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bedoballoons · 6 months

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I read both mitsuri!reader head cannons (love them)!!! I was wondering if I could request if they met the readers EX who called her all those names and made her insecure.

Thank youuu!!! Also I have been thinking about that and oh my gosh I'm so glad you requested it!!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Insecurities~༺}

CW: Angsty with comfort!, F! reader gets called names, character helps, established relationships, cursing, and some mentions of weight shaming/eating disorders! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon amour!)

Also I only wrote 4 characters with this one because it was soooo longggg!!

(Includes: Diluc, Lyney, Albedo, and Wanderer!)

Past Demon slayer/Genshin fics:

Mitsuri reader pt 1

Mitsuri reader pt 2

Mitsuri like reader X Lyney

Tokito Muichiro reader

Shinobo Kocho reader

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𑁍༄Diluc:

You smiled happily, pink green strands of hair flowing in the wind as you lounged on the blanket Diluc had laid down, the subtle scent of the apples he was cutting for your picnic sweet and tantalising, but sadly enough to make your stomach gurgle uneasily. You wouldn't say it out loud...especially not in front of him, but even despite both of your best efforts you were still finding it difficult to actually consume food. It had become a torture to eat...even when you were hungry or it was your favourite dish...those words just kept coming back.

"Oh my archons...look who it is. Didn't think I would be seeing you outside the gates of Mondstat, especially with the owner of the infamous wine industry."

Your whole body went cold, eyes shooting to the direction of the familiar voice...the voice that had said the words that changed you, that made you see your own body as a mistake. "I-i...ahem, he's my boyfriend." You silently cursed yourself for having such a shaky tone, if Diluc hadn't figured it out just by your reaction...he definitely had when you started to speak.

He stood up with crimson eyes that had gone dark, a menacing look decorating his features as he stared the other man down, "Don't believe we've met, who are you?" You glanced between the two of them, feeling like your presence was steadily growing smaller as they stared eachother down...the situation was making you feel sick to your stomach.

"I'm her ex boyfriend. Honestly I can't believe she caught the owner of the winery, are you some type of chubby chaser?"

That name...it hit you like a ton of bricks, any thoughts of recovery slipping away as tears filled your eyes, but you weren't alone this time. You jumped as Diluc grabbed your ex by his shirt, pulling him close so his fist would be inches away, "If you ever, call her that again...I will find a way to make you disappear, do you understand me? She's perfect the way she is and I love her more than anything else, besides your opinions don't matter...there's only two people who should see her for how goregous she is. Me and her."

𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney swung your intertwined hands gently, humming a soft melody while the two of you walked through fontaine. It had become a routine now, taking a walk together after his show and sharing a meal, it was one of the few times you enjoyed eating...mostly because you weren't actually focused on the food. Your attention was drawn to Lyney, the way he always seemed to be glowing with love and excitement after a show, the way he talked with adoration and he never once failed to mention how you'd inspired one of his tricks, it was so calm...that just for a moment you forgot everything else.

"Oh mon amour! Look a new shop has opened up, how about we eat there?" You tiled your head to see past him and sure enough there was a new shop, bustling with customers. "Oh Lyney...it's so crowded though." He chuckled, pulling you into a warm embrace, his eyes meeting yours as he placed a kiss on your lips lovingly, "I won't force you, but...we could just get something to eat and then find a nice quiet spot, it would be different...in a good way."

A light blush dusted your cheeks as you let him lead you to the crowd, silently agreeing to his adventurous ideas like you always seemed to.

"No way...is that you?! You haven't changed one bit have you?"

You stopped dead in your tracks, emotions all but gone at the sound of that voice...the one that haunted your nightmares and used to make you feel so small...treat you like you were nothing but a number on a scale. He seemed to be waiting for your response, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything...you were frozen in place, heart racing.

"Mon amour who's this?" You glanced at Lyney, wondering if he could tell you were uncomfortable, but he didn't appear to have any difference in attitude...had he really not noticed?

"I'm the one who was trying to keep her out of these foodlines so she wouldn't get any fatter, looking out for her health like a good boyfriend should do...guess you can't say the same."

For a split second you thought Lyney was going to strike him, instead he chuckled and lowered his voice to almost a whisper, a terrifying tone seeping into his words as he spoke, "You should really stop talking....I happen to be apart of the fatui and truthfully, if you utter one more word about my perfect girl, you won't be able to say anything at all by the time we are done with you."

𑁍༄Albedo:

Klee held onto your hand tightly, pulling you through the crowded streets with Albedo trailing not far behind. The air was filled with the delicious smells of baked goods and fresh made dishes, and the streets were decorated with stalls that held bottles of wine, toys, banners, anything you could imagine. It was a festival like no other and you couldn't believe you got to be apart of it.

"Come on come on!! We are almost to the stage! Dodoco wants to see it all decorated!!" You giggled happily, following the little girl as she lead you up to the big stage in the center of all of the magic. It really was a sight to see, ribbon and cecilia's hung up with fairy lights, a sweet bard strumming away on his lyre while he sang of a hero from another land and to top it all of, there were dancers not far away, each of them moving to the melody with their partners.

"Wow...this is incredible." You stood in awe for a second as Albedo lifted Klee onto his shoulders, her hands holding dodoco in the air so it could watch along with her. It was a picture perfect moment,...one you wanted to remember forever...until it was ruined. Your eyes landed on met that of a person walking towards you...a familiar face you had thought you'd left in the past.

You crossed your arms over yourself protectively, hoping he wouldn't say a word to you, but of course that would only be to easy, "Heyy look who it is...see you got yourself a new partner to shove food in your mouth. He's clearly feeding you right isn't he?"

Your breath caught in your throat, your clothes suddenly feeling tighter and your previous small meal you'd barely managed to take a few bites of rumbling in your tummy.

"Im sorry what was that? Clearly you must be blind, she's truthfully a work of art and without a doubt the most stunning woman I've ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. Perhaps you should go get another plate of food, actually make it two since you look like you could probably eat both, and stop bothering everyone with that tragic excuse of a voice you have."

"A-a-albedo?!"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer huffed quietly as you pushed away your plate of food, less then half of it missing and yet you were already feeling queasy? It bugged him to no end,...no matter how many times he said you were perfect and argued with you that your weight was never a issue...you still thought it was. He begged you, something he never thought he never thought he'd do, to try and see yourself from his perspective, but it didn't work.

"You want some of mine? Maybe you'd like it more if it was different? Hey? What's up with you?" Wanderer waved his hand in front of your face, surprised to see fear in your eyes and goosebumps forming on your skin, you didn't even look like you were breathing you were so deathly still. It actually freaked him out a little, could humans just die like that?

"Hey stop that, you're making me all worried. What are you looking at?" He tapped your hand, but with no response he turned to follow your line of sight...it was just some guy? That's what had you all scared?, "Who is he? Did he beat you up? I won't let him hurt you if that's what you're afraid of." You shrunk into your chair, footsteps drawing closer as the some guy made his way to your table...

"If it isn't my ex girlfriend. I really didn't think I'd be seeing you at a restaurant...actually I did completely, I'm more shocked you don't have three plates finished yet. Piggy. Even got the pink green hair to prove it...and who's this clown, his hats bigger than he is."

You covered your face in embarrassment, trying to hide away from the situation...not let either men know how much it bothered you, but Wanderer was to clever for that and he took no shame in starting something...

"How about I take my big hat and shove it so far up your ass you see actual pigs fly. Maybe then you'd know the difference between when you should keep your mouth shut and when you should open it. Oh and moron, she's clearly not a pig cause she looks nothing like you."

He stood up with a grunt, pushing the guy so harshly he was sent backwards falling to the ground with a satisfying thud while your boyfriend grabbed your hand and lead you away, telling you more than once how beautiful you looked as you made your way home.

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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sakkiichi · 8 months

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HERE COMES THE SUN.

They comfort you while you’re having a difficult time.

ft. Childe, Lyney, Albedo, Shikanoin Heizou x gn! reader.

cw/genre: hurt/comfort.

for my dear @https-furina I know you’ve been going through trying times lately, so I hope this can comfort you a little <3 I also struggled a lot with Heizou’s part, so I apologize if it’s no good at all…

if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !

✧ CHILDE

Linen sheets feel like ropes on raw skin against the morning chill.

Its warm cream color, ashen, nothing like the mirror sunrises you were used to witnessing right after you opened your eyes.

What’s the point in opening them anymore? You wonder.

You bury your face against the pillows. In any other occasion, you would have been grateful for the coolness of its silk.

Now it’s just an iceberg. Like a missing shard of your shallow beating heart.

“Someone’s sleepy today.” A familiarly perky voice greets, the mattress dipping slightly with new weight.

You rolling in the other direction is all the greeting that meets him.

“Hey, love! It’s time to wake up!” Childe chuckles, his hand gently shaking your body.

Yet something already tells him this is not right; you usually would have already shoved him away by now.

But today you’re just… unresponsive…

The dull oceans of his stare rise in dangerous waves at your state.

Hesitant, he calls your name, his tone more like a question.

And this time, he does get an answer.

Familiar arms he adores wrapped around him loop around his middle, your face burying against his chest.

You’re warm, yet you feel so… faraway… as if the pain of past memories was seeping out your light.

Ajax is no stranger to the despair palpable in your strong grip around him, he’s endured it himself, through years robbed of him by an abyss that turned him into a master of all weapons.

So because he’s known the cold of endless nights where all he had was a tattered red scarf to remember the warmth of a distant home, he now holds you.

And for someone whose hands were tainted in the filth and bloodshed of a lifetime of slaughter, Ajax is undeniably gentle.

His fingertips ghost over your skin, easing the burning anguish of bed covers that felt too rough, too suffocating, too wrong.

When your lover’s hands get lost in your hair, combing it, you swear sun rays filter through the deep sea you’re falling through.

And then, suddenly, the choice to swim upwards presents before you, scarred sun-kissed hands extended towards you.

You take them.

When you open your eyes, russet sunsets and constellations over your beloved’s skin greet you.

His lips find yours, a bit chapped but gentle; not his usual playfulness, but soothing aquamarine waves.

You swear Childe’s kiss tastes salty. And that’s when you realize the dry tear-tracks down your cheeks.

He made them dry, sunlight evaporating puddles after grey days.

You break the surface, the waters now turquoise beneath Ajax’s light.

He won’t let you sink again.

✧ LYNEY

A whole audience’s cheers fill the Opera Epiclese. Lights shine upon every smiling face, every vigourous clap of hands after the magician’s grand finale echoing through the theater.

However, the illusionist’s gaze of amethyst is focused on the sole grim expression amongst millions of joyous others.

Yours.

Your hands move, clapping together, as if automated; your eyes stare at everything, seeing nothing; your mouth is a taut line, your lips devoid of their usual vibrant tint.

Lyney doesn’t like that being his last memory before the curtain closes.

When you step out of the Opera House, an infinity of starfields is abloom across the crepuscular skies.

What a mockery; a cruel jinx on display, for you to see the unfulfilled sparks dimming inside your heart.

A sigh escapes your dry lips, a small cloud forming when it meets the late night chill.

“You’ll catch a cold there, mon coeur,” Someone you know, tricks and all, utters behind you.

Welcome warmth tinted in lavender envelops you the instant your eyes meet the magician’s starry ones.

A small smile tugs at your lips, the curse of melancholy still clinging to you through it.

“Lyney…” You start. The twilit breeze picks up around you, your arms instinctively wrapping around yourself for some semblance of a warmth you haven’t felt in days.

“That won’t do, ma chérie.” Your lover chuckles.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a piece of the night sky itself seems to become tangible in his grasp.

“Here,” he offers, draping it over your shoulders.

Upon closer inspection, you realize it’s a shawl; the cloth feels delicate to the touch, quite fine too, and yet, you feel the warmth of a thousand suns. If you had to describe its color you would come up empty. Silver glitter seems to be embedded in the fabric, but at the same time, it looks like multiple tiny lights had been stitched to the material. You suppose you’d call the hue, dark; a myriad of indigoes merge into violets, threaded together with navies and cobalts. And yet, when you move it, the colors seem to shift, almost like the clouds drifting across this midnight.

“I take it you liked it.” Lyney smiles, softer than his usual cheshire-like grins, when he observes your wonderstruck features.

“Very…” You muse, awestruck at the magical silk.

“It’s a châle de ciel,” your beloved explains, “It will change depending on the state of the sky at each time of day.” He pauses, eyes, the color of lumidouce bells and rainbow rose petals merged, glinting as he admires how the garment fits you. “But I can guarantee,” your illusionist steps closer to you, plucking something out of your hair. “That it will always keep you comfortable… warm or cool, whatever you need.” He finishes, handing you a pluie lotus.

You take a few seconds to appreciate the second gift of the night. The flower’s petals are the same color as Lyney’s eyes, yet not as vivacious.

“Shall we go, mon amour?” Your boyfriend inquires, already offering your arm to him.

Together, you leave the opera house behind.

You hope for light blues on your new cape tomorrow morning. And somehow, you know that’s what you’ll find.

You squeeze Lyney’s arm gently. The sun will rise soon.

✧ ALBEDO

When he sets foot on his camp in Dragonspine, Albedo finds the heater already on.

Strange.

The sun hasn’t even quite awoken yet, the snowy peaks outlined against skies still clinging to dreamless cloudy nights; shards of ice, embedded in the softness of dawn clouds. An accurate representation of the region of freedom’s snowy mountains: menacingly beautiful, brimming with lethal charm, for one step in the wrong direction, and the cold might as well consume you for good.

At this hour, no one was ever already working at his lab, making of these moments calm sunrise-tinted memories in the alchemist’s mind, before the day’s hustle and bustle began.

However, today, the running heater is not the only out of the ordinary salutation to greet the chalk prince.

The acute sounds of clicking vials, books being rearranged and crunching snow are confirmation enough that he is, indeed, not alone.

With silent steps, Albedo advances, keeping one hand hovering over his trusty sword. Then, he finally lays eyes upon the cause for the commotion, and despite the lack of danger, the sight doesn’t calm him any better.

“My dearest?” He calls. The instant your gaze meets his, your condition scares him more than any bandits ransacking his research material. Your hair is messy, falling on your face; dark circles are etched beneath your lower lashline, darkness clinging to you like remnants of turbulent nights; and you’re shivering, whether from the cold or because you’re distempered he can’t quite discern, although it’s most likely due to both.

“Hello, ‘Bedo…” You mutter, the flesh of your lips bitten, flecks of Dragonspine’s freeze coating them, the cold lacing with your bones, chilling you to the core. Your eyes widen when you notice your lover’s teal gaze scrutinizing you. You quickly busy yourself with classifying some potions, by color and texture, whatever takes the longest for him not to worry about your less than ideal condition.

However, perhaps you underestimated his attention to detail; for he has a skilled artist, after all.

“My love, are you feeling alright?” He questions, gloved hands gently taking the crystal vial-filled wooden box you were carrying off your trembling hold.

And in that instant, you don’t know if it’s the warmth of your prince’s hands on yours; or the comfort of his voice, like honey on bitter tea, but you find yourself taking a deep breath, the fresh air of a midwinter’s sunrise filling your lungs.

And then you talk. You spill every worry and bad dream, your shadows opening up to the gilded starlight of him.

And through it all, the alchemist’s hands warm yours, fingers interlocked, very much in the way your souls are undeniably so too.

Because no matter how daunting the river seemed when you faced it alone, when you were with Albedo, its typhoons calmed down, stone bridges and his outstretched hand painting safety and comfort in hues of gold before your eyes.

While the kreideprinz grounds you, the sun reaches its peak, a canvas of aureate and cornflower blue grazing the mountaintops.

You would be okay.

✧ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

Emerald eyes read through you as if you were made of clear glass.

The way you worry your lower lip between your teeth; your fingers almost going white at the knuckles as you clutch a pencil, its wood creaking in your grip; and the general absentminded state you’re in, papers scattered over your desk, several case files stacked in disarray.

Something is clearly weighting on your mind.

“I think a break’s in order, wouldn't you agree, sweetheart?” Heizou suggests, standing up, those striking eyes of his fixed on you.

The detective’s voice is enough to stop the quickening clock ticking in your mind, regrets and dark spirals momentarily coming to a halt.

When you rise your furrowed brow, shades of maroon and viridian flood your sight, vivid as summer and warming your up just as much.

Nodding, you stand up too, limbs feeling heavy despite the comfort of your lover beside you.

The brown shades of your office turn into blue skies and soft pink sakuras not long after, the scented tree branches swaying above you, like fragments of dreams someone had given up on, waiting to be picked up by another soul who dared to imagine.

Your back rests against your lover’s lean but strong torso, the sweet smelling breeze combing through your hair, as Heizou’s chin rests on your shoulder.

“So will you tell me what’s wrong, darling?” Are the words of his that break the birdsong-filled calm.

A pang settles on your chest, you didn’t want to take away that cheeky grin that most of the time decorated his quick-witted lips.

“I…” You hesitate. “Well, it’s- it’s complicated, Heizou…” Your lids flutter closed, a shaky breath raking through you, as you turn around in his embrace, your hands bracing on his shoulders. “I don’t want to bring the mood down, you know…”

The detective places a thumb on your lower lip, smoothing over the bite marks you left there earlier.

“You never, ever, bring the mood down, dear. Never.” He leans in, brushing a soft kiss over your forehead. “My intuition told me right away there was something up.” He takes a stray cherry blossom petal from your hair. “So, why don’t we take the rest of the day off, love?” Your partner proposes, as he takes your chin in between his fingers, mischief flashing in his features.

And perhaps your lover’s smile was more infectious than you had ever given it credit for; and maybe the way he flashes his green eyes at you has your heart trembling in ways that have nothing to do with the fear and guilt you’ve been festering, but you find yourself retorting back, with a grin of your own:

“Don’t you have cases to solve, detective Shikanoin?”

This time, he takes a full sakura flower, delicately placing it behind your ear.

“I have something more important to solve right here…” He smirks, cheekily, as he admires your now flustered expression.

When you lean the side of your head against his chest, he cradles it with one of his hands, the other playing with the ends of your hair.

It would be unfair, if gloom were to take your soul captive when spring seems to linger through Inazuma’s breeze.

With a last look at you, the detective’s maroon lashes flutter closed too. He hopes, at least for today, he managed to protect precious you from the crimes of cruel sorrow.

He leans his head on top of yours.

The case is solved.

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aluiferuous · 13 days

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SUBJECTS: mondstadt boys, genshin impact. TYPE: comfort, fluff. CATEGORIZATIONS: gender neutral reader, physical touch (hugging, hand holding, mild kissing but not on the lips, etc,) sharing a bed, potential romantic undertones, unspecified nightmare, extremely brief violence (bennett hits you to wake you up lol). ARCHIVIST’S NOTES: you wake up from a nightmare. luckily, someone is there to comfort you.

after perhaps the fourth or fifth repetition of your name, your eyes snap open, and you stare blankly at albedo. he stares back, brows creased with concern. “can i touch you?” he whispers, barely audible. you manage a nod, and he very carefully takes your hand. you inhale slowly, trying to match the rhythm of his breathing. albedo handles you like glass, merely sitting beside you for a moment. he asks, “do you want to talk about it?” and you merely shake your head. “alright. i’m here for you.” you give him a small smile, and lift your interlocked hands to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “i know,” you murmur.

in your defense, you were only acting accordingly. when someone slaps you in the face, even in the throes of a nightmare or the embrace of sleep, it’s only natural for you to respond in turn. so that’s how you wake up already mid-slap, bennett looking at you with wild eyes. you wrench your hand back as if it’s been burned, and bennett grins, apparently unconcerned by the fact that you were about to hit him. “sorry,” you say, more than a little alarmed. “are you okay?” bennett asks earnestly, taking both your hands in his. “do you need anything? water, warm milk, tea—”?” “no, bennett, i-i’m fine. just…” you squeeze his hands, offering a smile. “just you.”

it takes you a while to come to, but once you do, with heaving chest and pounding heart, you’re enveloped in a warm embrace. diluc is never the touchy-feely type, not like you are, but he makes exceptions. you swallow thickly, turning to look at him. his eyes are shut firmly, though the speed of his breathing indicates he’s very much awake. wrapped in his strong arms, it’s hard to remember what you were so scared of in the first place. with a soft exhale, your eyes drift off, and you let sleep take you once more.

you tear your eyes open with a shudder, the vestiges of your dream already fading like fog in the morning sun. you stare at the ceiling blankly, trying to gather your thoughts, and suddenly feel an ice-cold touch on the back of your neck. your whole body crumples in a flinch, and you grumble, “kaeya!” a soft laugh is the only reply you earn, an arm wrapping around your waist. “sorry,” he murmurs, not sounding even remotely so. “what were you dreaming about?” and oddly enough, you don’t even remember.

razor likes to sleep in piles, so it’s not alarming when you wake up to him all curled up, practically lying on your chest. you clear your throat, wriggling away from him if only so you can breathe, and razor barely seems to stir as he wraps an arm around you, holding you in place. you let out a sigh, wrapping an arm around him in turn. you can feel his heartbeat where your chests connect, steady and even. you listen to it for a moment, waiting for the pounding of yours to slow, and razor opens one eye to peer at you. when you look back, he closes it quickly, feigning sleep. you can’t help but smile and reach up to ruffle his hair, letting out a slow breath. you can’t even remember why you woke in the first place.

neither of you are strangers to nightmares. it’s a good day when neither of you has one, but a rare one. you’re unsurprised when you wake up covered in sweat, a dying scream pulling at your vocal chords. venti barely seems to have noticed, but the way that he’s wrapped around you like a cocoon indicates otherwise. you wince, rubbing your eyes wearily. “sorry,” you whisper, voice hoarse. “don’t be,” venti replies. you let out a slow breath, releasing all the air from your lungs, and listen to the sound of his heartbeat, and the soft hum of a long-forgotten hymn upon his lips.

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fallingdownhell · 1 year

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I absolutely love your works!

Can you make hurt/comfort with kazuha, albedo, alhaitham, cyno?

Where we're on a heated arguments about them too focusing on their job and completely forgot about reader

In the middle of the argument, the reader said

"Was i really nothing to you? Was i just some kind of object that you can just forget that easily?"

Thank you

Thank you so much!<3

And of course I can! I am always down to write some pretty, delicious angst!

Characters Included: Albedo; Cyno; Alhaitham; Kazuha

Content: Gender neutral reader; pre sumeru archon quest for Cyno's part; hurt/comfort; arguments; shouting; slight cursing;

Word count: 6k words

Thanks so much for the request. Hope you enjoy the end result!<3

Albedo

It was rare for Albedo to come down from his lab all the way up in Dragonspine to the City of Mondstadt. You never really minded it, knowing that you could go there to see him at any time, while he also paid regular visits to your home.

Yet, for some time now.. those visits have stopped. He never came by anymore, far too consumed on some discovery he apparently made a few weeks ago.

Even when you travelled all the way to his laboratory on the mountain, in the icy colds of Dragonspine, Albedo had given you no attention whatsoever.

He had acknowledged your arrival, then went back to his work, while you were sitting in some corner by the fire, trying to warm up again. Even your attempts at conversation were flat out ignored, seeing as he never bothered to give an answer. You weren't even sure if he had noticed your departure a few hours after you had initially arrived.

You tried again two more times, but as you got the same result every time, you eventually stopped trying and didn't go back to Dragonspine.

Then, two weeks ago, you heard that Albedo was back in the city for a supply run.

Hoping that you would run into him to finally talk to him you spend your day in Mondstadt, but you never laid eyes upon him. When you asked Sucrose about it, she told you that he had already left again.

You went home to see if he made a trip there and you just so happened to miss him. But upon your return, you didn't find any note from him or any other indication that he had ever been here in the first place.

The same thing happened again a week after that, and by now you finally had enough. You went to the Acting Grand Master and she told you that Albedo would be back today again, to drop of some reports.

Which is why you were waiting for him outside of the Knights of Favonius headquarters, though still in some respectable distance.

When you finally saw him again after a few weeks, it felt like you haven't seen him for a lifetime.

So, without hesitation, you made your way over to him before he could enter the building. Yet, he seemed to be so deep into his own head that Albedo didn't even notice your approach.

Only when you were directly behind him and firmly said "Albedo.", did he stop and turn around, looking at you.

You could see the expression in his eyes once his gaze landed on you, like he had a sudden realization that you still existed and he had forgotten about that until that very moment. It honestly hurt.

"Hey. Where have you been all this time? I missed you..", you said, hoping to get some kind of positive reaction out of him.

"You know where I was, (name). I was busy.", he said and then turned around to leave again. You were honestly astounded that he simply wanted to let things stand as they are. Well, not today and most definitely not with you.

"You wanna leave? Just like that? Seriously?"

That seemed to have at least some kind of effect on him, as he stopped once again and turned in your direction. Except for this time, he wore an annoyed expression.

"What else do you want from me? I said that I'm busy."

After that, an argument broke out between the two of you in the middle of the street, but neither of you cared. No matter how much attention you drew upon you, it was too late now. You were both to heated and too caught up in it to stop now.

Things were said in the heat of the argument, you were sure both of you regretted ever saying out loud, yet neither of you could care less right now. Everything seemed to be fair game at this point.

Until Albedo said one specific thing.

"Archons, you're impossible sometimes, (name). Insufferable. I've better things to do right now, you know!"

Immediatly after he said that, Albedo knew he had crossed a line. The way you went silent, no comeback falling from your lips. You were just staring at him in shock, like you couldn't believe that he had just actually said that. He wanted to retract his statement, but his pride prevented him from doing so.

So, instead, you both just stood there for some time, silently staring at one another. When no reply came from you, Albedo dropped his head, then turned around once again. But before he could take a step, he heard your voice again, though this time, it sounded broken, silent sobs being held back.

"So, that's it? Was I nothing to you?", you whispered, your voice slowly starting to break from the tears forming within you, but Albedo was still able to hear you. "Just some kind of experiment or plaything that you can toss aside and simply forget about? Do I mean nothing to you?"

Upon hearing how broken you sounded, and what you actually said to him, he instantly turned around again, the sight of tears rolling down your face feeling like a knive had been thrust straight into his heart. And what's worst was that he was the cause for your tears.

You stood there, waiting for an answer from him. Yet, when nothing seemed to come out off his opening and closing mouth, you just nodded at him.

"I see..", you said, your voice now entirely void of any emotion whatsoever. That, and the fact that you were the one now turning around to leave him like that, was the twist of the imaginary knive in his chest.

Finally being able to break free of his frozen state, he rushed towards you, stopping you in your tracks as he pulled you into his chest, caging your arms around you, burying his face against your shoulder.

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry..", he whispered over and over into your ear, which only made the tears fall from your eyes even harder. You were shaking against him, struggling to breath. You wanted to break free from him, but at the same time, you never wanted to leave his embrace again.

"I'm so sorry, (name). You're wrong. You mean everything to me. I'm sorry I made you feel like that wasn't the case. And I apologize for the horrible things I said to you."

You stood there for a few more seconds, basking in his arms, then decided to slip free. Albedo let you, almost certain that you would be walking away from him now.

But you didn't.

Instead, you turned around to look at him, allowing him to see your tear stained face that he was the cause of.

"I think... we have a lot to talk about..", you mumbled, not being able to look him in the eyes entirely. But Albedo still saw it as what it was supposed to be.

A chance. A second chance to talk things out with you, make it better between you two.

And he gladly took that chance.

From now on, he would do anything to put a smile on your face every day, never wanting to be the cause for your tears ever again.

Cyno

Two months.

That was how long it has been since you had your boyfriend to yourself for more than a few hours.

Every day, he came back from his work much more later than he usually would, sometimes even not coming home for days on end. He didn't even leave a note or something to inform you of his absence, making you even more worried about him.

And now, even when he was at home with you, he was so cold and distant towards you. Sometimes, he went straight to take a shower and then to bed, not even sparing you a second. Other times, he did spend time with you, but you could tell that his mind was somewhere else, giving only short answers to your questions and statements.

Seeing all this, you couldn't help the doubt starting to well up inside you.

Did he fall out of love with you?

Did you do something wrong? Was he mad at you?

Was he... cheating on you?

You didn't want to think any of these possibilities true, but it was hard to ignore them when Cyno was behaving like this.

You tried to talk to him about this, how you felt, a few times, but he never really listened to you, keeping the conversation short so you couldn't bring your point across.

And now, you began to not only doubt him and the relationship as a whole, you doubted everything.

Did he ever even love you?

Was he only doing this out of convenience?

Were you just.. something expandable to him?

All of these questions and doubts plagued your mind day in and day out, not being able to find any answers to them whatsoever. The only one being able to give you the answers you so desperately wanted and needed, refused to give them to you.

It was driving you insane.

And now, you hit your breaking point. You weren't able to take it anymore. The constant doubt had turned itself into a depressive episode. You wanted to break free from it, but you also wanted to give Cyno one final chance. One chance to explain himself to you, to tell you the truth.

If he refused again, you would not hesitate to leave. Your mind was made up, everything was arranged. You had a small bag prepared, filled with clothing and other stuff you needed.

Tighnari had offered you to stay for a few days at Gandharva Ville where you could sort yourself out if you were not able to talk things through with Cyno. You were so grateful to him, though a small part in you still hoped that it wouldn't come down to this.

That evening, you waited and waited for Cyno to return home from work, but with every passing hour that he didn't show up, you lost more and more hope that he would come home at all today.

You sighed and were about to get up from your spot in the living room to go to bed, when the sound of the front door opening caught your attention. After all, it could only be one person that has the other key to the apartement.

"Welcome back!", you greeted him as you went out to the hallway, seeing your boyfriend standing there. He looked at you with a tired expression but didn't say anything in return.

Instead, he walked right past you, not sparing you another glance. You were baffled, to say the least. That blatant ignorance from him was what gave you the last push you had needed.

"Seriously?", you just said, turning around to face him again, this time though, wearing a stone cold expression.

"(Name), please. Not right now. I'm tired in case you didn't notice."

"Oh, I did notice. But I don't care anymore, Cyno. We have to talk."

"Please, (name). We can talk tomorrow, okay? I just want to go to bed now, not argue about something trivial."

Oh, he really dealt the final blow with that one.

"So, that's it? Do I even mean nothing to you? Was I just some kind of object you can forget about? Does this relationship even mean anything to you anymore?", you threw all of that towards him, not caring that you got more and more worked up with every word you said.

When you were met with nothing but silence from him, you took that as his answer to your questions.

"Okay..", was all you said, turning around and grabbing your packed bag before you went out the door, not even sparing Cyno one last glance. You just wanted to get out of there.

Cyno just stood there for a few minutes, still looking at the spot were you were standing before. Only now did the events catch up to his tired mind, yet he still didn't move.

He saw the defeated look on your face, the way your shoulders slumped at his dismissiveness, but he shrugged it off. Instead of running after you and trying to mend this misunderstanding, he went to the bathroom, took a shower and then made himself comfortable in the bed.

He was sure you would have returned by tomorrow and then you could talk about it.

....

Two days.

Two days have gone by and you still hadn't returned home. By this point, Cyno was beyond worried about you. After all, it was dark when you went out and he hasn't heard from you since then and no one in the city seemed to have seen you, either.

Thinking back to your last words towards him made him want to beat his past self up for not sitting down and talking to you then and there. For not running after you and bringing you back. Back to him where you belonged to.

He knew that he was neglecting you these past two months. It's not like he wanted to do so. Work has been increasing for him, the sages at the Academiya were up to something, and not of the good kind.

It put a lot of pressure on him, yet at the same time, he had to try and keep a low profile, for his sake as well as yours. But in doing so, he didn't even notice how much he had distanced himself from you. He really wanted to punch himself in the face for that, but it's not like that would bring you back to him, so he refrained from it.

He had been searching for you almost the entire day when you hadn't returned yet again. But his search seemed to not be granted success today either.

Not knowing what else to do, he decided to head over to Gandharva Ville. Maybe Tighnari would be willing to listen to him and maybe have a suggestion on how he could find you and apologize to you.

Once he arrived, he immediately made his way over to his friends hut, not caring for all the looks other people gave him. He was used to it at this point anyways.

As expected, he found Tighnari sitting at his table, scrunched over some research report. Upon his entry, his ear twitched and he looked at his friend. Cyno did find it odd however, that his friend looked at him with such a surprised expression. After all, it wasn't unusual for him to arrive unannounced.

"Cyno? What are you doing here?"

"What, can't visit a friend anymore?", he said jokingly, though it didn't sound convincing at all, judging by the look on Tighnari's face.

"You're right..", Cyno sighed instead, grabbing an empty chair and sitting beside his friend. "I need your help. It's about (name).."

"Oh, that situation? Yeah, I've heard about it from them already."

"You did? From who? And when?", Cyno asked, suddenly gaining new hope. If you were here, he might still have a chance at finding you.

"From them. I offered them a place to stay for a few days. Though after everything they told me, I didn't think you would actually search for them."

So you were here... and his best friend knew about the situation and was severly judging him. Cyno knew he deserved it, but he still wanted to try and make things right again.

"Tighnari, please tell me where they are. I need to talk to them. Please."

Tighnari looked at him long and hard, most likely trying to assess his intentions.

With a sigh, he then turned back around, focusing his attention back to his research. "I gave them the open cottage on the other side of the village. They should be in there, seeing as they haven't left it since they arrived here."

"Thanks.", Cyno mumbled, scrambling to get up from the chair to rush to where you are. He was almost out the door, when Tighnari's voice caught his attention again, calling his name.

Cyno turned around, facing his friend again. "Don't fuck it up again.", he advised, to which Cyno nodded his head. He wouldn't, he would make sure of that.

When he arrived at your temporary residence, he immediately went to knock on the door. He waited outside for a few seconds, but no reply.

So he knocked again, more urgent this time.

Still no reply.

"(Name)!", he exclaimed this time, knocking on your door again, but still to no avail.

Getting desperate, he decided to just try and see if the door was unlocked or not.

It was. The door slid open soundlessly, inviting him inside. Carefully, he walked inside, letting his eyes take in the interior. Since the door and most of the windows have been shut, it was almost dark in here, and to top it off, he didn't hear a sound.

He was almost panicing again, thinking that you might have actually left this place, until his eyes fell on the bed, and on it, he saw your sleeping figure.

Relief flooded over him, finally being able to see you again and to actually have the knowledge that you were safe and sound.

He then walked closer to you, only to take in your state. You may have looked peaceful sleeping like this, but your eyes were red and swollen, telling him that you had cried before falling asleep. And he knew that the reason for your sadness had been him.

The need to punch himself rose again, for making you feel this way when he had promised to do everything in his power to never do that.

Instead, he decided to crouch down on the floor, next to the bed, gently taking your hand into his, placing a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

He would wait here until you woke up again, no matter how many hours from now that would be. He would wait for you and ask you to please consider talking to him.

He wanted to properly explain himself and apologize to you. Whatever you decided on doing afterwards, he would comply by it. If you wanted to break up with him, he would understand that. If you decided to give him a second chance, he would thank you on his hands and knees.

But that decision would be yours to make and he was prepared to accept whatever would be thrown his way. But for now, he was content with simply holding your hand, quietly enjoying your presence which he had missed so much...

Alhaitham

The Scribe of the Academiya has been getting more and more busy these days. Well, for now, it's best to say "former" Scribe, since he has been temporarely promoted to Acting Grand Sage.

You knew that your boyfriend had absolutely zero intention of keeping that position, even if he was more than befitting for it, seeing how knowledgeable he was.

But he much rather prefered a simple life, and you couldn't argue with that logic. Who wouldn't like that, especially when pay and work hours weren't really affected either way.

Still, for now, both you and him had to live with the changed circumstances, even though neither of you were happy with them.

Alhaitham was working even more now, trying to sort out certain matters until a new Grand Sage has been chosen. You haven't really seen or talked to him in days, yet you brushed it off, telling yourself that it would change again once he got his old position back again.

Sure, he may have cancelled a few dates and had to call off a get together with your parents, but that was perfectly understandable.

You continued to give yourself excuse after excuse, hoping that soon enough, things would get back to the way they were before all of this had happened.

Couldn't take too long...right?

...

Three hours..

You had waited for him, at Puspa Café, where you were supposed to meet for your first ever date in ages again.

And he didn't show up... Again.

You wanted to give Alhaitham the benefit of the doubt, but it was getting increasingly more difficult for you.

When you got to the home you shared with him, you were greeted by an eerie silence, telling you, that he wasn't even home to begin with.

Probably still at the Academiya, working.

You sigh, adding yet another dissapointment to the list, as you went into the bathroom to get changed into more comfortable clothes. To think that you dressed up for the occaison, only to experience heartbreak again.

It's really starting to get difficult for you to forgive him for all this stuff.

....

Yet another date cancelled by him, thanks to not showing up... Again..

But this time, he didn't even come home in the evening.

It had you worried about him beyond anything, not knowing what was going on since he always came back.

You didn't sleep that night at all, only for him to angrily walk through the front door at three in the morning, mumbling something about the incompetence of the people he was forced to work with.

He only spared a glance in your direction before he went straight into the bedroom. By the time you got in there as well, he was already fast asleep in the bed. And when you woke up in the morning, he was already gone, not even leaving you with a note or anything like he usually would.

Somehow, this was your last straw.

You endured the exact same scenario so many times before. Yet, somehow, this time was just one too many times.

Next time, you promised yourself, next time you see him, you would talk to him about it, no matter if he wanted or not. Because if you didn't then there was no reason in your eyes to continue this dying relationship.

....

Turns out, the next time you would see him would once again be in the dead of the night, thanks to Alhaitham not coming home again any earlier.

When he walked through the door, he was surprised to see you still awake. Normally, you would already be asleep and he would just silently slip under the covers next to you, enjoying what little he was able to get from being close to you again gave him, before he was also knocked out cold.

But with you standing there in front of him, expression cold and hard, he knew something was up with you. And yet, he just didn't have the energy to deal with that right now. He just wanted to sleep.

"We need to talk, Alhaitham."

No greeting, no nicknames, no nothing. You were definitely upset, yet he still tried to get out off talking right now.

"Can we do this tomorrow, (name)? I'm tired."

"You mean like all the other times you promised me something and then stood me up? No, I think not. We talk about this now."

Oh, so that's what got you so upset?

"Look, I told you I would be busy for some time until things at the Academiya get sorted out. You can't tell me you didn't know about this.", he tried to reason with you, but it only seemed to upset you even more.

"You did say that.. but it's been weeks since I've last actually talked to you. It feels more like I'm your housekeeper right now, not your partner."

"This is absurd. Now you're just thinking too much into things, (name)."

After that statement, an argument broke out between you two, right here in the hallway where you "greeted" Alhaitham. You weren't full on shouting at each other, but you were talking pretty loudly. If people were to walk by outside, they could probably hear every word you guys were throwing at each other.

But neither of you cared right now.

At some point, Alhaitham walked past you, into the living room, trying to escape the argument. But you insisted on continuing it, following him into the room and at this point, he was getting fed up with the situation.

"Archons, (name)! Can you just shut up and leave me be? I don't have time for trivial things right now!"

Immediately after he said that, you went silent and his words caught up with him as well.

He looked at you, saw how tears started to form in your eyes and instantly regretted ever letting those words fall out of his mouth. Nothing was more important than you in his eyes, and yet, he still said that to you. Like you didn't mean the world to him, which you did.

"(Name)-!"

"So, what? Was i really nothing to you? Was i just some kind of object that you can just forget about that easily? To toss aside when you don't want it anymore?"

You hated how your voice cracked halfway through, how tears started to escape your eyes. And despite how much his words had hurt you, you still didn't want to run from the situation. You had to see it through.

"If that is how you truly feel about me, maybe we should end-!"

Before you were able to end your sentence, you were suddenly pushed against a strong chest, warm arms keeping you in an embrace you had longed so much for, yet right now, it wasn't comforting at all.

"Let go off me..", you stated weakly, giving no indication that you planned to reciprocate his sign of affection.

"Never..", he whispered, and with the way he sounded right now, you could almost think that he was starting to cry as well. Almost..

"I'm so sorry, (name). I truly didn't mean to say that. Please, you have to believe me, I don't mean it. You are not trivial to me, nor is our relationship.

I.. I love you. I truly do. Though I don't openly say it that often, that doesn't mean my words hold any less truth in them. You have to believe me."

"I want to... I really want to believe you, Alhaitham. But with the way things are and have been for those weeks... I don't think I can.."

By now, the tears are streaming freely from your face and you weakly put your hands against his chest, needing some kind of stability.

"Then let me prove it to you. Let me prove to you that I still love you like the first day, that I never stopped loving you, even if my words and actions made you think otherwise."

You were silent after that for some time, thinking it over. You had no idea what the best course of action for you would be, but in the end, you decided to go with what your heart was telling you. Wether or not you would regret that decision, you had to find that out in the future.

"...One more chance. You better don't fuck up again or I'm leaving for good.", you mumbled against his chest, his shirt already stained with your tears, but neither you nor Alhaitham cared about that in the slightest.

All he could focus on, was you in his arms and the fact you granted him with another chance. And he intended to use it the best he could.

Kazuha

Between travelling around the different nations and helping out Beidou on board of the Alchor from time to time, Kazuha never really had much time.

You love Kazuha. You really do...

But sometimes, you just can't help but wonder if you even have a relationship with him at this point.

When he's gone again, for weeks or sometimes even months on end, and the only form of communication with him stems from a few letters sprinkled in between here and there, how could you not doubt?

In the beginning, you used to travel around with him. And while you enjoyed the time spent with your boyfriend, getting to see all those different places and creating wonderful memories with him, you eventually grew tired of it.

That's not to say that you didn't enjoy wandering around the nations with Kazuha by your side, but you just couldn't imagine spending your entire life like this. Never being provided with a place of your own, to call your home, constantly on the go.

It just wasn't your way of living.

Kazuha understood that and would never force you to accompany him, just like you would never force him to stay with you, even when sometimes the loneliness just got more to you than on other days.

He always came back to you, but he never stayed for more than a few days before he was out the door again, not to be seen for an unknown amount of time.

It was difficult, living like this. You tried to live off the memories and happy moments you had with him when he was here with you, but it wasn't enough anymore. You wanted him by your side again, but you also knew that he would suffer in the long run if you were to ask him to stay here with you.

However, in your mind, it also wasn't an option to just leave thing unmentioned.

Which is why you made the desicion, that the next time he would come home to you, you needed to talk to him about your thoughts and feelings, in hopes you could come to a solution together.

.....

Turns out, the next time he's home again would be three months later. And like always, only letters could have been exchanged throughout this entire time.

Kazuha already had a sneaking suspicion that something wasn't right with you. He couldn't exactly pinpoint it, but the way you were writing in these letters sounded off from your usual way, which is also why he tried to make it back to you as soon as he could. He felt bad that it still took him this long, but there was nothing he could have done about it.

The city he resided in when he got that particular letter from you underwent a strict lockdown only hours later, due to a prisoner escaping. The entire city had been shut down to find him as quickly as possible, all forms of communication had also been cut short.

It took them three weeks to apprehend the convict again, and as soon as the city doors opened again, Kazuha was out of them and on his way back to you.

...

When Kazuha arrived back at the little cottage the two of you shared, it was in the late afternoon.

Already, when he opened the door, he was absolutely certain now that something was wrong. Usually, you would come running to greet him at the first noise or hint that he had come back.

But now? Nothing.

"(Name)? I'm back!", he yelled, in hopes of getting your attention this way, but still, no reaction. Maybe you were out buying groceries or something?

Still, Kazuha decided to wander through the different rooms, just to make sure he wouldn't miss anything. And now, he's glad that he did as he saw you sitting on the patio, wrapped up in a comfortable blanket.

As he approached you, he noticed that you must be deep in your thoughts, just staring ahead of you. He gently opened the door and when that also didn't seem to catch your attention, he decided to speak up.

"Darling?", he asked, cautiously, not wanting to spook you.

You flinched a little at the unexpected sound coming from behind you, but just as quickly, you relaxed again, realizing who that voice belonged to.

"Kazuha. You're back.", you stated, grazing him with a small smile as you turned around to look at him, but nothing more. Normally, you would jump up into his arms, almost taking his breath away.

But Kazuha didn't say anything about it, instead, he grabbed one of the other chairs and sat right beside you. He gently took one of your hands into his, holding it like that. He missed this, missed this physical contact with you.

"Please.. Tell me what's been bothering you, darling."

"....was I that obvious?", you asked, causing a small smile to appear on Kazuha's lips. But he didn't answer, instead waited for you to continue on.

You sighed, fixing your gaze away from him and ahead of you again, thinking about how to best approach this. It was silent for a few minutes until you spoke up again.

"It's just... You're always gone for so long that I-!"

Before you could actually finish your sentence, Kazuha began to groan beside you, making you look at him in confusion.

"(Name).. you know that I don't like being bound to one place."

"I know that, but-!"

"No but's! You knew what you were involving yourself in by being with me. Why are we even having this conversation now?"

You were shocked, not expecting Kazuha to immediately get so defensive about this. All you wanted was to talk to him and maybe propose an idea you had got when he was away. But the way he was acting right now made you feel bitter.

"Can you just listen to me? I'm not trying to confine you, I just-!"

"Yes, you are, (name). What else could you possibly want to achieve by beginning the conversation like that?"

Fed up from being interrupted by him a third time now, you've had enough. An argument started to ensue, when you didn't even intend for this to happen.

You've never experienced something like this with Kazuha, he was always level-headed, calm and collected. So why was he suddenly getting so defensive over this topic. It really wasn't like you were trying to hold him here.

But, with each thing said, both you and him grew more and more heated, the shouting starting to get louder and louder, until Kazuha suddenly stood up.

"If I knew you would get like that, maybe I shouldn't have returned at all."

As you heard him say that, you instantly went silent, looking at him with your eyes wide open.

No.. he couldn't mean that, right?

It also now seemed to catch up to Kazuha what he just said, as he also turned to look at you, shock written all over his face.

"(Name), I...", he began to stay, but trailed off, not knowing what he even wanted to say in the first place. He knew he had fucked up with that statement.

"So, that's it? I wasn't anything to you? Just something you can toy with when you get bored, only to be thrown away when you don't want me anymore?"

A single tear escaped you, running down your cheek and Kazuha immediately had the instinct to wipe it away from your beautiful face, to pull you into his arms and tell you how sorry he was.

So he did just that, pulling you into him, holding your face against his chest as he held your head secure with his hand, your tears now starting to come out freely.

"I'm so sorry, darling. I didn't mean to say such horrible things. No words can express how much I regret ever letting them out of my mouth."

You weren't able to answer him, your breathing being erratic, trying to choke down your sobs and crys. It positively broke Kazuha's heart that he was the immediate cause for this.

He just let you cry in his arms until you calmed down again, all the while he kept apologizing to you over and over, telling you how much he loved you and how much you meant to him.

The two of you would have to continue this conversation, but not today. Not when both of you were this wound up from everything that had happened.

The talking could be done tomorrow. Now was the time for healing...

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・❥・BEAUTY AMIDST AN ENDLESS NIGHT

♡ — Reader: GN

♡ — Characters: Albedo, Alhaitham, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

♡ — Synopsis: on days where you feel as though the world is against you, your lover is there to cheer you up.

♡ — Content: fluff, modern AU, established relationship, generally soft

♡ — Word Count: around 200 per a character

♡ — A/N: the fact that I wrote this solely because I get sad for no reason sometimes. I'm sure there are people out there who can relate though. For anyone going through tough times, stay strong and keep going! I hope this fic will be able to cheer you up a little. (P.S. the parts for each character are arranged in alphabetical order if you're looking for anyone specific)

As your boyfriend, it is both ALBEDO’s duty and pleasure to remind you how much you mean to him whenever melancholic feelings of dread weigh your heart down. You watch as he flips through the pages of a worn sketchbook sitting in his small art studio within your shared home. It is filled with the most wondrous portraits of landscapes, wildfires, and even people. However, Albedo completely disregards those works. Instead, he opts to point out particularly detailed drawings strewn throughout the sketchbook. Intersecting lines form picturesque depictions of the memories you share with Albedo. On one page, your first date. On another, your first night together. But it is the final page he shows you that causes you to raise an eyebrow at him. It seems to resemble a rather average day in your life. In the sketch, you and Albedo are conversing in a mundane setting; there’s really nothing special to be seen. When you ask your boyfriend about it, he allows a gentle laugh to escape the confines of his lips. Then, he points out all the finer complexities of the work. From the lovestruck expression on his face to the way he flawlessly replicated your every feature, you begin to realize how much Albedo thinks about you on a daily basis. Upon reaching this epiphany, the feelings of insecurity and bitter frustration that have been permeating every inch of your mind dissipate ever so slightly, and it’s all thanks to Albedo’s love.

On days where it feels as though you’re drowning in a sea of your own sadness, you are thankful for your lover’s relaxed demeanour. ALHAITHAM’s voice is the only sound that cuts through the tangible silence permeating the air of your living room. He recites complicated words adorning the pages of one of his rather verbose books as you sit beside him, leaning against his muscular figure. Although you can’t understand half the phrases that leave his lips, you feel at ease. His calm voice lulls you into a dreamlike trance, acting as a temporary ailment to the negative emotions that threaten to overwhelm you. So instead of paying heed to the disturbing feelings of deep melancholy that plague your fragile heart, you direct all your attention to the alluring sound of your loving speaking and the feeling of his body pressed against your own, allowing yourself to get lost in every single intricacy of his mannerisms — the very subtleties that you love him for.

Everything about today has felt rather off. Happiness eludes you, avoiding you like an ancient plague, causing feelings of unadulterated sorrow to bubble up within the depths of your soul. Although you’re trying to conceal all your woes behind a carefully-crafted mask of smiles and feigned lighthearted laughter, your facade is akin to porcelain — delicate and fragile, cracking under the slightest pressure. And to no one’s surprise, KAZUHA is able to see through your meticulously-designed illusion of exuberance instantaneously. The subtle sighs and breaks in your expression prompt him to drag you to bed as soon as you’re finished with your daily tasks under the guise that he wants to cuddle. In reality, he knows that you’re having a rather difficult time, and he wants nothing more than to hold you and kiss the pain away, so as of now, you are wrapped in his warm embrace as he continuously presses his soft lips to the back of your neck. His snowy hair tickles your skin as he comforts you, and between each chaste kiss, he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, assuring you that tomorrow, the sun will rise again, giving way to a brighter day full of ecstasy and warmth.

Some days you can’t help but feel as though the world has been obscured by veils of endless blue. Everything feels mundane, and you just can’t bring yourself to smile. Thankfully, even in moments as perturbed as these, you are able to seek a small bit of solace by confiding in SCARAMOUCHE. To others, he seems brash and insensitive, but when it comes to you, he is attentive beyond measure. So when signs of melancholy begin to show through the cracks in your demeanour, your lover drops what he is doing and turns his focus to you. He insists on taking you out to a mysterious location, and although skepticism floods your thoughts, you eventually give in, agreeing to trust Scaramouche despite his enigmatic musings. Your boyfriend drives you to a quaint location situated in the middle of nowhere by the light of the setting sun. As you exit his car, you are greeted by the scent of the evening air, refreshing and cool, just what you need after a long day of feeling down. Scaramouche intertwines his fingers with yours, grasping onto you like a lifeline. He pulls you through a sparse line of trees, and although the darkness of the night obscures your vision, you trust your lover to guide you. When you clear the grove of vegetation, you are met with a sight that causes your breath to catch in your throat. Scaramouche has brought you to a cliff in a secluded area overlooking the city. Millions of stars adorn the velvety royal blue of the night sky, illuminating the world below, and the lights that glitter from the distant urban area fill you with a sensation of nostalgic ease. As you sit down on the soft grass beside Scaramouche, a sense of calm washes over you. Here, beside your lover and under the watchful gaze of the luminous celestial bodies up above, you finally feel at peace.

Amidst restless hours filled with uncertainty and unwanted negativity, THOMA is like an effulgent light piercing through the darkness that clouds your mind. He caters to your every need, doing anything your heart desires in order to remedy your pain even the slightest bit. Right now, he is standing in front of the stove, his back to you as he attentively prepares a meal. A mouthwatering fragrance drifts through the air as he cooks, and the warmth that fills the kitchen from the stove melts the icy cage of sadness surrounding your heart ever-so-slightly. When Thoma finally finishes, he plates the food in a meticulous manner and then shifts all his attention to you. The steam from the fresh meal caresses your cold cheeks as your lover peers deep into your eyes, displaying to you a wondrous sea full of olive green lights as you lock gazes. Before you can thank him for making dinner, Thoma leans over the table and presses a tender kiss against your cheek — one filled with all the gentleness and comfort of the sun on hazy winter days, making even the harshest of stinging winds just a little more bearable.

Whenever the world seems grey, shrouded in the gloominess plaguing your heart, TIGHNARI never fails to restore the beauty of the vibrant hues around you by bringing you bright bouquets of delicate flowers. Vivacious translucent petals tickle your nose as you breathe in the floral scent of the blossoms you are holding in your hands. The perfumed aroma that fills the air causes the tension in your shoulders to relieve slightly. A sigh of contentment escapes your lips as Tighnari takes the flowers from you and places them in a vase. His fingertips brush against your hands, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. In a hushed voice, he begins to explain the symbolism behind each plant in the bouquet. From blush pink azaleas to the fragile and pure lily of the valley, your lover knows of the meanings behind each floret, listing them off one by one. You know that the only reason he’s rambling on and on is to distract you from the thoughts that wrack your restless mind, and for that, you are beyond thankful.

When VENTI first proposes the idea of going on a picnic, hesitance overtakes you. You know he’s just trying to cheer you up, but you’re not quite sure if you’re in the mood to go out. Nonetheless, he manages to convince you that leaving the confines of your house to breathe in the crisp, late spring air and surround yourself with the viridescent foliage of the outdoors will work wonders for your mood, so you allow him to drag you to the park, albeit somewhat begrudgingly. When you arrive at your destination, Venti sets a blanket down on the lush grass, and atop the checkered quilt, he places a weaved basket. Upon opening the basket, you discover that it is filled with all your favourite delectable treats, so despite the bitterness of the day, a small smile settles on your face. As you begin to grin, Venti sings you a song, imbuing each lyric with softness and tenderness, conveying to you that even in the darkest of hours, he will always be by your side. The wind tousles your hair as the sound of leaves rustling in a gentle zephyr rings out like a backing track to Venti’s angelic voice. For the first time that day, you feel a sense of ease settle over you.

XIAO isn’t great at comforting people, but each time he sees your empty expression, he feels his heart shattering into countless fractured crystal shards. Despite knowing that he’s not the most qualified to help you deal with your worries, you still decide to go to him to seek consolation, so in spite of the fact that he is rather inexperienced, Xiao tries his best. He tells you to rest and immediately tucks you into bed with a sweet yet endearingly shy kiss on the forehead. Before he leaves the room, he whispers a few honeyed words in a voice that somehow feels softer than usual, reassuring you that everything will be alright, and when he finally exits, he sets himself to work on all the unfinished chores around the house. He works diligently while you relax under the silky covers of your bed, and although it takes a while, when Xiao finishes with your trivial tasks, he joins you in bed, wrapping an arm around you and allowing you to bury your head in his chest, breathing in his comforting scent as you feel yourself drifting off into a blissful realm of alluring slumber.

On days where joy evades you, ZHONGLI never fails to find a way to comfort you. His presence alone is calming, but when coupled with his actions, you feel as though you can almost continue with your daily routine as usual. At the moment, you are sitting with Zhongli in your living room as your hands are wrapped around a teacup. Condensation graces your palms, and it would be unpleasant if not for the warmth seeping into your body through the delicate porcelain of the cup. As you take a sip of the drink, you allow an airy sigh of contentment to slip through your lips. It’s absolutely divine, reminiscent of the finest ambrosia, something straight out of the tales your lover is currently recounting. Your mind feels as though it is clinging onto his voice, hanging onto his every syllable to regain a sense of stability despite the fog that clouds your thoughts. He spins stories of downfalls and triumphs, some tales downcast while others inspirational, and in the midst of his narration, you find yourself transported to a different world full of fantasies — an oasis of reprieve hidden away from the monotonous and lamentable reality facing you.

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stxneflxwers · 7 months

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stormfront.

⋯⁂ Summary: watching storms from the safety of your own home can be relaxing, but getting stuck in one when in the middle of nowhere doesn’t have many benefits… but with him, he has that chance to make it worthwhile…or worthless.

⋯⁂ a/n: ty to my bbg for providing this idea. it was very fun to write! enjoy!

⋯⁂ w.c: 411 (albedo). 500 (neuvillette). 618 (freminet). 559 (cyno).

⋯⁂ characters: albedo. neuvillette. freminet. cyno. gn reader.

⋯⁂ cw: storms: snowstorm (albedo), thunderstorm (neuvillette, freminet), sandstorm (cyno.) forced close proximity (all). pre-relationship (all). hurt/comfort (neuvillette + freminet). reader is an adventurer, reader gets injured (neuvillette). confessions, one forehead kiss, hugging (freminet). cyno + reader are coworkers. puns, kissing (cyno).

Albedo

⋯⁂ Snowstorms are something Albedo has long since adjusted to. Hiking Dragonspine often forces you to always be on your toes—lest you get caught up in an avalanche or snowstorm. Like right now! Thankfully, before anything worse could happen, he pulled you right into a small cave.

⋯⁂ But now… Your face is burning with embarrassment and anxiety with how close he's forced to stand next to you. Yet his face is only written with concern for your safety. And a light shade of curiosity.

⋯⁂ "Are you alright?" He asks with a soft murmur, your name sounds so sweet on his tongue.

"Uhm, uh— mhm!" You would nod if there was enough space, but there's so little of it that you might knock your head into his. "Super great, Bedo." You mutter bashfully, eyes darting away as you nibble on your bottom lip.

He notices this quicker than you like, and even brings it to light, "Are you sure? You look very nervous." He points out, completely oblivious.

"Ah, Bedo…" You laugh awkwardly.

"Yes?" He queries, enraptured by your bashful state.

"Are all boys this dumb…?" You whisper to yourself.

He hears that but says nothing. Instead, he ponders upon it, wondering what it could mean… Is he as dumb as you think he is? Hardly. He knows for a fact that he's…not dumb, at the very least. So, what is he missing? Socializing is very tough for him, but you normally don't pose much of a threat or trouble. So, this behavior is all very…new.

⋯⁂ He tests out a new…"experiment", his head suddenly landing on your shoulder as if he feels tired. You gasp, your face growing even hotter, leagues more than before. You give him a stiff pat on the back.

"A-Are you tired?" You mutter, voice now smaller.

"A bit." He tries to lie through his teeth. It works, somehow.

"Alright, well…" You sputter, "…I can't help with that, sorry." You quickly give in.

"All is well." He sighs, finding your shoulder a rather comfortable place to be. So, he doesn't even think about moving.

Soon enough, you relax—your shoulder that acts as Albedo's pillow eases up, becoming more comfortable and softer. While you keep an eye on the snowstorm that rages on next to you, he rests a little… He can't help but be lulled into dreamland by your warmth and softness.

…He's going to have to run extra tests on this at a later time.

Neuvillette

⋯⁂ Today has been a rough day for you both. It feels like it's one thing after another in quick succession—much quicker than for either of your or his comfort. But he seems a lot more adjusted to it than you… Keyword: seems. In actuality, he doesn't let you know how the wear and tear on his heart is ripping him apart bit by bit.

⋯⁂ You had specifically requested his help with some…"negotiations." After much convincing, he caved in. Even at first, he didn't want to keep saying no to your begging face. Now? He's relieved he gave in to your pleas for help, or else you might be worse for wear right now.

⋯⁂ Snug in his arms, your weak and cold body shivers in his grasp while he charges through the powerful storm. For once, he wonders if the storm is his own doing or not this time. It most likely is—only causing him to feel even more regret for not being there for you in time. When he saw you on your side curled up on the ground, after getting knocked down by the enemy while he was distracted by the other… That's when the storm began to brew.

⋯⁂ He then finally finds a small cave, right as thunder cracks and lightning strikes all around. On a split-second decision, he tucks you and himself away in the rather cramped opening. Right now, it's better than risking getting struck by lightning.

⋯⁂ His grasp on you tightens a little bit as he whispers an apology, cooing your name sweetly as if you had just died. You weren't dead, for the record. Cold, wet, weak; sure, but not dead. And you weren't dying any time soon, either…

When you finally wake up, you're immediately met with the sad lilac eyes that belong to him. You let out a soft, "Huh…?" in response to his depressed figure.

"Neuvi…" He'll never get tired of hearing that cute little nickname you gave him so long ago, "Wh-what's wrong…?" You sputter out, voice as weak as the rest of your body.

"Nothing." He says a little too firmly. You don't fall for his poor attempt at a facade.

"There's something wrong, silly…" You mutter, barely managing to shift your body enough to rest fully against his chest. "You can tell me, y'know…?" You sigh when your cheek meets his surprisingly warm chest.

"I…" He starts, eyes laden with the fatigue from his own heavy thoughts. "I should've been there for you sooner…" He confesses, his body drooping in response, but never once does he let up on holding you tighter than before. "I know how fragile humans are… What if you—"

"No what ifs, silly Neuvi. I'm here now, aren't I? All thanks to you." You smile, like the solitary sun in his dark, cloudy mind. "…Be kinder to yourself." You allow your eyes to flutter shut, curling up against him for more warmth.

And when he smiles back, the rain begins to finally lighten.

Freminet

⋯⁂ Today was meant to be such a sunny day—no rain, no thunder, and surely no lightning. That's what Freminet read in the forecast this morning, at least. Low chance of precipitation, decent humidity, and sunny skies with little to no clouds… Good weather all around. He didn't always trust the weather forecast and today has only solidified the idea that he should never trust it.

⋯⁂ The thunderstorm chases you both out of the scenic waters of Fontaine—the sky now painted with dark clouds and heavy rain. You both know better than to swim out in the lake when there's lightning. Who knows what could happen if you stick around…

⋯⁂ He sighs, standing at the shore of the lake—his frustrated tears threatening to spill and mix with the rain that dribbles down his freckled face. He calls out, "Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don't cry!" He pleas, knowing that it's all fruitless only serves to make him even more upset. Sure, he's all grown up now, but he can't help but cling to that remaining shred of hope.

⋯⁂ You're the one who has to drag him away from the shores, your hands tight around his shoulders as you both charge away. Spotting a small opening in a cliff, you pull him into it and grant him a warm embrace. You rub his back—squeezing him as well to help him come back down to earth. In the past, you noticed that having some pressure on his body helps his emotional spikes settle down.

⋯⁂ He sighs, his body drooping, relaxing from your snug hold. His own hands wander, sliding up your back and clutching the back of your shirt. His forehead finds a comfortable spot on your shoulder, allowing himself to finish crying from the frustrating event.

"I'm sorry… The weather isn't always this bad, I swear…" He mutters to you.

"It's okay, Freminet, you can't predict the weather every time, you know?" You smile serenely, even if he can't see it. But, he can feel it—he can see that sweet grin in his head. It brings him so much relief that he feels a little sleepy.

"A-Alright… Let's…let's try again some other time…?" He sputters out, finally lifting his head to look at you in the eyes—a gesture he still struggles with. His eyes dart away at first before he manages to force himself to lock gazes with you.

"I'd be more than happy to." You nod, giving him a brief squeeze that makes him squeak. You giggle, "So cute—"

"I love you."

He blurts this out, his mouth hanging agape for a solid moment or two as if he hasn't realized what he just said. When it dawns on him, he blushes furiously and his hands fly to his face, covering his burning cheeks.

You break out into a fit of giggles. His heart sinks. Are you laughing at him? He wonders how pathetic he is to you for saying something so nonsensical—even if it's true.

"I love you too, Fremi." You grin, your own cheeks heating up several degrees higher. You press a sweet, chaste kiss against his forehead, the only accessible place on his face right now. "My cute little dove…" You coo, pulling his hands away to get a better look at his flustered expression.

His eyes are shut tight and his lips thinner from his even tighter frown. When he registers your reciprocation, he gasps. His eyes fly wide open and his mouth parts slightly.

"I… I…" He mutters, unable to look away from you.

"Shhh… It's okay…" You pull him into another hug, keeping him warm.

He is so loved and cared for. And one day you hope he can see that, too.

Cyno

⋯⁂ You're coworkers, very close ones. Yes, this means you—on occasion—go do your duties together. This, sometimes, can be downright insufferable. You love the weirdo, you really do. But either he's taking things too seriously or too lightly… You swear his brain has no gauge—it's a pendulum instead.

⋯⁂ Today was more frustrating than usual, though. Your shared target consistently gets away from both of you—dragging out this mission a lot longer than it needs to be. Cyno hasn't talked much, either. You repeatedly wonder if he's starting to hate you—or maybe he's as frustrated as you are. But, then again, what if he's frustrated with you in particular? You're not sure how well you’re doing your job right now. These thoughts flood your mind again and again.

⋯⁂ At some point, you get thrown into the desert landscape alongside the General. The fresh footsteps led here, so now where's the culprit? There's no sight of the criminal anywhere—making Cyno hiss under his breath. He says you two should search a little further, you comply with a quiet nod.

⋯⁂ Even after much searching, you feel inclined to give in for the day. But, you know Cyno, he never gives in to crime no matter what. He's stubborn as a mule with…just about everything he does. Bad jokes included. Then, with no warning, he grabs your hand and storms away into a small cave. Right as you enter, you see a sandstorm kick up right outside. You groan.

⋯⁂ "Sorry, I haven't been my best today…" You sigh, eyes laden with self-disappointment as you lean back against the stony wall.

"No worries." He assures you, and he doesn't even sound remotely irritated, either. "It is Windsday after all." He says, his face as serious as his rather monotone voice.

"What does Wednesday have to do with anything…?" You ask, sparing him a confused look that has your mouth parting a little.

"Oh, you don't get it." He blinks, shrugging, "A sandstorm's favorite day is Windsday. Wednesday. Windsday." He clarifies with the utter lack of expression.

"…" You stay silent for a moment before pinching the bridge of your nose and groaning. "Thank you, Cyno, very funny." You smile at him, it's the best you can give him right now. It is a funny joke, but you're so frustrated with yourself and the world right now that it hardly means anything.

"I agree." He nods; you can see a twinkle of pride in his red eyes, "I will tell more to pass the time." He affirms, already dead-set on entertaining you.

"Oh boy…" You whisper to yourself, but let him have his way anyway.

You smile with every passing joke he comes up with—you're not sure where he's pulling most of these from, but he's a little too good at it…

As the storm rages on and he's told probably a hundred jokes by now, you throw your hands up in the air at the peak of your frustration. You grab his face and smash your lips against his, causing him to gasp and his eyes to blow wide. You let go of him, a proud smirk on your face.

"Want to know how flowers kiss?" You grin, "With their tulips!" You answer before he can even register the kiss.

When he does, he lets out the loudest, ugliest laugh you've ever seen from him.

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witch-hazels-musings · 10 months

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love professed

warning: sfw, fluff (kissing) | premise: how they hold your face when they kiss you & what their lips feel like (headcannons)

includes: albedo, alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, childe, diluc, itto, kaeya, kazuha, kaveh, thoma, scara, tignari, xiao, zhongli

character x gn reader | anthology

how they hold your face when kissing --

cheek, jaw, etc. with one or both hands

thoma, itto, zhongli, kaveh, diluc, kaeya, albedo

he wants to hold you in his hands, each palm against your face is a way to protect you, shield you from everything else. this touch is an overwhelming reflection of his love for you

one hand or two its all the same -- it can be fun, filled with laughter as he draws you in or tender, reverence surrounding you as your lips collide - quick or lengthy, he doesn’t care; each and every one are perfect

the back of your head

diluc, kazuha, alhaitham, thoma, childe, kaeya

he can’t stop himself - not when it comes to you. his hand slides to the back of your head sending shivers up his arm as he pulls you toward him. he doesn’t want you to leave - not yet, not when he’s finally found you

he likes to see your face, eyes closed, waiting, as his fingers push against your head, as his free hand finds the bend in your back or your bottom lip as you breathe to steady yourself. he hovers, completely smitten until he can’t wait any longer

your chin

childe, scara, ayato, kaeya, baizhu, diluc

it makes his heart pound. from the snarky shake he gives you as he grips your chin, pushes your cheeks together to make your lips pucker, to the surprise in your eyes when he lifts, pushes your face up so he can look at you - all of you - don’t hide from him

his smile is missed when you close your eyes but he’s sure you can feel it when he presses his lips to yours - can you also feel his undying love flowing through his fingers and into your skin? can you feel him ---

your hand, rest against your forehead

albedo, xiao, tighnari, zhongli, thoma

he’s reserved. making sure this moment is accepted, private - he won’t kiss you in public, but if he does the fingers he wraps around your hand are a request. a ‘if you’ll have me,’ sort of plea as he waits for your reply with a squeeze of your hand

the touch of his forehead to yours is a pull of courage. wanting to feel you, be grounded by you before he tilts his head to make the connection - one he never imagine he’d find in his long, solitary

how their lips feel --

full, chapped, but so warm

diluc, childe, itto, kazuha

his kiss is overpowering. heavy, impatience laced with every press of his lips to your own. you can’t breathe but you don’t mind - you part your lips and welcome him in. you have know idea the affect it has on him. he seems demanding, pulling your close, pressing in harder; it’s your fault he’s become incoherent at the taste

each kiss feels hot against your lips. his are dry; from being outside and taking little time to care for his own needs, but the texture makes your body shiver - he asks for another, and another, each time his lips grow warmer, gentler as if they are adjusting to not hurt you, as if they are being hydrated by you. he’s carnivorous and you are his first, last, and every meal

slender, posh and cool to the touch

kaeya, alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, zhongli

there’s an alluring, amorous sensation when you kiss him. the sudden touch of cool as if you are being kissed by the dew the of morning - calm, mysterious, rejuvenating. there’s caution in the connection but only for a second - a curious pause before diving in. he’s got experience but doesn’t mind letting you catch up

his lips have a hint of a smirk - even when his face is relaxed. they are firm, fine - making you question if he kissed you at all. you’ll pull away to see if he’s mocking you only to find his eyes glassy and greedy, begging you to return for more. and you do because those icy lips feel like velvet and you yearn to be shaped by them

narrow, firm, and a bit clumsy

xiao, scaramouche, tighnari

his kisses a laced with hesitancy. they are hard, helpless as they connect with yours until the innocent kiss turns into an impatient and insatiable one - you’ve invited him in, offered an invitation he struggles to refuse. after all this time alone -- what have you done to him?

his lips feel wet; at times you wonder if he’s tucked them in but as the kiss goes on they become more prominent - searching, seeking as if he’s lost in the dark unsure where you’ve gone. you cup his face and he steadies. these kisses are stubborn, starving, that when you break away he’s breathless and you can’t help but go back in; unsatisfied

soft, warm, helplessly thoughtful

thoma, albedo, kaveh

kissable, these lips are that and more. loveable connections that make your heart pound, skin burn. gentle kisses that leave you giddy and greedy. like the setting sun, you run toward the horizon knowing that once you catch it you’ll feel alive again - he’s pliable - but, as he opens his eyes to check in, take stock in what's in front of him, he realizes ... so are you

its like kissing a ‘just out of the oven’ loaf of bread. sweet and savory; the heat spreads from your lips until it reaches your ears. there’s something tantalizing about him, the taste of him, you lean in for more and he catches you. these lips are proficient, provocative, moving exactly the way you need them too until the two of you break away and fall into a fit of embarrassed laughter - these lips have never known such joy

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rukkiya · 7 months

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slipping from my fingers

(albedo x reader)

꒰part 2 to don’t look down ໒꒱

don’t let go

his fingers dig into your forearm, gripping you tightly through his glove.

don’t you dare let them fall

he feels his arm burn, like it’s on fire. the force of holding you and his clone was straining his shoulder, but he couldn’t care less.

you can’t let them go

the voice booming in his head screams and so does he as he feels his shoulder slowly dislocating, popping from its socket. But still, he can’t let this happen.

“let me go.” you whisper. He hears you though his agonizing yell, his eyes becoming blurry in seconds at the mere thought.

“I would never.” He grits through his teeth, using his other arm holding onto the sharp rock to pull himself back a bit, only to slide forward due to the slippery snow.

“albedo please-“

“NO!” He grips your arm harder. “I-I can’t do that.” He feels the warm trail of the fresh tears trailing down his cheek.

You look him in his eyes, his glossy wide eyes and feel warmth spread through your chest.

You’ve never seen him cry, never seen him look so scared.

You feel his tear hit your face and you move your arm.

“Don’t, y/n please.” He hiccups, he feels light headed, he feels scared, he wants to bring you up and keep you safe, apologize for how he acted and never let you go.

I dont want to die. You think as you look up at him

“albedo,” you smile at him and he feels his body go numb.

Why are they looking at me like that?

“I love you.” You whisper, pressing your foot against the cliffs slope, tugging your arm as you did so.

Laughter floods your ears from below you, albedo’s clone looking up at you with excited eyes.

“You are so compliant, you disagreed with this experiment at first but look at you now! You’re wanting to see the results too. I can see why albedo is so drawn to you now!” The clone throws his head back as he starts pulling you down more himself.

“No, no no no y/n no please don’t do this.” Albedo pleads, more fresh tears falling onto your face.

You know he won’t be able to lift you up with his clone clinging to you, you know what has to be done.

I don’t want to leave him. You feel your own eyes brimming with tears as realization hits.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, kicking the ledge harder this time as everything slows down.

Albedo’s face falls immediately, feeling your arm slip from his fingers.

He doesn’t hear the gut wrenching scream that comes out of his mouth but he feels his throat burn, his whole body burn.

You hear his scream and can’t bring yourself to look away from him. This is it.

I’m going to die

It hits you when you feel your body free falling.

I won’t be able to see him again

You can’t see his face anymore, you never wanted to leave him, not like this.

You still feel the weight of albedos clone behind you, dragging you down faster.

I don’t want to go

Everything stops, the sound of wind rushing past you, the sound of laughter coming from behind you, and your racing heart. You feel peace for a fleeting second then everything goes dark.

Albedo doesn’t even think twice, his legs race down the mountain to where you would’ve landed.

No no no no no no

He can’t feel his own body.

He makes it to the bottom of the trail and slips, feeling his throat burn from crying and heaving for air as he ran.

His head whips in all directions and he sees your coat in the far middle of the pile of snow.

He stills.

He holds his breath.

He’s too scared to see what’s happened.

Are you breathing?

You’re human, a fall like this could be fatal he knows but he also knows you, you wouldn’t let this be what takes you right?

Right?

He reluctantly steps forward, eyes not moving from where you lay.

The outline of your figure becoming more apparent.

Your hair was sprawled out on the snow, from where he stands it looks like you’re sleeping. If anything it looks like he came home from a long day out and found you napping on your shared bed.

The only problem was he couldn’t see the rise and fall of your chest.

You weren’t breathing.

His legs almost give out again when makes it to where you lay.

His clone was no where to be found, no traces of him even here to begin with.

“Y/n?” He whispers, vapor escaping his lips as he brings his gloved had to wipe the tears.

“Y/n love, please open your eyes.” He kneels and grabs your hand.

He feels his bottom lip tremble at the weight of your hand in his, your hand was awfully cold.

His eyes scan over your body, nothing seems broken, there’s no sings of any blood either. Maybe you just passed out because of shock, that’s it, right?

“I didn’t mean it, you never were a bother. You’ve never been.” He pushes the hair from your face back and closes his eyes.

He removes one of his gloves and his fingers touch your wrist, expecting the impossible.

No pulse.

“You always take such good care of me and I-“ he gently lays your arm down, removing his other glove with his teeth then adjusting himself over you.

“Im always so busy and can never find the time to repay you for what you do for me but I want you to know that I appreciate eachthing you’ve done. Since the day we met you’ve bought so many new things into my life.” He positions both hands on your chest, looking down at you as more tears fall free.

“So there’s no way I’m letting you leave me like this, archons no.” He pushes down hard, with all his might he pushes down.

“Come on.” He huffs, feeling the snow stick to your clothing making you feel all the more cold.

Wake up wake up

“I know you can wake up.” He rasps, lump getting caught in his throat as he pushes down harder.

“Don’t leave me alone.” He pushes again and you slip further down in his hold making his fist slam on the snow.

Your face looks so peaceful but he knows the horrible truth of it all.

Besides the red puffiness around your eyes from when you were crying or your parted slightly chapped lips he knows you’re no longer here. The more he stares down at your lifeless body the more his thoughts become more and more reckless.

“Y/n wake up.” He lays you down, laying next to you.

This feels too familiar, he expects you to open your eyes and grumble something under your breath or laugh and turn away like you usually do but you don’t. You don’t even move.

He feels his bottom lip start to tremble at the mere thought.

“Please.” He whisperes. Bringing you close by your head to lay against his chest to warm you up but he feels something warm seep through his fingers.

He stills too scared to look down at his hands.

But he does so anyways, seeing the ugly dark red substance staining his bare hand.

Your blood.

Your blood on his hands.

The color looking unsightly among the pearly white snow surrounding you both.

He feels the bile rise in his throat.

“look what you’ve done!” laughter echos next to him, he whips his head in the direction it’s coming from.

“as alchemists we both get obsessed with seeing our outcomes, you should know better than anyone right albedo?” his clone speaks from right besides him. The clone had come out of no where.

albedo only looks down at you, seeing more blood spilling from your head then looks back up to his clone.

“you understand so surely no hard feelings. anyways what was it that you old them just before this all happened?” he clicks his tongue, placing his index finger and thumb on his chin.

“oh right! That they ruined all your hard work, look think of it this way, now they won’t ruin a thing-“

albedos clone jumps back, fresh deep cut along his chest as he clutches his hand over it tightly.

“almost got me! your more skilled with the sword then i had imagined!” the clone laughs.

“stop.” Albedo grits, now standing. He tried to strike the clone down in one swift motion not wanting to hear another word come from this freaks mouth. He grips the hilt of his sword tightly. He meant to end the clones life but failed, his swing wasn’t precise due to his shoulder being dislocated earlier.

“You didn’t appreciate them, not the way I would’ve.” The clone kneels near you, hand reaching your way but albedo swings again leaning down to you.

“Don’t you dare touch them.” He glares making his clone laugh louder.

“It’s not fair for you to be such a way. I had to show you what it feels like to be me. You have it all, friends, family and place to call home. You had a lover but you didn’t appreciate them. I had to do what was meant to be done.” The clones face falls expressionless as he explains.

“Why not come for me instead? Why them of all?” Albedo questions, pulling you near him again. Your body temperature dropped even more.

“Why not me?” He asks again.

“What is it that you feel?” The clone asks, sitting in front of albedo.

The blood spilling from the clone made albedos face scrunch up. Why was the clone still alive? The clone seems unscathed too, we’ll despite the gash in his chest now.

“It hurts.” Albedo whispers.

If he had just let you stay while he finished up, this never would’ve happened. If he never blew up on you from such a small thing you’d still be alive.

“It hurts.” Albedo repeats feeling fresh tears come down his face seeing them land onto your face.

“Exactly.” The clone grunts, getting up and dusting himself off. “That’s what I’ve been feeling for years living in your shadow.” He grunts, leaning over a bit to stop the blood flow from his chest.

“It’s great to see we both can experience the same emotions.” The clone smiles down at albedo.

“Bring them back.” Albedo, puts his sword down, lifting you in his arms and holding you close.

He knows he asking for the impossible.

“That’s impossible.” The clone takes slow steps to where albedo sits with you in his arms.

Leaning down to pick up the sword that albedo was holding.

“You must live with this pain just like I do.” He whispers near albedo, making albedo reach down next to him only to feel snow come in contact with his skin.

Albedo turns around expecting to see his clone but nothing. He’s left alone again.

The reality of it all hitting him once again. You’re gone.

you’re dead

“Albedo?” He hears a familiar voice call for him and his head shoots up.

“Over here! I need help!” He calls out and it hits him.

Whoever is on their was will see the state you’re in, they’ll see you pale and cold, they’ll see you dead.

“Albedo? Albedo hello?” They call out again and he freezes, he can’t move.

Y/n is dead

How will he explain, how will he tell them he couldn’t save you.

“Albedo?” It’s much softer this time, coming from his arms and he stops breathing.

“What did you do to me?” His eyes travel down to your face, your eyes are still closed but your voice is ringing in his ears.

“You let me go.” He hears you say, his grip on you tightening as he nods his head no.

No no no it wasn’t me

“No, I- it wasn’t I couldn’t.” He heaves, feeling lightheaded again.

Why is he hearing you?

“Albedo!”

His eyes shoot open as he sits up straight, chest rising and falling rapidly.

His eyes take a second to adjust but he sees the familiar view of his room.

A soft gentle hand lays on his forehead and a familiar scent surrounds him.

“I told you not to overwork yourself, you never listen.” Your voice comes from beside him, grumbling as he turns to look at you with wide eyes.

“When was the last time you slept? Or even hydrated for archons sake you’re paleE AH-“

He pulls you close with so much force it almost knocks the wind out of you.

“what’s gotten into you-“

“you’re here, you’re here? you’re safe?” He exhales, hands tucking you into his neck as he brings you in impossibly closer.

“how’re you? I thought-“

“Albedo hey, look at me.” You pull away feeling his hands trembling too much for him just waking up.

You heard him grumbling in his sleep so you thought you’d wake him just in case.

He looks at you as if you were a ghost but you feel your heart sink when your eyes meet his.

In all your time you’ve known the head alchemist, in all time time you’ve been with him you’ve never seen him cry.

but he’s looking at you, with fresh tears brimming his eyes and fresh tears trailing down his face.

“love what’s wrong? are you ok?” you ask worry flooding you. Your own heart sinking, why was he so distressed? Is he hurt? Is he scared? What was he dreaming of?

“are you in any pain?” You sit down next to him and he reaches for your face.

feeling his skin make contact with yours, feeling the warmth radiating off your face. he felt himself relax, it’s you, you’re alive.

“I just want you to stay here ok.” He asks, big blue eyes staring into yours. His face that is usually hard to read with little to no emotion at times was looking at you In a way that made you feel shy.

“are you ok?” You ask again and he looks down at his chest, remembering the sick feeling he felt, how much it hurt him.

“Yes, I am now.” He nods his head, thumbs softly swiping the apples of your cheeks.

“I was going to run out to grab you medication since you passed out at work earlier, you need to take-“

“No!” He cuts you off, standing up when you get up feeling dreadful overcome him at the thought of you leaving. At the thought of his clone from his dreams getting his hands on you.

“Don’t leave, I’ll take the rest of today off! Tomorrow if I have to aswell. Let’s just stay in tonight, ok?” He gently sits you back down and you stare up at him confused but don’t rebuttal.

You only nod your head seeing him visibly relax again.

“I’m sorry, I’ll take better care of myself, better care of you. But you have to promise me you’ll be safe when I’m not with you.” He grabs both your hands, moving one down to your wrist and feeling your pulse on his fingers.

“Keep your promise and I’ll keep mines love.” You nod your head and he leans down, placing soft kisses all over your face, making you laugh aloud. Filling his ears with what he thought he’d never hear again.

He pulls you closer to him again. Hugging you not wanting to let you go, fearing for what actually could’ve been.

He looks past your bedroom window, an outline of Dragonspine can be seen from where your house is and he squeezes you closer. He cant help but wonder, is there truly someone that evil who takes the form of him out there? If so, he’ll be wary, for everyone he interacts with. Most importantly, with you.

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authors note: hello my lovelies!! ʚ(´꒳`)ɞ oh geez I’m back with another albedo fic bc I needed NEEDED TO WRITE FOR HIM!! I really enjoy writing for pretty alchemist man!but I had to make a part two for this since it’s almost been a year and I promised one- BUT I made it before it hit a full yearLOL (I’m so sorry I took so long to make part two t^t) BUT HERE IT IS!! I left it off on such a big cliffhanger in part one so I do hope part two gives you all the closure you need LOL. I do hope you’re all taking care of yourselfs and staying safe! remember to eat well and drink water hope you all enjoy!!^~^<3 (this was not proof read, apologies for any errors!)

@kaeyasnowflake this if for you hon!! :D you’ve waited far too long thank you for being so patient, I hope you enjoy! <3

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dumbificat · 5 months

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Day 4 -> albedo + hot chocolate

☆ - albedo appreciates you waiting for him… ♡ - albedo only !! ♪ - no warnings, just some festive fluff | gn reader ★ - note: day four of my event ! i hope you enjoy :)

it was times like these that you wondered why your boyfriend worked in the mountains of dragonspine. times when, in all honesty, mondstadt and dragonspine didn’t look too dissimilar. times when the mountains decide to share their chilly white blanket with the city.

you were sitting on a small sofa in his work area, added just for you. despite a small fire burning away near you and the many blankets surrounding you, you still shivered. you sat watching your boyfriend, albedo, hard at work despite the cold. initially you just wanted to keep him company, but you never knew how long his experiments would take, nor just how cold it would be on the icy mountains.

“bedo, are you nearly done?”

“almost, mein lieb.”

you let out a pitiful sniffle at that, hoping he would come cuddle you. he offered you an apologetic smile, but it did little to warm your frozen feelings. you turned your attention to the fire, small flames flickering, capturing your gaze.

you were so enraptured you didn’t realise albedo had finished. he walked over to you, leaving a trail of prints in the snow. both his hands were occupied carrying chocolatey warmth, one that you could never turn down. he sat down next to you, moving some of the blanket to make space for himself, and handed you your mug.

“i’m sorry, my dear. i appreciate you waiting for me, so here. this should warm you up.”

you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face, taking a small sip of the drink but wincing at its heat. he chuckles at this, he had just made it after all. not wanting to upset you any further, he wrapped an arm around you and let you snuggle up to him.

you didn’t mind that he was naturally cold, the warmth in your hearts was enough to keep the fire of your love blazing for years to come.

thank you for reading day 4 ! please reblog if you enjoyed :)

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makelemonade · 1 year

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Happy Birthday!

Relations: Ayato, Albedo, Alhaitham, Aether, Childe, Cyno, Scaramouche/Wanderer x Gender Neutral Reader (separate obv )

Warnings: uhm slight angst, swearing, too much fluff ew (aw), forgetting abt ur birthday (literally all of them do)

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Ayato:

-I’ll be so fucking supercalfraglicious rn, that man won’t even be able to spend it with you.

-Yoimiya and Ayaka def bet 10$ he forgets acc

-but because I’m SUCH a sucker for angst to fluff

-In the morning, he won’t even know what day it is. He’ll be to tired to comprehend anything. He’s not a morning person in the slightest

-He does wake up before you though due to the work, so you’ll still be asleep while he greats ready and gives ur forehead a lil smooch before he heads out to do any tasks or duties

-you’ll wake up upset to see NO GIFT LIKE WTF

-richest man in Inazuma CANT even get u anything ?!

-maybe he left it for thoma so he can give it to you when you wake up!!

-when you go eat breakfast, ur eyes light up to see thoma holding a gift but slightly dim when it’s none other than his and not your beloveds.

-nonetheless your happy you got a gift !!

-it’ll be a few hours and STILL no gift. Thoma tells you with a sad dog pout face that Ayato did forget

-so you actually spend the day with him!!! thoma >>>>>

-your back in the evening, signs of daylight all gone as night was to hit

-when ur back you fully come to terms Ayato did forget about your birthday because he didn’t even wish you a happy bday :)

-you walk past him sitting on the bed with a few bags of stuff you liked that Thoma bought as another gift and Ayato looked at you confused

“Who bought you all of that?” He asked, sitting up and setting a few work files down on the bed.

“Thoma.” You answered, not even sparing him a glance.

“Confusion grew more along with a tinge of jealousy. “What was the occasion?”

“My birthday.”

-I’m telling u rn any type of emotion DROPS

-he lowkey might start crying

-hell ask u to sit on the bed and apologize for everything and like just kiss u all over and if ur still mad he’ll understand but like god knows you can’t stay mad at him

-he acc takes u on a shopping spree the next day and tasks Thoma with inviting all of your friends so when you get back to the estate, it’s none other than a surprise party!!

Albedo

-HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW WHAY A BIRTHDAY IS

-thankfully you explained it to him a few weeks before your birthday and even if he isnt human, he’d like to partake in it

-but he’s never done this before so he has to seek out Kaeya for them

-he went to Klee first but decided It wasn’t best to give you a bomb for your birthday

-Kaeya tells him all type of gift ideas and Albedo acc saves up a bunch of his money to buy you all your favourite stuff

-he’s so cute

-he tries to bake a cake

-key word tried

-his cake became demolished like alchemy couldn’t even fix it

-it was adorable though and you thanked him for everything. he forgot about work the whole day just for you :)

Alhaitham

-i cant decide if he forgets or is just too busy to spend it with you

-I think he’ll forget to call off work on the day of your birthday and won’t be able to spend it with you

-like he remembers your birthday but his slow ass just couldn’t remember to call off work

-he does have a present ready for you though! and a long message he sent to your Akasha while he was at work

-he actually did come home early just for you

-insert him twirling you around omfjwknfkwjdjwdjjed

-so if u decide to go out, he’ll take you to a very fancy and expensive restaurant and give u ur gift there

-if u decide to stay in he’ll bake a cake from scratch with you (those cute movie scenes where there’s like flour on both of ur faces)

-and then end the night watching a movie and falling asleep or birthday fuck, ur choice

Aether

-THIS MAN DOES NOT FORGET

-he’s just too busy he can’t spend the whole day with you

-BUT he takes you on commissions with him!!

-big mistake

-so u end up getting hurt and he has to take you to the nearest like hospital or whatever they have in that world

-he’ll probably just cry out of guilt because it’s ur birthday and part of his gift was that you practically almost die

-memorable birthday in my opinion

-birthday scar !!!

-he gives paimon a bunch of mora so she can go buy food and you both end up spending your birthday in the hospital

-hey at least he’s with you !!

-he acc crawls in the hospital bed beside you and your both just cuddling

-paimon is in the corner btw making sure y’all don’t do shit if ykyk

-once ur all better, he makes sure to take you out to dinner and get you an even better gift <3

Childe

-he forgets.

-not changing my mind.

-like I feel like ekaterina will have to remind him

“How is Y/N’a birthday so far?”

-insert jaw drop, shock face, eyes wide

-he will BURST out the bank and run straight to your shared home

-now you’ll be sad but like ur choice if u wanna cry or be mad

-if ur crying on the bed he’ll sit beside you and start kissing u all over ur face and saying he’s sorry and sorry all over again while whispering endearments

-if ur mad he’ll let himself be a punching bag

-he ENCOURAGES u to slap him but you only punch him playfully

-he’ll take you out and get you the most EXPENSIVE jewelry like literal fucking diamonds

-if u even want u can spend it with Zhongli too

-he just wants to make sure you have the best day just minus the fact he literally forgot

-he’ll take u in a trio to Snezhnaya or anywhere in the world just for you to forgive him

Cyno

-ladies and gents and my non-binary friends….

-he doesn’t forget!!!

-he acc has it all planned out- where you wanna celebrate is your decision

-if you wanna adventure around? Go for it! He’ll be with you and protect you from any monsters

-you wanna stay in? he’ll buy every movie you love and you’ll do a movie spree

-u wanna party ? Even on short notice he’ll Invite everyone hours before and youll all be having fun in the bazaar

-nonetheless he just wants you to have fun- it’s your day after all

-he has a lot of money, he just didn’t know what to get you, so if there’s any free time he’ll let you go around and buy whatever you want

-at the end of the day he’ll cuddle up to you and omg HE’LL LIKE whisper the happy birthday song to you as you drift off to sleep and idk why but that’s so cute to me

Scaramouche/Wanderer

-guys I’m just gonna say Scaramouche cuz for this he’s still working for Fatui but he is very ooc and soft (wanderer personality kinda)

-so sorry friends but the man literally doesn’t even know it’s your birthday month

-I think Childe will remind him by asking how your bday day is so far and Scaramouche will be like fuck

-Childe will def kaugh at him for forgetting but out of kindness he’ll tell Scaramouche what to do

-Scaramouche will race home and he’ll kiss u and shit hug u and apologize while saying he’ll do anything to make it up to you

-ANYTHING.

-you guys are in Snezhnaya and there’s not much to do but you decide to go ice skating !!

-you’ll have to teach him cuz he can’t skate for life

-he’ll encourage you to just take his mora or card or wtv and buy whatever you want cuz like

-he’s loaded

-you just decide to go buy some food aka hot chocolate to warm up. Maybe some snacks if you wanna watch movies that night

-he does buy you a cake though so when your home he can light it up

-he’ll sing the bday song while hugging you from behind and when it comes to your age he’ll blow out the candles with you then kiss u on the cheek

-UGH

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bedoballoons · 7 months

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oh well if you didn’t get itI basically said that move to will probably not be able to control mui because he only appears to turn into ai but it’s just an illiusion.

for my request it was another mitsuri like us x character but we are sad about our past.

SPOILER FOR SEASON 3!!!!!

Due to mitsuri eating so much food, having be reallly strong and have pink and green hair. She was called a pig and one EX said that only a cow or pig would ever marry her which made her dye her hair black and eat 9x less than she needed. And when she found another partner she realized she don’t keep on pretending. One headcannon can I have about her is that you do this she gained an eating disorder. Where she will not eat as much as she needs.

can the characters be: wanderer,albedo,diluc,kaeya,xiao and one of your choice. I love your works and also My cat just had 3 KITTYS!!! I plan on naming them scarameow,kokkie and coco.🐱🐱🍫🍪

Ohhh! You know I really seem to write this show alot and I've still never seen it... :p CONGRATULATIONS on kittens!! Those are such cute names!! I hope they are all doing well ❤️❤️

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Mitsuri like reader~༺}

CW: Angsty! Reader has a eating disorder, has been called a pig and is self conscious about weight! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon chérie, my love,

A/n: I just wanted to say that if you've ever been called a pig, or cow or made fun of for your weight, please don't listen to them. Your body is beautiful and me personally I think you're amazing wether you're skinnier than average or heavier than average. You are gorgeous! ❤️

(Includes: Diluc, Lyney, Albedo, Xiao, Wanderer, and Kaeya!)

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𑁍༄Diluc:

Diluc set a plate in front of you, sitting in the chair across from you with a hopeful gleam in his red eyes...,"I haven't seen you eat anything all day...please, just a few bites. It's your favourite, fresh out of the oven." You looked down at the fresh warm food, the wonderful smell making your stomach churn unhappily, it was such a fatty dish...

Suddenly the harsh words of others started playing in your head, reminding you why you wanted to loose weight so badly..

Pig

Cow

Fatty

You pushed his cooking away, unable to even take a nibble, "I'm not hungry...sorry Diluc. It smells amazing though..." you tried to smile at him, but he clearly wasn't happy with your response. He took your hand into his and placed a kiss on your fingers, whispering against them with sorrow in his voice, "You are beautiful the way you are...please, don't listen to them."

𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney hurried up to you, holding a freshly baked croissant in his hands that he'd gotten for the two of you to share, silently hoping you'd eat it with him...that all of his suspicions weren't true, "Mon chérie! Looks yummy hmm? Want to sit down for a bite?" His eyes met yours and he simply couldn't imagine how someone could say anything horrible about you, you...were the most gorgeous person in his eyes and he wished so desperately he could show you that.

"I don't mind if we sit and chat while you eat! I'm not really in the mood for a croissant right now, thank you though." You tried your best to sound sweet and truthful, feeling so guilty you had to lie to him...but you wanted to be perfect for him and loosing weight seemed to be the only way...at least in everyone else's eyes.

"...my love, I'll get you anything you wish to eat.."

"I'm just...not hungry right now Lyney."

He grasped your wrist softly, stopping you from walking away so he could kiss your lips...he'd find a way to show you your own beauty, he'd tell you every hour on the dot if he had to...

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo bit his lip, for once in his life he had encountered a problem he just had no idea how to solve, he thought of you as the true meaning of life, the very being that made him want to get out of bed every morning and show his love for you any way he could, a inspiration that never ceased to look perfect and yet...you didn't feel that way about yourself...

How could it be, how could someone break your heart...call you a pig for enjoying food...a cow, it bothered him to no end and he just couldn't wrap his head around that cruelty..."Klee and I made cookies...they are chocolate chip...with a few sprinkles, would you like some?" He sat next to you, Klee following after him, "Ohhh please try one! The sprinkles make them extra yummy!" She looked at you with such a cute face...that for a split second you considered it...they smelled so good and even with sprinkles you could tell they'd be delicious..but, you felt sick at the thought of taking bite...

"Awe next time Klee, I'm...not hungry right now..."

Albedo sighed...how was he going to fix this...

𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao was having a hard time understanding your situation, it didn't make sense, why would the pathetic humans who couldn't compare to you in the slightest tell you such awful things...and why would you ever believe them? He was so worried about you, your normally plump cheeks sunken in slightly and your happy smile gone, you didn't enjoy eating...in fact he almost never saw you eat at all anymore.

He had to remind you every two minutes, just to take a few bites and even then you'd refuse, "You should eat...you need to. Please." You'd look away, slightly angry...slightly sad and just say you didn't want to, and it wasn't like he was going to force you to, but he wished there was a way he could help. He'd just have to keep telling you what was true...clearing their sick words from your mind with his sweet sentiments,

"You are the true meaning of every beautiful thing in this world, those mortals are threatened by it and seek to destroy you because of it...don't listen to them."

"You look perfect in my eyes..."

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"Why are you listening to those idiots! They probably wouldn't know what beauty was if it slapped them in the face! You are...ughhh" Wanderer groaned in annoyance, knowing full well yelling wasn't going to help you...but he was just so angry, how dare anyone bully you like that, get under your skin. "I'm sorry....I didn't mean to shout, I just, you can't believe what they are saying! Hell if someone like me, who's never loved anyone before...who never gave a damn what people looked like...could fall so goddamn hard for you, you have to be goregous. I will say that as many times as I have to!"

You fought the urge to cry, he didn't usually get so emotional over things like this, but he was worried about you and...for good reason, "Wanderer, I'm fine.." You tucked a piece of your pink hair behind you ear, trying to hide from his prying eyes that starred daggers at you, did you truly think he'd buy that? "Don't lie to me. You're not fine, you're hurting yourself...making yourself sick. Just tell me what to do! How do I help! What do I say...you're fucking perfect to me...isn't that enough?"

𑁍༄Kaeya:

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"Oh...are you sure you don't want just a bite. I've gone and ordered two, you wouldn't want me to have to eat both would you? I'd surely become ill with a stomach ache.." Kaeya scooched the plate in your direction, using every persuasive method he could think of...he'd already tried complimenting you over and over, flirting with you more often, showering you with kisses and love, but you still wouldn't enjoy a meal with him. This was his last resort...

"Kaeya..."

"Pretty please...just a little would make me so happy..."

You sighed, thinking about how much you'd eaten...or more rather, how much you hadn't eaten and took a small bite, the flavours tasting good, but not like they used to...it was difficult to even swallow. Kaeya seemed so proud though, so...hopeful.

◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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