— Revoked Privileges 

domestic things they do | genshin men

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characters: diluc, kaeya, itto, albedo, gorou, childe, xiao, and thoma.

a/n: i laid in bed and wrote this after school so yeah. i love domesticity, wanted to write fluff after writing so much angst for thin ice. :)

diluc always has to leave late for night watch, but there’s one thing he’ll do without fail: he kisses you softly on the forehead before he leaves. diluc doesn’t know how to aptly show affection when you’re awake, but pecking you on the forehead before you leave is a step in the right direction to him.

kaeya will always give you his coat when you’re cold. he doesn’t even need for you to say anything; that thick, fluffy, leather jacket gets draped around your shoulders without fail. when you look at him with surprise, he only winks and shrugs his shoulders.

on days where you come home after he does, zhongli always has a cup of tea prepared for you. most days, it’s oolong tea. but the more and more time you spend together, he sorts through your preferences. zhongli won’t skip out on details either; he knows exactly when to stop pouring in the creamer, how many sugar cubes is just right, and how long to set it over the stove so that it’s warm when you come home to him.

albedo will always ask how your day is before you can even say “welcome home!”. he wants to know everything always, and that includes discovering what makes his love happy and sad. he’ll be quiet in listening, staring at you with enamored eyes.

no matter the weather, sick or in good health, itto is always willing to cuddle you. he likes hold your hand while doing so and stuff his head into your neck too. no words need to be exchanged—everything is already expressed in the steady rhythm of his heart.

gorou is always willing to run out and get you whatever you need. if it’s the middle of the night and you want some miso soup? he’s already halfway out the door. sometimes, he’ll even come home with whatever you were thinking about needing. he’ll joyously laugh in delight, chuckling that you both are telepathic.

childe always brings home gifts. whether or not he’s been gone for a few hours or a few months, he’ll return to you with trinkets. when you ask him why he bought it, he’ll bashfully reply that it reminded him of you.

to everyone else, xiao couldn’t care less about reminding them of their well-being. but before you ever go anywhere, xiao will clippedly scold you for not wearing warmer clothes, or forgetting to bring an umbrella. when you tell him thank you, he’s reduced to a flustered, blushing mess.

thoma, somehow, is always one step ahead of you when it comes to chores. when you leave the dinner table to go get your phone? he’s already wiped down the table, put away the leftovers, and is in the middle of washing dishes when you return. when you come home, your room is spotless, the closet is organized, and taroumaru is well-fed. if you try to tell him that you can do some of the work, he’ll laugh and tell you it’s no big deal.

Request: au where the reader loses an eye and has to wear an eyepatch like kaeya, fischl and beidou. just them vibing with em all while everyone is worried about how you lost an eye??

Characters: Beidou, Kaeya, Fischl

warnings: mention of injury, soft yandere, sagau

Notes: my brain is fried, im also so sorry for talking so long to respond!

Fischl is the one most excited about it, because now, she has someone who shares the same fashion aesthetic as her. For so long, she’s been outcasted for the way she dresses and the way she behaves and now, her creator looks like her. To say she feels happy is an understatement. She feels a bit closer to you knowing that you both have something in common and you can often see her standing around you wanting to make conversation. To be with you when she gets the chance and if you choose to spend more time with her, she’ll be more than happy to oblige.

Kaeya is the most smug about this. He doesn't need to know why you wear an eyepatch because seeing his brother get pissed off is way more amusing than knowing what happened. Of course, if you choose to tell him what happened, he’s more than willing to listen. You’ll never see him say it out loud, but it’s obvious with the way he’s standing beside you most of the time and being right next to you that he’s subtly mocking the others.

Beidou isn’t smug about it, but she does find it a little enjoyable to see Ningguang staring at her when she sits beside you or when you talk to her about new eyepatches. She’s most willing to find other types of eye patches you like, be it with the finest cloth or something really simple. Each time she comes back from a voyage, she has a new one for you.

Everyone else is concerned about you. Why do you have an eyepatch? Did someone hurt you? Was it an accident? The Archons are the ones most actively trying to find out what happened but they can’t do much when you’re having the time of your life with the other three.

zhongli ▪︎ beloved

pairing: zhongli x traveler!(f)reader (in 2nd PoV - "you") or Lumine if you wish

genre/theme(s): angst with happy ending + jealousy, fluffy as fuck, midst-of-a-slow-burn-romance type, mutual pinning, misunderstanding

word count: 5.9k+ (omg sorry didn't really plan for this fic to be THIS LONG)

summary: rex lapis has plenty of time on his hand ever since he stepped down from his former seat as the geo archon. currently as zhongli the mortal, it is not so rare for him to accompany her on her commissions now and then. over the time spent together, the feelings she harbored for the man were no longer as simple as one would hold for a good friend — it took one interesting commission for her to realize that. if only she knew she was not alone in this. — | m.list

a/n: I'm finally back after LONG hiatus. i'm very thankful for this break; my inspiration was as dry as the desert. picking up where I left off, i've decided to release this long overdued fic rotting in my drive. i needed the warm-up hence here is that fic. I decided to give writing in 2nd PoV (You) a try, and I have to say I enjoyed writing this fic in that way! You could pretend the reader to be you (the traveller) or simply Lumine (i mean, Lumine IS the traveler which is YOU - if you play female MC ofc.)

enjoyyyy. i look forward to reading feedback <3 please do me a favor and reblog this too! :)

Canopied by the overhanging trees, golden eyes squinted against the sunlight shining down at them through the leaves, then lowered their gaze.

Back to the soft breathing by his right shoulder where his lips met the crown of your head with an accidental brush at the turn of his head — one that he made no move to pull away from.

The edges of his lips lifted as incoherent words were murmured against him in your slumber.

A surge of wind tugged his eyes up and onto the glistening ocean beyond the green, grassy hill they sat on.

Liyue Harbor was right across, bustling and busy as ever.

Even from the hill across the city, he could hear the hollers of the dock crews and see the locals milling along the wharf. Ships were departing and docking, in and out.

Strong and prospering on its own feet, Liyue Harbor ran like clockwork.

There was nothing more he could do for the city he had built.

His archon days were long over.

Morax, Rex Lapis — he had abandoned these names and every meaning behind them.

No longer the Geo Archon, he was simply Zhongli the mortal now, and truly enjoyed everything about this mundane life.

Strolling leisurely while taking in the sights around the city, listening to stories told at Third-Round Knockout with tea to accompany him, and watching businesses unfold between merchants and their customers in the lively market.

These were the many things he grew fond of as Zhongli, but what he found himself looking forward to the most...was your company.

Whether it was just a mere chat over tea or out on adventures in the wilderness every now and then, your presence seemed to brighten his mortal days even more.

As a gust of wind blew at the hilltop, Zhongli raised a hand, his eyes focused on the lock of your hair blown into your face by the wind.

Only to pause as you stirred.

Fingers on your face dropped back onto his lap as he watched you open your eyes, with a small frown between his brows.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

You met his apologetic gaze drowsily. "No..." A yawn escaped your mouth.

Your head shifted against his chest. Since when were tree trunks this comfortable to lean on?

You moved your gaze away from his with groggy blinks—

Then jolted upright with a sharp gasp, flinching away from him like you were scalded.

Flustered blush colored your cheeks. How did you end up sleeping on Zhongli?

Your eyes sprang wide.

—oh no!

What if you snored? Or worse, drooled?

Your hand flew to your lips to check, horrified at the absurdity of that thought; it was ghastly to even think about salivating all over a former archon.

Thankfully there was none, you dropped your hand back to your lap as relief left you.

"My apologies," Zhongli's voice turned your head. "I didn't think you would be uncomfortable being this close to me."

There was a strange expression on his face, "I just thought you would sleep better against me than this tree." — a faint smile that made him look somewhat...disappointed.

You broke into a smile, laughing. "No no, I was just surprised," Another yawn was stifled, "Thank you, Zhongli, I had a really good nap."

Your eyes darted to the trees behind theirs, in time to see distant figures among them, moving in their direction.

"...Looks like they're here." You turned your head to watch Zhongli climb to his feet. "It still puzzles me why they made such a request; I'm afterall just an ordinary funeral parlor consultant."

You stood as well, brows raised in incredulity at his words but said nothing.

Ordinary? Nothing about him was ordinary.

Even as a mortal, he makes heads turn.

Almost every single woman they met on your commissions seemed to be enamored with him. It was hard to tell whether he was ignoring their obvious advances or was simply oblivious to the attention he got.

You couldn't blame them though.

Zhongli was a gentleman known for his vast knowledge and talents. His speech and mannerism were sophisticated enough to charm anyone on the streets albeit not intentional, or at least you thought so. Even as a close friend, you weren't immune.

He was like...a natural ladies' man, so much so that you often felt like a third wheel whenever they traveled the lands with female clients.

And from these experiences, it had not been pleasant being on the receiving ends of suspicious glares and calculated stares despite being introduced by the man himself as a mere good friend.

A sigh left you as you stepped forward with Zhongli, silently hoping for none of those this time.

Grass and dirt crunched under its wooden wheels as the horse carriage rolled towards them.

There were intricate signs of wealth all over the vehicle.

The roof of the carriage had an edge rimmed with gold and carved dragons in the polished wood. Guarded by the back of the horseman, the carriage hid its occupant away from the world behind its sturdy wooden doors.

The horseman himself wore a short robe of black and blue, armed with a metal plate across his chest and a sword on his back.

Unmistakably, this whole picture was a telltale sign of their client — a daughter of a rich man; whoever this Lady Wen was.

Even the stallions pulling it wore expensive cloths marked with a symbol around their necks.

In an anticipating silence, they watched as the carriage finally slowed to a stop.

The man at the front hopped off the carriage with ease, robes fluttering with his movements as the grassy ground met his feet with a rustle.

You two watched him begin to move, fully expecting him to pull open the door for his passenger to step out.

But instead, he started walking towards you two, almost eagerly, with his hand raised and extended before him. When he came closer, you noticed he was a young man with dark hair long enough to be tied loosely in a semi-ponytail and a face decent enough for ladies to take interest in.

Zhongli was the first to mirror his gesture with legs moving forward and a hand raised to meet the man's, but for it only to fall back to his side when he realized that the man was fixated on something else.

Not on him.

His brows rose.

…but on you.

"You must be her," with admiration on his face, and hand around yours. "...that woman."

Did he mistake me for Zhongli…? He does know that Zhongli is a man right —

Shock elicited a surprised gasp out from you when he suddenly brought his lips down to the back of your hand in a greeting kiss.

You could only stare back at the stranger with wide, blinking eyes, unsure what to do.

Next to you, Zhongli’s golden eyes narrowed as a feigned cough ensued from his throat.

You jolted at the same time with the man. "Oh right! How can I forget my manners?" he released your hand, eyes darting briefly over to Zhongli.

"Forgot your manners, indeed." You thought you heard Zhongli mutter under his breath,

"I'm Young Master Wen." the man introduced, “You may call me Jun instead.” as he returned his attention, hopeful gaze back to you under Zhongli’s furrowed scrutiny, just as you were bringing your offended hand behind your back, afraid he would kiss it again.

You wiped your hand hastily against your clothing as subtly as you could, not expecting his next line. "...I've heard of what you've done for both Mondstadt and Liyue — definitely a woman of power and beauty!"

—you coughed, spluttering on choked saliva in your surprise.

You were aware of the many praises about you.

Strong, yes. Cute, yes. Pretty, maybe.

But a woman of beauty? Never.

You could only manage an awkward thank you as Jun finally turned to Zhongli. Thank god, the overly passionate gaze on you was getting a bit too much.

"And you must be Mr. Zhongli!"

"Ah yes, Young Master Wen." Zhongli merely said, shaking his hand.

You looked over at Zhongli in mild surprise.

There was something different about how he greeted the man — almost grudgingly if you were to squint. His usual cordial enthusiasm was lacking.

You swore you saw a dagger-like glint flash across his golden eyes, just as the man turned his head back to you, about to step towards you with the same fascinated look on his face.

Zhongli moved fast so you didn’t realize until you suddenly found yourself blocked by a broad back and peering over Zhongli’s shoulders at Jun instead.

“Enough, Young Master Wen, I’m sure she understands quite clearly that you admire her.” Zhongli intervened, feeling the coil of frustration in his chest tightened. “—now, where’s this Lady Wen who seeks me? Your sister, I assume, going by your title?”

You felt the tension in your shoulders leave with your silent sigh when Jun finally pulled his gaze off you. Weirdo.

“Oh, my sister—”

“It's been a long time since we met, Zhongli."

All eyes swiveled to the carriage to watch a lady emerge from its confine.

So this was Lady Wen, your eyes widened.

So she was the one who asked for Zhongli in the commission letter Katheryne passed to you?

Though siblings, the Lady Wen standing in person before you was not what you had expected. Apart from her wealth, her face also sets her apart from other women; for she bore a face men would compare to a goddess.

Mesmerized by the flowery grace and gentle sweet smile of the approaching woman, you knew you were right to doubt the compliment the man sang of you.

You? A woman of beauty? No way.

It was Lady Wen.

So what did this beautiful lady want with Zhongli? You wondered glancing between the man standing before you and the woman.

Then you caught the quiet admiring gaze on Zhongli, and a faint sign of recognition on the said man’s face. “—Wen Rong.” You heard him utter.

“It's been a long time since we met, Zhongli." Her greetings echoed back in your memory, then it clicked.

Ah, you understood now.

Night fell over like a curtain of darkness, just as the carriage arrived at a distance five hours away from your destination.

Shadows lurked in every corner of the campfires, behind the trees and the bushes.

The fire crinkled and sizzled in the soft breeze, dancing lightly on the firewood stacked atop of each other. Over the warm light it emitted, you could hear their laughter.

Hers and his.

Despite not seeing each other in years, their friendship rekindled almost instantly.

You sneaked a glance at them, to where you previously sat before you realized you were too dumb to understand what they were saying.

You weren’t sure what they were chatting about, but you knew they were subjects Zhongli loved to share with you when you two hung out. Most of the time, you would either end up nodding and feigning understanding, change the subject or just zone out completely.

Things were definitely different from the other commissions you two have taken on. You weren't on the receiving end of suspicious glares and calculated stares this time round.

There was no one vying for Zhongli's attention; it wasn't necessary when the female client was his friend and someone like Lady Wen.

Lady Wen was not only the definition of beauty; she was grace and wisdom too, with a soft, friendly personality like a cherry on top.

Every aspect of her seemed to compliment the former archon so well.

This was one of the few rare times you had seen Zhongli so immersed in conversations with someone on a commission. But of course, it was because they met before.

And perhaps, the only commission Zhongli had barely spoken a word to you, or you to him — you didn't see why you should interrupt them.

A bitter sense of helplessness and frustration curled like a tight knot in your chest as you hugged your knees closer to your chest, nails digging into your palms.

...but why does this bother you so much? Zhongli and you were just good friends after all.

As a good friend, shouldn't you be happy for Zhongli if he found someone he could spend his mortal life with?

You were afterall a mere child to him…or at least that was what you felt sitting with these two.

Enough.

You fought, begged the strange twinge inside your heart to stop.

The Wen Mansion was just five more hours away from here, and you will be done with this commission. Why should you care? It was so silly.

For whatever reasons Lady Wen's father wanted to meet Zhongli, it was not your business to care. It was Zhongli’s.

Staring at the fire, your jaw clenched as their laughter reached your ears once more.

Maybe you should go help Jun out?

For a young master, he was pretty adapted to the outdoors. He reminded you of a puppy — a nice, weird puppy that was a little overboard with his admiration for you.

He was a bit strange and a little too enthusiastic for you to handle but c’mon, you practically fought both humans and monsters for a living. What was so scary about this man anyway? Besides, you needed fresh air to clear your head.

You rose to your feet and stepped over the log you sat on. The voices of the two grew faint as you entered the vegetation around the camp, in the direction you knew Jun headed for.

Jun insisted he should be the one carrying back your share to their camp despite occupied arms, but you walked ahead before he could grab the ones in your grasp.

Following you into the camp like a shadow, you saw him walk away in a different direction, to the fire closer to where Lady Wen and Zhongli sat from the corner of your eyes as soon as you two broke into the edge of the camp.

You shrugged, returning to the one further away. The one you left behind to find Jun.

The bundle of sticks and branches gathered in your arms was placed by the fire as you kneeled down to the dirt ground. The warmth of the flame instantly engulfed you; you felt a sheen of chill on your skin vaporize in its heat as you drew near to feed it more wood.

Nights in Liyue, especially in areas dense with trees, were often dewy and cold and this night was one of them. You could feel the cold penetrating your usual traveling cloak and nipping at the skin your dress underneath failed to cover.

The fire crackled and jumped as you fed it the last stick from your finding. Just as you leaned away and settled on the log behind you, you felt a presence hovering beside you.

“It wasn’t wise to go off into the woods alone with him.” His voice answered your question before you could turn to find out who.

There was a tinge of disapproval on his face when you looked up to find Zhongli gazing down on you.

A small ball of anger curled inside you at that face. “I don’t see why not.”

Your eyes flitted behind him, wandering to where Lady Wen was, and found her glancing over while saying something to Jun.

Shuffling feet and the shift of the log beneath you moved your gaze to your side in time to watch Zhongli settling down beside you.

There was a frown on his face.

“Didn’t you see how he looked at you this afternoon?” His gaze seemed to cut into you from the way his piercing eyes dug into yours. “You made me worried sick just now when I looked over and you were not there.”

You looked away; his eyes on you always set your heart pounding. Staring into the fire, you threw out a careless laugh. “Jun isn’t so bad. He’s just a little excited about me, but he is actually pretty nice.”

“A little excited?”

You couldn’t see Zhongli’s face but you could hear the incredulity and exasperation in his voice.

“Anything could have happened among those trees. I’ve lived long enough to know what perverted minds would do and I can see right through him.”

Your breath hitched when you felt the tip of his leather glove graze your hand, but you snatched it away before he could hold it. “Please, could you stay away from him?”

Quite often when you two talked side by side like this, you would always find your hand in his, fiddled absentmindedly as his voice coated the air, but you weren’t up for it this time.

“I’ve fought long enough to be able to handle them.” You hated the way he lectured you like you were a child.

Maybe you were indeed one to him, and this possible fact in your head brought up the memories of Zhongli and Lady Wen’s laughter, the silent look of adoration on Lady Wen’s face, and how clueless you felt sitting around them.

You stood up. “Stop treating me like a child, I don’t need your concerns, Zhongli.” Your voice was icily calm. “Your priority should be Lady Wen, not me.”

You saw something flash across Zhongli’s face but you had too much inside to care and ran for the woods.

Morning came, and this meant it was time to hit the road once more.

You avoided him as much as you could until the carriage was loaded and ready to go. You could feel his eyes on you the entire time you helped to prepare the carriage. You spared no glance at him through it all, but you could sense it off him; his desire to speak to you.

And even more so when you settled yourself beside Jun at the front of the carriage instead of inside.

Jun appeared oblivious, happy you chose your place beside him, not noticing the tension between you two, while Lady Wen glanced between you two but said nothing before politely beckoning Zhongli into the carriage with her.

Zhongli seemed to have resigned himself to your silence and stopped glancing over. The troubled crease between his brows softened as he helped Lady Wen onto the vehicle with a steady hand around hers like the gentleman he is.

Once everyone was settled, Jun beside you turned his head back to the front.

At a flick of his wrists, the horses began to move. The wooden wheels beneath clattered out of their campsite and onto the main path.

You squinted against the filtered sunlight as you cast a glance up at the forest’s canopy, and back down to find a clearing ahead.

The dirt path grew bumpy near the mouth of the forest; you had to resist shooting your hand out to hold Jun who was indifferent to the jerks under them. The path along the forested area eventually led the carriage out into a vast field, instantly greeted by the warmth of the morning sky.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you fell back against the wooden wall behind you the moment the bumpy path ended, connected to a man-made road paved through a small village.

As you were about to straighten away from the wall behind, you caught laughter. Familiar laughs from last night coming from the confines of the carriage behind you.

Zhongli was sure laughing a lot — you couldn’t help noticing as your heart sank with sadness — even he doesn’t laugh this much around you.

Then you grew curious.

“Young Master Wen,” You tried to block out the muffled voices behind you as you turned to Jun, “I hope you wouldn’t mind me prying...but may I know what did your father want to meet Zhongli for?”

You hesitated. “I mean, you know Zhongli is a funeral parlor consultant right? Sorry if I’m being too insensitive, but does anyone require that kind of service in your home?”

Jun didn’t look offended at all, in fact, he burst out laughing at your question, his eyes amused as he flickered a glance over at you.

“I’m not supposed to reveal this yet, but…” His voice dropped even lower, so soft you almost had to lean over to capture his next line. “Mr. Zhongli is being invited over for marriage.”

Your eyes flew wide while your heart dropped. What? Marriage?

“You mean as a guest to witness a wedding?”A sudden fear hammered in your chest. Why were you so scared? It could just be a harmless wedding invitation?

Jun shook his head. “No, as my sister’s husband.”

You blinked in shock at him. Husband ??!

A burst of laughter barked from Jun once more at your reaction. “My sister had loved Mr. Zhongli ever since their encounter. Wen Rong’s birthday is coming up and my father wanted this marriage to be a surprise gift to her.”

Jun turned his eyes back onto the galloping horses before them. “She doesn’t know about this herself; she only thought it was for business, so could you help me keep this a secret?” He threw a grin over and winked.

“Hahaha, sure.” You forced a smile back at him.

Marriage, huh.

This came out of nowhere, but it somehow made sense to you. You’ve seen the chemistry between those two. When they chatted, it was like there was no one else in this world.

You were forgotten by Zhongli the moment this commission started.

Lady Wen Rong and Zhongli.

They were a match made in heaven or what Teyvat has as heaven. Celestia? Whatever.

Perhaps…

You watched as the carriage climbed a gentle hill towards a compound of prestigious-looking houses. Their roofs colored dull green could be seen from where you sat.

…this was where all it ends with Zhongli. He had found a better place, a better person to spend his mortal life with. And you should stop holding him back.

The Wen residence was exactly how you had imagined it to be when you saw it from the hill. The carriage itself was a reflection of all that would greet you.

The corridors stretched far and wide across the large courtyard, around manicured gardens, and connected to the many houses owned by the family.

Perched on the railing dividing the corridor and the trimmed grass beneath your dangling legs, your eyes were once again drawn to the closed doors a small distance away.

—to where Zhongli was enthusiastically escorted into by the Head of the Wen family himself, with Lady Wen treading on their heels.

It happened the moment they stepped through the main gate. Quick gratitude from Lord Wen was all you were given with a generous bag of Mora before he swept the former archon in with his daughter in tow.

Jun had offered you tea and food but you politely rejected them. Your appetite had vanished the moment you heard the news from him on the carriage.

Now, you were caught between wanting to leave and wanting to listen in about their marriage. But the latter quickly won, and you found yourself sneaking over with the stealth you learned from your travels.

Lightly pressing your head to the wooden door, muffled voices penetrated but you had to listen hard to understand them.

Golden eyes pondered over the steaming cup of tea on the table before him, as the memory of the sadness on your face flashed by in his head once again.

It was subtle and he only managed to catch a glimpse of you over his shoulders while he was being whisked away by Lord Wen — but he had watched and memorized you long enough to read you.

It never sat right with him whenever he saw sadness in your eyes. This time, it was unbearable because he was aware he was the cause of it.

But why? Was it wrong of him for wanting you to be safe?

He wanted to apologize, but he knew he shouldn’t until he understood what he was doing it for. It wasn’t because he was prideful; he simply believed an apology should be sincere and not for the sake of it.

Zhongli dropped his shoulders quietly with a soft sigh at the thought of you, eyes flickering over to the doors as he raised his gaze to Lord Wen who had finished giving his servant orders.

Beside her father, Lady Wen was quiet and gazing at her own cup, occasionally stealing glances at him.

“Thank you for coming all the way here, Mr. Zhongli.” The lord finally turned his attention to them, his fingers locking together on the table between them.

Zhongli simply nodded. “Thank you for your invitation, Lord Wen.”

His eyes strayed to the doors for a quick second, along with a silent question about your whereabouts. It felt weird not having you around, especially since this was your commission.

“Right,” He was quick to catch himself from drifting away and cleared his throat, “As much as it’s an honor to be invited here, may I know the purpose of this invitation?”

Zhongli found himself itching to stand and leave this room to search for you, but he could only eye the father-daughter pair with calculated patience.

Lord Wen let out a hearty chuckle, stroking his long beard. “Before we get to the point, what do you think of my daughter?”

At his question, Zhongli glanced over at Lady Wen for a quick second to find her sharing a similar puzzlement on her face.

“She is a wonderful friend.”

A cough ensued from the lord. “No no, what do you think of my daughter as a woman ?”

Lady Wen’s face went red at that question but her reaction went unnoticed.

“Ah, as a woman.” Zhongli’s hand paused in the midst of a sip. The cup was set down as he blinked in bemusement and thought carefully. “...Wen Rong is a woman of wisdom and many talents. Also, with beauty comparable to a glazed lily.”

He didn’t quite expect Lord Wen to burst out laughing as if he was told a joke. “Wen Rong? First-name basis already eh?”

Zhongli looked at him strangely. “I’m not particular about formalities between friends.”

“Nonsense!” Lord Wen waved his hand dismissively at his reply with a wide grin, “Alright, let’s cut the chase. What do you think about marrying our Ah Rong?”

“Father!” Lady Wen looked horrified and extremely embarrassed, glancing over at Zhongli with silent hope among her bashfulness.

But Zhongli did not notice, caught off guard by the sudden marriage proposal.

No wonder. Understanding dawned on his face. He should have realized where all that odd, rather awkward questions were leading to.

Zhongli found himself ready with a clear response to the proposal; he knew his answer right away. His mind went straight to you the moment this question was sprung on him; it has been clear to him for a long time.

Cup to his lips, Zhongli tilted his head back in one sip. He could feel their anticipation on him.

Golden eyes glinted decisively as the cup, now empty, was set down on the table in a quiet, yet firm manner.

“Thank you for your offer in marriage.”

He mirrored Lord Wen, gloved fingers locking together on the table.

“I’m very flattered to be presented with such a priceless offer, given that Wen Rong is a dream to, I’m sure, many men in this world.”

He watched Lord Wen’s face brighten. “But I—”

A muffled shuffle of footsteps outside the room snatched his gaze away from the father and daughter; their eyes followed his.

Zhongli caught a flicker of silhouette behind the paper screens of the windowed doors. Could it be…?

Alarmed, he quickly climbed to his feet and threw open the doors, much to Lord Wen’s protests. His head turned in the direction of where he saw the movement and—

And his heart sank.

…No.

Then Zhongli broke into a run.

“Thank you for your offer in marriage.”

Zhongli...He was going to accept it, huh.

“I’m very flattered to be presented with such a priceless offer, given that Wen Rong is a dream to, I’m sure, many men in this world.”

You rose from the crouch you were in. Tears were flooding your eyes and you were frustrated.

Frustrated at yourself for feeling sad instead of happy for your friend. Frustrated that you could not compete with Lady Wen for Zhongli. Frustrated that you accidentally gave yourself away with that loud shuffling of your feet. Frustrated at the tears for nearly blinding you as you hurried away.

Hurry to where?

You didn’t know. All you wanted was to get as far away as you can. Somewhere you could disappear to, so that you could just make sense of yourself and all these crazy emotions inside you.

But, you heard the doors you left slam open before you could get any further.

Shit.

Your heart hammered in your chest and your mouth went dry. You did not need to turn around to know who burst through those doors.

—and he was the very person you wanted to get as far away from.

So you ran.

Your legs were carrying you down the hallways the fastest they could to outrun the longer pair behind you. You didn’t want to be a drama queen, but you just couldn’t stop.

Where was the main gate again?

You did not know where the hell you were running to. You just ran blindly, turning into any corner the winding vendettas led you.

There was a chance you could end up in a dead-end but screw it, you will find a way out of this maze-like compound even if it meant climbing over the walls fencing around it.

You could hear him calling out your name in a voice you’d never thought you would hear from Zhongli.

There was desperation leaking through the cracks in his voice— why was he even desperate? Desperate to tell you he was sorry that he was going to leave you?

You skidded around a bend and—

well, SHIT.

— your hands palmed against the wall curled into fists. Just your luck to really meet a dead end. You glanced up, hoping that it was a fence wall, but only to find no opening.

You needed another escape route.

You spun around and gasped instantly to find that Zhongli had blocked off your only way out. Unlike the voice you heard him speak in, he did not look desperate at all.

The tension in his shoulders and the unreadable look in his golden eyes made him look…almost menacing as he approached. Step by step.

He did not look like the Zhongli, the funeral parlor consultant you hung out with — your breath shook with your heart as the sight before you intimidated you with a creeping fear.

—from the way his golden eyes blazed amber at you, he looked like the Rex Lapis he was instead. The Geo Archon of this land.

Spending so much time with Zhongli has made you forget that he was an archon, he was a god everyone in Liyue worshipped.

And this made you realize how much more inferior you were—

You didn’t have the beauty, comparable enough to a goddess like Lady Wen or the wisdom to keep up with him.

What were you? You’re just a traveller who only knows how to survive in the wilderness, all just to take back your missing brother from some unknown god.

What did you have to offer?

…foolish of you to think that you could stand beside him when you didn’t even belong in Teyvat. You were unworthy.

Tears were starting to well up in your eyes once again at these thoughts.

Shit.

You could not bear to meet his eyes, knowing the tears in them were obvious. Your eyes dropped away from his, looking for an opening, anything so you could just…just...

A resigned sigh left you, your shoulders falling slack as you felt energy leave you.

“—let me go.” your voice was thick with falling tears as you finally spoke. You brought your eyes back to his. “I’m leaving, and you’ve got a wedding to plan for.” You wiped your tears away.

Your gaze lingered on his in the brief silence.”...I’ll wait for your invitation.”

Then you moved forward, trying to sidestep him.

But before you could make it past him—

Your eyes widened. ...!!!

—he met your lips forcefully, slanting his lips over yours dominatingly.

You felt the air knocked out of you and your heart missed a beat as Zhongli backed you up onto the dead-end wall behind, with a hand caressing the back of your head and your mouths connected by the onslaught of his lips.

Over your head, his left arm propped against the wall behind you as his mighty figure bent over your smaller one, with a sound similar to a growl coming from the back of his throat.

Quickly losing foot against his demanding lips, you found yourself unable to resist as you melted at the feel of his lips pressed over yours. You were weak for him; you always were.

The aggressive force behind his lips grew faint the moment he felt you relax into him. His kiss was now tender, almost a delicate dance of twisting and turning over yours, and eventually inside after he coaxed you to open.

As if you were the dearest thing to him, treating you like you could break if he was any rougher like he did seconds ago.

Short, heavy breaths accompanied your locking lips as he hoped the affections behind his kiss were enough to tell you what you needed to know.

After a few lingering seconds, his lips on yours slowed as Zhongli made a move to end the kiss, reluctantly pulling his lips away. 

Disbelief crashed like a wave upon you the instant your lips lost the warmth of his. Things still seemed surreal to you.

Why did Zhongli…?

How could he…?

Hand raised, its warm, bare palm cupping against your cheek cut off the doubtful thoughts in your head before it could drown you.

Your eyes hesitantly turned to his as he tilted your face up to his — then your breath was caught in your throat at the softest look you’d ever seen in his eyes.

In the sea of gold and amber, there was worry in the midst of his affection that was beaming down at you just like the sun.

“Wen Rong is just a friend to me,” His voice was firm but gentle, “so I will not be accepting her father’s offer.”

A frown creased between your brows.

“But…” Doubt clouded your heart.

Despite sensing his love from the kiss, stubborn doubts still continued to whisper about yourself. It was no longer about Lady Wen and him.

“Are you sure?” … about me? You wanted to voice that, but your fear held your tongue.

There was a pause of silence before Zhongli chuckled. “Not that I mind, but are you trying to get me to kiss you again?

You flinched with bashful blinks, not expecting his reply.

Zhongli suddenly regarded you seriously, the amusement in his eyes gone.

“...Or perhaps I should just marry you.”

His hand released your chin and went to his own as he stepped back with a thoughtful face.

“What? Tha-That’s too sudden!”

You two haven’t even officially dated!

There was another pause of silence from Zhongli before he cleared his throat, hiding his laughter behind a cough at how red you got.

“But would you want to?” He was serious again.“I meant, get married to me.” Zhongli added as if he wasn’t clear enough.

Silence.

“...yes, of course, eventually.”

Zhongli smiled. “Good.”

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at that smile; he was truly happy about your answer.

Your eyes caught movement below and flickered down to watch his hand envelope yours. “Come,”

With that said, Zhongli gently tugged you to walk with him, his hand releasing yours as soon as you fell in step beside him.

You have always suspected Zhongli was a romantic, being a gentleman and all he was.

But knowing and being the receiving end of his affection was worlds apart, so you found yourself surprised again when he pressed a chaste kiss to your temples.

“...Let’s reject their offer properly together.”

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—published on 28.01.2022

all rights reserved ©justgenshin

Hi. Not sure if request are allowed (idk what I'm doing) but wondering if you could write something like aizawa finds out reader was sexually abused when they were younger...maybe comforts them and helps them through a panic attack? Holds them while they cry kinda stuff.. It would mean a lot to me (give me all the comfort...I need it 😫)

From Cindy: Hey anon. Requests are definitely allowed. I’m sorry it took me a while to get to this. I hope you are doing all right, and I hope you can get some comfort from this ♥

Dirty (Aizawa x Reader)

⚠️mentions of sexual abuse, Panic Attack, Hurt/Comfort ⚠️

Of all the decisions you’d made in your life, agreeing to go on a date with Shota Aizawa was turning out to be one of the better ones. Even after the awkward stiffness of the first few times going out disappeared, the man continued to be extremely gentle, patient, and kind. Many people looked for these exact traits in a partner, but they were even more important to you. With the experiences of your past like a constant shadow looming over you, even just convincing yourself to put yourself out there to try and meet new people was a difficult issue to overcome. So, finding a partner who could not only accept the fact that these traumatic things had happened to you but also help you move past them was even more unlikely.

Admittedly, you hadn’t shared the horrors from your younger years with your hero boyfriend yet, but you were starting to feel like you might be able to open up to him about it soon. The fear that he would lose interest in you and leave every time you shrugged off his affection had begun to ease away. He’d looked confused the first couple times you’d pushed him away, but not once had he looked annoyed or gotten angry. For a while, you had also worried that he would ask about your odd behavior, but that hadn’t happened yet either. Aizawa seemed to understand and respect your need for space and to move at a slower pace through the relationship.

“Today I will tell him.” You promise your reflection in the mirror one morning as you get ready for the day. Aizawa was scheduled to come over to have dinner with you after his patrol, and you thought it was as decent an opportunity as any to finally expose your dark secret.

You were feeling fairly confident about it until you turned on the TV right as the local newscaster launched into a story about a young child who’d apparently gone through a similar situation as yourself. As quickly as you can, you change the channel and try not to let the disturbing report trigger any of the memories that so often haunted you.

After convincing yourself that you’d be all right and that you just needed a distraction, you grab your keys and head to the supermarket to pick up the ingredients you’d need for dinner that evening. The harder you tried not to think about the child from the news though, the more it seemed to pop into your head. Soon, familiar images from your past began to consume your thoughts, making your stomach roll and skin itch uncomfortably.

“Dirty.” The word slips from your lips as you rush back home, avoiding the stares of people around you who you were convinced knew every single terrible detail of the memories currently rushing through your mind. You toss the groceries onto the ground once you make it back, more concerned with getting rid of the filthy feeling all over your body than putting the food away. You rush to the bathroom, eager to scrub every inch of yourself until the shame went away.

By the time Aizawa showed up, you felt more composed. You’d managed to put yourself back together after the shower and get all the groceries put away, hopefully leaving your boyfriend none the wiser about the rough day you’d had.

“Smells good in here,” He smiles as he comes in the door, slipping out of his shoes and tucking his feet into the pair of slippers you kept at the entrance for him. “Anything I can do to help?”

“N-no, I’ve got it.” You bite your bottom lip to try and keep your mind focused. The warmth and genuine kindness in his eyes made a wave of guilt wash over you, and your thoughts began to spiral. How long had you been with Aizawa now? How long had you been deceiving a good man? You shake your head, reminding yourself that you had every intention of telling him. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if he deserved someone better than you… someone less… tainted. Without realizing, your hands had begun to shake and your breathing become labored.

“Hey, is everything all right?” Aizawa’s hand appears in front of you to take your hands into his but you rip out of his grasp and back away, hot tears finally springing forward and blurring your vision. The shock stays on his face for just a moment before morphing into concern as he whispers your name softly.

“No!” You shake your head. “You can’t. We can’t. I’m just… I’m sorry. You should be with … someone else. Someone better.” You were too upset to form coherent sentences, and Aizawa was clearly confused.

“What are you talking about?” He asks softly, “What brought this on?”

You couldn’t believe his patience and self-control. Why wasn’t he getting angry? You could see it in his posture that he was holding himself back from rushing over to you. Even now, he was giving you space and remaining calm. This wasn’t the way you wanted him to find out, but you found that you couldn’t keep the truth in any longer. With a choked sob, the truth spills from your lips. You explain as quickly as you can how your body had been violated against your will, and how that made you feel too disgusting to be with anyone, especially someone as good as him. Aizawa looked stunned as he took in your confession. Then, his eyes were also filling with tears as you told him sadly that you understood if he wanted to leave.

“I’m not leaving,” he states without hesitation, “not unless you tell me to.” Seeing you standing across the room with your shoulders hunched and shaking as you continued to cry was breaking his heart. “The only disgusting thing is the person who did those things to you.” He wipes the wetness from his own cheeks before taking a hesitant step forward. “Please, can I hold you?”

The nagging self-doubt was still in the back of your head, but you still manage to force your feet to shuffle forward until you’re close enough for Aizawa to pull you firmly into his arms and safely against his chest. “I’m so sorry that happened to you,” He murmurs softly while letting his hand rub slow circles on your back to try and calm you down. “And I would never leave you over something that wasn’t your fault.” The comforting words bring about a fresh wave of tears and you wrap your arms around his waist, fingers fisting into his shirt to keep him close. You stay embraced for a few minutes as your breathing calms down and you start to relax, Aizawa telling you how strong and brave you are the whole time.

“T-the food,” you mutter as the timer on the stove goes off. Reluctantly you pull away and turn to grab some oven mitts, but your hands are still shaking.

“Let me,” Aizawa offers and you let him take the dish from the oven and set it on the counter. Before you can say another word, he pulls you back into his arms and you let out a teary laugh.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you all this sooner,” you nuzzle your face into his chest. “I just… I just couldn’t.”

“It’s okay,” Aizawa shakes his head. “You don’t have to be sorry about that. Please tell me I never did anything to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, you’re perfect.” You look up and smile at him so he knows how honest you’re being. “More than perfect.”

“I hope you know I feel the same way about you,” He says seriously.

“Even now?” You can’t help but ask.

“Even now.” He confirms with a nod of his head.

The confidence of his answer caused that small hope in your chest to bloom into true happiness. For so long, you’d hoped to find someone you were not only comfortable enough with to divulge the trauma of your past, but also someone you could trust enough to join in your journey of self-healing. Aizawa seemed to fit every category and then some with flying colors. Agreeing to go on that first date with him had definitely been one of the best decisions of your life.

OKAY so I imagine you and Xiao just laying in bed because Xiao FINALLY admitted to himself that yes, he likes being held by you. So you guys are just laying there facing eachother and talking quietly, when you suddenly lean forward and press a kiss to his forehead.. Xiao’s breath hitches, it seems that, no matter how many times you’ve done this, it still makes him feel oh so special. 

His cheeks turn a lovely shade of red- a sight you’ve seen, many, many times. But he seems even more flustered this time however, judging by the way he burries his face in your chest. You smile fondly at him, but your smile falters as he mumbles something in your chest, something that you couldn’t quite catch. You gently ask him what he said, and Xiao nearly whimpers. Now you’re REALLY confused bc what the fuck Xiao…

He slightly lifts his head, not enough for you to see his face, but just enough for you to actually understand what he’s saying. “I… I love you…” he mumbles out, that’s the very first time you’ve ever heard him say that, so PLEASE be nice to him and don’t say “I love you more” 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

After you said your ‘I love you’ back, Xiao lets out a sigh of relief and visibly relaxes.. you pull him closer to you and softly pet his head…. hnngngngn soft cuddles w Xiao…

Can you do selectively mute s/o with Lisa, Eula, and Yae Miko plz n thnxs :]

Her with a Selectively Mute S/O

Characters: Lisa, Eula, Yae Miko x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: Ah I forgot how fun it was to write for this prompt <3 ty for the request

Link to prt. 1 (not related, only if you want more)

• It became a game for Lisa to make you talk at first. She would ask you all different types of questions and even attempt to make you flustered with her charm. Eventually, it was less of a game and more of a weird relationship between you two. 

• Lisa was definitely insensitive, she knew better but it was a source of entertainment for her to make others flustered or upset. But seeing as you were never phased she would give up, having you around was nice, however. You never spoke yet you made her feel comfortable.

• Lisa would invite you to the library often to mess with you, she was surprised as you’d show up every time without fail despite her antics. Even when she thought you weren’t listening to her you would show up with no complications.

You walked into the library to silently have lunch with Lisa like always, it had become some sort of unspoken ritual between you two. When she saw you her eyes lit up in excitement, only to squint as she smiled at you endearingly. Her pearly white smile drove you crazy, but you’d never verbally admit it. “You’ve made it today cutie, I thought from yesterday you didn’t hear me,” she spoke.

You walked up to her desk, waiting for her to pack her stuff up so you two could make your way to Good Hunter together. “Say how about you order your food today. I want to hear your voice love, I imagine it’s silky smooth, something I’d expect from a cutie pie like you,” she stood up from her wooden chair, tucking it back into the desk. Her hand on your chest, sliding lower to your abdomen as a flirtatious gesture.

“I’d prefer not to,” you replied without a second thought. You only spoke when you felt necessary, so far with Lisa it hadn’t been until pressured to communicate with others. “I only want to speak to you,” you added for context. Lisa’s hand dropped from your chest, her eyes widened and her head lowered, expressing a deep frown of amazement.

“Say that again,” she enticed you, she regained her composure rather quickly. You shook your head, her drawing her ear closer to your mouth so you could whisper something, anything in it. “No- say it again. I want to hear your voice one more time, that was unsolicited so I wasn’t ready to memorize it. This time I can remember it well.”

You didn’t let out a peep, of course, she was being too greedy. “Listen, now that I know you can talk, you’d better be ready. I’ll get it out of you again one day,” at her old age she knew to be patient to get what she wanted. This was one of those moments.

• Eula was at first frustrated that you wouldn’t talk. That frustration turned into infatuation. and the infatuation developed into protectiveness. She was your guardian angel, especially if anyone tried to make fun of you. She would even get jealous if anyone tried to talk to you.

• Eula liked how you didn’t have any sharp words to offer her upon realizing she was a Lawrence. She remembered revealing it, expecting backlash, but you just blinked at her unphased at the revelation. She would find it easy to let her guard down around you in a comfortable silence.

• Eula became your voice. If you were eating out? She’d order for you, she already knew all of your preferences based on your reactions. If you were asked a question? She’d answer for you, she was convinced she knew best for you because you never talked back. 

Eula and you strayed through the alleyways of Mondstadt. It wasn’t until she met you that she truly felt like she belonged, even if you didn’t communicate how others did. It was okay, however, even though it felt as if she were talking to a stone wall 90% of the time, she wouldn’t have it any other way. “What do you want to eat today for lunch? I’m rather starved,” she asked you attentive to your needs.

You didn’t reply, just looking at your feet as they kicked around the cobblestone path. “Silent as always huh? How about Good Hunter? I could use some fisherman’s toast at the moment. Hm… but I’m not really craving it,” she was lost in thought. “You probably dislike how indecisive I am huh?” she asked you feeling incompetent.

“No, I don’t dislike it at all,” you replied in a monotone voice. She stopped in her tracks, you continued not noticing her falling behind you. Did you just speak? She thought. What an exotic experience, to listen to your voice. The more she thought about it the more her lust to hear it again grew inside of her.

“Please repeat what you had said for me,” she asked of you. She did a light jog to catch up to you, her heels clicking against the concrete. You continued to walk, ignoring her pleads. She tried stopping you, walking in front of you, linking to your arms, even pretending to trip to get your attention. “Please? For me?” she asked blinking abnormally fast like a child begging for a toy.

You looked at her nonchalantly, at this moment she realized her efforts were for naught. Of course, she never got what she wanted so easily. “Fine, I’ll do what it takes to listen to your voice again. I just have you know that the day I hear it is the day I’ll strike absolute vengeance upon you,” she folded her arms assertively with a pout. How mean.

• Yae Miko found it fascinating, she had never met such a silent human. She thought it was resourceful to keep you around, you’d follow her commands without hesitation and best of all there were no complaints. At first, she saw you as a tool, but eventually, she grew possessive over your loyalty.

• Miko at first found it awkward that she was the only one talking, thinking it was some facade. Eventually, she drew the conclusion that you were just mute. Whether it was diagnosed or by choice none of it mattered to her. She found it rather adorable, like a little doll. 

• It all started when Miko gave you a chore to sweep the main lobby as a joke. Unbeknownst that you actually completed it regardless of her insisting it was fine. She would experiment on you from thereon. Even growing an irrational paranoia that you would one day slip from her fingers without a single word.

Miko nuzzled against your shoulder, breathing in the fresh air that was littered with the scent of sakura petals. You had just completed sweeping the prayer rooms for Miko and dusting all the shelves. “Ah what would I do without you? You’re so obedient,” she looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“I must know, however-,” Miko started to think sentimentally. Recently she had been thinking that you might leave her, a thought she was plagued with. “Would you ever leave me? I mean it’s only natural. I one day gave you an order and you complied, it has been like this since I’ve known you. If someone else barked orders at you, would you follow them too?”

“No- never,” you replied bluntly without hesitation. Her ears twitched, her eyes widened, and her head cocked at an angle in shock. Not at your response, but at your voice. The fact that you even had a voice? She just assumed you lacked vocal cords at some point. But she realized now that she made a mistake drawing that conclusion without any evidence or confirmation from you.

“You can speak?” she asked. her voice wasn’t laced with any pitch like normal, just a flat question of confusion. She eventually regained her composure after realizing she wasn’t going to get a reaction from you. She cleared her throat. “You’re really not going to speak again after revealing that to me? What will it take? I can pay you handsomely,” she tried to bargain.

“I see,” she put her hand to her chin in analysis. “Anyways whether you decide to talk again or not, I am glad to know you’re loyal to me only,” she smiled at your response. Today she had not only been able to hear your voice but was able to clear any intrusive thoughts from her recent overthinking. 

taking a bubble bath with them

completely sfw headcanons of taking a bubble bath with some genshin characters after having a bad day :)

pairings: childe, scaramouche, xiao with gender neutral reader

cautions: mentions of scars in childe's part, but other than that just comfort fluff :) can be seen as normal or modern au, but it is mentioned that xiao is an adeptus

childe ×

childe doesn't mind bubble baths, it's just that he's busy all the time and not at home because of his job. however, if he hears that you're having a bad day and in need of a self-care bubble bath, he's there at your service right away!

... but it's chaotic, that's for sure

there's no promise that you won't get soap in your eyes, and the water may or may not splash out of the bath tub, but childe's laughter and cheeriness makes up for everything

he tries anything he can to bring a smile to your face: giving himself a beard with soapy bubbles (and pouting when you say he can't grown one of his own), jokingly shaking the water droplets out of his hair everywhere to make you yelp in surprise, and taking some bubbles and putting it on the tip of your nose to call you rudolph. (yk, the red nose reindeer)

he will keep talking if you want something to fill in the silence. his whole goal is to distract you from any negativity and cheer you up in the meantime anyway (he also attempts to make animals shapes out of bubbles to impress you, but ends up failing every time)

if you let him, childe would love to hold your elbows in the palms of his hands to see if you have any scars on your arms. if you don't have any, he ends up just putting bubbles all over your arms and drawing random things out of them. if you do have scars on your arms, however, he kisses them all even if there are bubbles on them and just gives you a sweet goofy smile afterwards :'(

throws bubbles onto the bathroom wall to be a nuisance and to make you lightly scold him; seeing you sad makes him sad too, so just hearing you raise your voice a little bit in a not serious scold makes him happy! (even if that sounds weird in a way)

childe definitely steps out of the bathtub first to hold out your towel and give you big warm hug when you step into his embrace

he also demands offers to dry your hair and/or just yourself in general, and rushes to prepare all your clothes for you if it wasn't prepared already

but he also says that you guys don't have to dry yourselves off and just get a cold the next day... then he'll get to skip work and stay at home with you all day, right?

his joke earns him a playful flick to the forehead (well, if you can reach it)

all in all, the best person to take a bubble bath with after having a stressful day cause you really can't help the smile that makes its way to your face :)

scaramouche ×

are... are you sure you want to take a bubble bath with him??

scara doesn't take baths often (usually showers), but if he does take a bath it's probably a result of a stressful day with a need of a relaxful evening.

however... if he hears that you had a bad day? he goes straight home after work to get hot water running in the bath tub. (he tries to tell you to take a bath with him but in the end it just sounds like he's ordering you to hop in and wash up, you still get the message though TT)

he'll glare if he sees water go over the edge of the tub and onto the floor, but he doesn't do anything about it. he just sits in your presence and secretly hopes that will cheer you up (spoiler: it kinda does, soft scaramouche is really sweet)

he doesn't talk much, but the things he says are all related to asking if you're okay with things. for example, things like "is the water warm enough?" or "do you want to sit here instead?" or even "...do you want me to massage your shoulders?"

if you tease him for suddenly being nice, he just closes his mouth and glares at the wall for the rest of the bath time duration (but really, he wants to help you but doesn't really know how)

scaramouche just sits there and lets you do what you please, like decorating him in bubbles or attempting to shape his wet hair. it definitely cheers you up to see him not angry and just calm for once, his eyes closed from relaxing into your touch.

if he's really, really touched starved, he'll just reach over without a word and pull you into a back hug and hide his face in your hair (even if it's wet)

like childe, he steps out of the bath tub before you do. unlike childe, he grabs the towel without hesitation and (a bit roughly) picks you up and wraps you in it. he just claims that it wouldn't be good if you have gotten a cold, so you "better dry up or else"

xiao ×

in all honesty, he doesn't know how to cheer you up. xiao might be an adeptus that has lived around mortals for a long time, but you're the only mortal that makes confusing feelings thrive throughout his body fast and make his heart pound even faster.

he can be clueless, but he's definitely at least smart. he figures something relaxing should be able to bring your mood up, right? (he does doubt himself though)

the moment you return to your shared residence with xiao, you can hear the water running and him calling your name from the bathroom (how ironic since you're the one usually calling his name..)

he doesn't actually sit in the bath with you; instead, he sits outside the tub with your back facing to him from inside it. he also doesn't talk much with the belief that you'll need your own time and silence to heal.

xiao offers to wash your hair and when he does, he takes his time and tends to you with gentle hands. the feeling of his fingers carding through your hair and lightly massaging your scalp unsurprisingly soothes all your nerves, and it's difficult not to just melt into his touch. if the water gets too cold, he quickly drains it and replaces it with warmer water/any water at the temperature you want (but obviously he doesn't do it too much and wastes water)

not only that, he puts his hand against your forehead so none of the soap gets in your eyes while he soaks your hair with water to get out all the bubbles. xiao also silently offers to massage your shoulders by doing it once and looking over your shoulder to check your reaction, and his calloused hands still feel so relaxing rolling out all the tension off your back and neck

kisses the back of your head before getting up to get you a big towel to dry you off :( <3

he one-hundred percent asks if you're feeling better afterwards, even if there is hesitance evident in his voice. xiao hasn't been intimate with anyone else, especially mortals, so he wants to know if he can be a partner of yours that you're comfortable and happy with. he might need that a lot of reassurance from you that he is, but all in all also someone who will drop everything to go over to you and cheer you up :)

tags: @noirkkat, @tiny-aroace, @yunaholics, @abyssheart, @starglitterz, @blisschi, @heavensbeloved, @mystic-helena, @xmellows, @rim0na, @glazelilyy, @yanbub, @urujiako, @zaultar, @seerie, @blossomiich, @mikachuchu, @bluexiao, @akinokisetsu, @childe-support, @ariesreii, @storytravelled, @aelatus, @give-xiao-almond-tofu, @afchicken, @almondoufu, @chichikoi

“Are you warm enough?”

his voice echoes in the silent street, the midnight glow of the moonlight illuminating his face.

As he spoke a visible cloud of warm breath escaped as he once more pulled on your coat making sure you were securely wrapped around.

The teeth biting frost beginning to make his cheeks grow rosey, his steel eyes drawn upon your body making sure no part was left vulnerable to the cold.

He froze at your silence, looking up for a mere second only for his eyes to meet yours.

“What?” He asked.

Your chest grew heavy as you let out a sigh, warm clouds escaping from your mouth, “nothing, nothing.”

“Are you cold?” He repeated, his eyes glossy blinking back at the wintry chill of the night.

You shook your head, digging your hands into your pockets, desperately trying to grasp on to the warmth before it disappeared.

You began slowly step by step, toes curling at the bleak temperature. The footsteps of his matching yours perfectly, never relenting. The vibration echoing in the empty street, the moonlight guiding your steps.

Neither of you said anything, silence carrying you through although your mind buried with one question. Urging you to suddenly speak out yet your body refused to even speak of it.

You looked up at the dark sky, free of clouds and if you squinted perhaps a star or two accompanied the pale moon, guiding you home.

You were okay right now.

Maybe not later.

But with him next to you feeling okay was the only thing you could feel.

tokyo revengers : scenarios.

you crash on the couch [takeomi. ran. shinichiro. rindou]

taking care of him when he’s sick [mikey. draken. mitsuya. baji]

sleeping with him for the first time [takeomi. ran. shinichiro. rindou]

they have a polaroid of you [chifuyu. mitsuya. draken. baji]

they have a polaroid of you — part two [mikey. shinichiro. emma. hina]

deciding to make breakfast for you [takeomi. ran. shinichiro. baji]

he has an intimidating wife [sanzu. takeomi. ran. rindou]

he has an intimidating wife — part two [mitsuya. draken. mikey. izana]

comforting you after family fight [mikey. chifuyu. izana. ran]

he has a child who’s just like him [sanzu. ran. takeomi. rindou]

leaving with your shared child [sanzu. ran. rindou. takeomi]

his daughter has a crush [sanzu. mikey. rindou. kazutora]

he comforts you after relapsing [rindou. shinichiro. baji. ran]

he has a shy significant other [ran. izana. rindou. shinichiro]

getting rid of a spider for you [mikey. draken. mitsuya. chifuyu]

introducing his newborn to his friends [kazutora. baji. izana. ran]

introducing his newborn to his friends — two [shinichiro. chifuyu. rindou]

introducing his newborn to his friends — three [mitsuya. mikey. draken]

he sees you moving on [draken. mikey. ran. sanzu]

teasing him for having an attractive girlfriend [baji. angry. mikey. ran]

he records his toddler cursing [draken. sanzu. ran. takeomi]

he cheats on you [mikey. draken. baji]

he cheats on you — part two [smiley. chifuyu. mitsuya. hanma. ran. rindou]

moving on after he cheats [ran. draken. smiley]

wanting a baby with him [takeomi. ran. rindou]

he has a bimbo significant other [baji. ran. rindou. takeomi]

he has a bimbo significant other — part two [chifuyu. kazutora. sanzu]

you have an admirer [draken. mikey. chifuyu. mitsuya]

making him do chores [sanzu. rindou. mikey. shinichiro]

“ this kinda feels like a date “ [draken. mitsuya. chifuyu. mikey]

his child saying they like you better [kazutora. ran. baji. rindou]

s/o who kisses everyone on the cheek [mikey. angry. izana. ran]

you offer your services [ran. rindou. mitsuya. sanzu]

he blows up on you and the kids [ran. sanzu. kazutora]

playing the pocky game ran. smiley. baji. sanzu]

your child sees you get hit on and snitches [sanzu. ran. rindou]

feeling his child kick for the first time [rindou. ran. takeomi. shinichiro]

reacting to you getting hurt [ran. rindou. kakucho. sanzu]

helping him dye his hair [ran. rindou. sanzu]

asking you to move in with him [draken. ran. shinichiro]

moving in with each other [draken. ran. shinichiro]

his child asks how are babies are made [mitsuya. baji. ran. angry]

his daughter has a crush on his coworker [rindou. ran. sanzu]

falling asleep on your way home [mitsuya. draken. baji]

going to him for comfort [rindou. ran. mikey]

pranking him with fake hickeys [mikey. kazutora. baji. mitsuya]

losing his child at the store / hideout [ran. rindou. baji. sanzu]

you both run into your ex-boyfriend [ran. baji. takeomi]

dressing up your baby in cute costumes [sanzu. ran. rindou. kakucho]

dressing up your baby in cute costumes — part two [kazutora. mitsuya. mikey. baji]

passing out candy to trick or treaters [ran. rindou. sanzu. kakucho]

falling out of love with you [ran. draken. mitsuya. sanzu]

aftercare with him [takeomi. sanzu. rindou. ran]

aftercare with him — part two [kazutora. chifuyu. mikey]

falling asleep on your chest [mikey. angry. smiley. kazutora]

reacting to his new haircut [chifuyu. draken. rindou. ran]

when he first meets you [sanzu. ran]

he has an intimidating partner not! [rindou. sanzu. ran]

asking for a creampie [rindou. ran. draken. mitsuya]

running into his childhood crush [ran. chifuyu. baji. sanzu]

crushing on his employee [ran. kakucho. takeomi]

crushing on his employee — part two [chifuyu. mitsuya. kazutora]

he gave you his sweater, not his feelings [draken. chifuyu. kazutora]

an employee gives you their number [mitsuya. draken. baji]

your children interrupting you [ran. mitsuya. angry]

toman guys as classmates

Mikey: begs you to say “present” for him during attendance while he knocks out and u do bc he trades it for his taiyaki 🐡

Draken: once witnessed a guy walk in front of u w out holding the door open and used him as a door stop next time he sees him n lets u in first like “after u” 🚪

Mitsuya: gave u his jacket to wrap around ur waist when u stained your pants from ur period 🩸

Chifuyu: you switched earrings w him one day and walked around w his hoop while he wore your diamond stud 💎

Baji: brought a kitten to school and let u pet it in exchange for helping him spell a few words for homework 🐱

Kazutora: gives you the other half of his ear buds and puts u on good music kinda emo and distressing but ur vibing so 😗

Akkun: braids your hair while u ignore the lecture 👧

Takemichi: literally you both sit in class lost as hell wondering if you’re even in the right class 🥴

Smiley: always eating in class and offering you the bigger half of his snacks 🥺

Angry: always has hand sanitizer or a bandaid for you when you get hurt or something 🥲

Sanzu: the type to throw a desk around for a very minor inconvenience but also very kind to u….So…😵‍💫

Ran: gives you one of his hair ties when you need to tie your hair up for gym 🤸‍♀️

Rindou: let’s you draw on his forearms during art and color in his tattoos 🖍

Hanma: lets u take a hit off his vape during lunch 💨