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Hello! I hope you'll have a good time running this blog ^^ I'm starved for platonic content of Zhongli and Venti. Would a drabble about them comforting the reader together, each in their own way be possible?

Comfort

GN!reader feat. zhongli and venti

genre: fluff (??)

warnings: none

a/n: thank you, i really look forward to working on this blog. this ended up being a bit gloomier than i had intended so i apologize i abt that :p! [unedited]

“here,” zhongli spoke softly, draping his coat over your figure, “we should be arriving soon.” the archon had found you at the entrance of the parlor with frustration evident on your face. with simply a few words exchanged, he had excused himself and offered to take you someplace else. you looked up at the starry sky, pulling the coat closer against you.

“one would think from all these years i have spent roaming this world, i would be better at these things by now,” he chuckles, finally coming to a stop. he had brought you to a cliff overseeing the city of liyue and the vast ocean in front of it. you feel your heart warming at the breathtaking sight as zhongli speaks again, “even with all the power one could fathom, i do not know if i could put your heart at ease. for now, i offer you this place of sanctuary, my words, and reminder of my unconditional faith in you.”

you finally look up and feel the warmth from the glowing, amber eyes looking back at you. a familiar gust of wind blows past you and you feel a hand on your shoulder. you look back to find the bard with his lyre and whimsical smile, the same smile that brought you comfort with such ease.

“how did you-” you start, only to be cut off by the bard’s giggles, “call it an archon’s intuition.” his smile soon dissipates, an earnest look of concern taking over. all three of you become silent as your bitter feelings rise again. the frustration of nothing seeming to go right and feeling undeserving of this sort of support, has a lump forming in your throat. your eyes seem to prickle with tears and your throat aches as you struggle to word your concerns. venti grabs you by the hand, leading you to a tree nearby as zhongli follows, “i understand, come take a seat.”

the bard starts playing a familiar tune on his lyre and your tears finally begin to fall. zhongli wipes them away and places his hand over yours, looking over at liyue, “barbatos and i may have our differences, but we have watched many mortals come and go. humans face many difficulties, no matter how trivial the subject may be. however, many people force these pretty ideals of constant strength and delude themselves into believing they’ve overcome something without even acknowledging it. i understand that our gestures alone will not solve your problems, but i hope that we are able to give you a safe space and some time to better understand your feelings.”

“even on your worst days, you are more capable than you give yourself credit for so i don’t doubt that you will have an issue overcoming these adversities. but for now, please just allow yourself to be vulnerable,” venti whispers, his fingers moving gracefully along the strings. they both lean closer against you and you don’t object, feeling safe and loved as you all sit in comfortable silence underneath the stars.

❝ ## — 4UR4 0F TH3 ST4RS !! ❞

-> in which you attend a royal ball hosted by the ragnvindr family, and you dance with seven very odd men

-> full fic

-> female! reader, royal au

i’m going to blame the howl’s moving castle theme for the ungodly inspiration it gave me..anyways you can listen to it while you read for that visualization :D and female reader !! (no it’s not just because i wanted childe to say ‘hey girlie’ what are u talking about..) also does this even count as a royal au idk

— “diluc, of mondstadt,” he had said, bringing your hand up to his face to brush a kiss to your knuckles. “may i have a dance with you?”

“i know who you are, prince diluc,” you answered. while some may have found it arrogant that he even bothered to introduce himself at his ball, you found it endearing. it proved he wasn’t the stuck up heir that you read about in the news, it showed that being born into royalty hadn’t corrupted his basic manners.

diluc had given you the gift of a small smile, gently guiding you in towards the center of the ballroom as the orchestra began another piece, his hair swaying in time with his footsteps. you felt the harsh pricks of the whole room staring at you, wondering why you of all people had been asked to a dance by the future king. it felt like barely any time had passed since king crepus died, yet plans were already being made for prince diluc’s coronation.

his gloved hands placed themselves on your shoulder and waist, the dark burgundy and red of his suit contrasting the ivory tile beneath him. it was clear he’d been trained and coached on how to formally dance his whole life. though his eyes were warm, his stance was stiff. it was sure and firm, but lacked the carefree buoyancy the rest of the guests had.

the piano’s keys echoed, and you could feel the music hanging loosely in the air all around you. diluc started a slow waltz, simply stepping the designated steps and lightly spinning you every so often. each time you saw a photograph of him, it became obvious as to why he was being offered so many women from other nations. he was striking in every way, from his dark attire to his fiery hair.

“prince diluc, are you alright?” you asked. it wasn’t a secret that diluc wasn’t the most sociable of the royal family, but he seemed lost, in a way. he navigated the dance floor with ease, knowing where and when to turn, but he looked unfocused and dazed.

“i’m alright, thank you,” he replied, short and to the point.

king crepus’ passing must have made quite the impact on the prince. ‘well, it’s not like he had any time to grieve,’ you thought. ‘he wasn’t prepared to take on all of this. he just woke up one day and found out he’d be king in less than a year.’

“your highne—“

“you may refer to me as just diluc, if that’s okay. there’s no need to be so formal,”

‘no need to be so formal.’ it was starting to seem like diluc wanted to be anything but formal, from his simple suit jacket to his mannerisms similar to those of a commoner. from his slow waltz to the way he purposely stepped too far back to accommodate your incredibly large dress.

‘who ever thought diluc ragnvindr wouldn’t want to be so formal? being the sole heir to a monarchy must’ve humbled him instead of doing the opposite,’ you wondered, so lost in thought that you didn’t even notice diluc picking up your hands and placing them back at your sides.

“i’m afraid our break must come to an end. i should be choosing a wife right now, as much as i’d rather stay and dance with you. you’re thoughtful. it can be hard to find that these days,”

stunned, you looked up at his gloves as he pulled them down to meet his wrists, your eyes flicking over almost all the guests watching you. “oh. i suppose even princes don’t have all the time in the world, do they?”

the ends of his lips curved, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. “no, i suppose they don’t,”

“my, my. don’t tell me you’re leaving this poor girl out to dry in the middle of a ball, diluc. surely you were taught better,”

prince diluc didn’t even tilt his head to check to see who had spoken. you stayed standing where you where, feeling like you were in the middle of something while watching the stranger as he approached you two.

“i am not leaving her, kaeya. you’d better confirm your facts before waltzing in other people’s space,” the redhead snapped.

kaeya laughed. “weren’t you supposed to be finding a wife? or have you just been stalling because you know grand master jean isn’t among the selected candidates?”

diluc didn’t flinch or flush at kaeya’s words. instead, he turned and dropped down his head, sliding whispers into the other man’s ear before stepping towards you. “i did enjoy our dance, y/n. i do hope i’ll see you again,” he murmured, promptly walking off the dance floor, leaving you with the blue haired stranger and questions as to how he knew your name when you couldn’t remember ever telling him.

— “that was awfully rude of you,” you told him, seeing a flash of an eyepatch under his bangs as he let out a laugh again, taking one of your hands and placing it on his shoulder as the music picked up, the once somber waltz turning into a charming one.

“my brother has always been so uptight. princes do have all the time in the world. in fact, i think we all do, don’t you?”

“you haven’t even told me your name yet,” you pointed out.

“kaeya alberich, cavalry captain of the knights of favonius. already interested in me, aren’t you? well, do i get a name?” confidence and charm seemed to radiate off of him, the way his dress shirt was mostly unbuttoned and the patterns on his coat only adding to it. you quickly scanned the room, noticing just as many other women staring at you as before. you knew this kaeya was apart of the knights of favonius, but was he really that important?

“y/n l/n. i have to ask, what’s a knight doing inside the ball? shouldn’t you be patrolling outside?”

“the knights are patrolling outside. the royal family is inside, entertaining the guests,”

“do you always speak in puzzles?” you asked, irritated that you weren’t given a proper answer.

kaeya smriked with stars in his eyes, obviously enjoying the mysterious façade he had put up. “i understand it’s not common knowledge, but i am in fact part of the royal family, miss y/n. i can see how being a step brother might not count as being royalty, though. fine lines, and all that,”

the pieces of the puzzle kaeya had made clicked into place. you had seen photos of the royal family with kaeya in it, but normally he had been standing off to the side or just looking so out of place that you never considered he was a part of it. king crepus and diluc had fair skin and brightly colored hair, their eyes drooping lazily but their posture tall and regal. kaeya was tanned and his hair was the same shade as the dusky sky in the background of most of the pictures. he didn’t stand like he was born to be in the photographs, he stood like he deserved to be in them.

now that you think about it, he was in almost all of the photos you’d seen of the ragnvindr’s. “how did you come into the family, anyways?” you knew you were being nosy, but kaeya didn’t seem like the type to reprimand you for that. he was whimsical in every way—he was probably just as nosy himself.

the cavalry captain kept up his quick pace of dancing, lifting you up in a twirl and gently setting you back down. “that’s a topic for another day. i don’t think we’ll be able to cover the entire history of a lost kingdom in the next couple seconds. it’s about time to switch partners,”

he really did know how to intrigue someone, how to get them roped in to where they were tied to the mysteries he held. what happened to his right eye? where was the lost kingdom was he referring to? how did he manage to steal the attention of almost everyone in the room?

"may i dance with you again?” you rushed, desperate for answers, both of you stepping away in tune with the music.

“of course,” he confirmed. “i would never push you away like diluc did, y/n. and i’m not one to break my word,”

with that, kaeya was gone—probably twirling other girls in the air—and your hands were being taken by a blonde with intricate braids in his hair, his gloves rougher and more worn down than kaeya and diluc’s were. they were casual gloves; ones made for working in.

— “hello,” he said simply.

“oh—hello,”

“sorry, i’m afraid i haven’t been to a ball in ages; it seems i’ve forgotten how strange it is when we switch partners. i am albedo, i work with the knights of favonius,”

“y/n,” you told him, not bothering with a last name since he didn’t. “does everyone here work in the knights of favonius?” you joked.

albedo had smiled a little, obviously not one for jokes but appreciating it all the same. “i don’t actually work on the front lines. i’m just the chief alchemist. i prefer to study life rather than take it from people.” he swiftly sidestepped to avoid stepping on you, not even realizing he’d done it. he seemed very spacey, like his head was beyond the clouds.

but he was graceful. the chains adorned on his coat looked like they were floating, stray pieces of hair passed over his eyes, his boots glided over the tile. it was hard to believe he was even human.

“i think that’s a lovely way of looking at it,” you said.

“life is lovely, isn’t it? it’s unbelievable, really, some of the things that exist,”

“is that why you practice alchemy?”

“no, not necessarily. i practice alchemy so i can study how life is made—similar to drawing or painting or creating something. i wish to know how everything in this world was created. being so high up in teyvat’s ranks help too, of course,”

‘he has a beautiful way of looking at things.’

“what about you?” he asked.

“me? your life is much more interesting than mine, albedo. working in the wine business isn’t very original in mondstadt,”

“it’s not exactly an easy business to get into, though. besides...you have the aura of the stars. i would love to hear more about you,”

the aura of the stars? was albedo talking about the stars that seemed to shine in kaeya’s eyes, or the stars that burned bright just above the palace?

it seemed you wouldn’t get to find out though, not with the orchestra slowing their music and you and albedo having to tear away to keep up with the other guests.

“thank you for dancing with me, y/n,” he said. always so polite, wasn’t he? “if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, i think i would like to draw you someday,”

“i’d like that. thank you albedo,”

too busy watching him whisk away, you didn’t realize the man behind you, startling yourself when you ran into him.

— “my apologies for not moving out of the way, i’m afraid i was distracted.” if albedo said that you have the aura of the stars, this man must have had the aura of royalty. he stood regally, his hair long and pulled back neatly; his tie knotted perfectly.

“no, that was my fault. don’t apologize, please. i’m y/n,” you introduced.

“i tend to go by zhongli. it’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n,” he nodded in acknowledgement.

“tend to?” you wondered aloud. a pattern was starting to arise at this ball—one that hinted that almost every guest had a secret to hide.

zhongli was an excellent dancer. he stood tall and firm, as if he’d been invited to every royal ball in teyvat. maybe he’d even held his own. “as of right now, yes. exposing my other names might cause some...conflict,”

“there isn’t much conflict in mondstadt. we’ve learned to flow in whichever direction the wind chooses to,”

the man simply smiled, one that said he’d seen and heard that statement many times. “i don’t get the chance to visit mondstadt very often. a shame, really, since it’s so close to liyue. i must learn to make time to travel here. it’s quite peaceful,”

‘he must have lived in liyue all his life, to be so decided and sure of everything. here, we change our minds whenever we please; they keep the contacts they make for generations,’

zhongli did bring the reminiscence of liyue itself. he moved with such certainty, his eyes brightly lined with the same color as the festival lights you saw when you participated in the lantern rite years ago.

“what work do you do in liyue?” you asked.

he thought for a moment, deciding what exactly he ought to say. “i’m not as involved in the economics as i used to be. i worked very closely with the royal family, but was disposed of when i wasn’t of use anymore. now i simply make and sign off contracts. still an incredibly important job in the nation,”

“disposed of? that’s very cruel. i’m so sorry,”

“nothing to be sorry for. i still respect queen ningguang, very much. she had her goals set, and she sacrificed many valuable assets in order to reach them. it’s embarrassing to say i would’ve done the same,”

“at least you can admit that. i know some that wouldn’t.” the thought of a certain blue haired, faux prince crossed your mind.

zhongli nodded, considering your opinion while letting a silence fall between you two. you hated how quick partner changes were, even if the orchestra migrated to a slower tempo. you were still very curious. it was clear you’d leave the palace tonight with many more questions than when you’d come in.

“would you mind showing me around mondstadt, if you ever have the time?” zhongli proposed. “i’ve already seen many sights around here but...times do change, don’t they? people can look at the same sea and find different sights to admire,”

“may you walk me around liyue, too? i’ve only visited a handful of times for the festivals. i have a feeling you’ve seen just about all of it,”

his coat flipped up as he stepped to another young woman, his eyes still focused on you. “i don’t see why not, y/n,”

you followed suite and skipped into position with a bright eyed redhead, dressed in an odd combination of heavy layers and chains. his hair was ruffled, as if the wind had purposely played with it to look like that.

— “hey girlie, hold still—let me do all the work,” he grinned, gripping your waist and lifting you to the other side of him. did the orchestra plan their musical number this way? to take all the energy lost from the somber sections of their song and put it all into this one? the ginger was certainly taking advantage of that, his earring swaying with him as he spun, obviously here for a good time.

“oh—hi?” you gasped, almost tripping over the hem of your dress.

he smiled, a genuine one that told you he probably wasn’t formally invited to this ball. it was hard to stay stunned when he seemed to float in the air. “did i startle you? my bad. i got a little too caught up in that, didn’t i? my name’s childe,”

“child?”

“c-h-i-l-d-e. it’s just an alias, don’t worry about it,”

it sounded like he was giving out information he shouldn’t be. was it just to entice you, like how kaeya purposely drew you in with mysteries? or was it simply because he talked too much?

“i’m not sure you’re meant to be telling me that, childe,” you told him.

his hands dropped from your waist. his gloves were different than the other ones you’d seen that night. they were an odd design; nothing you’d seen before in mondstadt, or even liyue. perhaps inazuma? you’d never visited the icy region, but you’d heard of the strange customs from there. “it’s not like you can do anything; if you don’t know my real name then what good is knowing i use an alias?” childe said.

you supposed he was right. it was hard to keep your mind on that topic when he kept up with the quick pace of the music so well. he was quite swift.

“where did you learn to dance like this?”

“i don’t get to dance much where i’m from. my work isn’t exactly as free spirited as this, either,”

you found yourself missing albedo. he had given you straight answers to your questions. but he was all the way across the dance floor now, playfully spinning a small girl in red. a family member, maybe?

childe stopped again, crossing his arms as he studied you, the rest of the guests continuing to dance away. it’d been barely thirty seconds and you were already tired of his games.

“you intrigue me, y/n,” he admitted. had you told him your name yet? “not many women dance with royalty and pass it off as not a big deal,”

“prince diluc’s a person, too. i’m sure he doesn’t like to only be seen as the future king of mondstadt,”

“oh, diluc? i wasn’t even talking about him, but i like your viewpoint.” he set his hands on your waist again, continuing to dance to get out of the way of others.

not diluc? was he mentioning kaeya? zhongli? surely not albedo—he was the chief alchemist, he told you himself. childe definitely knew much more than he was letting on.

“humor me, childe,” you began. “what work do you do? is it in inazuma?”

“my work takes me all across teyvat, actually. it’s something i quite enjoy, travel. of course, working with the fatui wasn’t my top choice—i wanted to work in toy crafting, believe it or not,” he laughed, throwing his head back, the light from the chandelier turning his grey suit golden.

“fatui?” you panted. you were dancing with someone of the fatui! childe wasn’t from inazuma—he was from snezhnaya. and you weren’t supposed to be entertaining two-faced fatui from snezhnaya. “why are you telling me all this? shouldn’t i go and report you?”

he pondered for a moment, humoring you. “you could. i was invited here through someone quite powerful, though, so they’d probably just kick you out. it’s not a secret i’m with the fatui. i don’t plan on just killing everyone in here, either. why can’t a man waltz in peace?” he sidestepped and spun, enchantingly charming. it’d be so easy to fall for him if he hadn’t told you what he did.

they all were. every dance you’d had that night had been nothing short of magical.

“as for why i’m telling you, y/n,” he continued. “i’ve already told you that. you intrigue me. i do hope you’ll continue to. i trust i’ve intrigued you, as well,”

‘he has.’

“you have,” you agreed. “a fatui who’s just here to waltz...i have a hard time believing that,”

childe gave you another grin, twirling you to the right and into someone else’s grasp. it was certainly hard to hold a grudge against someone that danced like that, even if it gave you an awkward encounter with your next partner.

— “if he comes knocking at your door, don’t be afraid to call me. damn fatui...always in other people’s business, aren’t they?”

“it seems so.” you quickly adjusted your stance, realizing the music had slowed back down. looking at the man standing across from you, you noticed he was much different than the other men you had danced with that night.

his suit was loosely fitting, the purple and green accents bright against the white of his jacket. he watched you through heavy eyes, his expression unreadable.

"i’m y/n l/n,” you introduced, trying to start conversation.

“xiao,” he returned simply.

“xiao? what an interesting name. are you from here?”

“no. i come from liyue. i’m simply here to aid an accomplice.” you trailed his eyes to the left. was he motioning towards zhongli? he was certainly to the point.

it was clear he wasn’t here to dance like childe was. all of his footsteps felt unsure, like they were heavily thought out before hand. it was endearing, seeing him put so much effort into such a little act.

“i guess almost everybody is here for work-related purposes. it’s so sad, seeing everyone have an underlying motive. it’s a ball, for archons sake,” you admitted.

xiao sighed, the dark hair hanging near his face flying up with his breath. “it’s nice to find somebody who thinks that way, too. i’ve been called a...work driven person, but even i don’t deceive others for a little more mora or power. another reason why i dislike the fatui. i’m sure the ginger had a deeper reason for being here other than throwing you up in the air,”

to the point. to the point and harsh. it was obvious he wasn’t very social. you sensed there was quite a bit of backstory to his viewpoints.

you weren’t used to the orchestra playing this slowly. kaeya was probably throwing a fit somewhere because of it. every movement you made seemed like it took eons. it was peaceful, but starting to drag. too busy trying not to waltz too quickly, you caught yourself on the hem of your dress, sending yourself falling backwards and in the direction of harsh tile.

wincing your eyes shut in reflex, you didn’t see xiao dashing forward to catch you, his hand supporting your back and his hair falling down into your face, exposing the light blue hidden underneath the top layers.

with the light surrounding him, he looked immortal. immortal and experienced—but different in the way zhongli had looked. zhongli was wise because of everything he’d done; xiao was wise because of everything he’d seen.

xiao didn’t seem to realize grabbing you before you fell could be taken as romantic. instead, he quickly got you back on your feet and absentmindedly fiddled with the buttons on his jacket. he really was here just to aid an accomplice.

“thank you for catching me. that tile wouldn’t have been the best landing,” you said.

“part of the price i must pay. don’t take it personally—it seems i’m used to catching people. there aren’t many people like me nowadays here to do that,”

‘like you? who does he mean? what price is he paying? he’s so vague.’

“xiao, what exactly do you do? what do you mean, ‘like me’? i don’t mean to intrude—i really don’t, i’m used to abnormality in mondstadt—but it’s—“

— “partner switch! sorry, adeptus xiao, but you have to keep up with the music, you know? fancy an evening dance?”

xiao was thrust out of your grasp and into someone else’s, leaving you trying to match the pace of the quick moving stranger who’d taken your hands.

he had elfish features; two short braids the color of a lake hung close to his face, and the top of his hair was ruffled beyond fix, as if he’d quickly thrown a hat on and decided not to wear it at the last minute. his attire might as well have been for a child. rather than dress pants, he had shorts and tights. instead of formal gloves, he had long sleeves.

who was this guy? and why’d he call xiao an adeptus? from what little you knew about liyue’s culture, you thought the adepti had passed long ago.

“i hope you don’t mind my being rude,” you promoted, matching the stranger’s mischievous attitude. “but who are you?”

he laughed a bubbly, genuine laugh. “you can just call me venti. what brings you here tonight, y/n?”

‘this is the third person tonight to know my name without me telling them,’

“how’d you know my name, venti?” he spun you in loose, intricate turns, obviously having no care for the odd stares he was attracting.

“it’s a bards responsibility to know his audience, don’t you think? i also have...other intel, you could say. but alas! you never answered my question. what brings you to the ragnvindr’s palace?”

you gave him the grace of a smile. his was so contagious it was difficult to not return it. “the ball, of course. what about you?”

venti nodded his head and hummed along to the piano. “i’d have to say the same! i suppose i came here to meet up with old friends and discuss some important matters, but i stayed for the music. the orchestra turned me down when i offered to play the lyre with them, though. seems they don’t know talent when they see it.” he sighed like he was thinking the moment over again.

“old friends?”

“yep! you probably danced with at least one of them earlier. mr. zhongli, prince diluc, xiao. oh, and that one alchemy guy! albert? albedo! yes, that’s it,”

you’d danced with all of them...who were these people? diluc was royalty—but how important were zhongli, xiao, albedo, and this bard that they had a meeting with him? on the night he was choosing his wife, no less. “what’s happened that involves the prince in all of this?”

“oh, just some silly fatui disturbing the stone gate. it’s a border issue, really. but we gotta have some archons present in case it all spirals out of control. it usually does. i mean, the city of freedom and the city of contracts trying to work together? you can believe that has some disputes!”

you were lightheaded from all the dancing, you must be. “archons? what do the archons have to do with anything?”

venti’s braids seemed to glow, the little cape on the back of his coat flipping up with the way he danced. he gave you a wink. “well, tonight has been magical, hasn’t it? surely you didn’t think it felt like that just because of the atmosphere,”

he was right. the cool touch of kaeya’s charm, the warm way diluc introduced himself. the free-spirited attitude venti and xiao shared. the steadiness of albedo and zhongli’s perspectives and the flexible, challenging aura childe presented himself with. most of them weren’t commoners, but that couldn’t be the only reason why they felt different from anybody you’d ever met before.

in disbelief, you tried again for confirmation. “are you saying that their are archons here? at this ball?”

venti shrugged offhandedly, the hint of playful smile ghosting his face. “only they themselves and the land of teyvat will know, right?”

THIS WAS SO LONG ??1&.&-)!:1@26/?>]<.>_£ FOR WHAT ???? KATE WHO DO U THINK IS GONNA READ THIS FAR DOWN ????🤨🤨

Lol sorry

Its ok..what are you apologizing for ?? ;o; 

“apothecary diaries is a romance” “apothecary diaries is a court drama” wrong. jinshi’s apothecary diaries is a first love romance and maomao’s is a workplace drama. her biggest problem is being fired via execution and his is falling behind on work worrying she’s taking the wrong man home

Let's run away together. To the real world!

Hello! I'm new to tumblr and the requesting stuff (not even sure if i'm requesting on the right area rn hehe), but I've always associated Albedo and sunrises/sets and imagined how he looks when he's beautifully sunkissed.

Would it be okay to write about reader waking up in the morning to Albedo's face being sunkissed because of the sunrise and he wakes up, a bit Embarassed that you were staring at him. Thanks a bunch! I love your works and I read them all night last night before bed!

Synopsis: a beautiful sun kissed morning with albedo

Warnings: none

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello! Thank you for requesting! Don’t worry you did it right, and I’m so glad you like my works! Genuinely it means a lot to me, so I really hope you enjoy and have a great day! (Also I didn’t make him embarrassed cause I live for clingy/ smug albedo)

Mornings have always been your favorite after you started dating albedo. He was always super touchy in the morning, in fact it was the only time that he was this touchy. Always waking up holding you in some way, and some capacity.

But this morning seemed to be different. He was holding onto his pillow? Ah, that’s right he came back late last night, and being... well albedo he don’t want to risk waking you.

This was the first time you’ve seen him in the morning, asleep, and at this hour. He looked absolutely ethereal. The way his hair was disheveled, and over his shoulders. How the sun bounced off of his skin, shingling brightly and beautifully. His breathing slow and repetitive, he looked... beautiful.

So obviously you couldn’t help yourself from staring. You were staring for a while now, when albedo started waking up. The first thing he saw was your beautiful, love struck eyes. He opened his own eyes, and smiled when he saw you staring at him.

“Hm, morning love.” He said with a warm smile on his face. You felt your face heating up by the second, and especially when he started wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your tummy. Your hands instantly went to his messy hair and started playing within the strands.

“So, how long have you been awake.” He said muffled into your stomach. “Hm... probably about 30 minutes at most” you said. “Mm... can we stay in bed a bit longer... if you don’t mind that is?” He said looking up at you with puppy dog eyes and a once in a lifetime smirk in his face. Oh hun he knew you were staring at him, plus how exactly could you say no to him?

Spoilers for Anime Onlys Ahead and for picture perfect arc (vol. 10)

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Hanako was probably at his worst during Picture perfect arc, his expression honestly scared me and somewhat gave me Tsukasa vibes.

I usually don't describe him as "Yandere" because he is such a complex character, but that's the best word I have for him in these panels

On my first time reading this huge arc, I was sure Tsukasa was the big villain in it, but, surprisingly, he had a pretty minor role in it. The main antagonist of this arc is HANAKO. I was SO not ready for that twist.

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IT’S DAY 7 OF TSUKASA WEEK, FREE DAY!! I didn’t have a single bit of time to write today, sob. BUT! A while ago, I promised a compilation of some of Tsukasa’s best moments in the AmaNene Fake Dating RP I do with my friend (the RP where Ako originated), so here they are!! More beneath the cut!

CONTEXT: 1) Nene has just told Amane about a guy who rejected her very rudely. 2) and 3) Nene and Amane have been on a fake date and have accidentally gotten covered in food, so they go to the Yugi household to clean up. Amane has gone to wash up. Nene sees someone walk into the room, and asks if Amane is back already. It is not Amane. 4) Nene has asked Amane on another fake date, but since Tsukasa is also in the room, she feels obligated to ask Tsukasa if he wants to come, too. Tsukasa, sensing Nene’s desperation to be alone with Amane, says he has other plans. 5) Actually Amane sums it up pretty well. Just enjoy Tsukasa’s weird-ass texting. 6) Nene has come over to the Yugi household to study, but she and Amane get a little… distracted on the couch. Tsukasa is supposed to be upstairs in his and Amane’s room right now. It is storming outside. 7) and 8) Tsukasa wants Nene to stay overnight since the power is off and it’s raining too hard for her to go home. 9) Tsukasa has gone upstairs to take a bath, since he was soaking wet from trying to climb out the window earlier. 10) Ah, brotherly love.

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