[More Trouble Than You’re Worth]

Jinshi and Maomao in LN 13/14 in a nutshell:

Jinshi, freaking out: we can't have sex right now because if we do, that means Maomao has the burden of birth control by herself and will be even more involved in politics 😱😱😱😱

Maomao:..Damn, I sorta wanted to have sex with him.

Maomao, every time she looks at Jinshi:

baby sherb’s been sitting on roses and snacking all day

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a bit different from what i'd usually send but can i request sfw hcs for venti, scaramouche, thoma, and kazuha (i wasnt sure how many characters can be included per hc, feel free to remove kazuha if i added too much!) about reader suffering from period cramps and stuff?

mother nature and my professors are making me suffer so i need some comfort 🤧 tysm!

-☁️

when you’re on your period (venti, scaramouche, thoma, kazuha)

how your boyfriend comforts and looks after you while you're on your period!

# * . & | characters: scaramouche, kazuha, venti, thoma.

# * . & | content: sfw, venti x reader, scaramouche x reader, thoma x reader, kazuha x reader, fluff, gn reader (who has a period), established relationship, comfort, cramps, nausea, mention of blood, ig a little bit of angst? emotional reader. basically just a lot of fluff and comfort!

# * . & | type: headcanons.

# * . & | word count: 4,856.

i'm sorry to hear that you're having a tough time, ☁️ anon! between your period and professors, that sounds like a lot :( here's a bunch of fluff and comfort for you! ♡ as someone who has terrible cramps to the point where i'm on the pill to skip it, i loved writing this ask! comfort while on your period is  。ﾟ( ﾟஇ‸இﾟ)ﾟ。  i hope this helped you feel a little better, i tried to get this out as fast as i could  ♡꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

♡.

# * . & | VENTI

venti is so sweet. he'd definitely tell that something was wrong before you even come to him. (y’know, the whispers of the wind and all). 

so he turns up at your door, unannounced, with a bag of local sweets and pastries under his arm and a gentle smile.

cutie.

his main thing is that he'll try to cheer you up. having your period can leave you feeling pretty miserable, sometimes with a shitty or depressed mood, so it's his goal to make you feel better. this can involve anything from trying to make you laugh (successful), telling you stories from across teyvat, singing (he has such a pretty voice) or just in general having fun with you.

if you're feeling up for it, he'll take you out to do something. but if you're just feeling too crap then he'll entertain you as well as he can inside, and make sure that you're all comfortable.

as someone who's been around for thousands of years (and possibly had multiple forms), venti is pretty versed in this kind of stuff.

even more so as he's spent so long getting to know every part of you. without fail, every time you're feeling crappy while on your period he'll just pop up with your favourite food cravings—no matter how unhealthy, or how indulgent. he's become a master at knowing what you want without needing to ask!

your archon boyfriend ♡

this doesn't mean he's immune to how you're feeling though.

it upsets him to see you in pain, no matter how much he'll try to make you comfortable. even with all your favourite foods and some pain-relieving concoctions from the church of favonius, period cramps still seep through. they can have you rocking in a ball or dry sobbing and he never wants to see you in that state.

it makes him feel a bit helpless. he's an archon for god's sake, but there's not a whole lot he can do other than shower you with love and kisses.

he's had a sad origin. you're the best thing that's happened to him ever since ascending to godhood. he needs you to feel alright.

he'd definitely freak out if you started crying because of mood swings (me asf 🙋).

"oh no, no. what's got my love so sad?"

a sap.

he's too sweet, it would probably make you cry more.

gently cups your face with both of his hands and looks into your eyes with his own watery gaze (he hates seeing you cry). he'll wipe away the tears and kiss all over your face murmuring soft and silly things until you crack a laugh or a smile.

that makes him smile brightly too.

(help, this has me in such a venti boyfriend mood).

often plays his lyre to soothe you to sleep while you curl up on him. you'd probably be in that classic period pain position where your knees are brought up to your chest and you're hunched over them, trying to alleviate the cramps. he'll sing all your favourite songs.

kisses on the back of your neck, your shoulders, spine, and stomach (if you're up for it).

he's also a surprisingly good listener, so if you want to complain about shit to him then he'll hear you out dutifully while nodding intently along. as someone who loves to cry about everything on my period, i'd find this super soothing ♡

ATTENTIVE BOYFRIEND

"yahoo, Y/N!" venti's sing-song call rings throughout your home as he enters on his own accord, finding the living area empty. he has a collection of items in his arms, including your favourite flowers. "your archon has arrived!"

such a dummy.

from the bedroom, you make a disagreeable noise. "ugh, venti, don't come in here," you groan with your face pressed into the pillow. "i look gross." you're wearing old baggy clothes, because you woke up having bled through your pyjamas, and haven't really moved save for changing. your hair is a mess, you're feeling sluggish, and your curtains are still closed. it feels worse being in a dark room, but you can't be bothered to get up to draw the windows open.

"ah, you know i don't care about that." he appears in the doorway with a smile, braids swaying. "you're lovely anyway." you roll your eyes affectionately and curl up further until it's physically impossible to protect your stomach anymore. curse your uterus for this disaster.

he comes close enough to stand in front of you when you murmur, "who knew the anemo archon would be such a sap?" it makes venti beam when you offer him a gentle smile and sit up to see what he's brought along. there are cecilia flowers, salts for a bath, medicine to assist with pain relief, your favourite sweets...

"you're feeding my candy addiction," you accuse him. "this is all your fault."

playfully, he cocks his head and smiles at you. "how are you feeling?" his observant eyes roam over you quickly, assessing the situation with ease. it feels good to have him so close. "your cramps are bad? you're hunching." he always. knows. 

"don't make fun of me," you groan, pressing your face into the safety of his chest. "i had a shitty morning." just thinking about it makes you want to cry. how embarrassing and discouraging it feels to be woken up by your period... you'd had plans today to go out, too. your hands cling to venti as he kisses the top of your head.

"never, never," venti promises, voice light-hearted like always. "hmm, let's see if we can make things better." you whine in complaint when he pulls away from you, warmth gone, but it's only for a moment.

deftly, venti pulls your curtains open, just knowing what you need without having to ask, a smile on his face. the sunlight makes you blink, but it feels better than the dingy, sluggish dark. archons... your cramps are killing you. you let yourself flop back onto the bed, curling into a ball. hopefully the painkillers he brought will kick in after a while. the need to cry stings your eyes.

he sits down on your bed, right next to your curled form. "want to go do something today? i hear good hunter is stocked full of your favourite. oh, and there's meant to be a particularly fascinating bard playing at angel's share tonight. not me. they're an outlander, i heard." his legs swing a little, as he rubs the nape of your neck. venti leaves kisses down your shoulder.

your lip quivers as you tilt your head up to look him in the eye. "can we stay in, ven?" you ask. there's a pit of guilt pooling in your stomach. "i'm sorry, i just—"

he's quick to kiss over your face, smile never leaving. "of course! why are you sorry?" his thumb rubs tenderly over your cheekbone, his eyes soft. "i have the best new songs to play for you! someone in liyue has come up with something wonderful. ah, and i went by good hunter earlier anyway. here." he pulls out a paper bag of your favourite pastries. you still don't know how you got so lucky.

you decide the reason why fate decided to give you such a blessing of a lover doesn't matter when settles behind you and wraps his arms around your middle. you don't need to question—just savour it.

 ♡.

# * . & | SCARAMOUCHE

gremlin man would be a bit of an ass about it first (as expected) because that's just how he is. not that he'd necessarily make fun of your period as per say, but he'd definitely be like, "what are you complaining so much for? don't expect me to slack off with you."

he just has issues showing affection.

leaves for work like a dick.

>:(

but then he shows up an hour later with a basket full of chocolate, ice cream, flowers, that blanket of his you love, and a few candles.

he grumbles that your whining would have annoyed him for the next week if he didn't help you (it's a lie, he didn't like the idea of you being in pain while he was doing harbinger business away from you).

he'd never admit that part though, but you know it.

he'll settle you down somewhere comfortable, like the couch or bed, and make sure you're as well looked after as you can be. this is one of those times when he gets protective because, yeah, you're in pain and he doesn't like that. at all.

dealing with your period is a difficult opponent for him. had it been a person threatening you or causing you pain, scaramouche would have taken care of it pretty quickly. but considering there is, well, no one to get his revenge on for causing your suffering, he's at a bit of a loss.

the chocolate he brought is from an expensive snezhnaya confectionary, and he went to the best infirmary to find something to alleviate the pain a little. even the candles look like they'd cost a hand and leg to buy. basically, everything is top quality and specially sourced. all stuff he'd thought would help you.

(he had asked childe and signora what to do—signora laughed him out of the room, but childe took pity).

that's definitely the reason for the last item in the basket.

"hmm? what's this?" you ask, retrieving what turns out to be a stuffed plush toy of a purple cat, with big ears and a button nose. it wears a little frown. your heart squeezes and you hide a chuckle. scaramouche got this...?

"ah. tartaglia let me know that such toys are commonplace for when someone's on their period. of course, i had to get the best if it'll help relieve your sickness. he mentioned that cats were best, though i forget which colour—"

at which you can't help but let out an amused, "where did he hear that?" you squish the toy's cheeks up and laugh at the implications of your clueless, harbinger boyfriend buying a cute plushie because he heard it would automatically make you feel better. (it does).

scaramouche looks mortified and furious all at once.

"i'm going to kill that orange-haired bastard—"

"oh, stop, scara. it's cute." when you giggle at him, his cheeks turn pink. grumbles that childe feeding him false, embarrassing information is not cute but if it makes you happy then fine.

affection with scara is always a bit interesting. especially in circumstances such as this.

he calls you a brat, and then runs a bath. he grumbles about how clingy you are, and then holds you against his chest. he complains about you being a crybaby, and then tenderly massages your abdomen to relieve cramps.

he doesn't mean anything that he says—his actions prove that. not to mention the way his scoffs are laced with affection.

he'll lie around with you all day, letting you bury your face into his stomach/chest, listening to you grumble—he can't help but smile at your complaints about the world and mother nature, when your face is hidden in him and you can't see. his fingers will run through your hair and massage your scalp. scaramouche will offer a good few complaints about the world too, to join in with you.

god forbid anyone comes to your door requesting that you take part in a mission, or trying to tell him that he isn't just allowed to abandon his harbinger duties for however long you need him.

he'll threaten them with an early retirement or an early grave if they come back to bother you, and then slam the door in their faces.

mean but loving scara ♡

he really does try his best, even if he's bad with his words. being tender is tough for the sixth fatui harbinger.

if his usually harmless words actually get to you (because period mood swings and vulnerability suck), and god forbid you start to cry, he'd panic.

cue freak-out time.

scara is a shitty apologiser. he rarely apologises for everything unless he super badly fucks up, but this feels like a super bad fuck-up. the last thing he wants is to genuinely upset you. especially when you've been in clear pain the whole day. so what the hell is he supposed to do now?

your hunched form on the bed, face buried in your arms and knees drawn up to your chest, looks pitiful with the way you tremble with sobs. your shoulders are shaking. panic fills him up inside. fuck. all he'd said was to not be so needy when he handed you a hot water bottle he'd fixed himself. it wasn't something that he meant. those kind of jabs between you two were just second nature, usually you shot them back with a teasing tone and a poked out tongue—something like, "then don't keep entertaining my needs, stupid"—but now you were in tears? it made him panic a little.

"uh, Y/N, you..." he tests his words. "these emotions aren't necessary."  it wasn't spoken in a mean tone, careful and gentle at the edges. he really was just trying to help. obviously, it was the wrong thing to say. you start crying harder. he mutters under his breath, "what the fuck?" and pinches the bridge of his nose. shit. shit. a sigh leaves his mouth and he approaches your side of the bed, where you're obviously feeling terrible. honestly, at this point you just want him to leave you alone to suffer. even though he's been taking care of you all day. that one little comment had triggered a nasty mood swing. ugh. it felt like shit. he tried again, "i—"

"you can be so fucking mean, scara," you mutter. why did he have to say things like that? it was what you'd signed up for, but today? when you'd had the worst cramps you'd had in ages and felt tired all over? "why can't you just be nice like every other boyfriend is?" that's a pretty nasty jab—it makes him stiffen. right for the insecurity that he's going to lose you. you want to shake some sense into yourself, but quite frankly you're too upset to care. 

the bed dips as he sits down beside you. he seems to consider his options for a moment, before he's shifting right up to your hunched form and putting his arms around you, letting you thud your head against his chest. hmph, you think irritably, but don't pull away. your eyes sting. you want to go to sleep. 

"you know i didn't mean that, dumbass." this is hard for him. he's not used to being so outwardly physically affectionate with him initiating.

you punch him in the chest, fist thudding weakly and dully with a lack of force. "don't call me dumbass."

scaramouche can't help but frown. while he mentally calculates what to do—how is he supposed to reassure you? does he be nice? what can he say? how to be nice?—his hands smooth over your shoulders, face pressed into your hair. a sniffle leaves you. it's clear you're still in pain too, knees moving upwards so they're trapped between both of your bodies. it's an attempt to curl up. 

"tch," he mutters. he cups your face in his hands. the soft action contradicts his words. it's rare to see such a vulnerable side of scaramouche, but you see it now. those affectionate eyes, a little sad from upsetting you, and the soft, kissable slope of his slightly downturned lips. "such a crybaby..." he murmurs softly, tenderly, stroking his thumb over your cheek. there's no venom in it—the word has become more of a pet name at this point than an insult. he lays a gentle kiss on your mouth, leaning his forehead against yours. if only there was some other way to help you. how to fix this...? "i—... i'm sorry for upsetting you. it... wasn't my intention..." you can see how much it pains him to apologise—a man with such high pride that you often have to knock him down a few pegs.

you're still grumpy with him. you huff and grumble, pull your teary, disgruntled face out of his caring hands. but you're too sore, tired, and emotionally worn out to put up a fight. plus, despite your emotions, you know your anger and hurt is misplaced and irrational. this is just how scaramouche is. you love him for it. you love him. so you mumble a grouchy, "you're such a dick," and bury your face into his chest. hug him tight and let his shirt catch the rest of your frustrated tears. there's a pout on your lips.

he hums, knowing it well, though this is one of those times where he genuinely feels bad for it. his hand strokes through your hair, and his other comes to rest on the small of your back. it centres him to feel the soft rise and fall of your breaths with your body pressed over your own. "brat." he leaves a kiss on your forehead as you slip into sleep—and scaramouche prepares for when you wake up. "whatever. i already said i'd take care of you, didn't i?"

♡.

# * . & | THOMA

thank god for a pyro vision boyfriend.

will take a few days off of housekeeping duty to stay home with you when your period is at its worst stages.

he's always warm so expect a lot of snuggles!

thoma is very, very comforting and affectionate when you're ill, and this time is no different. forehead kisses, hair stroking, cuddles with you snug and safe against his chest. he'll just let you cling to him all day if that's what you want. has no complaints because it means he gets to be close to you and helps you feel a little better.

if you're like me, who gets emotional and insecure when you're on your period, he'd be the type to constantly reassure you that everything's okay and that he's not going anywhere. indulges in your clinginess.

he's perfect.

he'll dote on your every hand and foot (cough cough, malewife). because of his duties in the kamisato household, he's just really good at this kind of stuff. if you need anything, man will literally leap off of the bed/couch and run to get whatever you want. literally the perfect boyfriend wtf.

overachiever.

he'd be the type to have you curled against his chest and between his legs while he reads a book and fits your face in the crook of his neck. rubs your spine and shoulders and just leaves kisses in your hair.

lets you nap on him!

he heats up his hands with his pyro vision and uses them to warm your stomach and lower back. free heat pack cramp reliever boyfriend. will literally remain in that position forever just to help the pain go away. (idk about you but period me would BAWL if my boyfriend ever did this for me, so if you do that then thoma will be quick to comfort you).

will make you mondstadt dishes from whatever he can remember. he likes making dishes from his hometown (he gets homesick) and would make you healthy but super indulgent meals. particularly likes making you soup.

probably bakes you chocolate-chip cookies too.

will clean up if you bleed through anything. that's always super embarrassing, so you bet he'd be on it so fast. "don't worry about it, babe. i'll take care of it!"

never lets you feel humiliated.

he'll hold your hand and do any lovey dovey stuff that you want.

occasionally does idiotic shit by accident, like smacking himself in the head with a broom when he's cleaning up. it always makes you giggle from where you'd been lying—previously miserable—on the couch. he always shoots you a crooked grin and a wink after.

keeps checking to see how you are. like, when you're eating he'll continue to look over at you with a smile to make sure you're content and enjoying the food he made for you. will watch you while he cleans because he's in love and wants to make sure you're happy. just enamoured with you.

and the moment you look less than okay, he's right there asking what you need.

he's just perfect.

"thoma, you don't have to do all of this..." you murmur, but really don't want to leave as you snuggle against his warm chest, feeling his hands stroke caringly down your back. he's already done your chores around the house—cleaning, done the dishes, made sure your sheets were fresh. you hadn't even asked him to do anything. it's good enough that he's just here. but he insisted.

"ah, nonsense," thoma replies, gently massaging the skin around the small of your spine, helping to relieve back pain. "it made you feel better, right?" it's true that a clean home always makes you feel more accomplished, more comfortable, especially when you're in pain and all you want to do is rest. that, and he'd cooked for you. had you relax on the couch while he made lunch and then baked, took care of you. you're used to spending your periods alone. having someone so loving be with you through them... it meant so much.

you can't help but tuck your face into the crook of his neck, feeling safe. he lets you nuzzle there. "weren't you meant to be at work?"

"hmm? oh, i took some days off. i don't like leaving you alone like this." he grins when you slap his side lightly, silently warning him that he still needs to go to his job. "if you're worried for me, don't be. ayaka said it was perfectly fine. she actually mentioned that it was a nice gesture—that you were lucky or something." thoma mentions it like it's a throwaway comment, voice breathy with amusement. he's so selfless it's stupid.

"well i am!" you exclaim, lifting up your face to stare him in the eye. "you're taking care of me even though this is something that happens every month. and you're here anyway! just because you know i like you being with me." you cling to the front of his shirt, pouting a little. more pain and nausea shoots through you at the action—you can't help but wince. thoma immediately cups your face when he notices you're hurting.

he looks a bit quizzical. "i don't know why i wouldn't."

with a groan you flop down again. he instinctively runs his hand through your hair and smooths his fingers over the back of your head. "ugh. you're too good. don't ever leave me." he's so, so warm—you could fall asleep like this any second. it's so easy to forget about the agony of your cramps when he's here distracting you. especially with his natural heat.

thoma chuckles, his legs still cradling you. now, his hand slides down to your lower stomach again in order to help ease any incoming cramps. he's too thoughtful. "i don't plan on leaving you, don't worry. ever, actually. you're stuck with this."

"the audacity of you to say that like it's a bad thing," you grumble, looping your arms around the back of his neck to get closer to him. your period might be the bane of your existence, but lazy days like this with thoma all to yourself make it somewhat bearable.

♡.

# * . & | KAZUHA

ginger tea.

also fennel, raspberry, green, chamomile—he makes anything herbal to relieve cramps and help you relax.

will let you cuddle up against him and will hold you while he recites romantic poetry like a sap and leaves kisses in your hair.

is the type of boyfriend to literally apologise for your period and cramps as if it's his fault.

wtf kazu?

is always making sure you're hydrated. strokes your hair a lot and convinces you to eat and drink even if you're feeling too sick to, because he knows it will help you feel better.

honestly, you having bad cramps and feeling so shitty freaks him out a little. he doesn't like to see you hurting, especially when it's out of his control. expect him to have a calm demeanour like always, but be stressing on the inside. he's also extra clingy when you're like this. (the consequences of watching his best friend die). just wants you to be okay.

writes you haikus and other fragments of poetry to cheer you up.

rubs circles into the small of your back while cuddling with you. will give you a massage if you're sore.

he'll kiss the tears off your face if you start crying (it will upset him too) and just keeps you company very well.

usually he likes being out and about—exploring, indulging in his freedom, admiring the world while in the sun and wind—but in these moments there's nowhere he'd rather be than with you. he won't dare leave you like this.

he probably asks beidou for advice the first time you have your period while dating him.

beidou quite literally has to end up pushing him out of the door because he won't stop asking her questions. everything she answers with, he needs to elaborate on. like: okay, three to seven days—will there be cramps all that time? mood swings—would they prefer to see me, will that upset them? chocolate—what kind? no caffeine—does that include in chocolate? what teas are most effective? where to find hot water bottles? best meals?

she locks him out.

he really just wants to make it as comfortable for you. especially since this will be a monthly thing and he needs to know how to help from now on. you two are in this together.

literally makes you a nest in your bed, with blankets, pillows, a pot of tea, and a hot water bottle. nestles you up so you're all comfortable and safe. gives you whatever you want.

disappears for a little while and you're like wtf.

but then...

"kazu?" you groan when kazuha returns to your room, after having been absent for enough time to it to be noticeable. you’re hunched in a fetal position, hands clasped over your abdomen. it hurts. your hormones are wreaking havoc on your emotions—now, when you glance over at him at the end of your bed, with a soft smile and his sleeve rolled up, you get a bit teary. you'd half been worried he'd left you. "where did you go?"

one of his hands strokes over your hair, the other gently laying over your knee. "i readied a hot bath. if you're feeling up for it i can take you there. or we can stay here, if you'd prefer. either is perfectly fine."

you take a moment to shove your face in the pillow and groan out something between a pained sound from your cramps, and a sob at what you'd done to deserve a boyfriend this sweet. then you push yourself up into a sitting position, wincing. he's quick to kiss the tears away from your face and hold out a hand to help you up. 

"thank you, kazuha," you murmur as he leads you to the bathroom. he's so careful with you. "you're so kind."

he offers you one of his gentle smiles. "don't say that like it isn't what you deserve. i'd do all this for you and more, my love. i'm sure that one day i'll be able to harness even the stars for you. the sun, the moon, they're all yours. hmm, maybe i can turn that into a haiku..."

you whisper to yourself, "archons. you'll kill me like this, kazu."

it feels like you've ascended to celestia when you actually see the bath. it's rolling with hot steam, scattered with rose petals and slightly cloudy with the presence of the lavender bath salts you can smell in the air (for relaxation and cramp relief). various candles have been lit around the room, glowing in the otherwise dim light. it's lovely. something this thoughtful and romantic isn't very unusual for kazuha, but it still takes your miserable brain by surprise. all you can do is stare in awe. here you are, feeling gross and sore, and kazuha did... all this... just to make you feel better? a lump forms at the back of your throat.

he looks at you hopefully, "are you happy?"

all you can do is swallow and nod as he leads you over to the edge, words stolen from your mouth. it's all you need. "kazuha, i—"

"you don't need to thank me," he replies, hugging you close to him. his lips press to your forehead as you squeeze your glossy eyes closed. "i'm sorry you have to be in pain. i hope this can... ease your suffering a little. i'll be right here."

♡.

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When that cute archon next door offers you his flute o////o

harry potter

ok so im going to go off on a tangent here and talk about harry potter’s forgotten second gen character

do any of you guys ever wonder what happened to george? well i know what he did. 

forgive me if im wrong, but i believe he married angelina. you all know who im talking about. i forget her last name but you all know her. they had a daughter named roxanne. roxanne weasley. when i first finished harry potter and found out about her i thought she was going to be a key character in the hypothetical 8th book. at the time i finished harry potter, no one knew cursed child was even coming. but now im kinda disappointed no one highlighted on roxanne as a character because she was literally the daughter of one of the legendary pranksters of hogwarts. and as far as age, she is in james jr potter’s year i think.

me and my friends had to make this movie thing, so of course we chose to make an ‘eighth’ harry potter movie, and there were three of us. my male friend chose to be scorpius i think, my other friend was rose, and i was roxanne so it breaks my heart that roxanne is not even MENTIONED in the cursed child playwright so can someone just write her in or MENTION her pls thank you

also i know shes canon because i read about it on pottermore so no shes real

He’s In denialllll

Well look at that! I finally drew that adorable prompt @moonfang182-magic gave me when they commented on a WIP drawing for my digital comic!

I call this “touch-starved Hanako headcanon that has been the only thing I have thought about for days,” Part 1

a thousand words

pairings (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif x gender neutral reader

word count - 2322

genre - hurt/comfort

format - drabbles

warnings - crying, focal point on being touch starved, use of xiao's real name because i love him, cursing in scara's because there will ALWAYS be cursing in scara's

summary - a touch starved reader crumbles upon being given love and affection for the first time by their beloved <3

a/n - hop aboard the self indulgent train!!!/hj but this idea has been on my mind for a while now so i'm eager to write it! :D also this is borderline rambling i apologize if it's not your thing :')))

our actions hold within them partial universes created of stardust and glitter, and a thousand words rooted in the slight slip of one's hand across another's cheek, or perhaps a longing, loving gaze that manages to enrapture another and speak volumes in silence. a simple hug would speak even more than thick, yellowed books and detailed encyclopedias that stretch on for volume upon volume.

you began to realize this when the way in which he caressed your cheek with such love had you melting under his breathy gaze and falling limp in his arms. his body alone seemed to preach with an airy cadence without a single word escaping past his lips.

for so long you'd bared the biting nip of frosting cold and let a sheen of ice coat itself along your skin. yet his touch seemed to melt what remained of blooming winter both in your heart and soul and left behind a shivering something, curled up in a ball and smaller than a marble: the desire for affection, to be loved, and to be wanted.

even now as his arms fit snug around your body for the first time, you let your mind wander to your times of icy frost and barren loneliness where only the softness of your pillow could provide some sort of solace for the gaping hole in your heart where loving hugs and kisses to your cheek were supposed to fit perfectly.

"is this okay?"

you wanted to laugh bitterly at how courteous he was,

"such a gentleman, of course it is." you teased despite the watery waver to the tail end of your voice.

when his arms drew tighter around your body and you felt his lips come to once again melt away at the snow around your temple, your mind drew back to those sleepless nights where all you longed for was one single hug, and suddenly all the snow had been thawed by his touch and left behind a calm, gentle stream of rivulets that trickled down your cheeks from the reservoirs hidden behind your eyes.

oh, how loved you felt in his arms.

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diluc.

upon hearing the first of your sniffles, diluc's body went rigid as rock as he hurried to pull you away from his shoulder and inspect your face. what he hadn't expected was for you to dive right back in, your arms slung around his torso as if holding too slack would mean he'd fade away into nothing and you'd be left to bear the stinging void of loneliness once again.

"please don't let me go, not yet." sputtered between little hiccups and wheezes, you prayed that he managed to hear the words you spoke directly into his heart.

and hear them he did, in fact he did more than hear them: he understood them. his strong, broad arms moved upwards to hold your body tight against his, taking great care to treat you as if you'd break under his touch. the gentle swipe of hair from your damp forehead and brush of his fingers against your tear-soaked cheeks had your knees buckling under the newfound touch.

to admit his own starve of touch out loud would embarrass him to no end, but he'd never deny the way your warmth made his heart flutter. and he hoped that he could mend the holes in your heart and indulge in each other's arms and this foreign feeling of touch, together.

"it's okay," diluc spoke into the roots of your hair, eyes shutting in pure bliss, "i'm here now, you're not alone anymore."

and you believed him, with all your heart.

kaeya.

"angel? what's going on? are those tears i see?"

despite the teasing lilt to his voice, the worry lined around his lilac pupils could never betray his mind. his hands held your sniffling face as if you were crafted by the gods themselves, each swipe of his thumb careful and gentle and each peck to your nose, eyelid, cheeks, forehead, and lips held within them words that never needed to be said.

"kaeya?"

"yes, darling?"

"could i have another hug?" if your words weren't enough to depict how much you loved him, your eyes screamed in volumes loud enough for the gods themselves to hear them.

kaeya wanted to give you one of his charming chuckles and offer up a cheesy, teasing response like, "aww, it seems not even you can evade my wicked, boyish charm."

but he knew better, and he knew that he understood you more than he let on. so instead of speaking, his arms wrote poetry wrapped tight around your waist, and his lips uttered lyrics to love ballads in the form of pressing kiss after kiss to your hair.

what remained on his skin was the thawed droplets of ice that once covered his body, all thanks to your warmth were they melted and gone. he prayed you'd never let go of him, because he knew he'd never let you slip from his arms.

albedo.

confused, albedo gently pries your face away from his shoulder and takes the first step in brushing away the drops of sorrow that flowed freely from your eyes.

"did something happen, my flower? was i perhaps too rough with my hug?" ever the diligent scientist, albedo's eyes scan yours for any sign of discomfort. yet what he finds staring back at him is the void in your irises beginning to fill up with his reflection, and his theory soon becomes fact when you say nothing more and head straight back into his arms, squeezing tighter and tighter with all of your strength.

you'd come crashing into his life with all of the gentleness of a bull in a ceramics shop, and yet you felt so soft, so fragile in his arms.

"just one more hug, i promise." despite the obvious strain to your voice and the tears that dampened his shirt, albedo conceded and decided to play into your fantasy, where he gives you just one more hug.

albedo himself knows not much of affection, but what he has been able to conclude from his studies is that he loves sharing it with you. and he doesn't need a notebook to detail such findings when he has the ability to hold you tight in his arms and let the beat of his heart detail his findings to your listening ears.

childe.

"hey, what's wrong? did someone hurt you? did you have a bad day?"

despite the literal chain bomb that was childe's constant stream of questions, his tightened grip only served to make your tears fall faster from your eyes as you realized just how loved you felt in his embrace.

without even needing to open your mouth, he seemed to realize right away when your fist gathered clumps of his shirt into your fingers and gripped with white knuckles.

"oh sunshine," he cooed, moving his thumb to brush just underneath the red rim of your eye, "c'mere. i'll give you lots of cuddles."

and give you lots of cuddles he did. you would never slip from his arms, not with how secure and firm they rested around your body, locked in tight and confirmed with the gentle squeeze to your torso every now and then to remind you of how real he was.

despite the fact that his shirt would be wrinkled with how hard you gripped onto the fabric, or the noticeable wet patch you'd leave on his shoulder from your tears, childe relished in the feeling of your puzzle piece bodies fitting together as one. as much as you craved him, he was addicted to you.

zhongli.

to many who have uttered his name in prayer, they asked for good fortune, another chance, or something along the lines that would only be grantable by a god.

but you uttered no words, not a single peep. instead you spoke his name through the way in which your eyes silently pleaded with him to hold you tight against his chest and he felt your prayers of love deep within the caverns of his heart.

"i'm here, my lily. you never have to ask me to hold you. if you so desire it, it shall be yours."

his words seemed to spur your sobs onwards, but he knew they were from a place that you had long sealed away, a place that had been released with only a single one of his hugs.

zhongli was a man of many words but he was content to let the way in which he held you tight against his throbbing heart speak the words he could never find.

xiao.

your cries are like stabs through the heart for xiao. poor, poor alatus who tries so hard not to mess up the one good thing that's come to him in a long, long time.

he slides away from your embrace in fear that he may have hurt you, which, much to his surprise, only makes your stuttered breaths and rolling tears increase.

"don't go..." you mumbled as you raced against his mind to clutch his torso with all you were.

he doesn't understand, to comprehend such intricacies of the human condition were far beyond his reach and yet he allows you to indulge in feeling the pound of his heart hammer away from under the thin skin of his chest and the feel of his fingers tracing patterns on the underside of your back.

his fears of your pain or sorrow are washed away when he brings you closer to his body and dives into the crook of your neck.

and as your fingers come up to card through his thick locks, he finds himself ever so close to joining you in melting the frigid snow that lay around his heart in exchange for calm, gentle rivers.

kazuha.

the minute tears fall from your eyes, kazuha sweeps in to kiss them away as if sensing your sorrow before you even know it.

"your tears wound me ever so deep, my love. what happened?"

but you can't give a straight answer, not with how the overwhelming warmth that encircles your body overpowers you brain and leaves you a bumbling mess in his arms.

you only answer with the glassy, longing look you give him and the burrowing of your body closer into his arms. any more and you'd merge with him.

his touch is gentler than the drop of a crimson leaf in early fall, and quieter than the gentle shake of wildflowers in spring. he feels like life itself, and as you inhale more of him through your nose you feel yourself unbinding the cords and vines wrapped around your heart.

once his hand came to stroke the top of your head, all while his soothing voice gently shushed your tears and muffled sobs, all you could do was melt and indulge in the finest that kazuha had to offer.

and kazuha knows that he'd do anything to fill the void within you where he fits perfectly.

scaramouche.

"why are you crying? who hurt you?! i'm going to fucking kill them-"

"n-no! scara no!"

the crack in your voice in enough to settle him down and allows you to return to placing your head in the crook of his shoulder. "just for a little bit...let's stay like this, please." you plead into his skin.

scaramouche can't help but indulge you, even if the sight of your tears or the way your shoulders rise up and down sharply sends shooting pains to that odd thing in his chest.

"if nothing's wrong then stop crying, it's annoying." despite his harsh words, his large palm comes up to hold the back of your head against his body, while the other arm pressed your body flush against his.

the way in which he held you completed contradicted his words, and his lingering touch was one you knew you'd think about for the rest of your life so long as you lived.

scaramouche himself felt the similar gaping hole in his chest begin to close, and the foreign feeling for once felt pleasant instead of painful.

"so...you like this kinda stuff?"

with a vigorous nod of your head and tighten grip around his torso, 'noted', scaramouche thought and allowed himself a single, small fraction of a smile that of which he buried into your temple in hopes that you'd see him with your eyes closed.

dainsleif.

you're so tender and soft, dainsleif almost feels as if he's holding a timid daisy rather than his beloved partner.

though he claims to be devoid of so many human traits, you feel his warmth and hear the thunder of his heartbeat against your ear. in this moment you realize: there is someone who loves you, and someone who treasures you enough to allow you close to their heart.

his first hug in so long brings him to near tears, and the spur of rivers that trickled down your face worried him to no end as he makes haste to slip away.

"are you alright? have i hurt you? we don't have to do that again if you don't want-"

you loved him, you loved all of him, even the nervous worrywart side of him that he rarely ever revealed to anyone. but in this moment, all you craved was dainsleif and you made it known of your intentions when you cut his rambling questions off by flinging yourself against his body, holding so tight as if he'd slip through your hands like silky water or thin, granules of sand.

"it feels so nice. you feel so nice." and though normally such bold words would have you flustered and looking away and his cheeks flared up in the color of pyro, dainsleif allows himself this one indulgence and wraps his arms tight around your body as you dry your tears into the fabric of his shirt.

and he'd be sure to never let go until he takes his last breath.

date published: august 18th, 2021