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He held you tightly in his arms, his heart pounding in his chest as your body trembled against him.

His mind was racing, unable to process the reality of the situation. You were hurt—more hurt than he’d initially thought—and he had to get help. But every second that passed felt like a lifetime.

"Help will be here soon, I promise," he whispered, as he pressed his hand against your wound. He could feel the warmth of your skin fading, your breaths becoming more shallow. His grip tightened as if holding you closer could somehow keep you tethered to him.

You managed a small, weak smile, your eyes half-lidded as you gazed up at him. "Don’t cry," you whispered, barely audible. Your voice was faint, strained, but there was a softness to it that broke his heart.

"Thank you for everything my love."

His breath hitched, and he blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill. He had never felt so powerless in his life. "You can’t—" he choked, his voice trembling.

"You can’t leave me. I can’t do this on my own."

Your hand, trembling from the effort, reached up to brush his cheek, and he could feel the coldness in your touch. "You’re not alone," you whispered, your words slow as if each one took all your strength. "You’ve never been alone. You have everyone around you, and—" you paused, your breath catching, "—you have me… always."

His tears finally fell, a quiet sob escaping his lips as he clutched you tighter. "I need you," he whispered, his voice broken as he leaned into your touch. "I can’t lose you."

Your smile faltered, your energy fading. "You’re strong," you murmured. "Stronger than anyone I know. You’ll be okay…"

“No.” He shook his head, refusing to accept it. "I can’t. Not without you."

Your eyes fluttered shut, your body limp in his arms, and his heart dropped. "(Y/N), stay with me," he pleaded, desperation seeping into his voice. "Please… help is coming."

But there was no response. Your breathing had slowed to a near stop, and your hand slipped from his face.

He pressed his lips to your forehead, his tears mixing with your skin. "Please…"

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ONE LAST TIME |XIAO

Tw: Mentions of death and blood

It’s been months since you’ve last talked or even seen Xiao. When he broke up with you, you knew you would never be able to say his name again.

Yet here you are in a pool of your own blood, thinking about him. How you yearn to call him and maybe, just maybe you can see him one last time, feel his hands against your frame and be in his embrace once more as he looks at you with those amber eyes as he uses his voice to comfort you.

You knew you were just being delusional at this point, but you have nothing left to lose to stop you. Grimacing from the pain, you somehow found yourself whispering his name with all that you have before your blurred vision turns dark.

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“Xiao…”

Xiao flinched when he heard it. He must be hallucinating, it’s been months since he last heard your voice. He didn’t even realize how much he missed it until now, especially when you have no reason to call him anymore. Unless… oh fuck.

Within seconds Xiao was met with your crumpled form lying in a crimson pool. His breath hitched as he rushed to you, kneeling down as his trembling hands reached out, desperately searching for a pulse.

You were cold. So, so cold.

The warmth he longed for was gone. He remembered the countless nights he spent agonizing over the decision to push you away, to sever the ties that bound you together. He thought it was for the best, to spare you from the pain and suffering that inevitably followed him. It seems Teyvat deemed his suffering insufficient regardless.

If he knew you would end up lifeless like this he would've never broken up with you. He would've kept you close and shield you from whatever harm that came your way. He could've- no should've spent more time with you. He cursed himself for his arrogance, for thinking he could protect you by pushing you away, now he's paying the price for it.

He knew mortal life was short and that you would inevitably end up leaving him. This was not the way he wanted you to leave him.

Tears welled up in his amber eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours, whispering broken apologies into the void. "I'm sorry, my love," he whispered, his voice choked with tears that he had held back for too long. "I never meant for this to happen. Please forgive me. I won’t push you away anymore. I'll never let you go again. Just come back to me, please.”

“Please, just let me hear you one last time…”

He knows well that you won’t reply. Not today, not after a century.

He can’t fix what has been done.

All he can do is nothing but cradle your lifeless form in his arms as his clothes slowly turn red from the very thing that flowed in your veins.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY |CHIGIRI HYOMA

The night was draped in silence as Chigiri Hyoma arrived home late. It had been a demanding day. As he closed the door behind him, fatigue draped over him like a heavy cloak. Despite the exhaustion, a sense of relief washed over him as he looked forward to some rest.

As Chigiri stepped into the quiet apartment, he called out, "Hey, (Y/N), I'm home!" expecting to be greeted by the familiar sound of your voice. The silence that followed was met with a subtle disappointment. A furrow formed on his brow, perhaps you had already gone to bed, Chigiri let out a tired sigh and headed toward the living room.

He flicked on the lights, and to his surprise, there you were, standing in the middle of the room with a bright smile on your face. In front of you was a beautifully decorated birthday cake.

"Surprise!" you exclaimed, the excitement evident in your voice.

Chigiri blinked in astonishment, a mix of emotions washing over him. "Wait, is this for me?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine surprise.

You chuckled, setting the cake down on the table. "Of course, it's for you, silly. Happy birthday,Hyoma! I was getting worried you might get home after midnight."

A mixture of emotions washed over him—surprise, gratitude, and a deep warmth. It took a moment for the realization to sink in. Chigiri hadn't even realized that today was his birthday.

"I can't believe you did all this. Thank you, Dear." Chigiri admitted, his voice filled with genuine surprise.

You chuckled, stepping closer, pulling him in for a kiss. "C’mon let’s light these candles and celebrate. It’s still your birthday for another hour."

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As they cleared the dishes and moved towards the cozy living room, you shot him a mischievous grin. "You know Love, I do have a present for you. It’s in the bedroom."

Chigiri's eyes widened, and a playful smirk tugged at his lips. "Oh, really?" he replied, his gaze meeting yours. You chuckled, grabbing his hand and leading him towards your shared bedroom.

You pulled him closer, your lips meeting his in a sweet and passionate kiss as you pushed him onto the bed. Chigiri felt a warmth spreading through him, and he couldn't help but reciprocate.

As you pulled away, you whispered against his lips, "I hope this day is as special for you as you are to me, Dear."

Chigiri smiled, holding you close. "With you, every day is special."

You smirked as you placed a hand on his chest while you shifted closer to straddle his lap, "Now, I think the Birthday boy has earned a long relaxing night," you whisper in his ear as your other hand traveled down to his waistband. "Just sit back and enjoy the show Love~"

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If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

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As you slept soundly on Chigiri's chest, you mumbled out a series of slurred words Chigiri could just barely make out. "Hyoma, have I ever told you... you got nice hair?"

Chigiri couldn't help but chuckle softly at the unexpected compliment. He glanced down at you with a fond smile, appreciating the sincerity of your slightly incoherent confession in your sleep-induced state.

"Yes Love, yes you have. But I still appreciate the compliment nonetheless," he replied, as he also drifted off to sleep.

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I'd like to think Jax lost a bet and was forced to put on the maid outfit by Caine

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GONE |JAX

When he sets his eyes on your abstracted figure he refuses to believe what he was seeing. It's only a digital hallucination! It’s not real. Maybe it's just a prank, right?

It can't be real.

It can't be.

He shuts your door room closed, trying to keep his cool. He's in denial.

"Haha, very funny (Y/N). You got me, now c'mon let's go prank someone else okay?"

He opened the door again only to see your abstracted figure charging towards him. Yep it's definitely real.

Jax only managed to start to process everything after Caine placed you in the cellar.

Jax locked himself up in his room, the realization of everything that had happened finally came crashing down on him. He stares at the ceiling on his bed, shaking and breathing heavily. Why, why now? Tears streamed down his face.You were doing fine yesterday! You were pulling pranks together.

He buried his face into his hand, sobbing while the other tugged on his ear. You were laughing along with him just yesterday and now you're gone.

You're never coming back.

You left him behind and now he's all alone again.

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CHILLY |CHIGIRI HYOMA

The chilly evening air had caught you off guard during their walk in the park, causing you to shiver. You hadn't anticipated it getting this cold, and you regretted not bringing a jacket. In an attempt to keep warm, you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to conserve warmth, but the cold seemed to seep into your very bones.

"Love, are you okay?" he asked, a concerned furrow creasing his brow as he noticed you rubbing your arms.

You smiled weakly, "I'm just a bit cold, Hyo."

Without a second thought, Chigiri began to peel off his own jacket. "Here, Love," he offered, "take my jacket. I don't want you to catch a cold."

You hesitated for a moment, but then accepted the jacket with a grateful smile. As you slid into it, you were engulfed by the warmth and scent of Chigiri's jacket. It was oversized on your small frame, making you feel tiny in comparison. The sleeves fell past your hands, and you couldn't help but giggle.

As Chigiri watched, he couldn't help but admire how his jacket engulfed your small frame. You looked so tiny and adorable in his jacket, and it warmed his heart to see you wear it. The cool breeze ruffled your hair, and your cheeks retained that rosy hue, which only made you more captivating in his eyes.His cheeks turned a faint shade of pink, partly from the cold and the thoughts that appeared in his head.

Chigiri offered a reassuring smile. "Better?"

You nodded, snuggled deeper into the oversized garment, feeling the cold slowly but surely fade away. "Much better, thank you my Love."

He chuckled, his heart swelling with affection. "You look adorable in it. Now, let's keep walking, and if you get cold again, just let me know." He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "I can think of other ways to warm you up."

"Hyoma!" You exclaimed in a high pitch, clearly getting embarrassed. You playfully whacked his shoulder, causing him to wince slightly.

Chigiri rubbed his shoulder as if he had been genuinely hurt with an amused expression. "What? I was just talking about cuddling once we got home. Were you perhaps… thinking of something else? Not that I would mind doing it of course."

You huffed and rolled your eyes, not convinced in the slightest. "You're impossible, Hyo."

He chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as they continued their walk. "But you love me for it."

"Yeah, yeah now let’s go home so we can cuddle already." You huffed as you walked quicker, eager to reach home.

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SICK |CHIGIRI HYOMA

One evening, as the sun began to set, Chigiri decided to pay a visit to you, whom he hadn't seen for a few days. When he arrived at your place, he was greeted by the sight of you lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket with a flushed face.

Concern washed over him as he approached you. You looked unwell, and he couldn't bear to see you suffering. Gently, he placed the back of his hand on your forehead to check your temperature. It was evident that you have a fever.

Chigiri knew that you were a strong and independent person, but he couldn't simply leave you in this state. Without a second thought, he decided to make himself useful.

He carefully picked you up, your head resting on his shoulder, and carried you to your bedroom. You stirred but didn't wake as he laid you down gently on the bed. He knew you needed rest, and he was determined to provide you with the care you deserved.

Chigiri took a damp cloth from the bathroom and placed it on your forehead to help bring down your fever. He sat by your side, quietly watching over you as you slept.

As the hours passed, Chigiri continued to watch over you, his concern growing with every feverish murmur and shiver.

Chigiri's heart ached as he saw you shiver slightly in your sleep again. He whispered softly, "I hope you get well soon, Love. I hate seeing you like this."

You stirred at the sound of his voice, your eyes fluttering open weakly. "Hyoma?" You mumbled, your voice hoarse and barely audible.

Chigiri nodded, his worry deepening. "Yeah, it's me. You don't look well at all. Let me take care of you."

You tried to smile weakly. "Hyoma, you didn't have to come. I'll be fine."

Chigiri wasn't convinced. He took the damp cloth off for a moment and reached out to feel your forehead. You were clearly burning up even with the help of the damp cloth that was on your forehead a few seconds ago, and it is clear that you are in no shape to help yourself.

"You should have gone to a doctor," he chided gently. " Or at least tell me so I could take you to one."

You closed your eyes for a moment trying to ignore your pounding headache. "I didn't want to bother anyone. Besides, you have that important match coming up and I don’t want to risk getting you sick."

Chigiri sighed, shaking his head. "Matches can wait, (Y/N). Your health is what matters right now."

He grabbed the damp cloth and placed it back on your forehead, trying to bring down your fever. Chigiri stayed by your side, offering you water and making sure you took your medicine.

He wished he could take away your pain, but all he could do was offer comfort and support. He gently brushed your hair away from your face, whispering words of reassurance.

"Thank you for this," you managed to whisper.

Chigiri gave you a reassuring smile. "Of course, Love. We should always take care of each other. Now, you should get some rest. I'll be right here if you need anything."

He settled into a chair beside your bed, watching over you as you drifted back into a restless sleep. He continued to stay by your side, monitoring your fever and making sure you were as comfortable as possible. Chigiri knew that he couldn't magically make your illness disappear, he could only wish to be able to do so as he patiently waited at your side.

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SNUGGLES |CHIGIRI HYOMA

Chigiri laid on his side, staring at you. He could see the gentle rise and fall of your sleeping form beside him.

As the night went on, Chigiri started to relax. He closed his eyes, trying to shake off his unease. Eventually, the weight of exhaustion pulled him into a deep slumber.

Chigiri stirred, feeling something warm and soft against his shoulder. Your hand brushed against his shoulder before moving further down his back. Your fingers tracing a path of warmth along his skin, as you wrapped your arm around his waist, pulling him closer in your sleep.

His eyes fluttered open for a moment and he found himself inches away from your peaceful face that their noses nearly brushed. He could feel your warmth and your steady breath against his cheek.

Chigiri smiled, he couldn't help but admire your peaceful face bathed in the moonlight, the way your eyelashes cast delicate shadows on your cheeks, and the way your hair looks soft.

Without disturbing your slumber, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. He wanted to savor this moment, the warmth of your embrace, and the feeling of being so close to someone who meant so much to him.

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REALIZATION |CHIGIRI HYOMA

Chigiri Hyoma had always been a bit of a puzzle to his friends, and perhaps to himself as well. As a childhood friend of yours, he'd always been there for you, offering a listening ear, a helping hand, and a shoulder to lean on. You guys shared many memories. But lately, there was something different about the way he felt, something he couldn't quite make sense of.

One day, as they were walking home from school, Chigiri sighed softly, causing you to look at him curiously. "Is something bothering you, Hyoma?"

He blinked, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "It's nothing, (Y/N). Just some thoughts."

He couldn't understand why he was so flustered. This was you, his childhood friend. But every time you smiled at him or laughed at his jokes, it sent a strange warmth coursing through him, and it left him feeling conflicted.

That evening, Chigiri sat in his room, attempting to focus on his homework. Chigiri sighed softly, his pen hovering over the paper. Your face kept intruding into his thoughts, and he couldn't get you off his mind. He blinked, feeling a sudden warmth in his cheeks.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind, but it was proving to be quite a challenge. He's not thinking about you right now, or at least, he's trying not to. It's hard not to...

He feels confused and his homework is already giving him headaches, so there's no time for him to think about what he's feeling right now.

"I'm just overthinking things," Chigiri muttered to himself, trying to dismiss the weird feelings within him. He had known you for years, and they had always been close friends. Why was he suddenly feeling like this?

He sighed, rubbing his temples, "I should just concentrate on my work." He told himself, trying to push you from his thoughts.

Even though he wasn't sure if you felt the same way, he couldn't help but smile when he thought about you. He sighs, he just can't stop thinking about your smile, your eyes, your hair... Everything about you. All of it was etched into his memory, and he couldn't get enough.

"I'm going crazy," Chigiri muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. He couldn't understand why he couldn't let go of this feeling. It was causing him to lose focus on his responsibilities, and it made him feel guilty.

But as he looked down at his books, his thoughts returned to you. He sighed again, resigning himself to the fact that you had become an important part of his life, whether he liked it or not.

As he sighed once more and returned to his homework. Chigiri was conflicted, unable to understand his own emotions. He wasn't sure if he was falling for you if this was just a fleeting phase. All he knew was that he couldn't stop thinking about you, and it was making his heart ache in a way he'd never experienced before.

Chigiri couldn't help but wonder if it was possible that he was falling in love with you after all.

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(Y/N): Hey, Love, do you know why justice is best served cold?

Neuvillette: No, Why?

(Y/N): Justice is best served cold because if it was served warm it'll be justwater.

Neuvillette: ...

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LATE NIGHT |CHIGIRI

The day had been long and tiring for Chigiri. As he pushed open the door to their shared apartment, he couldn't help but feel relief wash over him. He was finally home, where you were waiting for him.

Chigiri's heart skipped a beat when he stepped into their cozy bedroom and saw you asleep on the bed, a book in hand. You must’ve fallen asleep while waiting for him.

Gently, Chigiri removed the book and placed it on the bedside table, his fingers lingering for a moment on your cheek. He couldn't resist the urge to brush a lock of hair away from your face.

As he settled back, Chigiri carefully shifted you into a more comfortable position, tucking you in and giving you a soft kiss on your forehead before making his way to the bathroom to take a shower.

The warm water washed away the fatigue from his body, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought of returning to the embrace of the person he loved.

When Chigiri emerged from the bathroom, he found you awake, seeing you sitting up on the bed rubbing your eyes.

"Welcome home Hyo" You welcome him back with a tired voice, still groggy from just waking up.

Chigiri walks over to you with an apologetic smile "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up, Love."

'It's fine Love it's late, let's just get some sleep. We both have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." You smiled at him as Chigiri joins you in bed, the both of you lying down and getting comfy underneath the covers.

Chigiri pulls you closer to him and wraps his arms around you, sighing in content. You leaned into his touch as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"Goodnight Hyo," You whispered, eyes growing heavy with sleep.

"Goodnight to you too my Love," Chigiri whispered back, smiling softly, closing his eyes and drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

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He gives the melusine head pats!!! (I want one)

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Chigiri's eyes widened a tad when he saw you sleeping on the roof after searching for you around the dormitory.

“So that’s where you were…“

You were asleep, hugging your knees that were brought up to your chest.

Chigiri sighs and decides to sit by your side, watching you as you sleep.

They look so peaceful like this

Chigiri watches you for a few seconds, and he chuckles softly as he sees how peaceful you look.

So cute

He seems to be enjoying the view of your sleeping figure, smiling softly as he stares at you.

He decides to try and wake you up to get you to at least move to a more comfortable and warmer place.

“Er, (Y/N)...?”

He whispered as he stood up, trying his best to get you to wake up without actually scaring you.

“Mmm…” you grumbled, not appreciating the disturbance.

“(Y/N), wakey wakey, it's time to go to our room.” Chigiri smiles slightly as he leans down by your side and gently pats your shoulder.

“Don't wanna…” you mumbled out a protest without even opening your eyes to look at your boyfriend, remaining in your position.

“Come on, we can't stay out here the whole night, It's starting to get cold.” He tried to reason, nudging you a bit.

“You can't just fall asleep here. What if you freeze to death in your sleep?” He's not exactly joking about that either, autumn is just around the corner.

“The night's getting colder, so we really need to go.”

“Carry me.” You said opening your eyes to stare at the pink haired boy.

He sighs in annoyance

“Really? You're making me do this?” He sighs again, and crouches down beside you without waiting for your reply.

He picks you up in his arms and stands back up, carrying you bridal style.

You wrapped your arms around Chigiri and fell back asleep, snuggling in his arms.

They're so cute when they're so sleepy

Chigiri blushes slightly at that thought and carries you off of the roof, cradling you and bringing you over to your room.

How can they be so cute, even when they're asleep?

He chuckles softly as he enters the room, closing the door behind him.

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Chigiri looks at you, noticing that you've already drifted off to sleep in his arms.

"You're the definition of adorable and cute, (Y/N)... I swear, my heart skips a beat every time I look at you."

He chuckles softly as he continues to quietly admire your sleeping form before letting sleep take over him.

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SLEEP TALK |CHIGIRI HYOMA

Nestled together in the warmth of Chigiri's bed, you and Chigiri lay entwined, as you both slept in each other's embrace.

As you slept, you began to mumble in your sleep, your words barely coherent but enough to stir Chigiri from his own dreams. His pink eyes blinked open, and he turned his gaze to you, a soft smile forming as he watched you sleep peacefully.

As you slept soundly in Chigiri's arms, your breathing steady and calm, you suddenly mumbled in your sleep. “Talking... Mr Cheese Man…”

Chigiri couldn't help but chuckle at the nonsensical words that escaped your lips. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face and whispered, “Mr Cheese Man, huh? What's he saying?”

You continued to murmur in your sleep, your brows furrowing slightly. “Can I eat you since you're made out of cheese?”

Chigiri burst into laughter, unable to contain himself. He shook his head, a fond smile on his face. “No, you cannot eat me, (Y/N).”

You mumbled something unintelligible in response. Chigiri couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for his endearing partner.

Leaning in, Chigiri gently kissed your forehead. “If anything,” he whispered, “I'd be happy to eat you.”

With those words, he pulled you even closer, your brows furrowing as if you were trying to make sense of Chigiri's response. “Nooo… I'm too young to die,” you mumbled.

Chigiri couldn't help but laugh again, his heart swelling with affection for the person who had stolen his heart. He couldn't help but chuckle softly, his lips grazing your ear.

“Don't worry, (Y/N). I promise not to eat you anytime soon, (not in the way you’re dreaming about right now anyways…) ”

You let out a contented sigh and snuggled closer, your mumbling soon stopped. Chigiri pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight, my Love.” Chigiri soon drifted off to sleep, holding his lover in his arms.