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lowlylux · 4 months ago

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I Love You (That’s All I Really Know)

Ships: HeiKazuScara/ZhongChiLuc/Kaebedo/Beiguang

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Summary: Over eight months after disaster threatened their lives, various individuals are finally able to breathe and appreciate the people they love.

Word count: 3.3k

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Note: Can be read standalone or as a sequel one shot to a long fic of mine…I forgot to post this on Valentine’s Day whoopsies

"Did you actually make a reservation this time?" Kazuha asks gently, smiling as Heizou darts around, frantically trying to gather the last few items he’s convinced they need. The other man doesn’t answer, still rummaging for something. "Heizou?"

"Did you move it?"

"Move what?"

"The box!" Heizou says, gesturing with his hands. "You know... small, rectangular... uh..."

"The purple one?" Kazuha asks, stepping closer. "You're looking for that?"

"Yes!" Heizou exclaims, bouncing toward Kazuha in excitement. "Did you see it?"

"It’s on the kitchen table, Heizou," Kazuha says with a soft laugh, his eyes crinkling as he watches his boyfriend in a cute, frazzled state. "You put it there, remember?"

Heizou pauses, his eyes widening as the realization hits. "Oh."

Kazuha laughs harder, pulling Heizou into a quick kiss. "You need to calm down."

"I’m calm," Heizou insists, melting into Kazuha’s embrace. He loves it when Kazuha pets his hair, just like he loves when Scaramouche nuzzles into him when he’s stressed. It’s a trick both men know how to use against him. "I’m totally calm."

"Sure," Kazuha murmurs, pressing a kiss to Heizou's temple. "Is it because this is Scara's first Valentine’s with us?"

"He was here last Valentine’s."

"Fine then, his first Valentine’s with us?"

Heizou stiffens, refusing to answer. Kazuha, of course, takes this opportunity to shower him with affection with small, sweet kisses everywhere, making Heizou melt into a puddle. It’s the kind of affection Heizou could never resist, no matter how hard he tried.

"Kazu..."

"Heizou," Kazuha says carefully, now trailing feather-light kisses along his boyfriend's throat. "Everything will be alright."

"I know..."

"Good," Kazuha mutters, cupping Heizou’s face just to place a slow, tender kiss on his lips. They stand there for a long moment, savoring the peace of each other’s company. It’s not about passion today, and neither of them wants that. They simply want to be in this moment, together, on a day that’s meant for them.

They separate but don’t move away, leaning their foreheads together. Heizou smiles, closing his eyes to let the world fade, leaving just Kazuha’s presence. "So it’s on the table?"

Kazuha chuckles, his eyes fluttering open to reveal their depth, taking Heizou’s breath away. It's as if Heizou’s seeing Kazuha anew—the beauty of the man before him never fails to take his heart by surprise. "Yes, Heizou, it’s on the table."

"Brilliant," Heizou says, pressing another soft kiss to Kazuha’s lips. "Thank you, Kazuha."

"Someone had to snap you out of it."

Heizou responds with another kiss before dashing off to the kitchen. Kazuha watches him go, a smile never leaving his face. He treasures these quiet moments, these peaceful, perfectly domestic moments that feel like a little piece of heaven.

"By the way, have you seen Scaramouche?"

And just like that, the perfect moment is gone.

●•·•●

“Childe, don't you dare…”

The demon whines as he is once again ushered away, not even allowed to taste the delicacy his boyfriend is making. It is not a common situation where Diluc cooks…but when he does, Childe loves it. He stares up at his boyfriend, leaning on the counter, eyes full of adoration.

“Childe…” says a voice from behind him, causing the demon to jump before he realizes just who was speaking. He looks behind himself, smiling at Zhongli. “Perhaps you should leave him alone?”

“But I don't want to…” Childe pouts, loving every second of his interaction. “I’d be the same way if you were cooking you know.”

“Yes, but I never let you get to me.”

“And I do?”

“That’s not what I’m saying Diluc,” Zhongli says carefully, grabbing Childe and pulling the demon into an embrace. “Just that you simply need a bit more quiet while cooking.”

“I mean, you're not entirely wrong about that.”

“Then it's settled,” Zhongli says in a way that causes his chest to rumble. Childe relishes in it, leaning into his angel with a soft smile. His angel holds him tighter before expertly dragging him away, much to Childe’s dismay.

The demon playfully whines as Zhongli takes him away, not even bothering to stop him. Why would he? He likes this, how all three of them are. It's nice…calming actually.

The two find themselves cuddling on the sofa, a fact that Childe wonders what led them to this. Truthfully, he does not know how it happened. One minute Zhongli was dragging him away, and the next he and Zhongli were completely in each other’s personal space.

Childe smiles softly, adjusting himself so that he is straddling his boyfriend. Not wanting anything much more than attention, he simply finds this far easier to obtain his end goal “This is nice.”

“Yes.”

“Do you really have to be in the Angelic Realm so much?” Childe asks with a pout before burying his face in Zhongli’s shoulder. He nuzzles into it, smiling as he does so. “We both always miss you.”

“I try to come down as much as I can,” Zhongli mutters softly, moving Childe so that they can look at each other. The Angel takes the chance to kiss his demon’s forehead, holding Childe’s face as he does so. “It's been difficult since the incident.”

Childe’s face drops, immediately frowning at the reminder. “We don't talk about it.”

“Perhaps you two should.”

“We did when it happened,” Childe says softly, leaning into Zhongli’s hold with a sigh. “We talked so much…and then we just stopped.”

“Did you say what needed to be said?”

Childe nods carefully.

Zhongli just smiles, pulling his demon into a soft embrace. They stay there for a moment before the angel kisses the top of Childe’s head. “Good.”

Childe flushes, not quite knowing why. He stares up at Zhongli with his mouth agape, heart fluttering in an odd way. His mouth feels dry. It almost feels like when he first realized the strange angel that took a liking to his witch was actually attractive, a never-ending reminder of everything.

“Childe, do you want to taste test the sauce?”

Childe immediately leaps out of Zhongli’s grip, darting toward the kitchen before skidding to a halt. He pauses, turning toward Zhongli with a tilt of his head before rushing back. He grabs Zhongli’s face, relishing in how warm his angel is. In a quick motion, he kisses the angel, allowing himself to get lost in it for a good while because this…this is good.

Because Childe loves being with Diluc and Zhongli.

●•·•●

“Albedo?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re sitting on the remote.”

“Oh…”

The demon shifts, stretching his long limbs, and Kaeya swiftly snatches the remote from under him, sparing himself from the never-ending question that Netflix loves to ask at the most inconvenient times. He could have easily ignored it, but honestly, the silence is sometimes not as welcomed as he would like to admit. If they simply want to watch television until their minds and bodies are thoroughly exhausted, then so be it.

Kaeya nuzzles into Albedo’s back, adjusting his position as he settles deeper into the cool embrace of his demon. He doesn't mind the coldness that radiates from Albedo's body; if anything, he finds it oddly comforting, like the steady presence of a familiar constant. He adores it, the distinct scent of cecilias, that sweet and earthy floral note that seems to cling to the air around him, and the ever-present hint of fresh grass. Together, they make up a scent that Kaeya has come to associate with nothing else but him. It’s a scent he has come to adore, something he never wants to be without.

Albedo shifts, allowing Kaeya to settle more comfortably against him. His movements are subtle but deliberate, making space for Kaeya to truly feel as comfortable as possible. With a soft smile, Kaeya wraps an arm around his middle, content to simply be there, in that small moment where nothing else matters.

“Are you liking the movie?” Kaeya asks softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. He’s not entirely sure what kind of conversation Albedo would enjoy at this moment, but he hopes that asking something simple might break the silence.

“It’s…” Albedo trails off, seemingly unsure of how to respond. “It’s fine, Kaeya. Really.”

Kaeya frowns, slightly disappointed but not overly surprised. He had known something was off before the words even left Albedo’s lips. He moves further onto Albedo’s back, his chin coming to rest gently on the other’s shoulder so that he can catch a better glimpse of Albedo’s face. It’s the best view he’s going to get in this position unless he moves entirely, but that would disturb the serenity of the moment. And honestly, he doesn’t want to move. Not right now.

“Are you okay?” Kaeya asks, his voice quieter this time, laced with concern. His fingers tighten slightly around the fabric of Albedo’s shirt as he waits for a response.

“I’m tired,” Albedo mutters, his voice a little strained as he tries to sit up straighter, unwilling to disturb Kaeya’s comfort. “Interacting with those demons today was… difficult.”

Kaeya’s heart tightens at the mention of their earlier adventure. The longing in Albedo’s eyes…it’s something he wishes not to think about but it always likes to lurk in his mind.

“Do you miss it?” Kaeya asks, his voice softer than before, as if afraid of the answer.

“Hmm?”

“The Demonic Realm…do you miss it?”

Albedo pauses. For a long moment, there is only the sound of the movie playing in the background, filling the space between them with its casual banter. Albedo lets out a sigh, the weight of his thoughts sinking in. “Yes,” he admits, his voice low. “I do miss it.”

Kaeya’s grip tightens instinctively, his fingers brushing against Albedo’s cool skin. “Do you want me to let you go?”

The words hang in the air, heavy with meaning, and Kaeya holds his breath, waiting. He’s not sure if he’s ready to hear the answer, though part of him knows what Albedo might say.

Albedo is quiet for a moment, letting the silence stretch between them before answering, “No.”

Kaeya exhales, a breath he didn’t even realize he had been holding. He rests his forehead against Albedo’s shoulder, feeling the coolness of his skin and the gentle rhythm of his breathing. In this moment, he feels completely surrounded by Albedo—by his coldness, his scent, his presence. Every part of him is here, with Kaeya, and it’s enough.

He pulls Albedo just a little closer, feeling the steady warmth of their connection. These quiet moments, nestled between the chaos of their adventures, are what Kaeya cherishes most. In a world filled with uncertainty, there is something so profoundly peaceful about being able to just exist together, without the need for words or explanations.

“Good.”

●•·•●

“You haven’t touched your wine.”

Ningguang’s voice is soft, her gaze steady as she watches her wife across the table. Beidou is completely still, her attention fully captivated by the woman sitting before her. Tonight, Ningguang is the very definition of elegance, her golden accents adorning her outfit catching the light just so. She looks like she was born to be royalty, and Beidou can’t help but admire her in that way that only a wife can…endlessly, thoroughly, and lovingly.

“I don’t want to be drunk tonight,” Beidou murmurs, her voice carrying a quiet tenderness as she looks up from her wine glass to meet Ningguang’s gaze. The words come with the quiet understanding that this evening is not about indulgence or revelry, but simply being together, in this moment. “You look beautiful tonight, did you know that?”

Ningguang smiles, her lips curving just enough to show the affection she feels. "You’ve said that already tonight."

“And I’ll continue to say it,” Beidou replies, her tone light yet sincere. There’s no need to focus on the food, nothing on the menu stands out to her tonight anyway. She chose the place, but her attention is fully consumed by the woman before her. The glowing beauty of Ningguang’s presence is more than enough to fill the space between them.

"I thought this place was nicer," Beidou says, her words tinged with mild disappointment as she looks around. The ambiance is lovely, but something about it doesn’t quite sit right.

“Beidou, it’s beautiful,” Ningguang responds, her voice smooth, the warmth of her words cutting through any lingering discomfort. Her gaze remains soft, a quiet reassurance in her eyes.

“Sure, the decorations are nice,” Beidou shrugs casually, her shoulders lifting in a motion that speaks far more than her words ever could. “But I’m not a fan of everything else. The service is awful.”

“Not every restaurant will be like Xiangling’s,” Ningguang points out, her voice playful, a little teasing.

"Maybe they should be," Beidou mutters and her words bring a genuine laugh from Ningguang. It’s the kind of laugh that makes Beidou’s heart warm. It’s a sound that always brings her back to the first time she’d heard it when she had clumsily tried to be funny and compared it to the sound of a bell. It had been embarrassing…she had been trying so hard to impress. Ningguang hadn’t taken the comparison well, but somehow, here they are, two years later, and that laugh still makes Beidou smile every time.

It still baffles her, sometimes. Everyone had told her that Ningguang was untouchable, that someone like her would never be with someone like Beidou. And yet, here they are. A ring on her finger, sitting across from her gorgeous wife, who still manages to make Beidou feel like the luckiest woman alive.

Beidou’s eyes flicker over Ningguang again, the woman's long fingers resting elegantly on the table, adorned with rings etched with intricate, delicate symbols. At first, Beidou had thought the rings strange, but now, knowing they were imbued with spells, crafted with both purpose and beauty, she finds them impossibly attractive. How Ningguang can wield such power, such magic, with nothing more than the graceful wave of her hand, still amazes her. And to think that such a brilliant mind could belong to someone who looks so effortlessly perfect. Beidou feels it every day, that awe she holds for her.

She can’t help herself, really, she smiles softly as she takes in the details. The way Ningguang’s hair shimmers in the light, the subtle curve of her jawline, the gentle elegance in the way she moves. It’s moments like this, with the quiet hum of the restaurant in the background, that Beidou feels the weight of her love for Ningguang, how every little detail of the woman before her is etched into her heart.

“And you’re still not eating,” Ningguang observes, a soft, knowing tone slipping into her words. She leans forward, her gaze soft, almost concerned. “Do you really not like it?”

Beidou shrugs again, this time more deliberately, but her smile never falters. "This place is fine... and it’s where you said you wanted to go.”

Ningguang sighs the soft sound a mixture of exasperation and affection. She reaches across the table, taking Beidou’s hands into her own, squeezing them gently. "I love you, Beidou," she says quietly, her voice sincere, her eyes filled with warmth. "But if we don’t get out of here soon, I fear you’re going to starve for the night. You’re right…the menu is awful."

And that, of course, makes Beidou smile even brighter, her heart lifting at the feeling of Ningguang’s hands in hers. She intertwines their fingers, holding onto the moment, knowing that nothing could make this time with her wife less than perfect. "I love you too… Yeah, let’s go."

They stand, their movements synchronizing as they prepare to leave the restaurant behind, but neither of them hurries as there is no rush. No matter where they go, so long as they are together, that is all that matters. The outside world can wait for them, but for now, it is only the two of them in this quiet, perfect bubble of love.

●•·•●

Scaramouche does not know where the time went. One moment he was slipping out for a few moments, fully intending to return. The next he was left realizing that the sun had already set and the bulk of the day was gone, fully escaping him. A day he is sure his friends have appreciated…a day he has missed.

The moment he opens the front door, he is greeted with arms encasing him, tugging him inside with incessant need. “Where have you been?” Kazuha asks, separating from him so that he can get a good look at the demon. “We’ve been worried sick!”

Scaramouche looks away for a moment, guilt seeping into his very being. His wings droop, a detail that Kazuha does not miss. The human’s gaze traces over the many pairs, watching as the light reflects off the pure white.

“I visited Ei.”

“You went to the Angelic Realm?” Kazuha asks in concern. “Why?”

“I wanted to make sure she was alright,” Scaramouche mutters, refusing to look Kazuha in the eye. “We don't celebrate Valentine’s Day like humans do but…Miko did like human customs to an extent.”

Kazuha smiles softly, pulling Scaramouche into a soft yet firm embrace. They stand there a good long while, just appreciating the other’s presence in a way that they have been indulging in far too often as of late. When they finally move away from each other, they only do so because of the soft rumbling of Scaramouche’s stomach.

“Heizou’s in our room.”

Scaramouche nods, cheeks flushed as he makes his way upstairs into their collectively shared bedroom. The door creaks as he opens it slowly, yet it does not perturb him. No, the image of Heizou curling in on himself on their bed, hugging a pillow is currently taking all of his attention.

The angel moves quickly, going to Heizou’s side in an instant. He softly grasps the man’s face, placing soft kisses on his face. “I’m sorry that we missed our reservation.”

Heizou’s face scrunches up at the mention of the reservation. He sits up, careful to accommodate the fact that Scaramouche is practically intertwined with him at this point. “I didn't care about the reservation…well, I did…but I just wanted today to be special.”

“If it makes you feel better, I was trying to help my mom today.”

Heizou’s grin widens, his constant badgering actually causing something to become a reality. “You did?”

Scaramouche nods, finally placing a kiss on his human’s lips. “And, I like being with you two anyways, I didn't need a fancy restaurant.”

“You’re so cheesy,” Heizou teases, causing both of them to grin. “We’re ordering in then?”

“Sounds good.”

“Oh wait,” Heizou says, lightly pushing Scaramouche away so that he can scurry off the bed. With shaking hands he grabs a small, rectangular box from their shared desk, excitedly showing it off to his angel. “I got you something.”

“But I didn't…”

“It’s okay…we just wanted to give you this.”

Scaramouche tilts his head for a moment. “Do you want to grab Kazuha?”

But Heizou shakes his head.

Scaramouche hesitantly grabs the lid of the box, opening it only to gasp. Neatly placed in the middle of purple velvet cushions are two golden feather pendants, both extremely unique. Lines overwhelm the designs, ensuring that neither looks similar to the other but still goes well together. A set, that is what this is. And, glancing at his own feather that Heizou gladly wears ever since he presented it to him, Scaramouche knows exactly where they got inspiration.

Heizou smiles softly, holding Scaramouche’s hands. “We don't have feathers like you, but I thought it would be nice to return the favor.”

“They're beautiful Heizou…thank you.”

“You were the one who started it,” Heizou says with a small laugh. He tilts his head, a very large smile present on his face as he stares at his angel adoringly. “What kind of jewelry are you making with them?”

“I don't know yet.”

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