#ajaxs stuff

[huxleaf]

Lasko is just me when I'm not on my anxiety meds

[ataraxixx]

don't listen to him

[lyney-s-bitch]

how about headcanons about some of the genshin boys‘ reaction to you squirting? I’d like to see diluc, tartaglia, kazuha, cyno, xiao, tighnari, alhaitham and scaramouche ;)

hello luv~

I will split my Genshin writing debut (aka this request) into two parts due to the amount of characters, so enjoy pt. 1 for now!!

EDIT: pt. 2 is up!!

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Genshin boys reacting to you squirting for the first time (nsfw) || pt.1

Diluc

• mans is dumbfounded (and kinda in awe)

• he looks up at you and blinks a few times, parts of his face covered in splatters of your slick

• "Well.. That’s new" he remarks, still processing what just happened while absentmindedly swiping his thumb across his bottom lip

• and you can bet your ass he’s going to make an effort to recall and memorize exactly what he did to get you there

• might even ask you what it was that you especially liked this time (he’ll wait until you’ve calmed down from your high before interrogating you though, he’s not a monster)

• and once he deems you ready for more, he will put his new hypothesis to the test right away bc he definitely wants you to do it again

• he’s a clean man and generally prefers not to get too messy, but in this case he doesn’t mind putting in some extra work for the cleanup after

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Childe/Tartaglia

• this man did it on purpose, 1000%

• not surprised in the slightest, but visibly elated at the fact that he finally got his sweet, innocent (on the outside at least-) girlie to squirt for him

• yes, he had been working towards it ever since you first started getting intimate with each other

• he’s an ambitious guy, training and practicing to get better at everything he does, and sex with his girlie is no different

• he can be a huge jerk, both in the streets and in the sheets, but in the end your pleasure and enjoyment is definitely top priority

• and what will he do now that he’s achieved this goal? why of course he’ll keep adding onto it to keep maximizing your pleasure

• meaning overstimulation all the way baby, now even more than usual

• he always enjoys your whining and begging, even more so when you’re crying because everything is just too much

• but he will always just shush you with a smile, kissing away your tears and cooing "I know baby, I know… but you’ll need to bear with it for just a while longer, yeah? Do it for me angel"

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Tighnari

• "Oh? I didn’t know females could do that too. You must’ve enjoyed yourself a lot just now, darling" the man with the fox ears purrs, visibly fascinated

• he assumes you didn’t know you could do that either, else you surely would’ve told him before, right?

• meaning he’ll have to find out himself how to please you in a way that gets you this ecstatic again

• like Diluc, he’ll inquire what it was that you particularly enjoyed

• he’s more… detailed with his inquisitions though, and very prone to experiment

• he’ll be trying out variations of "methods" and techniques on you, curious to explore the various reactions he is able to draw from you

• and yes, he does take notes. actual notes.

• so congrats, you just managed to become the Forest Watcher Academic’s #1 test subject and are in for a LOT of fun (and work😭😭👋🏼)

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Kazuha

• "Mmm such a good girl for me.. You did so well my love"

• a very humble man, not smug about being the source of your immense pleasure (ofc he’s still somewhat proud tho)

• will thoroughly lick you clean and then scoop you up into his lap to pull you into a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself on his sinful tongue (quite the generous gesture, seeing as he himself loves the taste of you so much)

• will try to get you to squirt for him again in the future, but doesn’t make it his main goal

• he prefers to just enjoy the moment and the emotional intimacy between the two of you, a "goal" such as this would only sully the act for him

• he’s an extremely attentive lover in general, picking up on every little reaction you offer him upon his touch, so you will enjoy yourself to the fullest every time, whether you squirt or not

• on a side note: if you were to specifically ask him to make you squirt again, he will. he now definitely knows how, and who is he to deny his love the pleasure she wishes for?

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

two years. it's been two years since you appeared in Teyvat, the world you're supposedly the Creator of- two years since you were torn away from friends, family, and everything you've ever known to be thrown into a game you liked to play. two years since you woke up in a sunny grass field, the familiar hills of Mondstadt greeting you as you opened your eyes.

two years since you first found yourself under the blade of characters you adored, hatred and fury in their eyes, and they only continued to hunt you when you escaped by the skin of your teeth the first time, then the second, and third.

the first year was terrible, filled with fear and hunger and the thick blood that fell whenever your skin was broken, gleaming an odd golden color- the darkness of life only broken by a chance meeting with one of the most battle hungry people of Teyvat- your favorite Harbinger, the Young Lord Tartaglia

except, he wasn't Tartaglia, at least not his human form. instead you met Foul Legacy, who had been searching for you ever since you arrived, the Abyssal corruption in his blood lowering to a soft hum in your presence, and the way his single eye shone with delight upon seeing you allowed your heart hope, just a little bit.

now arrives the second year you've spent in Teyvat- instinctively you remember the month and day, although not quite the hour, and awaken to Foul Legacy snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, purring and crooning when he sees your eyes slowly blink open. he nudges your hands gently, claws tracing over the innumerable scars you've received whilst being hunted and tracked by nonbelievers- but Foul Legacy knows. he knows who you are, has heard your voice during weekly sparring sessions, and he's determined to protect you.

when he dips his head to press his maw against the back of your hand, you know Tartaglia is there, too.

your smiles are rare, but less so around Foul Legacy, and you give him one now, met with a joyful chirp and a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist. the first year was terrible- but the second year was bearable. perhaps this year, the third, will be the one where you stop merely surviving in Tevyat and begin to live with Foul Legacy at your side.

[dragon-chica]

Ajax Petropolus - Winter Months

Fandom: Wednesday

You guys are making me THINK, but I've opened this can of worms and I will lie in it. Inquire away.

He doesn't hibernate, but really wishes he did. Ajax gets extremely lethargic once mid-late November hits.

He already isn't super active, but now he has half of his genetics telling him he should sleep for months straight everything feels like the most exhausting thing in the world.

His movements are sluggish, his thoughts are sluggish, he feels half baked but without the fun of it. His snakes even droop, he has been so out of it he's forgotten to put his beanie on before he left for class and nothing even happened before someone caught it.

I can see teachers giving a bit more leeway (to an extent) to Gorgons during the colder months because there's no way to prevent this or help it, even in warmer climates it's rather inevitable.

Coffee and energy drinks on tap, you an Xavier carry extra cans for him to stay conscious.

The moment he hits a bed that's it. A warm blanket tucked around him, soft pillows, he lets out a sigh and goes into a deep sleep immediately, he lays completely still and you have to watch so closely to see that he's even breathing.

Also so weak to any heat source, against Xavier's warnings you let him lean on you during lunch since he is having such a hard time trying to stay awake.

Ajax losely wrapped his arms around your waist and tucked his face into your shoulder and was out like a light in seconds. A few of his snakes drifted out of his beanie and curled up against your collarbone too. You spend over twenty minutes trying to wake him up and almost dragged him to the infirmary.

He finally mumbles that he's comfortable and warm and pleads that you don't make him get up.

[anonbinaryweirdo]

Childe is honestly such a child (<- very well known fact)

Scratch that, Ajax is such a child.

I feel like if you were out together, and the streets of wherever you are were busy, his hand would always be seeking yours out--scratch that, it doesn't even leave yours. He definitely pouts a little when you have to let it go for something,,, and will try and urge you to hold his hand again

I can imagine him going all wide eyed and excited when he sees something, tugging on your hand and pointing obnoxiously at it, "[Name], [Name], look!" asking a thousand and one questions at once with wide blue eyes, and you could have sworn in that moment you saw a sparkle form in the corners,,, could have just been your imagination, thou

"Do you know what this is?" "What does it do?" "I haven't seen any of these in Snezhnaya before..." (assuming you're not already there) "Can I touch it? I'm gonna touch it." "What do you think about it? Pretty neat, isn't it?" "Can we take it back with us? Please?" "Can I use it to fight?"

It's honestly so cute,,, he may be this harbinger with an ongoing, unsatisfied lust for battle, but these moments are always ones to be cherished,,, does he know how adorable he is? Maybe, maybe not.

I also feel like he likes the sound of your heartbeat! Laying on your chest is a must; it's one of the moments where he's so unfamiliarly quiet and vulnerable, and not constantly on his guard, waiting for an excuse to fight something. The soft beating of your heart against your rib cage is so soothing to him, it's like a recharge. He'll keep his freckled cheek pressed against your chest for as long as he wants you let him. Play with his hair, too, and his eyelids will be getting heavy in no time :D

You're a teddy now. You did this to yourself when you first let him really hold you. His strong arms are always going to be wrapped so tightly around you,,, you might want to go pee beforehand. There's no guarantee he'll let you go. "Ajax, I have to pee-" "Mmmm, no you don't." "???"

No one to blame but yourself (<- Ajax probably)

You are his safe place, even when he's away from home--hell, even if/when you do go to Snezhnaya together, you're still his anchor, the peace to all the chaos, the person to unconditionally clean his wounds and take care of him

He hasn't truly gotten to be a child since he was fourteen, but with you? He can make up for it all, even if he is a grown ass man, just as long as you let him :D He loves you sm it's unreal <\3

this is a childe hate page btw i hate him ewwww gags barfs

[dkniade]

I’m trying to strengthen an argument about how Childe’s demo theme (Letter From Ajax) maps out his character story and THE PIANO MOTIF IS STILL THERE EVEN BENEATH ALL THAT GUITAR+CRASH CYMBALS+DRUMS

I don’t know which part of him it symbolizes but the fact that it’s consistent is surprising considering all the mess on top

[ddarker-dreams]

The Stranger. Yan Childe x F Reader [COMM]

Warnings: Yandere themes and unhealthy relationships. Word count: 3k.

Soulmate AU. 

Growing up, your mother always told you to be wary around strangers.

You can’t blame her for instilling this value in you. That was when your small family was located in Fontaine — a place where the cities were crowded with steam and people in equal amounts. Con artists flaunting their latest ‘world-changing’ inventions that coughed up suspicious amounts of steam and vendors promising their snake oil solutions that would cure any ailment could be found in abundance. Your mother would hurry you along, urging you not to pay these people the time of day, and you obeyed without question.

It wasn’t until you fled to Mondstadt in your later years that you challenged this notion.

The people here lived in leisure. Most were content with their lot, so long as they had warm food to fill their belly and a pint of ale to wash it down. Your mother still locked the doors before turning in for the night, she claimed it was to stop your father from finding you. No one else did the same, for generational bonds ran deep here. Everyone knew each other since they were in diapers, as did their parents, and their parent’s parents. The idyllic way of life was contagious — it wasn’t long before you caught the bug too. Once your mom passed, and could no longer remind you to lock the door, the ritual faded into obscurity.

Mondstadt’s citizens have always been good to my brother and I, you’d think. I have no reason to distrust them.

And so you didn’t.

There was only a single tradition that your mother passed down that you dutifully fulfilled. That would be your habit of wearing gloves long enough to obscure the name that’s been on your wrist since you were born. The word ‘soulmate’ was the popular adage to describe the phenomena, but your mother warned against taking the description at face value. For every joy in this world, there must be an equal amount of despair, lest things fall into disarray.

“They love us enough to make up for the love we don’t hold for them, ten times over,” she’d tell you, always pulling the glove down enough to cover what everyone else your age would brag about and joyfully show off. You didn’t understand at the time, but you felt her fanaticism through her jerky movements and clipped speech. It bled through like dye when white and dark laundry is mixed. That stain was enough to leave a lasting impression, whereas others faded away into obscurity.

The person currently standing beneath your doorway makes you wonder if your mother was truly right in everything she enforced.

She’d gladly tell you so, had she still been around. But she wasn’t. You were the adult in charge of the house now, the person who called the shots. Your younger brother knows this, which is why he pleads the stranger’s case on his behalf, quite ardently at that.

“You said I’d get a cold if I went in the rain!” The little boy, Elias, implores. Children always have a knack for remembering your words at the worst of times. “What if mister gets a cold, and no one is there to help him? A-And he really needs help?”

A flash of lightning illuminates the towering figure’s silhouette outside. His strange array of gray clothes sticks to his body, water droplets gathering at the apex of the crimson mask sitting on the side of his head, then falling to form a puddle on the floor. Your eyes meet his in an unspoken struggle that wasn’t meant for a child’s ears. Though the height he has over you might be imposing, his face itself is far from it. He has an almost sheepish smile, rosy cheeks, and shoulders pinched together in a way that reminds you of a teenage boy ready to stumble over a love confession.

“I really would hate to impose,” he says, and it sounds like he means it too. “Would it be alright if I just stayed beneath your porch until the worst of it lets up?”

Both you and Elias look at the poor excuse of a ‘porch’ that he speaks of. The wooden overhang has enough holes that you can safely compare it to swiss cheese, taking a few steps back and withstanding the full brunt of the storm wouldn’t be much different than if you were to beneath it. He must be cognizant of the detail, you reason, as the humble suggestion all but puts Elias into a fit of hysterics.

He’s always been such a sweet and gentle child — if one of his stuffed animals ever tore, he’d kiss it better, the same way you would for him when he got a bruise or cut. He’d then hold onto the little paw while you fixed the tear with your needle and thread, reassuring them that ‘they’d be better soon, once Doctor [First] was finished.’

If that was the heart he had for an inanimate object, what more care would he have for a living, breathing human in supposed need?

“If mister has to stay outside, I’ll stay outside too,” Elias declares. He leaves your side and goes to join the stranger in protest. You gape, much like a fish, uncertain if you should feel proud of Elias’ compassion or horrified by the problem developing. The pendulum swung back and forth between the two, more so toward the latter than the former.

The stranger kneels down, allowing himself to be at eye level with Elias. “While I appreciate what you’re trying to do for me, it’s important to always listen to your big sister first, okay? She’s just looking out for you.”

You observe the interaction with a twitching eye and hands balled into fists.

“But… but…” Elias’ lower lip trembles. He takes a moment to regain himself, his voice soft. “Mister was nice and gave me and my friends lots of toys. I don’t want you to get a cold.”

“While it’s true kids shouldn’t go out in the rain because they might get a cold, I’m an adult. I should be okay even if I do get one. What matters most is making sure you don’t upset your sister. That is something you should never do, ever ever. After all, there’s nothing that matters more than family, is there?”

Elias considers his words then sighs, his cheeks puffed out from having failed to achieve his goal. “... No. Not even sweets.”

The stranger laughs at that. “Not even sweets. Good, good.”

He stands back to his full height and you’re reminded of just how outclassed you are.

“You have my sincerest apologies for disrupting your evening like this,” he places a hand over his heart and smiles, almost sadly. “I’ll be on my way now. Take care, Elias. It was nice meeting you. Be a good friend to Mr. Cyclops.”

The most this earns is a weak “I will,” spoken in between sniffles. You place your hand on Elias’ shoulder and urge him inside, while the stranger at the doorstep prepares to leave, true to his word. It could be your imagination, but you swear his pupils flit downward to your wrist for the briefest instant. His lip twitches. Before you can think much else of it, he turns around, preparing to head off.

Elias presses his head into your skirt to hide his tears, his heart burdened with the weight of another’s plight. Your fingernails dig into the soft flesh of your palms. How would this impact Elias in the future? Would he be afraid to bring his friends to you if they needed help?

How do you explain to him that this particular stranger is one to be wary of, without casting suspicion over everyone else he doesn’t know yet? Briefly, the face of your frantic mother flashes through your mind. She’d know what to do. You only wish she lived long enough to teach you that herself.

“... You can stay,” you rush the words out like air from a blacksmith’s bellow. The retreating figure stills yet doesn’t turn, urging you to elaborate on your invitation to his back. “We have some old clothes you should be able to fit into. In the meantime, would you mind waiting outside a while longer? The wood in this house is old and prone to growing mold.”

You wonder what sort of expression adorns his face while you’re unable to see it.

There’s a pause, and then he pivots, returning to his former spot without needing to walk more than a few paces. That was all the time you needed for guilt to outweigh the other factors on your mind. Elias lets out a victorious cheer, wiping his glassy eyes with his too-long sleeves that you require hemming.

To buy yourself a few minutes alone, you assign Elias a quest that should keep him occupied.

“Eli, you know the trunk where mommy kept her things? There are some of dad’s old clothes in there. Could you grab some for me?”

Elias nods his head, determination strong on his otherwise soft face. He promises the stranger that he’ll be right back, then takes off, only slowing down when you remind him not to run inside the house. Once you ensure he’s out of earshot, you give your full attention to the man standing at the doorway. Your countenance shifts from careful neutrality to suspicion that, if he notices, he chooses not to comment on.

“You’re a real lifesaver, I thought I might drown out there,” he begins. When the mood fails to lighten at his jest, he tries another angle. “Ah, I can’t believe I haven’t introduced myself. I’m—”

“I know who you are,” you cut off sharply. He blinks, seemingly unbothered by your hostility. He then gives what you think might be the most genuine smile of the night. “You’re one of those Fatui that go around causing trouble for anyone and everyone. Well, I won’t be having that under my roof. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, trying to manipulate my brother like that. I don’t know what your game is here — nor do I care to find out. So just take the change of clothes and leave when the rain settles. Got it?”

That wiped the smile off his face. Unfortunately, it’s replaced by something infinitely worse; a smirk that you’d love to get rid of just as fast.

He whistles. “Wow, and I thought my homeland was cold. That must be the closest I’ve ever come to actually developing hypothermia. On my honor — hey, don’t roll your eyes — I swear I’m not up to anything nefarious here.”

“You just make a habit out of waltzing into people’s homes, then?”

“Well, in my defense, I didn’t realize this was a home,” he puts his hands up. You narrow your eyes, unconvinced. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m a bit out of my element in this nation. This quaint little house is a ways off from any other civilization and there weren’t any lights visible from the outside.”

Your cheeks warm at this and your haughtiness melts like the wax you couldn’t afford. What didn’t count as a necessity, you tried to do without. Having candles lit around the home didn’t put food on the table — the money you saved from forgoing their purchase did. A few bruises from bumbling around in the dark weren’t enough to sway you.

For the first time since you started conversing with him, he looks elsewhere. Notably, at the unused hearth behind your person. You follow his gaze and sigh.

“Our firewood isn't the best,” you admit. “I don’t bother getting the good stuff when it isn’t winter.”

“Heh. Your definition of winter is cute.”

He mutters a few unconvincing apologies after you give him a pointed look.

“I could always give it a try, with your permission, naturally. I feel the frostbite you inflicted upon me growing stronger by the second. I might just keel over on your porch if it isn’t treated promptly.”

“You think you can start a fire when you’re sopping wet?”

“I know I can. I’m a man of many talents.”

“... Right,” you drag the word out. You suppose he would need to come in eventually to get changed, so there’s no way around cleaning up the dripping mess that would inevitably make. Might as well let him in before his clothes collect even more water. You step to the side and he accepts the silent invitation to come in. He at least has the decorum to remove his muddy boots by the entrance.

This time, when you shut the door behind him, you lock it. Too little too late.

He immediately sets to work. You stand off to the side, your arms crossed over your chest, as you scrutinize his every movement. He removes his wet gloves and sets them aside. Next is rearranging the wood in a peculiar manner — it reminds you of what those Adventurers' Guild campsites look like — then he splits off a smaller piece of wood from the main logs as if it were butter. The casual demonstration of inhuman strength makes you frown.

He rubs the thinner piece in between his palms with enough fervor that, soon enough, smoke rises to reward his efforts. Then a spark. He fans the flames just enough to encourage it, and true to his word, a humble fire comes into existence.

“You don’t have to stand so far away. I might just take it personally if you do,” he accentuates his point by jutting his head in his direction. “There’s plenty of room over here.”

That’s an exaggeration and you both know it, the area wasn’t meant to occupy more than one person. Still, you can’t deny the hypnotizing quality that fire boasts, so you join him without protest, leaving as much space as you can. You overhear Elias through the thin walls shuffling through piles of old belongings you could never bring yourself to part with.

The fire crackles and shifts in a dance of its own design.

“You can look, y’know,” he suddenly speaks up, disrupting the temporary harmony. “I know you want to.”

“Pardon?”

He doesn’t turn to face you, keeping his gaze straight ahead. “At my wrist. I noticed you have a habit of avoiding the area with your eyes. I don’t know what your customs here are, but where I’m from, there’s no shame in taking a peek. I’m not the type to be easily offended.”

There was a certain playful lilt in his voice before that no longer exists. His words themselves are lighthearted, but the grave tone adds a dissonant effect that’s painful to the ears. You’ve always tried to push the frivolous thoughts about soulmates down someplace where they’d never resurface. The thought of falling hopelessly in love, while appealing to some, never did much for you. You think it would’ve been this way even without your mother’s influence. What if you lost a part of yourself when joining another?

You have Elias to take care of, and this dilapidated yet nostalgic home to maintain. They’re all you have in this world and all that you could possibly want. Some stranger that happens to have the same letters as your name on their wrist might endanger that, and the possibility alone gives you enough reason to avoid it.

It’s with this that you have the conviction to say: “I don’t need to look.”

A beat of silence passes.

“Well, I guess I don’t either, to be fair.”

Considering his former pushiness, you found it strange he decided to drop the topic just like that. He struck you as the type to persist until he got his way. The wording struck you as slightly odd too — was he intending to ask to see yours, only to decide against it? Whatever the reason behind the change was, you decide not to question it. You’ve already been through the humdrum explanation a thousand times with friends and prying strangers alike. They never seemed to understand why you didn’t share their enthusiasm for soulmates.

“Found it!” Elias exclaims from the other room. Quick footsteps come shuffling back in your direction not long after, the little host likely feeling bad for taking so long. He really was a sibling you could be proud of.

“Ah, I never did get to formally introduce myself, did I?” he muses, extending his arm, anticipating what you assume to be a handshake. “Most people call me Childe these days. Oh, there’s no need for you to tell me your name, I’m well aware. I’ve been familiar with it my entire life, actually.”

Before you can think to look away, he holds his wrist up tall and proud, his pale skin illuminated by the roaring fire’s warm glow.

The delicate letters of your name are inscribed on his wrist, faintly reminding you of a tombstone.

Your reaction is immediate. You stand to your feet, almost stumbling back while you do so, forgetting about a floorboard that’s slightly uneven compared to the rest. Elias enters the room not long after — and for once, you barely recognize his presence. You feel that it is you that’s been submerged with ice cold water from the mighty heaven’s above outpour, not this man. This man who you willingly let into your house despite all the warnings advising you against doing otherwise.

“Childe isn’t my actual name, though. It’s Ajax. Sound familiar?”

“How did you… when did you…?”

“Those of us with Visions have something called elemental sight,” he taps beside his right eye. “The name gives off the slightest elemental energy. How useful is that?”

There’s nothing warm about the room anymore. Winter has come, and he brought it.

“I got the clothes!” Elias informs, ambling over to Childe with excitement in each step. Childe accepts the outfit, thanks the starstruck boy, and ruffles his hair. You once again catch the makings of your name in a confirmation you could’ve done without. Never has a word brought you so much profound dread. 

“So, how long are you gonna stay with us, mister?” Elias asks.

Childe makes sure to maintain eye contact with you when he gives his answer.

“For as long as your sister will have me.”

[fluffy-ami]

something about the antihero and redeemable villain types of characters is just so heeheehahalsjfks- (doesn't even matter if they're constantly acting serious/tough, or bratty, or if they're a teasy little mf)

like, do i support some of their maybe-not-so-good actions at certain points in the story? no. have i forgiven some of them for said actions completely? also no. but do i wanna see them playfully tickled almost to death, turned into a giggly and blushy mess, absolutely wrecked in the most ridiculous, goofiest aah circumstances..?

um, well-

(P.S. bonus points if the character ends up discovering that they actually kinda enjoy it oop-🤭)

[dragon-hoard]

happy 14th birthday to my little old man Ajax!! cant post pics rn cause crap internet but I will when I get home

[pororoh]

Wednesday x Tyler: Instagram Edition (part 1/?)

[huxleaf]

hypersexual!darlin x hypersexual!sam envelopes every inch and crevice of my mind

[ataraxixx]

various recent ningagos to prove i do in fact draw things other than citrus .. i like the other characters too sometimes i swear‼️ also a really messy ras too

[slavhew]

theyre as silly as the music i listen to while drawing them

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

the idea about childe’s one earring actually being a part of a set he shares with you…………. remarkably unwell. the angst. the potential. the sweet reuniting and “you still have it?” “it was all i had left of you.” gonna be thinking about this forever i think.

you. you get it.

it's a token you always keep with you, some way or another, hanging it from your own ear or your neck if your ears are unpierced. it's a simple earring, really, made of a few beads and a scarlet crystal- and yet it's one of your most prized possessions. sometimes when you're particularly lonely you'll perch on the windowsill and fiddle with the red jewel, staring idly out at the gently falling snow

you're nervous when Ajax- Tartaglia- is scheduled to return. you've both grown so much, will he even still remember you? or will he brush you away in favor of more training, because it was always more training. you gulp nervously when you catch sight of that familiar head of ginger hair, gnawing on your tongue as you watch the Eleventh Harbinger greet his family- but then he makes a beeline for you, wrapping you in his arms with a delightful grin, holding you by the arms when you stumble back in surprise. his eyes, deep blue and with the same hint of spark that you always seem to see, soften, and his fingers brush over the crimson gem hanging from the earring

"We missed you."

that's all he says, a gentle smile on his face, and you simply nod as you swallow back your tears and hug him back. Tartaglia's- no, Ajax's- arms snack around your waist and squeeze firmly, one hand morphing discreetly into an armored claw and stroking your hair because Legacy too wants nothing more than to hold you tightly and take a nap. Ajax leans forward to press his forehead against yours, his own earring glittering with every turn, and as you smile he lets out a quiet, heartfelt purring noise

[dragon-chica]

Ajax Petropolus Relationship Headcanons

Fandom: Wednesday

When you make out, or really any time you're close enough his snakes like to join in showing you affection, whether his beanie is off or just one or two peaking out, they will bonk against you or try twisting into your hair.

For the longest time Ajax was embarrassed and tried stopping them so you didn't think he was weird, you told him you found it cute and he was so flustered.

No concept of personal space, he loves holding you, sits pressed against you with one arm around your lower back, loves having you sit on his lap, so much casual intimacy.

This boy is smitten, looks at you with stars in his eyes and will shoot up and leave Xavier behind the moment he sees you.

Wants to be king of good morning texts but it's more frantic afternoon texts.

Always tells you goodnight and will type out his morning text for you because he thought of something cute then totally forget to send it in the morning, realizes hours later when he's sad you didn't reply.

He keeps candy you like in his pockets or backpack, you'll be sitting together and suddenly just pulls out a few or a little baggie to share with you.

Torment him with cinnamon candy and Red Hots please.

He hates hot candy and doesn't understand why anyone wants to eat that. Sour candy fine, but why cinnamon hots.

But he also loves kissing you and wont turn that down even if his eyes are watering because you're cruel and purposely chowed a handful of the candies before sticking your tongue down his throat.

When you turn away he literally has tears pricking his eyes and he's trying so hard to be brave and Xavier's laughing at him.

Even though Gorgons are taught not to engage and start conversations, he has so much to say.

He's used to not talking a whole lot and being quiet, but he really wants to ramble and with you encouraging him to talk he finally goes off on a tangent about something on his mind then gets a little embarrassed he just did that.

But you tell him he's so cute and that you like listening to him talk. Cue flustered baby boy and his snakes sensing something's up and getting more excited trying to wiggle free.

Watching snake charmer videos on youtube and learning to copy it on a flute to surprise Ajax and see what happens.

His snakes are already pretty charmed with you, as smitten as he is, but you start playing and they kind of sway rhythmically while watching you and you cheer swearing it worked.

Ajax thinks you're too cute, he can't take how much you like him AND his snakes.

Please help him study. He bums off Xavier so bad for tests, if you can help he'll be grateful. If you can't help, well now Xavier has to put up with both of you. Bless him.

Loves gaming with you, will totally kick Xavier out of a co-op to have you with him then go begging for forgiveness for cheating on his bro.

Will talk about "the bro code" then drop everything to run after you like a puppy. Does not see the irony.

If you're competing in something he will cheer you on, if you kick his ass he will tell you how hot that was.

Swings your hands when you're walking together.

He has a ton of dumb sayings shirts and thinks they're great, will totally get you a matching one.

If he stones you by accident he is so apologetic and freaking out thinking you'll hate him and his snakes, even his snakes are droopy seeing you as stone.

Milkshake dates in Jericho sharing a single glass in an old diner with two straws.

Kissing his nose all the time and getting it back when one of his snakes gently nips yours.

He listens to Queens of the Stone Age and never realized the name until you pointed it out.

Playing with his hair isn't really an option besides the nape of his neck while making out, but you enjoy twining your fingers through his snakes while his head is resting on you.

Has stoned himself far more times than he wants to admit and you've learned that if he gives you an absolutely ridiculous excuse for what happened, that's probably it.