#i'm sorry but aether's hand just cracks me up

[ilukavee]

Mundane life

[elysianeclipxe]

How they react to seeing you sleep on the couch

genre: fluff and a little crack?? (just stupid parts)

summary: how these genshin men react to coming home and seeing you asleep on the couch while waiting for them to come home

word count: >800 words

sidenote: just note that you might not agree with the characters in that section, this is just how i see them as. OH YEAH, uhmm navigation is in the works so after that y'all can start requesting if you want

picks you up bridal style and brings you over to the bed

To them this is the quickest way to get you into bed. They don't want to bother you by waking you up since you're probably in a deep sleep at that point, but they also don't want to let you continue sleeping on the couch since the chances of you waking up with a stiff neck are extremely high. They’re such caring partners to the point I’m jealous. Some of them are pretty nonchalant about their love for you though, but if they’re sweet enough to do this then I think it’s pretty obvious they’re real into you. Will get really close to your face to either peck your lips or rub their nose against yours, just another reason why they prefer carrying you to bed. I can see them whispering a light “thank you” to your sleeping figure in their arms since they appreciate you trying to stay up for them. Excuse me, I did not ask for this sweetness, ughh.

— al haitham, diluc, gorou, kaeya, ZHONGLI

gently wakes you up and tells you to sleep in the bed

All of them are surprised that you stayed up and feel their hearts clench at the image of you sleeping, you’re so cute to them. Would try their best to be as quiet as possible and gently shake you awake. You deserve to get some proper sleep… in their arms. AHHHHHHHHHH!!! I can easily confirm that when you wake up still half asleep their eyes would get so soft at the sight in front of them, a smile crawling up their lips cause omg how are they so lucky to have you. Will guide you to bed and tuck you in again before joining you in. Lets you lay your head on their chest and will stroke your hair or run their fingers through it to ease you to sleep. It’s so cute how smitten they are for you.

— ayato, baizhu, THOMA, tighnari

drapes a blanket over you and kisses you goodnight

I can spot sweethearts from a mile away, and these men are it! I’m only like 27% joking rn. HEAR ME OUT!! Yes you’ll probably have a stiff neck in the morning cause of this but they are so sweet when you’re asleep. Really doesn’t want to wake you up so they just let you sleep there, will cover you with a blanket so you don’t get cold. Sighs cause they find you so pretty, one of them for sure has a blush on his cheeks seeing you look so soft *cough* cyno. ANYWAYS, leans down and cups your cheek with his hand and stokes it with his thumb. Kisses you goodnight on the forehead, lets their lips linger there for a bit before pulling away with a smile. Aww, they’re so whipped.

— aether, albedo, cyno, KAZUHA

tries to fit themselves on the couch to cuddle and sleep with you

THESE MFS!!!! Does not give the slightest fuck if you are sleeping on a couch half their size THEY WILL MAKE IT WORK. Just like breathing = living, sleeping will always equal cuddles, it’s just a given. The idea of y’all sleeping in a proper bed just goes over their head, plus this seems more fun. They’ll whisper for you to move a bit so they can fit in. Just saying, these idiots are probably gonna wake you up in the process. Don’t worry tho, they’ll bring you close to their body and give you enough body warmth for you to fall back into sleep. Is the type to bury their head in the crook of your neck, mumbling a soft goodnight that you instantly relax to.

— childe, ITTO, venti, kaveh, heizou

leaves you on the couch, might check up on you here and there

I don’t wanna make them look anti-romantic but y’all I cannot even sugarcoat the fact that they would not care if you were sleeping on the couch or not. I'M SORRY!! But like they probably think you slept there on purpose so the idea of moving you to the bed would not even be there. They think you’re weird for sleeping there, for sure will ask you about it the next day. As much as I want to make them seem like the most unromantic person ever (jk) they will check on you ever like 10 minutes minimum. At one point they get so tired of walking back and forth from the living room and the bedroom that they decide to just sit on the floor beside the couch and sleep there. You’ll probably wake up and see your hand intertwined with theirs, they’re soft boys in disguise.

— dainsleif, WANDERER, xiao

nothing much left to say other then thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed the little scenario i made <3 let's hope i can actually be more consistent with posting, mwah

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[bedoballoons]

BUT I LOVE THEM SHORT! 😭 Ngl, I struggled with this one a little so I apologize if it's not the best!! Thank your for your request and I hope you enjoy!

I'm doing well thank you and I hope you are too!!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️

{༻~Growth spurt??~༺}

CW: Pretty much crack headcanons, GN! Reader!! Mentions of the character now being taller than the reader! Slight brat vibes for the reader in Wanderers!

(Includes: Lyney, Albedo, Xiao, Wanderer, and Aether!)

𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney sat up in his bed, stretching his arms out and yawning sleepily. It took him a minute to fully wake up and even then he still felt a little off, but he decided to ignore it. Moving the covers aside and walking slowly into the kitchen to greet you. "Mmm mon amour, good morning~"

You spun around with a smile, "Morning Lyney- LYNEY?!" You dropped your plate of toast, having to tilt you head up just to make eye contact with the magician, it was like he'd become a giant in his sleep! "What in tevyat happened to you?!?! You're so tall!" He stared at you questionably, like he didn't really understand what you were saying, "What do you mean I'm so tall, I'm many things but tall was never one of them."

You hopped over the shards of glass, disregarding it as you stood next to him, raising your hand above your head to measure the new difference in height, "Lyney, you literally have to look down to see me now. You had like, some sort of crazy growth spurt!"

Lyney thought about it for a moment, leaning down so he could kiss your cheek, "Well well well, I'm not complaining then. Though I'm slightly worried about some of the tricks Lynette and I would normally do...CAN I EVEN FIT IN THE MAGIC BOX NOW?? Oh no...oh no!!"

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo had been staring at himself in the mirror for almost ten minutes at this point, wondering why the angle was different, why his body didn't seem right...he was a scientist, one who delighted in waking up to the usual because his work was always so unusual...but this was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Perhaps he was just...crazy? "Love, could you come here for a moment?"

You set down the book you'd been reading and followed after him, stopping dead in your tracks once you saw his figure looming over the bathroom sink..."A-albedo?!" You covered you mouth in shock, your eyes starting at his feet and trailing, up up all way to his hair. "You're so tall...was this one of your experiments??"

"I almost wish it was, but no...I've just had some sort of insane growth spurt apparently. I wonder if anything else has changed besides my height. I'll have to test it.."

"...what else do you think changed Albedo..."

𑁍༄Xiao:

"You're staring again..is it really such a big difference?" Your cheeks blushed as Xiao crossed his arms, clearly unimpressed with your sudden interest in his height, but in your defense...it actually was a big difference. He went from being a short Yaksha to suddenly taller than all the adepti...and it hadn't just affected his height, it was like he felt even more confident in himself as well.

Everyone who walked by averted their gaze as if him being taller meant he was stronger than he had been before...and he seemed to be indulging in it alittle. Glaring at other men who even dared look at you...and intentionally kissing you in front of everyone whenever there was a opportunity... maybe it was just in your head, but it left you finding it hard to look away from him. "Sorry, I don't mean to stare Xiao, you're just-"

"Different...in a good way?" His yellow eyes met yours and for a second you could have sworn he had a small smirk play on his lips..

"Yes...in a good way, in a very good way"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"Wanderer, shut up!" You stomped your foot down, clearly annoyed with him, though he didn't really seem to care. Ever since he woke up with this whole foot of height over you he hadn't stopped teasing you about it, just leaning over you and watching as your cheeks blushed or grabbing things you couldn't reach and intentionally moving in closer then needed.

"Say that again and I'll make you shut up instead." He shot you a glare under the brim of his hat, his mouth turned up in a thin smirk as he yet again made your heart race. You crossed your arms and turned away from him, why did his height make him even more of a confident ass? "Yeah right."

"Idiot. I'll show you what this new height can do then~"

𑁍༄Aether:

Aether tilted his head to the side like a dumbfounded puppy, listening to you and Paimon as the two of you panicked about his new height, every possible answer only leaving you both more confused. He on the other hand, wasn't really that interested in a why or how, he just wanted to take advantage of his new found height, something he'd wished he'd had not long ago.

"I don't know, but growing that tall over night can't be good right?"

"I don't know Paimon, but it's definitely worrisome-"

"I think it's a good thing..." His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as the two of you turned to face him, "I've always wanted to try something at this height actually..." You raised a eyebrow at him as he stepped closer to you, holding out his hand like he wanted you to take it. He smiled at you softly as you placed your hand in his and then in what seemed like slow motion, he pulled you close to him,his face moving in close to yours as he kissed your lips. Your heart skipped a beat, electricity shooting through your body..."A-aether!"

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

[https-furina]

okay okay so, since im already on the angst train and i want to hurt myself today, hear me out:

you and your lover are out doing wtv and you're ambushed and then, naturally, you guys fight the enemies right?

okay so you get hurt and youre losing a lot of blood and your lover realizes this and is completely heartbroken bc you dont have much time, the wound is deep

so um yeah the reader dies in their lover's arms basically, with albedo, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao and kaeya

theres so many characters im curious abt so please take your time mwah

(ps: i will not pay anyone's therapy okay i need it myself, my condolaences for hurting you)

✎ i wasn't ready to say goodbye [various men - part one]

ft. albedo, aether, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao & kaeya x fem!reader

content: do i need to say angst? i'm so sorry. major death + blood warnings. implied that reader can handle a weapon in most of them - unspecified if reader is a vision holder. hurt with absolutely no comfort. semi-spoilers for scaramouche/wanderer's story (end of the sumeru archon quests.)

notes: we added aether last second in the discord bc we summoned aki ( @kazumist - aly wanted you tagged ) some of them are awful and ooc i'm so sorry - officially managed this in just over 24 hours!

albedo treasures you more than he cares to admit verbally. it shows in all of his acts of love through physical means, lingering touches and making sure you're warm whenever you visit him on dragonspine. he hates you visiting him as much as he loves you - it's merely because it puts you in extreme danger every time. there's the temperatures, the wildlife, the lack of oxygen and of course, there's the monsters lurking around every corner of the inhabited mountain.

as the chief alchemist for the knights of favonius, there's always a warrant for albedo's life one way or another. the fatui are eager to stop his research - or steal it, maybe both.

there's a silence except for the howling winds that circle the snowy mountain. you're struggling to breathe, to get the sharp air into your lungs as you lowered your sword slowly. not far away, your boyfriend is finishing off the final fatui soldier, blood splattering onto his sleeve before he turns to face you. is it just you or does albedo look even more beautiful right now? you furrow your brows in confusion. albedo looks like he's seen a ghost, colour flushing from his face when he rushes forward. your knees give way under you and he barely manages to catch you in his arms, kneeling as he lets you lay against him. "bedo, love?" you mumble, unsure as to what's happening. you can hear the roar of your blood in your ears, your heart is beating whilst the adrenaline still pumps through your body. albedo hushes you softly, pupils dilated when he looks at your wound. "h-how do you feel?" his voice cracks when he asks the question, a gloved hand applying pressure to your side. you wince, the adrenaline is starting to fade and you feel faint. there's a cold sweat glistening on your forehead when you look down at where albedo's hand is, seeing the blood seep through your clothing. it's albedo's turn to watch your expression drop, your world starting to spin and mix together when the adrenaline is gone and you're aware of what happened. it feels as if there's a lump in your throat but when you try to cough it up, only blood spills in a small trickle out of your mouth. "love-" there's another cough, the blood is running down your jaw as albedo's hands start to shake. he has no means of saving you out here, you're nowhere near camp and he can't leave you here while he gets help, "i want to go home..." your voice is weak, trailing off and albedo isn't sure if he should let the tears brinking his ocean coloured eyes fall as your breaths become raspy. chapped lips open and close, trying to find the words to reply to you but all he can muster is a weak "we're going home, dear" when your chest ceases to rise again. his breathing is jagged, clutching you close to him as if you’ll disappear for good when he lets go.

aether clings to you like ivy to a brick building. you give him hope in this search for his twin sister - one he's beginning to think is failing, day by day. you reassure him, that bright smile and sparkling eyes setting him on the right path. he's certain he would have gave up ages ago if it wasn't for you. but aether realises that he is constantly in danger. you love to adventure with, crossing the rolling hills of mondstadt and gawking at the grand mountain peaks of liyue that pierce through clouds.

it was only so long before he faced the repercussions for so willingly letting you travel with him, tearing his hope away in the blink of an eye.

"a-aether?" your voice is wavering, aether is confused. you've been travelling with him for so long now, what could possibly have scared you about some hilichurls? but he turns to face you, blade at the ready - ready to protect you. his eyes fall on the arrow lodged in your chest, your eyes wide in fear as you stare at him in panic. it was already too late to protect you, he'd failed himself. aether drops the sword in his hand, paying no mind to how it clutters on the gravel below you both when he's rushing forward to ease you to the ground. you're stable - awake but for how long? you're in shock, it's going to fade and you'll succumb to the blood reddening your attire. aether swears lightly under his breath, unable to look you in the eyes out of pure guilt; this was his fault, he hadn't protected you. now not only had he lost his sister, he'd lost his partner too. "it hurts to breathe," you mumble, your eyelashes are fluttering gently. the sun behind aether is starting to burn at your eyes, "aether why are you crying?" the blond isn't even aware of the salty tears that glisten in the sunlight when they roll down his cheeks, dripping off his jaw and onto your shoulder where aether has laid your head onto his lap. it's comfortable, just as it always is. on days where you needed a break from walking, aether would often let you lay like this under a nearby tree. the thought makes aether choke out a sob. you smile sadly. "you can't leave me too," your hand cups his cheek, thumb weakly stroking at the tearstained skin when he hiccups, "no, this isn't fair." there isn't civilisation for days and he can't keep the arrow lodged in your chest nor does he have the means of stopping the blood if he pulls it out. aether is at a loss, unable to do anything while he watches the damage done to you internally take you from him beneath his own hands. "hey, you'll find her." you sound so certain, just as you always do and aether watches that positive spark die from your eyes when your breaths turn to rasps and he finds himself yelling at your body - at the sky, at anybody! he yells and yells, hoping someone listens to his cries for you to wake up. wake up, please.

heizou believes that of all the cases he's cracked, you're his favourite. he's read every line written into your skin as you age, the blemishes that litter your body and tell tales untold. you were his favourite mystery but now he had you like a stained glass window, beautiful and on display. although as a detective, heizou has destroyed many more lives than he is keen to admit. his suspects have families - lives, presumably before he has them in jail or worse, life sentence.

their families are hurt, angrily in denial that their own blood could commit such vile atrocities. heizou took something precious from them, what was stopping them from doing the same to him in an act of revenge?

heizou is more than used to his routine of coming home to you, being able to drown in the comfort of your arms after a long day of work. he's disturbed by the front door being open but albeit it's the peak of summer in inazuma, the humidity is drowning you, especially if you're not native to the islands. you're not quick to greet them when he steps in however, in fact he can't even see you. the house is untouched but the silence is deafening. "i'm home," heizou calls out, brows knitting together when he doesn't hear you chime his name back excitedly, "love?" the silence is killing heizou, it's unlike you at all but then he hears it, the meek sound of you calling his name out back. it sounds like you're in the bedroom and with a relieved smile, heizou finds himself heading to find you. but verdant eyes fall on the red smeared on the walls, staining the bedsheets and pooling around you. the relief is gone and his body is tense with dread as he drops the case files he'd been holding, quick to kneel with you and hug you close when you reach for him. "what happened?" his voice is panicked, he's barely breathing when he feels your blood soak through his clothes. he's searching you for your wound, shaking, "love, answer me." your chapped lips open but nothing seems to come out, you feel cold to the touch and all you can do is stare up at heizou. you knew the moment you was attacked that this was it for you but your biggest fear wasn't death, it was heizou. it was your witty detective, keen and full of intuition that he prides himself in; it was whether you'd see him one last time before your heart put in its final beat. heizou doesn't take your inability to speak lightly, letting out a flurry of curses that makes your brows furrow in distaste. you wasn't fond of him swearing when he got stressed but as you watch a tear fall down his cheek, you know you can't argue about his tongue anymore. he has every right to be mad when your bloody hand reaches up for him, the warm palm of his hand quick to grab your hand and coat his fingers. "i love you," you mumble, raspy and heizou is quick to shake his head - conserve your energy, "don't cry please." "you're not allowed to leave me," he chokes out, his lower lip tugged between his lips as his spare hand presses on your wound to try stop the bleeding. you wince but heizou doesn't lighten the pressure in fear, "i'll find who did this." your lips curl up at his words and heizou leans to press a kiss to your forehead, which is clammy and covered in a light sheen. by the time he pulls away, he's the only one left breathing in the room. heizou's shaking hands cup your cheeks, eyes darting around the room when he doesn't quite know what to do. he's used to this - the blood, the smell, the touch of a lifeless body but not when it's you. not when it's the love of his life. he wails in anguish, the taste in his mouth bitter when he swears revenge on whoever took you from him.

kazuha took his time warming up to you when you first met. you didn't blame him, you'd heard the tale of his late friend from captain beidou when you first came onboard the alcor. but your patience with him warmed his heart quicker than expected, leaving you inseparable as you travelled with the crew. even on land, kazuha was joined to your hip. he claimed he was there to protect you and that excuse expanded tenfold when you started dating.

he should have never taken his eyes off you, simply searching for firewood shouldn't have consequences like this.

when the last treasure hoarder falls limp to the dusty ground, kazuha finds himself enveloping you in his arms, eyes frantically scanning your face for signs of pain. you're unresponsive, eyelashes shut but your breathing is shallow while your body fights the unexpected blood loss. "fuck," he whispers, much out of his comfort zone when he's trying to find exactly where your wound is. your blood is staining his skin, getting under his nails where it'll haunt and remind him of what happened for weeks, "y/n? love?" your brows knit as if you can hear him but he's unsure if you're just reacting to the pain. your body is most likely in shock and kazuha is running out of time before the shock fades and you're left in excruciating pain until your last breath. the thought makes kazuha feel sick. he was gone for at least ten minutes, how did he lose you so quickly? he shouldn't have told you to stay at camp by yourself. you'd offered to go with him but kazuha trusted you'd be safe without him, even just for a few minutes. his face turns sour at his own thoughts. how foolish had he been to think you'd have been safe without him? "i-i love you," he stutters out, voice cracking as he presses a kiss to your head, burying his nose in your hair when he tries to blanket himself in your scent - begging to the archons that he'll wake up in bed, "come on, let's go back to the alcor, beidou will get help." he's speaking to you in the softest of tones, his voice hushed as to not disturb the silence of the countryside - or attract more unwanted attention. carefully, kazuha raises himself to his feet with you in his arms. he sees tomo in you for a moment, forcing himself to swallow when there's a suffocating lump in his throat. by the time kazuha has stumbled back to the alcor, beidou rushing over with her face void of colour, your heart is no longer thudding against your ribcage. kazuha will never again hear your heartbeat when he lays his head on your chest or feel your pulse in your wrist when he grabs hold of you.

wanderer figured it was foolish to fall in love after all he'd gone through. what was love when you've been betrayed so many times before? when the archons have so harshly ripped the ones you love away from you? he likes to scowl and shun the premise of love until he met you, an adventurer from the guild assisting in vahumana darshan commissions. you would stubbornly strike conversations up with him, following him as he walked away until he finally caved and would reply.

was it foolish to fall in love or rather was it foolish to place his fragile trust back in the hands of the archons?

his ears are ringing, was mawtiyima forest always this loud? no, it's not even loud - it's silent. the silence is buzzing in his ears, driving him insane as he watches you cough blood onto the dirt. you'd been tasked with clearing out the treasure hoarder camp within the glowing forest - but wanderer isn't stupid. to let you do that alone? he'd be a mad man. but now he isn't too sure if he should have tagged along. would it have hurt him less to find out you'd passed away out on a commission through the guild? or is it hurting less to watch as you splatter that precious red that you humans rely on all over the ground? wanderer finds himself barely able to utter a word. that's rare, he usually has something to say in that stark, rude tone he never explicitly dropped. it made him cold, it stopped people approaching and getting close. why didn't it work against you? "w-why are you looking at me like that?" you croak out, pupils dilated and staring at him in concern. he's as pale as the snow on dragonspine but the tip of his nose is a pink hue as tears well up and sting at his widened eyes. he's not crying, he refuses to cry - he puts it down to not having blinked for a while. so he blinks but you're still hunched over, impaled by a polearm before him. he finally moves forward, kneeling carefully to the side of you as you let out a choked sob, your hands gripping his cold ones tight in yours. he's confused, what did he do to deserve it this time? he didn't ask for this existence in the first place. cursing under his breath, his eyes land on your sword on the floor. it's worn, getting dull and wanderer questions if you was unable to protect yourself properly. no. he didn't protect you properly and the archons saw an opportunity, another jab at his curse of an existence. his eyes dart between you and the blade, then the polearm that isn't welcome where it is. you wince, hiccuping as you wail into the silence of mawtiyima forest. your vision is falling hazy in between the blur of your tears and you're struggling to keep your eyes on your boyfriend's familiar face. "no, no, no - don't go," wanderer panics. it's the first thing he's said since he offered to join you on this commission, "don't leave me, not you too." you let out a sad laugh, coughing blood once more as your breaths get shorter with every one you take. wanderer feels sick, the tears are falling down his cheeks and he can't deny them anymore. there's a last breath, raspy and suffocating before your body falls forward into his arms, limp like a doll. wanderer screams out into the night, hands clutching at the guild's uniform you would proudly wear. how many more times was he going to witness someone getting hastily robbed from him?

xiao keeps his distance, even as your beloved boyfriend that you struggle to be away from for extended periods. you were stubborn, believing he didn't have to succumb to his karma as an adeptus. no matter how much he would shuffle away, he could guarantee you would shuffle after him until he no longer moved away. you still gave him his space - you knew you could find him at wangshu inn.

or if you really needed him, in the midst of the night for a multitude of reasons, you could say his name.

there's a lump in xiao's throat, what the fuck happened? one moment he knows he hears your hurried screams of his name, there's a shrill panic in your tone and he's alert in seconds. he thought you was perhaps in danger but when golden eyes see how you're leaning back on a tree, blood soaking your shirt - and your blade, he realises the danger is gone. and in all of your stubbornness, you had defeated the danger alone but put your life on the line as a result. you smile at him weakly, his footsteps silent as he rushes over to your side. "i got it, don't worry, love." you sigh, tilting your head back on the bark. xiao scowls, you're losing consciousness from the blood now, it's starting to pool beneath you and run down the cracks of the bark behind you. this isn't a minor injury and yet you hadn't called for him sooner? "we need to get you out of here - morax- zhongli- he can help," he barely breathes in between his words, swallowing at the tight feeling in his throat when your eyes are closing, "keep your eyes open, please." his beg falls short of no one's ears other than his own and the stars above. xiao stops breathing himself, holding his breath when he hurries to press the pads of his fingers to your neck, your wrist, anywhere he can try find a pulse. but there's nothing, your body is still warm and xiao pulls you flush to his chest when tears begin to fall down his cheeks. "keep.. them open. please." he repeats in a whisper, nudging his nose against your head as he buries his face into your hair. he's begging in hushed whispers, words disappearing into the strands of your hair in silent prayers.

kaeya was the one who chased you first, lisa's darling library assistant. he'd never spent so much time in the library in his life, other than crepus' own library at the winery but he wasn't much fond of that collection. he isn't much fond of the knights' collection either, reading the same book every day. jean occasionally entrusts you to handle matters in the valleys of mondstadt, to which kaeya is quick to always interfere and say that he'll go with you.

history will always repeat itself until the lesson is learned and an innocent soul has to face the reality.

thunder booms over head, followed by a distant crack of lightning that illuminates the dark sky above mondstadt. kaeya is stood, motionless as he looks at you. his eyes are distant, there's a vacant look about him when the blood is running down your bare legs and mixing with the rain. you're both soaked but your clothes are staining red where a mitachurl's axe caught you in the side. the blood is coming quick and heavy, there isn't time for kaeya to get you back to the city. this scene is familiar when you fall to your knees in the mud, hands holding at your side for pressure. suddenly, your hair is a bright shade of red. is kaeya about to stand and do nothing for a second time, when history is repeating himself right in front of his very own eyes? he swallows but it's difficult, rushing to your side. you're losing consciousness but your eyes are scanning his face. the sun kissed skin, the worn leather eyepatch and his messy blue ponytail that now looks like waterfalls cascading around his face. you smile at the thought. you should visit the waterfalls of mondstadt when the weather picks up so you can gawk at them. "baby?" it comes out of his mouth, barely audible above the rain, "say something - are you okay?" you almost throw back a playful retort but your vision is darkening around the edges and you're grasping to what sight you have left to look at kaeya. your vision blurs when tears threaten to spill - are you scared? you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. kaeya's gloved hands cup your face, pressing his forehead against yours. "stay with me, love, i can't lose you," kaeya's frantic and his words are jumbling when he panics, "we'll stop the bleeding and take you to sister barbara-" kaeya pauses when he notices you haven't blinked despite the rain falling onto your face when he pulls his forehead away. there's a distant look in your eyes, the light has faded and he can't feel the hot, struggled breaths you was taking against his skin anymore. a flurry of angered swears leave his lips and he's careful when he carries you bridal style to the dawn winery. it's the first place he thinks to take you, back to his brother who can't bear to see kaeya stood in the rain again with blood drenching his clothes from the long walk to the winery's front door.

© https-heizou 2023.

[rosedom]

"you have invited AETHER to play . . . forgive me, daddy, for i have sinned

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!male!reader, sub!ftm!aether, daddy kink, kink discovery, cunnilingus, praise, rather abrupt ending .

A/N : god. i love him. also, slightly adjusted format c;

"is that correct, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to confirm."

"Aw, honey," you coo, "you're so hard, huh?" 

Aether whimpers, your name broken across a delicate gasp. The muscles of his kiss-bitten thighs jump in a barely-restrained attempt at closing them; he would have succeeded, too, had you not been prostrate between his legs. His cock twitches, an engorged red thanks to your earlier ministrations.

"What izzit?" Your breath ghosts across his cunt, leaving him to petulantly whine at you. 

"Touch me, please."

You grin, squeezing his thighs kindly, before unkindly saying, "I am touching you." He squirms. 

"Please, I-I—" he stumbles over his words before taking a deep breath. His face turns a fiery red as he murmurs, "Blow me?" 

Your breath leaves you in a low whistle. "Attaboy."

Then, with utmost care, you bring your tongue down the remaining inch and touch it to his cock. His thighs jump and try to close, again, but—what with you both lying between them and holding them open—he does not succeed. He whines, high and reedy, "Daddy."

You pause. Oh.

Aether squirms beneath you, confused at the cease of your tongue's gentle movements. It's almost as if he didn't realize, then—

"Daddy?" he repeats, and, oh, again. He meant it, truly.

All you can do is sit there, your tongue motionless on Aether's cunt, and stare up at him. He's squirming, now, trying to press up onto your tongue, your mouth, your lips parted for him—all without success. 

However, it's not until his eyes open to finally meet yours that reality seems to set in for both of you. 

Aether's eyes widen—almost comically, really—and he jerks back from you. He ends up slamming his head into the bed's headrest. He winces, and you're on him immediately—cupping the back of his skull and rubbing tenderly. 

"Are you okay?" you ask, brows drawn in, arousal still simmering low in your belly. He nods.

"I'm sorry, I didn't—I, really, I—" and there he goes, stumbling over his words. He's never been good with words; he has always preferred body language. And that's fine! But not in bed. It's a rule you established early on because while you are fluent in Aether's body language, you were raised to never, ever take anything but a verbal yes, yeah, please, or whatever the hell else as consent.

That negotiation extends into kink, too; anything but an enthusiastic yes is an absolute no.

. . . But, that didn't sound like an absolute no, either. Rather, it sounded more like a please hidden beneath some notion of shame—which is exactly what you don't want your sun to feel, especially not when he's in bed with you.

"Sunshine," you murmur. Your hands slide to his chubby cheeks, cupping his ruddy face. "Did—do you, I mean, want to . . . call me that?" 

Aether's breath has effectively stopped. 

"Please, Aether."

His golden eyes crack open to meet yours, but for only a brief moment, there and gone. however, they quickly flitter away; he adamantly looks, instead, at the strand of loose hair that you can feel tickling your ear. "Yeah?" He closes his eyes again, trying desperately to let the ground swallow him whole.

Smiling softly, you lean forward and press a featherlight kiss against his forehead, his nose, and the apple of each cheek. "Aether," you repeat, just to feel the way his name rolls off your tongue, "do you want to call me daddy?"

That was the hook.

Aether opens his eyes again, irises flicking side to side. The blush on his cheeks has spread down his naked chest. 

Line.

"I-I—," he coughs. He scrunches his face before burrowing into the crook of your neck. Against your bare skin, his cheeks leave a warm brand. 

"Yeah, I do. I wanna." 

And sinker. 

"Oh, honey," you murmur, leaning in to kiss him soundly. "See? That wasn't so bad, now was it?"

Aether cringes, and you feel his mouth drop open—likely to retort with something silly, like, "Yes, it was horrible," or, "Awful, I want the ground to swallow me up—", so you naturally dip down and curl your tongue into his still-wet cunt. (You don't think he's been wetter.) He makes a quiet, pitiful sound against you before he melts back into the bed. 

"Daddy's here.”

yes . . . am working on the requests . . . yes, did get sidetracked by aether . . . baizhu and kaeya (same post, separate thoughts) are coming next (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)

7 FEB. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

[chikai-k]

We Need A Break.

•| Kaveh X Male Reader, hints of Alhaitham X Kaveh

•| Notes: So angst with the characters as parents right? I haven't written in a long time and all so this might be a bit janky in terms of execution. I feel like the ending is a little awkward but it's whatever, I just wanted to get something out 😞 It was originally gonna be Aether since my debut was an Aether fic but I decided I wanted to add my bbg Kaveh to my list of characters hehe also wrote this at 3-4am :)

•| CW: Kaveh is the baby momma🤧, male reader, cheating accusations, arguments, break? divorce?

Here we go.

It's unhealthy to subject your daughter to this.

She doesn't deserve to hear your problems.

You and Kaveh have tried everything in your power to keep the issue away from her attention, to make sure she can't see the cracks forming.

How Kaveh would tuck her to bed, holding back a grimace as he spots the time. He tries his best to stall, she can tell. Kaveh doesn't want to leave her side. How his sweet voice would read her bed time stories as slowly as he could, sometimes staring at her with soft eyes as he presses a goodnight kiss on her forehead. She is his baby. He loves her with every part of his being.

She knows something's wrong. She could sense it before but you two can't keep quiet when the arguments get heated downstairs. She can hear you two from the floor. She can hear you throwing accusations, hear the crack in Kaveh's voice when he says he's not seeing his co worker—but you just won't drop it.

"I see the way you two look at each other." You say, "I see the way you guys give subtle touches." You know that they're probably texting each other about things to do when you're working. "The neighbours themselves have testified that they've seen Alhaitham enter our home when I'm at work for fucks sake! Stop lying to me." You growl, teeth baring at him as your face is flushed in anger, fist clenching by your side.

Kaveh hiccups and shakes his head, "Please, I'm telling you, we're not! Why won't you believe me?" His hand is gripping his wrist and is tucked close to his chest as if protecting himself. He doesn't know what went wrong.

"Then tell me why he's been visiting so much when I'm out! It's not like he's here for our daughter is he? She's always in school, so what else could he be here for?!"

"I—I can't—" Kaveh shook, how was he supposed to explain? He's not cheating, he swear but...

"Bullshit. You and that Alhaitham guy—ugh—" You inhale, your hand shooting up to brush your hair angrily. Tempted to slam it down the counter but you'd risk waking up your daughter from the noise. Hm.

Kaveh eyes your fist warily. He never knew you as physical so he wasn't worried—hoping he didn't need to but with how the tension was going, he was afraid he'd get hurt."What's so different about him and me? Is it the muscles? The income? The looks?" You seethed through your teeth, blindsided by the jealousy that you'd missed the way he stepped back cautiously. "Or did you just fall out of love for me? Or is he secretly our daughter's real father?" You huffed, closing your eyes as you tugged at your hair.

Usually, Kaveh would give you a massage, whisper sweet things and gently pull of your fingers from your hair out of concern. But how could he when he was...scared?

"N-no, I love you." Kaveh hiccuped once more, "I..." He bit his lip as he couldn't help the the tears from spilling. He couldn't bring himself to mean it. It felt forced, like he was saying it to survive and saying it felt wrong. I love you is supposed to be affectionate and meaningful, not like this.

"I think..." He sighs as he watches you gaze back, once furious expression softening in realisation at what he was about to say. "I think we need a break. To cool our head...I'm sorry." He struggles to finish, flinching as you attempt to approach him. Right now, he didn't know who you were. Actually, he hadn't know who you were for the past couple of months.

He just needs some space to breath, to find the words to tell you why Alhaitham had been visiting...

[iamthecomet]

"I wish you would write a fic where Dewdrop is keeping Aether company during a stormy night in the infirmary and maybe helps him welcome a new life on earth"

The second I saw this one I knew I needed to write it. Sorry it took me so long. 2k (I got carried away, I'm SORRY) of Dewther fluff, and slice of life intimacy. No smut, not even a hint of it. Non-graphic scene of a sibling having a very normal and healthy birth (it's pretty glossed over, but it does happen and Dew and Aeth are in the room). Dew being good in a pinch. Dew's immaculate bedside manner (not sarcasm). Aether and Dew being so fucking in love it's sickening. This one is all sweet guys, I don't know what to tell you.

Dew hasn’t left Aether’s side since the tour ended. He stepped off the bus and glued himself to the bigger ghoul. Pressing his face into Aether’s broad chest and inhaling deep. Tucking himself under his arm and letting Aether lead him back into the Abbey. Held close. 

That was a couple weeks ago. Dew isn’t quite as physically attached as he was for the first few days–but he’s still always in sight or earshot. Dragging Aether into his bed every night, wrapping himself around him. They shower together, and if they don’t–Dew isn’t far. Sitting in the adjoining bedroom with a book. One eye on the bathroom door–cracked just enough. 

Chores haven’t started back up for the band ghouls yet. They’re on a break. So Dew takes the opportunity to follow Aether everywhere. Not that Aether minds. He’s not used to having a little shadow–but it’s kind of nice. Nice to be able to turn and talk to Dew when he wants. Nice to not spend long, endless, nights in the infirmary alone and in silence anymore. The abbey feels full again. And Dew is here, and warm, and always present.

Most nights, Dew sits himself at the nurse station while Aether makes his rounds. He fucks around on his phone, or reads a book, or flirts with whatever sibling drew the short straw and got stuck with the night shift. Aether watches him as he moves from room to room. Their eyes meeting over dimly lit hallways.  Lips quirking up as they see each other. Still here. Within touching distance. 

Tonight, Dew’s alone at the nurses desk. There’s a blizzard raging outside and Aether’s usual sibling had called in sick. Probably not really sick. Just reluctant to uncurl from a nice warm bed on a very stormy night. Aether doesn’t mind. Night shifts tend to be boring anyway. Emergencies are rare, and most of their beds now are filled with humans suffering from the flu or some resperatory thing that’s been going around. Both viruses unable to make the jump from human to ghoul, so Dew, unlike the human that was supposed to be here, is safe. His bedside manner leaves a little to be desired. But Aether doesn’t really care about that. All he needs is someone to put pills in cups and measure medicine and hand him something when he’s asked. 

Dew does all of it without complaint. He’s more squeamish than Aether. Proclaiming, without any sort of filter, that he isn’t going to empty any bedpans, Aeth. That’s fucking gross.

Aether doesn’t have the heart to tell him that there aren’t any bedpans in play right now. It’s quiet now–rounds are done. Dew’s settled in behind the nurses station with a book. Booted feet propped up on the desk, leaning just a little too far back in the chair. Aether watches him–can’t help it. Eyes drawn to the way Dew’s lips move a little as he reads, the way they always do when he’s fully engrossed. 

Aether watches the little furrow appear between his brow. He’ll smooth it away with his thumb later, when he finally gets out of here and takes Dew to bed. Pulling that overwarm body against his and pressing his cool fingers to all of the places Dew finds stuck. A clenched jaw, a creased brow, tense shoulders. 

Aether stands at the end of the infirmary hallway and watches him turn page after page. He should do something else. His job isn’t to watch Dewdrop. The abbey counts on him, needs him. His work is important. But he hasn’t been able to do this for months. And Dew has been attentive ever since he got home. Always aware, always watching–the way Aether is now. Cataloging all the little things about him that he missed. 

Dew turns the page again and looks up, meeting Aether’s eyes. Aether can’t hear his chuckle for the distance and the noise of a thousand medical machines around him but he sees it, and the eyeroll that accompanies it. 

“What?” Dew asks, loud enough to be heard but still classifying as a whisper. 

“Nothing.” 

“Doesn’t look like nothing.” 

“Can’t a guy just look?” 

He expects another smartass remark, but what he gets is a little more color on Dew’s cheeks, another eye roll. Eyes darting back down into the book to avoid really looking at Aether–to avoid having to admit that he likes it when Aether looks. 

Aether turns back to his job–spell not broken just interrupted. He stands in front of the big window that overlooks the wide back yard of the abbey and looks out as he counts pills into paper cups labeled with names and times.  The hill that slopes down to the lake. The forest at the far edge. If it was light out he’d be able to see the ridge of Mountain’s favorite greenhouse, and the maze even further off. As it is–all he sees is white. The snow falling in big fluffy flakes–faster than seems possible. Piling high on the grass. Burying the abbey under a blanket of white they won’t be free of until late spring. 

Their easy calm is broken when the infirmary door slams open. Two harried looking siblings burst in, one of them heavily pregnant. There’s sweat beading on her forehead–her habit gone, or forgotten. Auburn hair sticking to her skin in damp clumps. The other sibling holds onto her, supports her weight as best they can as they rush into the infirmary and right up to the nurses desk and a stunned Dewdrop. 

Dew puts his book down. “Uh–Aeth?” 

Aether is already there, coming up behind them to slot against the sister’s other side. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes wild and pain filled. He knows this sister–she’s been coming to him for all of her check-ups throughout her pregnancy, no issues, entirely healthy. And, Aether calculates a week early. Nothing to worry about. He puts his hand on the small of her back. 

“How far apart, Isla?”

“Five minutes just like you said,” Isla winces as another contraction hits and she bares down on the nurses station. Dew looks ready to flee. Eyes darting between Aether and the two siblings. 

“Good,” Aether says, calm, low. He pulls Isla and her friend away from the nurses desk and leads them into a room just off of it–empty and freshly cleaned. He gives Isla instructions to change into a hospital gown, and leaves her in her friend’s capable hands while he darts back into the main lobby. Dew’s got his book in his hand again–and his coat slung over his arm. 

“I’ll be in my room when you’re done–”

“I need your help,” Aether says without argument. Gathering things he needs from the nurses station by the arm full. He’s delivered plenty of babies alone–but it’s ill advised. And Dew is right here–he’s not getting out of this. 

“Oh hell no, this is way above my pay grade.” 

“There is no pay grade. Put on some gloves and help me,” Aether pauses, fully looks at Dew. There’s fear in his dilated pupils, in the rushed shallow breaths expanding his chest. Aether pins him with his gaze–allows himself this moment. “Please.” 

Dew sighs, he grimaces. Uncomfortable but unable to say no to Aether–not when he really does need him. He tosses his book down on the desk. “Promise I’m not going to like, accidentally kill a baby or something?” 

“You will not be going anywhere near any babies.” Aether promises, and Dew groans, but snaps on a pair of gloves and follows Aether into the room. Trailing behind him nervously. Isla is on the bed when they get there. Her friend, who introduces themself as Rae, standing up by her head. Their hand carding over Isla’s forehead, brushing sweaty hair away from her temples. Their fingers are laced together. 

Aether talks them through everything he does. Every touch, every movement. It’s as for Isla and Rae as it is for Dew who is still radiationg panic despite having pulled himself together enough that the humans in the room don’t notice. 

Dew, contrary to his own beliefs about hismelf, is good under pressure. Aether won’t tell him this–not yet anyway–but there is no one else he’d rather have with him. Not even the siblings who have training are as level-headed as he is when he needs to be. 

When Aether asks for something, it’s in his hand before the word is all the way out of his mouth. Dew’s warm fingers brushing his. 

As most birth’s go–it’s an arduous process. The snow piles up outside. Isla’s contractions get closer and closer together. Hours pass. Dew gets his shit together. He follows Aether’s orders. Not nearly as squeamish as he pretends to be. Keeping a close eye on Isla’s process as Aether flits around for IV’s and blood pressure machines, and a thousand other things. 

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Isla says late in the game–minutes before Aether is going to tell her to start pushing. He’s exhausted his back hurts. Rae consoles her, pets her hair and tells her that of course she can. She shakes her head, vehement. 

“No. I can’t. I can’t be a mom. What am I doing?” 

Aether opens his mouth, not sure what’s going to come out, trying to find the right words despite his exhaustion. Dew places a warm hand on Isla’s knee and cuts him off. 

“Sure you can,” Dew says, soft, sure. “You’re doing this. This is fucking brutal. Being a mom can’t be worse than this.” 

And though Aether knows that isn’t true–Dew probably does too–it seems to take some of the edge off. Maybe just from the surprise of Dew actually butting in. But Isla looks at him, pain morphing her face, she laughs, bitter and relieved at the same time. 

“Yeah. This does suck a lot.” 

“See,” Dew squeezes her knee. “Just a few more minutes and this part will be over and then it’s the good part. You’ve got this. No backing out now.” 

Aether doesn’t know where those words come from. Dew who hates all children–ghoul and human alike. Who a few hours ago was about to tuck tail and run–to be out of Aether’s sight line for the first time in weeks just because this was about to happen near him. Saying shit like this? Encouragement? Enthusiasm. 

Determination settles over Isla’s face, she nods at Dew once. Sharp. And then turns her eyes to Aether. “I’m ready to get to the good part.” 

It’s quick after that. And before long Aether is handing Isla a screaming baby. It’s another hour before he can take a small break. The baby cleaned and swaddled, snuggled up with it’s mother. Rae resting fitfully in the chair while Isla stares at her baby. Aether leaves them to it and walks out into the lobby to find the sun rising. Pink hues casting over the floor. Blizzard over. The world outside the windows snow bright and fresh. He finds Dew at the nurses station, book in hand again, nose firmly in it. Brow creased. 

Aether kisses him right between where his horns would be and Dew looks up and over at him. Looking exhausted. Eyes fighting to stay open.

 “Hey,” he rasps, saving his place in the book and setting it on the desk. Aether brushes an errand strand of hair behind Dew’s ear. 

“Go back to your room. I’ll meet you there as soon as I switch with Omega.” 

Dew shakes his head. He leans his head against Aether’s bicep. “I’m good. I’ll wait.” 

“You’re going to have to detach from me at some point you know?” 

“Yeah. But not yet,” Dew shrugs. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” 

“Leech.” 

“Mmhm,” Dew nods. Eyes fluttering as he leans into Aether’s body. They’re quiet for a moment, the quiet only broken by a ragged cough from a room down the hall. 

“Thanks for staying–for helping,” Aether says softly. “I know that isn’t your thing but you really–”

“It wasn’t that bad.” 

“You going to tell me where all that sappy shit in there came from?” Aether teases, then sobers. “You were incredible, really.” 

Dew tips his head and opens his eyes, looking up at Aether with adoration that threatens to knock the breath from his lungs. He shrugs. “I mean. Just kind of thought of it like tour. Get the hard part over with. Get to the good part.” 

“This is the good part?” Aether cocks an eyebrow.  “You’re the good part.”

[thatfuckinjester]

Could we at some point get some fluffy soft comfort cuddles from Dew and Phantom?

i'm sorry it took me so long i didn't know what to write-

anyways yk like when you wake up in the middle of the night with the urge to smoke? that's what happened to dew at around three am, and usually he would just crack the window open and smoke but rain has threatened to not sleep with him for a month if he does that again so he dragged himself outside, humming softly with the cigarette hanging from his lips as he walked through the quiet halls of the ministry.

the second he was in the garden he lit the cigarette, taking in a deep breath and holding it in for a few long seconds before throwing his head back and letting it out right before he was hit with the scent of phantom.

"little apocalypse?" he asked, his voice rough from sleeping and maybe possibly the cigarettes too, but just maybe.

"dew?" phantom asked as he sat next to him, "what are you doing here?" their voices crashed into each other and phantom let out a breathy giggle.

"i just wanted to look at the stars"

"and you aren't going to get lost in them, right?"

phantom didn't answer. dew took another drag of his cigarette. and that's how it went until dew throw the butt of the cigarette away and even a few minutes later as he thought for a few silenced minutes.

"c'mon" dew said, holding his hand out for phantom who took it but looked at him confused, "we're going to cuddle." dew told him, and maybe it was way too straightforward, maybe he should have kept his mouth shut-

but then phantom smiled and followed him in, and maybe sometimes it's okay to not think about what's coming out of your mouth.

and after dew wrapped himself around phantom who in return wrapped himself around dew as much as he could, dew whispered to him that he might be his favorite quint, but he better not tell that to aether.

[asinbunn]

Hii I love your whole shrine aesthetic and can I pray for Scara and Xingqui with a drunk flirty s/o :D

𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭

Prep Note : I added Albedo because I got mixed up mid way as this request is a year ago, and I'm very fucking sorry 👯 I tried analyzing their mannerisms in speech through voicelines, the way they deliver their speech esp with Wanderer still having Scaramouch traits, the harshness has toned down to a (civil enough ig) certain level.

Everyone except Xingqiu has a short imagine because,,my brain short circuited = short texts

Characters : Xingqiu x Reader || Albedo x Reader || Wanderer/Scaramouche x Reader

Genre : Fluff // Crack // Lovey Dovey shæt // TEXT + IMAGINES/SCENARIOS

Warnings : Mentions of alcohol // Cringe pickup lines 🤡 // You will have a stroke deciphering the texts // Could still be OOC // Mentions of Ningguang, Beidou + Kaeya + Aether // Established relationships // Scara's became kinda deep ngl

Xingqiu

Not every msg is translated ! "HEYY BANGSIES, I MISS YOU 😔 HELLO" — "Are you busy" — "Whaat awesome 🥰🥰 I'm actually with Beidou and Ningguang" — "THEY'RE SO LOVELY 😭😭😭" — "UHM YEAH SHE CAN HOLD ALCOHOL REALLY REALLY WELL" — "you know what let's go to the library tmr together" — "don't worry, don't worry it's OK bbg" — "WDYM OH"

Albedo

Again not everything is translated ! "Yeaah baedo HEYY" — "anything for you my sweet baedo" — "hehe you know what, I think even without gravity on Teyvat"

As you lower down your phone, you could see Albedo coming into the tavern, your whole face lights up even more and Kaeya notices that, chuckling at you. Your expression melts in infatuation as the pale blonde approaches your table.

"Let's go home now darling, it's getting quite late" He reached out to hold your hand with a welcoming smile. You stood up fast, wobbly then waving the tall exhausted male a goodbye for the night whilst clinging onto your beloved Alchemist for standing support. You two start exiting the tavern after paying the bill, walking slowly toward your designated home.

At first, the air was creaking in the silent night, difficult to see the sight of stars but the positively pleasant glow of the moonlight just takes your breath away, you inhale the fresh air of Mondstadt lightly before interrupting the peaceful silence between you and your lover,

"uhgh..i'm burning, it's getting so much hotter, could be because of the hottie by my side ahheug.." Albedo smiles fondly, continuing to listen to you ramble nonsense before carrying on the conversation himself,

"You know dear, it actually takes a lot of heat to burn things" you don't pay much attention to what's he saying though still registering the words emitting from his soft voice, Albedo continues with a hum,

"I guess it doesn't take much for me to bring the heat to your cheeks" 

As he finishes the sentence the alchemist let's out a raspy chuckle after seeing your eyes widen and ears start glowing red. You can't tell whether it's the alcohol that's causing your temperature to rise or the fact that Albedo is getting bolder by the minute. Mostly likely both, which proves his statement.

Despite having sobered up just slightly, you still stumbled up the stairs before you could take impact upon the concrete, reacting quickly, Albedo firmly caught your arms, and suddenly an idea came into his tinkering mind.

"My dear, could you stand still for a moment?"

You do as he says, patiently waiting for him as he takes off his long white hooded coat. He asks you to wrap it around your lower waist, using his coat to act as a towel. You follow his instructions without paying any mind to it or giving a second thought.

Although before you could thank him for catching you, he swiftly sweeps you off your feet resulting in you letting out a low startled gasp all while in the motion of being carried by your beloved pale-blondie in bridal style. To ensure your safety and comfort, he'll let you adjust to the position as well as the coat wrapped around your legs first before carrying on to returning home.

"Ah~ Albedoo you're so gentle and sweet to me" you softly state while giggling a little whilst laying your head by his firm shoulder and neck with your eyes resting closed. Albedo tilts his gaze towards your blissed expression and smiles tenderly as he brings you two back to your shared home.

Scaramouche/Wanderer

reader is more stable but unhinged texter here

You quickly stand up upon reading the last text he sent, letting out a little screech mid way through Aether’s sentence, startling him and resulting in him asking what’s wrong. 

“My beloved is heree!” you excitedly exclaim while darting your attention to the front doors of the restaurant, the serene blue dressed male standing by idly waiting for you. You briskly walked over.

Your pace speeds up recklessly, you spread your arms as you reach closer to your beloved puppet boy, closing your eyes to brace yourself for the impact. Crashing into Scaramouche’s figure, he wraps his arms around your waist whilst yours slides up from his biceps to his thin porcelain neck. You suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, joyful to see him after spending many hours with your new friend, the renowned Traveller.

“Well, hey there you silly thing, had enough fun for tonight yet?” he asks as the corners of his lips perks into a smirk, eyebrow raised high. You snickered out a ramble of "Yes" in repetition, in which Scara's wide smirk melts into a fond little smile, just for his love.

As Aether approaches, you motion a wave for him to come closer, "Say hi guys, you two have met more than once! No need to be so awkward at this point.." You proudly state as if you didn't know their past predicament already.

Aether lets out a quiet "Hey" though still remaining eye contact with your loverboy, while Scaramouche only nods in acknowledgement. It's now 10:36pm, you start to doze off a little, resting your eyes all while leaning on your boyfriend's figure for support and muttering, mumbling incoherent jumbles of words into Scara's ear. Of course, they both take notice to your sleepy drunk state and Scaramouche decides to end it off for today,

"Thanks for entertaining them today Traveller, I'll be taking them back home, have a goodnight then." As he says those last few words, he gently shakes you, re-awaking your drifting mind. Making sure you're conscious, his gaze is only in your droopy eyes, he then whispers with one hand on your cheek, "We're going home now okay sleepyhead?" To that you give a nod of approval, rubbing the sleep off your eyes for a little while. You turn your head and attention towards Aether wishing him goodnight and bid him a goodbye as you and your beloved begin walking out.

Just a moment after walking out the doors you come to a stop, in which Scaramouche caught sight of in an instant. "What's wrong? Why did you stop?" he questioned in slight concern for you. You stare into his lovely indigo eyes, in your own little world, you blurted out in reply,

"Can you carry me on your back please" well that seemed very sudden to him but not all that surprising as it's getting late and it isn't easy staying conscious whilst being drunk. He blinks at your pretty little sleep-desiring eyes,

“...Seriously? you're just going to ask me that, out of the blue?” He could only sigh at your needs, although it’s not like he could ever say no to you in moments like these anyways. “I suppose I can make an exception for you, get on.” He lowers his body in a stance for you to hop on his back. You beamed brightly at his quick cooperation and advanced toward his lowered figure, hugging his hunched back and wrapping your arms from the top of his shoulders, down to his hardened chest. Once you're both comfortable and ready to get moving again, he lifts himself and your figure up straight with ease.

Scaramouche ponders for a moment as he starts walking, “So what were you guys talking about if you hung out for half the day?” You let out a muffled hiccup, then gave a peck on the side of his neck before raising your head from nuzzling his neck. “Aether and I were just trying to get to know each other a little better, they asked a bunch of questions like what I was interested in” You replied, words slurring, you took a second to process your sleepy state before continuing, “I- *hic* I said..I was interested in Scara obviouslyy~” you let out a hushed laugh and stirred. You try to shift yourself forward to sneak a peek at Scara’s face, wondering how he’s gonna react. His ears are dusted in red whilst his cheeks burn up within the cool breezy night.

"Do you always spout your feelings around whilst you’re drunk?” He says that as if he hates it but you both know that’s just the way he is, can’t forwardly accept and admit these things until sooner or later. You inhale sharply, “I am drunk but.. *hic* I love you” even if you are drunk, you don’t believe that your feelings would ever go astray like the way your mind does.

“I’ve heard many say that some humans are the most honest with such heartfelt emotions in times like these. I love you too but I am sober.” He smiles at you with absolute devoted affection, at the very moment you’re still not completely sober however you don’t miss the slight rising blush as he brings himself to say those tender words with nothing but utter sincerity. He’s been hurt, put into a shell of despair for many decades only until he learnt the truth of his world, was when he had the ability to free himself of such sorrows and self-pity. Trust is something he felt he would never be able to give out again, and so for you to present your vulnerability so freely to him makes him think twice. Perhaps he’ll take in all your love even if he will experience the pain from all those years ago once again, he would do so, to gain happiness in the moment with you without wanting to think of the possible consequences it may bring. He’ll endure it no matter what, because you are the best thing that has ever happened to him in a long time. Suddenly his deprecating thoughts are brushed away the instant you speak up again,

“Your smile is the prettiest type of smile I have ever seen..” it’s bewildering, just how much he wants to believe in everything you say. Even if it’s complete nonsense, he really is infatuated with you..

“This smile only exists when I’m with you.”

End Note : I'm living in constant fear of tumblr's word limit, I got carried away with Scaramouche's passage but it took me days to write it all out along with procrastination. I was also using a chat bot to gain ideas from Scara's slight identity shift and some replies were so 😰 MOST WERE HELPFUL THOUGH SO IT'S OKAY - asinbunn

[myunghology]

— HIKARU NARA

heizou, kazuha, venti, xiao, aether x gn!reader, slight afab! reader on heizou's first part. but besides that, no set of pronouns used, i think. [crack, fluff, slight suggestive jokes with my painful humor.] likes ’n reblogs are appreciated!! <3

HEIZOU

"i..." "you..?" "i..." you really couldn't understand what heizou was trying to say. "you... want to eat me out?" you muttered out. "what?! no!.. maybe.." he shook his head, you clicked your tongue, "shame. wait what?" "nothing!" you looked away in disappointment, getting a quick kiss on your shoulder. looking back quickly, to see the young detective was gone.

—

"heizou, hide!! you exclaimed, "hm, why is that?" he put a hand on his chin, "because my boyfriend is coming!" an uncomfortable silence filled the atmosphere. he removed his hand from his face, "[name].. you're a dumbass.." your eyes softened, "well you're dating me, doesn't make you any less different." "..but you're my dumbass." he said.

—

"it was a joke babe please open the door!—" what had happened, you may think, well, you decided to pull a prank to your called detective boyfriend, maybe a little too far, for his and your liking. well, not really a prank. all you had to do was ask, "why didn't you tell me?!" flashback.. "why didn't you tell me, heizou?!" you asked, frustrated. "ARE YOU MAD" heizou asked, "I'M SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS YOUR PIZZA IN THE FRIDGE" you paused for a second, "?? THAT WAS YOU?"

KAZUHA

"babe" kazuha whispered, "i see them, you take the left i take the right one." he chuckled, "knew i loved you for a reason. and maybe so much more reasons."

—

“does anyone else feel like shit or is it just me and the guy from radio head." you asked, while you layed your head on kazuhas shoulder, "are you okay, love?" he asked, "i.. feel worn out, jesus christ. my head hurts as well." the older male placed a quick kiss on your forehead, "get better soon. rest for awhile, hm?"

—

"never thought id be replaced by you.. cheater." you grumbled, staring at kazuha hugging you two's cat on your shared bed, "i thought we had something special.." you got on the bed as you felt a hand on your waist, and a small chuckle. did he hear what you said?

VENTI

"no!" venti suddenly grabs your hand, "we're back on OUR bullshit!" you deadpanned, "please, no." you lowered your head.

—

".. would you date me if i was a worm?" you asked, venti hesitated. "im not answering that." he shook his head. "so you wouldn't? why not" "I NEVER SAID I WOULDN'T—" "THEN WHY'D YOU SAY YOU WEREN'T ANSWERING" people stared at you both while you two were bickering around playfully. at least they thought the bickering was playful.

—

"did you do the math hw" he asked, "because if you did, can you send me the answers later.." you slowly turned your head to him. "no." "..what a good excuse. im 99% sure you did it. so might as well send it if you don't want your ass beaten by an archon." he smiled.

XIAO

"xiao." he turned his head, "hm?" "why is my valorant now in gold when i haven't played in a month?" he shrugged, "don't know, did you get hacked? you haven't played in a month, they did you a good thing though." you looked him eye to eye, "did you play on my valorant account?" ".. i just wanted to play comp with you.."

—

"you know xiao, i think modern day dracula would suck hella dick instead of blood." silence filled the room. "please respond. i told you my disturbing sense of humor. by the way i am a vampire." you sarcastically said. xiaos ears turned into a soft shade of pink.

—

"xiao, let's take a picture together!" venti said as he smiled and brought his phone out, as xiao sighed, his eyes not moving from a piece of paper he was using for to study. "..quickly! im gonna send it to [name]!" his eyes went up, as he quickly went beside venti, wearing his glasses cause you said he looked more attractive than he is in glasses.

AETHER

"i just got doxxed on twitter because i didn't like nicki minaj's music." he was shaking when he said that, "that's the problem, you said you didn't like her music, the barbz will hunt you down." you looked down, "babe, let's move."

—

"[name], you bullied me in 7th grade." you shrugged, "im sorry your face looked punchable?" "fuck you" he muttered, "please do." "okay sure" your eyes widened, "wait, what?!"

—

"do you think someone in school has a crush on me?" you questioned, "what's with the sudden question?" aether said, "don't know. answer me!" you rolled your eyes. "yes, me." he wrapped an arm around your waist, "i have a big fat enormous crush on you, [name]."

[sh1-n0bu]

Okay (takes a deep breath) HELLO

I hope you are doing well..So I recently started following you. I'M JUST IN LOOOOVE IN YOUR WRITING

so I had like this angst idea.I'm a sadist.I enjoy putting my fav characters through hell

Angst ask ( I'm still confused about the rules so please forgive me)

Angst (little yandre s/o)

Let's say that we're m/n and we love our s/o very much. We have a vision and we're like the perfect person to exist on teyvat (I literally met a like this person today) looks 100👍 personality (cute, caring and strong ofc) anyway buff them as much u want.So we went on a mission almost died by getting injured.Somehow made it back to s/o's special day.Spend the whole day with them while dying (u know tanjiro who never dies no matter how much injuries he has) like that.But we got ambushed in middle of nowhere .S/o got hit first and became a burden. Can't fight because of the injury (for s/o) and became almost paralyzed and barely killing the enemies.On the other hand we're dying before but everything crashed and we're fighting with death and enemies and had to protect s/o also (S/O was really weak today and we took the hit again for them and finish the whole fight alone) we almost or say SAYONARA BITCH and maybe die on them or our vision is losing it's glow quickly and we are drowning in our own blood

Ur choice

The self hate part (while the're paralyzed) their dark thoughts are talking over them

It's their fault for being so useless

It's their fault we are almost dead or dead

It's their fault

Their fault

Ahhh sorry because this shit is so long

I had more on my brain ehehehe

Anyway if you don't like it please feel free to ignore it

Loooooove you

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

😈anon (The emojis are so messed up in this device)

Have a great year ahead

Best of luck

Byeeeeee

✿ 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 ✿

characters: 6reeze x nb!reader

warnings: blood, fighting, canon typical violence, reader has vision, almost dying, angst, light crack and fluff

notes: WOOOO man 😈 nonnie bby you popped off for this one! also wtf nobu is still alive y’all 😨😨

definitely the type to blame himself the most if the people he loves and cares for would get injured, even if he was in another nation when it happened

you get that feeling of immense guilt when you accidentally step on your pet and they yowl very loudly in pain and you want to apologize and pet them to soothe them but they’re backing away from you?

yeah take that feeling and multiply it ten times, that’s how aether felt when he heard your pained shout when trying to get yourselves away from the ambush

when he saw your body fall down to the dirt with blood slowly seeping into the grass, painting the beautiful field in heartbreaking red, he blanked out

only came to himself when your hand touched his cheek, reminding him that you’re both alive as paimon sobs between you two

he was just so worried that you will leave him behind just like lumine and he couldn’t help the aching feeling of his heart being stabbed as his eyes felt more watery and his throat clenched up

aether already lost a loved one and he’s desperately trying to find her and bring her back, so please be careful and always come back to him and paimon

sobbing into your shoulder as his arms wrapped tightly around your body, the blonde traveler couldn’t tell if the wetness he feels on his cheeks is either from his tears or your blood. and he can’t make out any noises other than the ringing, the terrified thumps of his heart and paimon’s sobs. were you alive? please be alive.

feeling a hand wipe away his tears, aether pulled back from sobbing to your shoulders as he looks at you with wide and puffy eyes. you were alive!

tackling you down into a hug, he ignored your pained grunt as he wailed loudly into your chest. clinging to your shirt, weakly hitting your shoulders as he rambled about being more careful and to never make him nor paimon this worried ever again.

“yeah yeah… but aether we need to patch ourselves up before we bleed out to death”.

“…oh”.

the karmic debt that eats away at his mind, body and heart is always on the brink of taking over and turning him into a mindless, raging beast

and thanks to his karma, the guardian yaksha is always at the tip of his feet. ready to run away, desert himself or if needed to, spread out his golden wings and fly far far away where he would harm no one. only himself

sadly it was another day where his karma was at it’s worst. every single movement, shifting of muscles feeling like they’re being torn apart, every little inhale and exhale of breath feeling like his lungs are being stabbed

that’s when it happened. the ambush, the fatui, the accident - it all happened too fast for the adepti to even realize what was going on until something wet splatters on his cheek

blood. your blood

at that, the guardian yaksha put on his mask, uncaring of the agony in his body as he dashes between the ambushers, swiftly taking them down before returning to your side

feeling a shaky hands trying and failing miserably over and over to wrap a bandage around your torso, you manages to crack an eye open to stare at the blurry figure of your boyfriend. faintly you could hear him cuss under his breath as his weak state tries to stop the bleeding with trembling hands. from fear? anxiety? his own karma? you didn’t know and neither did he.

“shit shit shit shit! just stay awake [name]! we’re almost at the wangshu inn!”

noticing your eyes growing hazy, he places a hand on your shoulder and gently shakes you, causing you to grunt in pain. shit was that the wrong move? did he accidentally caused your injuries to worsen?

the touch of your hand covering his own gloved ones snaps him out of his inner tantrum as he looks at your face.

“idiot… why are you smiling?”

“hahah… calm down, love… it’s not that deep. we can walk to the wangshu inn together…”

as the most famous detective and doushin of inazuma, heizou tends to attract a few ill intention carrying people to himself. and that’s precisely why he always tries to keep your relationship a secret even if he desperately wants to hold your hand in public, take you out on nice dates and see the many beautiful sceneries together

alas, not all relationships can exactly be happy go lucky. more so if the person your in a relationship with is the most successful detective of inazuma

all it happened in a blink of an eye. you and him were just supposed to take a nice walk around the beaches together at late night without too many prying eyes and curious whispers, yet heizou seems to have underestimated just how dirty the kairagi can play

the detective even tried threatening when the gang of treasure hunters and nobushis didn’t budge, instead deciding to attack straight at the two of you. the anemo user was fast but the treasure hoarders were too many for him to handle, causing both of you to end up injured

when seeing your bleeding chest, his breath hitches. hands starting to shake, breathing picking up pace as his mind goes back in a memory lane, way back to when his first and only childhood friend laid dying in his arms with the stupid green pebble clutched in his hand

was this real? was that incident happening all over again? no. no no no no, he can’t - he couldn’t lose you. not you. anyone but you -

feeling your weight slump over his shorter frame, the detective snaps out of his momentary panic attack. as your arm comes up to rest on his shoulder, the wine colored haired young man understands your intention. wrapping his own arm around your middle, heizou guides yourselves back to inazuma city as fast as he could support your larger frame.

“hehe… seems like… people might just find out that we’re dating huh ‘zou?”

“heh… just keep your energy and keep walking [name]”

only when hearing that your wounds weren’t in fatal places did shikanoin managed to breathe out a sigh of relief. shoulders sagging as he feels the heavy weight of anxiety slip off of his body, the doushin enters the room you’re resting in to give you a nice long lecture to never jump in front of him to use yourself as a shield again.

after living in hundreds of years under the perfectly hidden disguise, the anemo archon has seen and heard everything the world had to offer. from the joys of his people during festivals to now, the familiar, disgusting feeling of dread churning in his stomach as he waits for your healing to finish

it was a sudden ambush, he was told by the small group you were traveling with. apparently a few abyss heralds had shown up, causing you to use your pyro vision too much to the point you ended up burning your own self

venti couldn’t sit still. pacing back and forth in front of the door of the cathedral, tapping his feet anxiously, fiddling with the necklace you lovingly placed around his collarbone on your relationship’s first year anniversary - now feeling like he was being choked by the gift he treasured

after what seems like hours, the door opens and he’s let in to meet you

you were staying in one of the emergency rooms at the back of the cathedral. the soft glow of the sunset peeking in through the window shining down on your unconscious body, making him feel a mix of awe at your visage but also dread at the amount of pain your body could possibly be going through

dragging a chair up to sit beside your bed, the bard decides to stay beside your recovering figure until you wake up

grunting and shifting, you could feel the bright afternoon sun beating down on you. it felt unconscious and annoying, why didn’t venti close the curtains? he knows how much you hate the afternoon sun.

wait… venti… curtains…

forcing your eyes to open up, you felt a soft tiny weight laying down on your chest right over your beating heart. bringing a bandaged hand up, you poked at the small figure of the wind spirit.

ah right… the accident with the traveling and the abyss heralds.

at the fifth poke, the tiny wind spirit seems to wake up. yawning, the little guy sits up on your chest before his sleepy hazed mind finally realizes you’re awake.

throughout the rest of the afternoon and way into the night, some of the sisters in the cathedral could hear your voice talking back to an angry sounding chirps. they decided to just act like it never happened and continue on with their work.

“human life is worthless”.

that’s what the puppet always scoffs whenever he comes across a grave or reminded of your mortality by your silly questions of “will you remember me after i’m dead?”

and yet why was he screaming his lungs out as he shakes your unconscious body in his arms?

why was it raining? why was his eyes wet even with the wide brimmed hat covering his face?

… why were you bleeding in the middle of the avidya forest?

after having a meltdown over your paling body, wanderer decides to act quick and take you to someone named tighnari. you’ve introduced the two while you were showing the puppet around sumeru, “he’s great with medicine and is one of the best forest rangers” he could remember your smiling fave as he recalls your words

scooping up your body into his arms, the former harbinger uses his anemo vision to fly towards the small village where the forest ranger is located

bursting in through the front door, wanderer nervously calls out for tighnari as he disregards the many looks of worry, fear and pity around him. he just needed to get you to help fast

it had been a few days since your lover had found you bruised and bleeding on avidya forest’s grounds. there’s not a single moment where he’s gotten up and left your side. not even once, not even when the fennec fox pesters him that he should look out for his own health as well.

just how the fuck was he supposed to look over himself when you could very well be on the thin line between life and death?

it was on the fourth day when the puppet felt your fingers twitch in his gentle grasp. sitting up straight, he sits closer to your unconscious body, hoping, praying to the archons that any sign could be seen or heard.

and this time, the archons seems to have took pity on the poor heartbroken puppet as you shifted and groaned, finally starting to wake up. he breathed out a sigh of relief, a single stray tear falling down his puffy eyes as he wipes it away before cradling your cheeks in his hands tenderly.

“welcome back, darling…”

oh gosh imagine the amount of ptsd flashbacks, panic attacks and self blaming this man gets when he sees you get injured

even worse, when you two are fighting together on the battlefield

when you would get injured his state of mind is immediately reverting back to tomo’s death. the blank vision of his friend, the lightning that incarnated his flesh and bones leaving behind nothing to burry, nothing to remember him by, the sheer absolute helplessness the kaedehara felt

acting on pure instincts alone, the samurai scoops up your bleeding body in his arm and he does the same thing he has done before. run.

only when far away from the ambush place and their chasers could no longer be seen or heard does he allows himself to breathe

placing down your injured body, kazuha brings out a few rolls of bandages as he looks over your wounds

was it in a lethal place? how deep was it? did the ambushers had elemental powers? he didn’t know nor could he remember. his vision is just red as his chest heaves, mind being overridden with nothing but panic

this scenery, this moment, this feeling - it was all too familiar to the poor samurai, he couldn’t even comprehend what was real or what was fake

everything was too much

that was, until he feels your hand tugging on his kimono sleeve

finally taking a few deep breaths to calm his mind and racing heart, kaedehara starts to patch up your wounds, albeit a bit sloppily with his trembling hands

staggering with your taller frame leaning on his shorter one for support, kazuha could make out beidou and the crux members’ surprised and worried shouts as some of them drops the luggage they were moving into the ship, instead running over to the couple to aid their members.

as one of the men take your unconscious body away from him, kazuha finds himself following behind wordlessly to the med room. archons was the blood on his white kimono yours? have you truly lost this much blood?

… would you be okay?

snapping himself out of his sudden dark thought, the wandering samurai feels beidou place a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. she could see the young man wasn’t injured, then that would only mean all of the blood on him is from you.

quietly standing together, the captain and the samurai awaits for the medic to finish patching you up. becoming a comforting pillar to lean on to each other as some time passes until the medic finally comes out with a small smile.

just by looking at the medic, kazuha knew you would pull through. that was how you always were. strong and steady, just like the geo vision you had mastered.

[coffeeghoulie]

Kinktober Day #21: Intercrural Sex

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Aurora/Dew

Summary: Aurora sneaks into Dew's bunk and helps him with a Situation

Contains: Sleepy sex and Dew and Aurora being tooth-rottingly sweet to each other.

Read under the cut or on AO3!

Dew's half awake as he feels someone slip into his bunk, pressing their back against his chest. He knows who it is, brain instantly recognizing Aurora's petrichor and ozone smell. Besides, she's the only member of the pack, besides Cumulus, who's short enough to share a bunk without much maneuvering.

"Wha're you doin', Rory," he mumbles, not bothering to open his eyes as she settles.

"Bad dream," she whispers. She's shivering, even as she wedges herself against Dew's furnace of a body.

Dew doesn't press, just wraps his arms around her waist. He knows what it was like being a new summon. Spent too many nights in Aether's bunk, Mountain's, Omega's, Mist's.

"Go back to sleep," he whispers, subconsciously nuzzling into her hair. She nods with a quiet whimper, snuggling down into the thin mattress. The movement presses her ass into his crotch, and Dew's suddenly awake.

He rolls his eyes, cursing his body's reaction to having a pretty ghoulette in his arms, and settles down to fall back asleep. The rocking of the bus, normally soothing, makes it feel like she's grinding against him.

Dew turns his head, biting hard into his pillow to stifle a whine, tries to will his erection away by thinking about that one time he walked in on Papa Nihil. He still wishes he could bleach his eyes. But no matter what he does, what disgusting things he thinks about, he cannot make his dick listen to him.

He groans under his breath, trying to angle his hips away from her so he isn't pressing his dick into her ass while she sleeps. It just feels rude. She whines, shivering, scooting back so she's flush against him.

"Cold, Dewey, don't go," she whispers. She presses back against him, and Dew curses himself as she tenses in his arms. "Oh," she says, craning her neck to look over her shoulder at him, her green-black eyes glowing like a cat in the dark.

Dew feels his face flush impossibly hotter. "Sorry," he whispers.

"Don't be," she says matter of fact. "Let me help."

"Rory, no, you don't have to," Dew whispers. All he can hear is the bus's engine and the rest of his pack's breathing. He props himself up on an elbow, ready to crawl over her and flee to the tiny bathroom. "I can take care of it, it's not on you."

She rolls over to face him, an almost stern expression on her face. "You're helping me," she whispers, brow furrowed stubbornly, the faint light creeping through the crack of the privacy curtain making her eyes shine. "Let me help you, Dew. Please."

Dew takes a long breath through his nose, her scent permeating his bunk, overpowering his cinnamon smoke. He nods, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of her nose.

Aurora lights up, hands coming up to cling to his shoulders. "Thank you, Dew, for letting me help."

"Of course," he breathes, kicking the blankets off of both of them and cranking his internal temperature up so she doesn't start shivering again. Aurora's in the tiniest pair of silky sleep shorts he's ever seen, and an oversized t-shirt that, if he had to guess, belonged to Aeon once upon a time.

She shimmies her shorts down, and Dew swallows hard as she reaches out, her tiny hands pawing at the ties of his sweats. He helps her push his sweatpants down, having forgone underwear.

Her eyes light up as his cock springs out, pressing herself as close as she can get to his front. "Dew, fuck my thighs," she whispers, giggling quietly as he keens.

"Rory, you can't just say that," Dew complains, even as his cock kicks at the suggestion.

"It'll be quiet, you can get off, and then we go to bed," she says, shrugging. "Besides, why wouldn't I just say it? I'm a big ghoul, I've had sex. Multiple times. A lot of them with you."

He snorts, leaning down to press his forehead to hers. "You're so cute sometimes, Rory," he whispers, pushing her hair behind her ear even as he presses his cock between her thighs.

"Sometimes?" she giggles, humming as she feels the warmth of him, starting to drip pre between her soft thighs, making a slick mess of her skin.

Dew rolls his eyes fondly, biting his lip hard enough to bleed as he begins to thrust. "Fine, you're cute all the time, ladybug."

"Shit, you're so warm," she hums, resting her forehead on his collarbone. Her hands settle on his hips, guiding his movements. "Come on, Dewey. Fuck me."

"I am," he grunts quietly, rocking his hips gently, knowing from experience how loudly the mattress creaks if he goes much faster than this. "Shit, Rory."

She kisses him to shut him up, grinding her hips into him and swallowing his keen. "There we go, flame. Doesn't it feel nice?"

"Yeah," he hisses, pulling the oversized shirt away from her throat, pressing kisses up the lean column of it.

Aurora's eyes flicker shut, basking in his warmth as he moves against her. She squeezes her thighs tighter together, giggling as Dew swears up a storm under his breath.

"Shit, Rory," Dew pants into her skin, smearing a mess of precum between her thighs. His dick twitches, and Aurora looks up at him, eyes snapping open.

"You gonna cum, Dew?" she asks, her tone playful. "You're all worked up, come on, Dew, make a mess of me."

Dew buckles, muffling his groan into her throat as he cums, spilling molten between her thighs. She sighs, eyes fluttering shut, guiding his hips as he works himself through it. "There we go," she hums. "You feeling better now?"

He groans, forehead sticky with sweat. "Need to go clean up," he mumbles, fighting the sudden wave of exhaustion that hits him.

"We can clean up the mess in the morning," Aurora says, pulling her shorts back up and helping Dew tuck himself back away. "Get some sleep."

He smiles dopily, kissing her sweetly on the lips as he settles back down on his side, pulling her flush to him as he wraps his arms around her. "Good night, little ladybug."

"Good night, flame," she whispers back, curling up into his warmth, getting ready to face another day on tour.

[smilingangel582]

Yooo I'm still at a loss for the links and I'm sorry guys...I'm such a clutz, hehe~

☆anyway never mind that let's go down a other roller coaster of tickles with genshin impact. I wanted to right for Kaveh but loss inspiration at the moment... so guys pls bear with me I'll be writing for sweet kaveh soon!

Warning spoilers for fontaine version 4.0!

Ps. Are my fics so bad that Lyney still refuses to come to me!!! I want him, so I'll keep on writing till he comes to me! Heck, his C3 sister is waiting too nyaaaahaaa~

Magic is a performance of art with picturesque illusions. Lyney often became overwhelmed by Caeser's joy in magic as he taught him several aspects of it. Indeed, he began to love it as well... especially playing tricks on others' minds as he played on.

It'd often the smaller ones thst excited kids more. Picking mora from their ears, picking flowers out from under his cloak, he could fo ample things just to get the audience happy.

It's usually days when the big magic tricks would begin, most unexpectedly he feels nervous though he had a knack for avoiding troublesome thoughts. Only Lynette read him like a book...

"Lyney!"

The sharp tone made him look up instantly, startled by his loss of awareness as he was sipping tea at his place with the traveller. Freminet was missing as always, being engrossed in diving - perhaps he ought to learn how to relax from him as well.

Ever since the trial, he became anxious about doing grand performances. He did perfect it at practice, but...he was worried if someone would sabotage his show again and create another victim...

Seeing Aether tilt his head in question to ask how he's feeling, Lyney chuckled sheepishly. "Oh dear, sorry to zone out like this... I may have been preoccupied by the fact that Paimon's not tired of floating around"

"Hey, Paimon's floating his similar to you guys walking, you know!"

Seeing her indignant reaction, he thought he had drawn their attention away from him. Still, Lynette didn't even make an attempt to sound accusing as she calmly said, "You're rigid, brother... perhaps you're nervous after all"

"W-what..? Surely you jest... I'm just more concerned about Paimon's logic to floating, " his face darkened as he lowered his head to the side to avoid any misgivings though the opposite just convoluted.

"Hey, you better not mess with Paimon!" Paimon, being Paimon, ignorantly grumbled in her chirpy voice, sounding offended presumably. Still, Aether could sense his offensive tactic being seen through. He might find it more intriguing to see past the crumbling defence he built desperately...

He shook his head now. "Lyney, we're close enough to see through your act..."

"Ah, drats..." he smiled weakly, seeing how his sister and the traveller were onto him. Keeping his tea cup to its original place on the table, he began to reason.

Now his solid defence has a crack...

"Alright, alright, guys... I am human, so I'll admit I am nervous after the water tank incident, " he offered. Now Lynette stated slight concern in her cool tone,"It's not the same trick... so why are you that worried?"

Sighing, he bit his lip, as if he got scolded by a teacher, "Making mistakes, I guess?"

Aether noticed his stiffness. He could tell the young magician must have been traumatised by the death of Cowell. Either way, they came here to cheer him on. He wondered if he could do anything for him... something to perk him up.

"Lyney" Aether began now gesturing to Paimon. "Allow Paimon to massage your shoulders... to make you relax... she's good at that"

Paimon gasped at Aether audacity to make a request unbeknowst to her, "You little! Of course, you put this on Paimon...!"

Regardless, her starry gaze genuinely desired to help, so she began "Alright Lyney let Paimon loosen you up"

Lyney anxiously waved a hand. "Oh n-no need... It's not really necessary... I really don't have stiff shoulders..."

(Cute...)

Aether rolling his eyes said, "Come on Lyney, no more secrets its obvious they are stiff..."

Before Lyney could evade the offer, Paimon was already behind him. "Relaaax, Paimon is an expert masseur. She can make you lose your fears in a snap!" She removed the pegged Cape so easily, and began to descend.

Until he staggered away, immediately stiffened by her gentle fingers reaching for his shoulders.

"D-dont Paimon... its not necessary"

She couldn't even touch him when he slid off from the couch only to stand and face her, Paimon pouted "Awww but can't you trust Paimon?"

"I...uh... It's not t-trust..."

Lynette, seeing the obvious issue and she finally pointed out, "It's not you, Paimon. He's got ticklish shoulders..."

"Lynette!!"

The casual reply made him blush but only to let Paimon's curious eyes widen in wonder. She waves her arms in frantic excitement "Nooo way Lyney! You didn't tell us your ticklish!"

Extremely nervous, he lowered his hat to hide the blush "A-Arent we all Paimon...?"

Most of Paimon's giggled converted to menacing titters as she wiggled her fingers. "So come here and let Paimon make you relax in a better way"

He had not expected this situation to collapse on him like this. He backed a little too far to bump into a seated Aether's knees and fell, half on his lap.

"Oh dear my apologihihihiies -Wahahait!" He struggled to sit up and grab Aether's sneaking fingers prodding his sides.

His squeaks contagiously threatened to leave his lips as Aether was mischievous as well.

"Are the fatuus this weak to tickling? I must say that's a bit disadvantageous"

Paimon, floating towards Lyney's upper body, began to perform her special tickly massage on his shoulders "Waiit for Paimon Aether, she wants to tickle him too!"

"Ahahha guys plehehehease" he curled now bur Aether grabbed his hips and snickered at the stream of loud and sweet giggles, "as I was saying... we could make you spill any little secret from the house of the hearth right?"

"Ihihihin your dreheheeheams I'm nohohot thahahahat weheheheheak"

"Ahhh, tsk, tsk it's not about being weak... It's about how ticklish you are, " he taunted by kneading his ribs with pure intent to torture information out of him.

Poor Lyney, on the other hand, tried to roll to the ground, but Aether got up and pinned him further to the couch, now both of the ganging on him where he's cornered.

"Lynehehehehtte!" The twin sister peacefully finishes her tea before saying,"It's ironic how his worst spots are the most exposed areas. His armpits and thighs are pretty bad, you know"

Hearing this intel Paimon snickered "ehehehehe let Paimon excell her Paimonial wrath! Your armpits are Paimons now!!!" She charged in yo perfectly fit her small hands into his delicate armpits, she even blowed at his neck to make him squeal and hiccup into louder giggles and laughs.

"This was just to make you relax, so..." Aether teasingly swiped a finger over his thighs suddenly, making him shrill in shock and squeak, "Pleheheheease!"

"So no... at least not today, " he said this, and Paimon reluctantly backed off."That was for making fun of Paimon!"

Chuckling at her ridiculous high pitched complain Aether now cupped his cheeks to get a better look at his adorably blushing red face. "Teyvat to Lyney... you there~"

He still giggled as he said "Aaha yes, I must thank you, but... that was a bit much, wasn't it"

Meanwhile, Lynette coolly expressed, "Ignore him. He loves being tickled so you guys can knock yourselves out"

Lyney flustered now "Y-You can't just...!"

"Oh really?" Aether grabbed his shoulders now making him stiffen again "I thought I found a knot right here? Guess Paimon's masseur skills are still lacking"

"Hey!" One from Paimon.

"HEHehehey!" Another from a bewildered Lyney who giggled at the light touch now trying to move away.

"Ahahaha nohohot again! Nohohot thehehhe shoulders ahahahaha aehehehehther!"

"Let the magic begin!" Lynette smirked, joining the finale of wrecking her brother. None of them have the intention of letting Lyney go until he's cheered and satisfied.

Well... not that Lyney wanted it to stop... he liked this feeling...

[lovelynim]

Congratulations on your milestone!! 🥳🥳🥳 You're so so creative and talented! I love your event so much skdkg

If I'm still on time, (if not, please feel free to ignore this!), could I request Wanderer & traveler of your choice, wheeeere traveler gets just t i r e d of Wanderer's nasty attitude so our traveler has to tickle that attitude out of him? >:)

If this doesn't inspired you, feel free to ignore it! Thank you very much and congratulations agaaaain~ ❤️❤️❤️

AHHH MIA

Thank you so much <3 <3 heheh and, well, your prompt did inspire me to write something. I hope you like it ~ I'm eager to see how this one turns out...

also sorry, i couldn't come up with a name for him so i just called him Scara

“Scara, plea-”

“I don’t want to.”

Aether sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to not lose his temper and snap back at the wanderer at that moment. He still needed his cooperation to reach that luxurious chest. ‘Think of the rewards, Aether, the rewards’, he told himself inside his mind. Maybe a different approach would do it…

“I really need your help, you know? I could end up hurting myself trying to climb that.”

“You can fall off that cliff for all I care.”

Aether jaw dropped in disbelief, shocked by the coldness and stubbornness of his teammate. His eyes twitched as Scara was starting to get at his nerves. The Lesser Lord Kusanali herself asked him to try to tag along with him, to keep him company and all, but this guy was simply impossible.

“You- ugh, can you stop with all this snark?”

The wanderer grinned, noticing how the traveler was already so flustered. “What if I don’t want to stop, huh? What then?” He continued, letting out a small chuckle when he saw Aether’s fists clenching. “You dragged me to this when I said I didn’t want to come, deal wit- AHH!”

Before he could do another sentence, Aether tackled him down to the ground, sitting on top of his legs. Using his arms to try to lift himself, Scara could only catch a glimpse of the traveler cracking his fingers with an angry smile on his face.

“What are you do-AHAH! NoHOHOh!!” 

Aether didn’t bother to answer, taking out all his hands as he mercilessly dug into the boy’s hips. Letting out some embarrassing high pitched laughter, Scara’s arms flailed around, barely able to reach Aether’s hands from where he was.

“AhaHAHAh, s-stohOHOHop!!” He whined through another stream of giggles, arching his back as Aether squeezed his side before going back to his hips.

“You reaaaally need to watch your words, Scara,” Aether muttered, not sure if his words could be heard under the other’s loud cackles, but the annoyance was evident in his voice. The angry, irritated smile remained in his face, making him almost look like some sort of psychotic villain. “People might not like how mean you sound sometimes, you know?”

“E-EnohOHIOugh! AHAhaha, j-just quIHihi- AHAH, q-quit ihihit!” He cried out softly, thrashing his head left and right as he tried to escape from the unbearable touch on his hips.

“Well, that depends,” Aether said, taking a deep sigh as he decided to give the wanderer a break from the ticklish punishment. Sitting back on Scara’s legs and moving his hands away, Aether crossed his arms as he looked down at the boy. “Do you have something to say to me?”

“Y-yes,” the wanderer wheezed, trying to catch his breath.

[thesunhatesme]

A missing tooth

Wc:1,1 k Chapter: 2 Chapter one

Phantom and Swiss woke up early the next morning, it was still dark outside. They got up and started getting dressed. Aether knocked on the door and came in with some pain meds for Phantom, who gladly took them. Then he wanted to take his blood pressure before letting him go.

They made their way back to the den for some breakfast and met up with Copia. Breakfast was proven very difficult when missing a tooth, biting in a sandwich was not easy and anything coming in contact with it hurt, so he ended up eating some dry cereal with a glass of chocolate milk.

Breakfast was finished and Swiss helped him brush his teeth which was proven to be just as painful as the night before. But they were very careful and took brakes when needed to make it as comfortable as possible. After ten minutes they were done and Swiss helped tame his hair.

“Will you come with me?” Phantom asked as Swiss brushed his hair. He didn't really want to go alone, especially not to the dentist.

“I'm sorry Bug, but I have to help in the infirmary today” Swiss answered as he looked at Phantom in the mirror.

“Oh” Phantom mumbled and looked down.

“But Copia will go with you, that's okay, right”

Phantom shrugged “I guess”. It wasn't Swiss but he loved Copia and trusted him too. It would be fine, he told himself.

Swiss hugged Phantom goodbye and gave him a kiss between the horns before they left. Phantom didn't want to go but Copia led him to the car and let him decide the music and Swiss waved them goodbye as they drove off. 

Copia told him about what the dentist would do on the way there, he knew that just knowing what was going to happen would calm Phantom down very much. He also promised him a McDonalds chicken nugget meal as a treat after.

They arrived at the dentist and Copia parked the car. Phantom had fallen asleep on the way so Copia woke him up and they started walking towards the entrance. Copia noticed how tense his ghoul was and grabbed his hand, and they continued walking hand in hand.

When they entered Copia checked Phantom in before sitting down in the waiting room, Phantom resting his head on Copias shoulder and Copia holding his hand and trying to comfort him. It was hard but he didn't run away and Copia took that as a win.

Soon enough someone called them in and led them to a room. Copia sat down in a chair by the wall and Phantom sat down in the chair in the middle of the room. Everything was white, the walls, the floor and the sealing, everything except for the chair, that was blue.The dentist introduced himself and explained what they would do.

The dentist started by putting a heavy thing around Phantom's neck and upper chest, he explained how it would protect him from the x-ray. Then he put something in his mouth and asked him to bite down on it. It hurt a bit and was very tricky, but he managed. The dentist and Copia left the room so that Phantom could be x-rayed.

The dentist sat down by his desk and looked over the results. He then turned around and held them up to show Copia and Phantom. “You can see here” he said as he pointed, “that there's a crack hiding under the gum and if you look closely” he continued as he took a red marker and circled around a spot, “You can see that the jaw bone is chipped”

“Will you be able to fix it?” Copia asked, concern painting his face. 

“Not today, he will need a surgery, but we can fix the tooth temporarily”

The dentist started preparing everything he would need to fix the tooth and prepared the anesthetic syringes, explaining that they would numb his mouth and he wouldn't feel a thing. He told them about how he would take away the nerves that were exposed and then try to glue the peaces of tooth back together. 

The dentist tipped back the blue chair and draped something blue over Phantom's upper body. Copia held his hand when it was time for the numbing. It didn't hurt, it just felt cold, it was a very weird sensation.

The dentist attached something to his lips, he couldn't feel it but he could see it in the mirror above him. Then he put some blue medical wrap on the things and cut a hole for his tooth. He explained how it was important that the chemicals only came in contact with the tooth because they could harm the body.

When all the preparation was done, the dentist took out something that he said would take away the exposed nerves. He held the thing up to his tooth and as soon as he started, Phantom's whole body tensed, back bowing off the bed as the pain rushed through his body.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” Copia yelled as he rushed over to Phantom's side, taking his hand again. “Can you give him anything more?” He asked, he hated seeing his ghouls in pain, it made him sick to the stomach. 

“Of course I can, it's not supposed to hurt this much” The dentist answered as he started preparing one more anesthetic syringe. Copia held Phantom's hand and stroked his thigh to comfort him. It had scared Phantom, it felt like his tooth was on fire and it sent shock waves through his whole body.

The dentist injected the anesthesia and continued to put the tooth together. It didn't hurt at all this time, but Phantom was still tense and the muscles in his body started getting shaky from how tense they were. Copia of course noticed and put his hands on his shaky muscles to try to get him to relax. He knew Phantom would be exhausted after this, and he didn't want him to be sore too.

The dentist was done and started taking away all the clips and medical wrap. It was finally done. He tipped the chair up again and gave Phantom a glass of water to wash his mouth out with.

“I want you to be very careful the next two weeks, no biting with your front teeth, especially no hard things like apples or carrots” The dentist told them. He kept on telling Copia what Phantom would be able to do and not. Phantom tried to listen, but he was so exhausted. But Copia listened carefully and asked questions, wanting the best for Phantom.

[thelampisaflashlight]

Everything Goes On Pt. 1

[Surprise, it's divorce. Angst. Not suitable for younger audiences.] Below the cut.

"I just think I want... I think what we want, what we are, as a couple has changed." Aether says, his hand on Dew's knee as they sit side by side on their shared bed -the one that Dew decides in that moment that he'll never sleep in again- he rubs soothing circles with his thumb, but his touch feels... wrong now.

Dew crosses his legs and ignores the faint tingle left behind by Aether's warm hands.

"What I want..." he forces the lump in his throat down, "...is to stay together."

Aether sighs and it sounds...

Cold.

Distant.

Less empathetic more... tired.

"Dew..." he starts, pausing to rub his hands down his face before patting them against his thighs to ground himself and force the words he wants -no, needs- to say out, "...I want... wanted-"

Dew winces at the other's correction.

"-I wanted us to be together, too, but our priorities are... they're just different now. I have things I want that I can't force you to give me." Aether says, clasping his hands in front of him in his lap, "I'm... I'm leaving the abbey. I'm going home-"

"This IS your home..." Dew whispers, unable to speak any louder for fear of his voice cracking, "...Why are you doing this...? Why... Why are you doing this to me?"

Aether makes a sound, somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.

"Because it's not about you."

The words hit Dew like a slap across the face.

Because it's not about you.

"It sure fucking feels like it is." he hisses, standing up and facing Aether, who casts his own eyes upon the floor, "W-What..."

Fucking dammit.

"What did I do?"

The ghoul lifts his head and meets his gaze, no softness, no adoration...

No love.

"Nothing." Aether says, "And that's half the problem."

Dew's eye twitches.

"Nothing?? I've done nothing??" his eyes go wide, his chest grows tight, "I-"

"Emotionally speaking... you just... aren't the same."

"...What?"

Aether pats the bed.

"Sit back down."

"No..."

"I said sit." Aether growls.

Dew swallows... but he does sit.

He does sit, and he hates himself all the more for it.

"To be honest," he begins, "I've felt this way for a long time now. Maybe I should have said something sooner, then maybe we could have talked things out... I led you on, and, for that, I'm sorry-"

"You're not." Dew thinks, "You don't regret it at all."

"-but beyond sex-"

Dew closes his eyes and pretends he's anywhere but here right now.

"-what have you ever actually done for me?"

Silence.

"Name one thing."

Silence.

"...See? Doesn't feel good, does it?" Aether says after a moment, "So, yeah, there it is. I was trying to spare your feelings, but, well, I don't even know if you have feel-"

"Stop."

"Dew-"

"I know what you're going to fucking say, and fuck you."

"...Okay, that's fair. I crossed a line there."

Dew stands again.

"So we're done then?" he asks, gesturing broadly at the room around them, "Four fucking years..."

"Four fucking years!" he shouts, wanting desperately to throw something, but instead lowering his arms at his sides, clenched fists turning into open palms, "...Four years, Aeth. We've been together for four years, we were... we were building a life together and now you're just... you're throwing that away?"

"When I think about the future I want..." Aether says, getting to his feet and heading for the door, "...you're not a part of it anymore."

Dew stops him, opening the door and stepping outside.

"Then at least let me be the one to leave first." he remarks calmly, a small, sad smile on his face, "I guess I don't have to tell you to gather up your things, since I already saw the boxes folded up in the closet earlier."

"I-" Aether frowns, but Dew cuts him off again.

"I hope this makes you happy... because I'm certainly not." he says, "But, ya know, if what you were going to say is true, then I never knew what that felt like to begin with."

Aether says something, but it's muffled by the sound of the door shutting in his face.

Dew lingers in the hallway for a moment, dazed.

Maybe Aether is right and he doesn't have feelings, because all he feels right now is numb.

He breathes in a sharp inhale.

Unsteady.

He turns and makes his way down the hall, moving with purpose even if he isn't sure where he's going.

Normally, when he's upset, he goes to his room.

Their room.

But now he has nowhere to go.

So he goes nowhere.

And, man, does nowhere look a lot like the loft above the second floor of the library.

He scales the ladder without much thought and nestles himself in the large beanbag chair that nobody uses but him.

It's old and worn and conforms perfectly to his body, encompassing him in comfort he can't bring himself to enjoy.

He lays there, staring at the ceiling for a while before reaching into his pockets for his phone, but coming up empty.

"Right," he thinks, closing his eyes, "it's back in the room charging."

He'll get it later.

Maybe.

Annoyingly, by the afternoon, word has gotten around about their break-up.

Not that Dew has said anything about it, he's been too busy counting the cobwebs accumulating on the ceiling -the new librarian is afraid of heights and gets too shaky on the ladder to clean up here, even when he holds it for him- but from the chatter down below, Aether must have told everyone himself.

"I can't believe they lasted that long."

"Honestly, if I was Aether, I would have just kept hooking up with him until it was time to leave-"

"I wouldn't have dated him to begin with, Dew's too unstable..."

"You're taking that guy's side? Imagine being Dew right now, that was probably the only chance he had at a steady relationship"

"He'll be over it in a week tops."

"A week? I give him a day. Dude doesn't care about anyone but himself."

Sure, kick him while he's down.

He deserves it.

"I heard-"

A loud clap echoes through the library, startling the gossiping siblings into silence.

"If you have time to talk, you're clearly not reading or trying to study and have no business here." a stern voice announces, "So get out and let others make use of the space."

There's a bit of shuffling and the sounds of chairs being moved before Dew hears the door to the library click shut, and the voice from a moment ago calls up in a far gentler tone.

"Stay up there as long as you need."

"...Thanks, Quincy."

Dew can't see him, but he can sense the librarian's eyes on him, even from down below.

"...I'll be okay." he adds, "So don't worry about it."

"I'm not going to say it, but you know what I mean." Quincy says.

"Maybe in a day or two, when it's not... ya know. Fresh."

"Right. At any rate... I'm working late tonight, so I'll leave the lights on a little longer than usual."

"...I appreciate that."

.

.

.

By the time Dew leaves the library, the sun is setting outside, and he can feel his back click from laying in the same position all day.

He thinks he should be hungry by now, too, but despite how empty he's feeling otherwise, his stomach feels... fine.

He doesn't really like eating when he's sad.

Makes the food taste funny, but he knows he can't just... not eat.

A slice of bread or maybe some chips.

That's all he wants, but-

Laughter.

Dew freezes in the doorway to the ghouls' living room, stares across the space to the kitchenette and sees...

"So I said-"

Aether.

Aether and...

"Said what?" someone asks, sounds like Swiss, but everything seems so distant all of a sudden.

Everyone.

Everyone's standing around in the kitchen with Aether.

Laughing.

Laughing like his world wasn't just shattered.

"So I said-"

Said what.

What are they talking about?

Are they... are they talking about this morning?

Is that why they're laughing...?

They're all...

"Dew?"

...They're all laughing at him.

He's not sure what gives him the strength to walk away.

What makes him think twice about going over there and beating the shit out of each and every one of them...

...but he hates that the voice of reason in his head -the one telling him to consider the possibility that he just walked in on an unrelated conversation- sounds like Aether.

And, as he walks down the hall, he hates the fact that he can't hear anyone -can't hear Aether- walking after him to check on him when he's clearly not...

"I don't even know if you have feelings."

Dew swings at the imaginary Aether in his thoughts and misses, because of course he would, and slams his fist hard into the stone wall beside him.

Pain shoots through his knuckles as the rough rock tears at the thin skin there.

Dew gives a wordless scream and hits the wall again.

"Too unstable."

Fuck.

"Doesn't care about anyone but himself."

FUCK.

"...Fuck..."

Maybe he is unstable, but...

...If there's one person in this world Dew couldn't give less of a shit about....

...it's himself.

"You asshole, that was your job..." Dew hiccups, "...You were supposed to care... you were supposed to love me... You SAID you loved me..."

"-but beyond sex-"

...Is that all he was good for?

Is... is that the best he has to offer someone?

He... he tried so hard to show Aether he loved him.

He told him all the time, too!

Even when... even when he wasn't sure.

Dew blinks away his tears, pulling his sleeve over his palm to rub it over his eyes.

He sits down on the floor, back against the wall.

"...Satanas..." he sighs, "...maybe I should be the one going home..."

Ah.

Right.

Home.

That used to be where Aether was -still is when he tries to imagine it- but more pressingly, through the fog of misery clouding his mind, home is where his phone is.

He gets up, slow and zombielike, and trudges along with his head dipped down low.

"Don't think, just get in, get out." he tells himself, "You don't care, you don't have feelings, so this won't..."

...Hurt.

Dew stares at the suitcases sitting open on the bed.

Sees them half full with Aether's things, and...

"I bought him this shirt." Dew says, picking up the funkily patterned polo shirt from the top of the stack, pinching the soft fabric between his fingers, "..."

The first tear is hard.

It takes more effort than he expected, but once his claws hook into the seams, it practically falls apart in his hands.

But it doesn't... it doesn't scratch the strange itch in the back of his skull.

He needs...

He turns to Aether's beside table and pulls the drawer all the way out without a second thought.

Dumps the contents on the bed and grabs the pictures that flutter down a bit slower than the bulkier parts of the mess.

Pictures of him.

Pictures of them.

Pictures of the so-called "good times"...

The stupid fucking polaroid plastic is impossible to rip in one go, so he grabs the barber scissors from the bathroom.

He makes a fine confetti when all is said and done and lets it fall across the bed.

Still not enough-

Dew throws Aether's things in the hallway.

Lets the suitcase smack against the opposing wall.

Throws the stupid fucking matching mugs they bought at some tourist trap while in a city countries away.

Throws the scrapbook he was working on for their stupid fucking anniversary-

...and then his phone chimes.

Across the bed, long forgotten in his rage.

And, damn, if he doesn't want to throw that, too, when he sees his own stupid fucking smiling face squished against Aether's on his lockscreen.