Revoked Privileges

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YOUR INSECURITIES BASED ON THE HQ CHARACTERS YOU LIKE

— 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎

author’s note: hello! i’m not sure if this has been done before but this was something i just thought about and decided to write down :) let me know if these are accurate or if you related to them ^^

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𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀

you work hard to achieve your dreams but you don’t have the support of those around you. you wish you could get credit for wanting to pursue your happiness but you don’t. the rare affirmations you get are the things that keep you going. people telling you that you’re never going to make it is really discouraging because you already know it’s hard. you just want them to tell you that you can. you want validation.

𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀

social situations may be difficult for you. you try to make friends but you often feel insecure that they don’t like you and you’re scared of being rejected. it’s not that you don’t want to make friends, because you do. you want to be included. you’re just afraid that you’ll say something wrong and they’ll hate you, and that everyone will end up abandoning you and you’ll be all alone again.

𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐊𝐈

you lack passion and direction. you just go through the motions and watch the days pass, doing things only out of routine. you look at others doing well because they’re pursuing the things that they love and you wish you could be like them. but you’re afraid to put in too much effort, because it’ll be a waste if you don’t reach your dreams. failure scares you so you settle for something more reachable, but something inside you still yearns for more.

𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈

you feel like a wallflower, the one at the side of the room that no one pays attention to. but you want attention. you want to be recognised. but at the same time, you’re not sure what talent or characteristics you’ll be recognised for because you don’t feel like you’re great in anything, especially when there are others so much better than you. you don’t feel special, but you want to be.

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀

you’re always there for everyone, but no one is there for you. you hang out with a lot of people and you’re generally good at making friends, but sometimes you still feel lonely and you don’t really understand why. you have insecurities no one knows about because you hide them behind your smile. no one sees the tears you cry before you sleep at night. you want people to ask about you. you want people to think about you. you want to feel important.

𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈

you’re tired of your responsibilities and you really just want to rest. you wish you had the capacity to handle them all but sometimes it’s too much and you break down from all the stress. but even then, you continue to help people. you continue to push yourself until you’re exhausted because you don’t want to let people down. you can’t, not when everyone is depending on you. so you say yes, even though inside, you know you should say no.

𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐇𝐈

you probably have a resting bitch face and people’s first impression of you is always that you’re scary or intimidating. it actually really hurts your feelings because you don’t want to be seen that way. you wish people would describe you as friendly and approachable but no one does. you try to make friends but oftentimes you rely on others to make friends with you first.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐀

you harbour a lot of regrets. you beat yourself up over your past mistakes because you know you could have done better, but you didn’t. you failed. you failed both yourself and everyone who put their trust in you. but you don’t tell anyone that you feel this way, you just keep the guilt inside of you. you put on a brave face for everyone and you refuse to cry in front of them because you know you have to stay strong. but on the inside, you’re crumbling, and you blame yourself the most.

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀

you wish you weren’t so mediocre. you try to compensate for your mediocracy by being loud or covering it up with humour. but deep down, you know that you’re just brushing it under the carpet and you curse yourself for your lack of prowess. if only you weren’t so plain, people would like you and people would want you. you want to be wanted by others. you wish you could be the main character, but you know you’re not. you’ll only ever be a side character.

𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐀

you think you’re incapable and you prefer to take the back seat. there is no way that someone as average as yourself could possibly achieve greatness anyway. and yet, something inside you craves for success. but you don’t want to make a fool out of yourself by attempting something you’re not good at. but that also means that you’ll never improve, and you hate being stagnant. it’s a vicious cycle that you’re stuck in: you want to step out but you like the safety of your comfort zone.

𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈

you are a people pleaser. you are nice to a fault and unfortunately, some people take advantage of your kindness. they’re always taking from you and you want to say no, but you can’t bring yourself to. you don’t want them to hate you, so you continue to give and give and give until you are completely sucked dry. people walk all over you and you hate that you’re so weak. you wish you could stand up to them but you’re scared. because ultimately, you care about what they think of you. and you care way too much.

𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐊𝐎

you are extremely self-conscious and you always focus on your imperfections. despite being told that you are perfect, you remain very self-critical and you always find flaws in yourself and things you want to change. you know you should love yourself for who you are, but there are parts of you that you still have difficulty accepting. you see others owning their confidence and you wish you could be like them. you want to love yourself too, but you’re just not sure how to start.

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sake !

D𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊

𖧷 This man is a husband material. He always carries a spare hairtie with him just in case you want to tie your hair. He also started carrying medicine, and that's because of what happened to Itto when he got an allergic reaction to beans. This man was traumatized, so he also checks if you have any allergies. 

𖧷 He will always remember and notice the small things you do, like your habits and quirks. Oh, you don't like pumpkin in your food? Okay, he's already taken care of that by eating it instead. Do you always drink a glass of warm water after you wake up in the morning? There's already warm water on your bedside table whenever you wake up.

𖧷 When you mention something, like wanting to read this book for a while now, You bet that he bought that book the very next day and handed it to you as a gift.

𖧷 Thoma is a dog person, so he needs to pet the stray dogs whenever you guys go on a stroll or a date. According to him, it's not a want, it's a need. 

𖧷 He will probably like it if you get along with the siblings since they're like family to him. He likes it when you play with his hair and put it into different hairstyles. 

𖧷 He definitely talks about you to Ayaka, and she will always listen to him. Ayaka thinks you two are soulmates because you fit each other perfectly. 

𖧷 His love language is acts of service. He loves it when he cooks for you and you enjoy his food. So, picnic dates are common in your relationship. 

𖧷 He gives you handwritten letters and poems from time to time, just to remind you how precious you are to him.

𖧷 Dating Thoma is 10/10.

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CUTE THINGS THEY DO

KITA. he likes to pick out flowers from his garden and give them to you. his grandma helps them arrange them into a cute bouquet.  put a small bow around them and include a small card full of sweet words from him. he does it often because he likes the way you smile when he gives them to you.  

OIKAWA. will tuck stray pieces of hair behind your ear. he does it because he knows they bother you, but sometimes he gets cheeky and claims its because he wants to see your ‘gorgeous face’. while it may seem like he’s teasing you, his words are sincere.

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if katsuki has told you once, he’s told you a thousand times—don’t wait up for me.

you never did understand what all the fuss was about. sure, the fatigue would catch up to you after a few consecutive days of doing so—but it was never anything a little more sleep in the morning couldn’t solve.

still, after seeing how adamant he was about the whole thing, you dropped the habit altogether—or at least, he thought you did.

it’s almost midnight when katsuki arrives home, easing the front door shut with the utmost care. he doesn’t bat an eye upon noticing the dull amber glow emanating from the kitchen—you always leave the little light above the stove on for him. he does however, feel his heart skip a beat when he rounds the corner and sees a figure clad in black sitting at his kitchen island.

he easily recognizes the figure as you—seemingly lost in your own little world as you rest your chin in your palm and stare down at your phone. you click on a news article that catches your eye—one from just two hours ago. dynamight’s big rescue! on the evening of tuesday september 6th, three villains entered a bank around ni—

“the hell are you doin’?” his voice lingers from the doorway, much softer than usual—because he knows you’re unaware of his presence.

it startles you nonetheless, but it could have been much worse—he probably just saved you from a major heart attack. a true hero, even off duty.

“just some light reading,” you turn your head and give him a sheepish smile, simultaneously giving him a once over for any injuries. fortunately, you find none—not that you can see at least.

“meant what’re you doin’ up,” he replies, crossing his strong arms over his chest as he takes a few steps further into the kitchen.

“waiting for you,” you hum, hopping out of your chair and padding over to him. he watches, from the moment those words leave your mouth to the moment you wrap your arms around his neck—and then he turns his head. “kats, i missed you.”

he knew it was coming, but that didn’t mean it was any easier to hear. lately, with this increase in crime, you’ve been seeing him less and less. he hates it, but he knows you—and how quick you’d drop everything for a little more time together. he’s witnessed it, all those late nights and early mornings, they took a toll on you—and you don’t deserve that. so, he put an end to it, made sure you knew how important your health was, and had you sleeping like a baby by ten o’clock most nights. but, here you are.

“go,” he nods towards the stairs and rests a hand on your lower back, ushering you ever so gently. “‘ll be there in fifteen.”

he’ll inhale his dinner, wash up at the speed of light, and slide into bed next to you—just like the old days, right?

“i haven’t eaten yet,” you mumble.

you feel his hand stiffen up, and he’s no longer steering you towards your bedroom. he peers down, scarlet eyes boring into you from right beneath his furrowed brow—because he knows that you know, he’d never let you go to bed on an empty stomach. touché.

“pain in my ass,” he mutters, dropping his hand and letting you shuffle towards the fridge where you’re harbouring two plates of leftovers. he trails his gaze down to your feet, and you swear you hear a little snort slip out of him.

as if drowning yourself in his hoodie and sweats wasn’t enough, you have his slippers on—and they’re a size, or seven too big for your feet. you don’t have enough fingers to count all the times he’s called you ronald, or said that he didn’t know the fuckin’ circus was back in town. he can make all the clown jokes he wants, you’ll never give up that warmth and comfort—him getting a kick out of the whole thing is a side effect you can handle.

“how was patrol?” you ask, sliding one of the plates into the microwave. you more or less know how it went, but you’ll keep that to yourself.

he mumbles a same old shit before giving you a vague rundown of the bank robbery—well, the attempted bank robbery. he’s cut off by the loud beeps that echo throughout the room. you reach for the button that opens the little door, but he beats you to it, nudging you away with his hip. he removes the plate—and it’s blatantly obvious that it’s his—the portion size being a dead giveaway. still, he holds it out for you to take. “eat.”

the look on your face must’ve said it all, because he’s quick to follow up. “‘ll finish what you don’t, baby. sit, eat.”

his gaze lingers on you for just a tad longer than usual before he turns around and heads for the second plate. there’s probably half the amount of food on this one, but he doesn’t seem to mind. so you sit, and eat. he’s not far behind, plopping down next to you just a couple minutes later.

“katsuki?” you side eye him, thinking about how cute he looks with his cheeks all full. it’s been a little while since you’ve sat down and had a meal with him—this is perfect, just what you wanted. still, you can’t help but look ahead as you yearn for a little more. “will you wake me up before you leave tomorrow morning?”

“mmm,” he holds his hand in front of his mouth, rapidly chewing the remainder of his bite so he can answer you. “whatever, but if you swing at me once ‘m leavin’ you there.”

as much as katsuki would love to have a testy six am encounter with the little overtired monster that is you—he won’t, because he’s going to let you sleep until your sweet heart’s content.

you won’t be happy, he knows that—hell, maybe you’ll even swing at him tomorrow evening while fully awake. nah, who’s he kidding? you’d never consciously do that. he almost smiles at the thought though, biting the inside of his cheek to prevent it.

right, you won’t be happy, but you’ll get over it. it’s his job to get up early, come home late, and deal with all the bullshit in between.

because, in all aspects of life—from sleep, right down to the level of warmth and comfort you feel on your feet—katsuki believes you deserve just a little more than him.

✩ note : the man of the year returns to izurou :o thank you for reading ++ thank you for allll the love on my first kats fic !! i’m hoping this one is enjoyable as well >: reblogs are appreciated!

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you should do a part two of the hoodie jealousy thing w other members !!😋

reacting to their s/o wearing another guy’s jacket

w/ kita, atsumu, and akaashi!

part 2!

series masterlist here!

(a/n: PLS I LOVE THIS PROMPT SM ugh i just want them to be real :’) but anyways thank you sm for requesting this; you didn’t specify which characters so i did a few of my favs!

also sorry i didn’t post anything yesterday lmao i passed out in the shower HAHAJDK SORRY)

kita

you’ve always loved wearing your boyfriend’s hoodies

they’re soft and warm and they smell like him

neither of you know how many times you’ve stolen his hoodies and honestly you don’t care to count

but to kita, it was getting annoying, as he kept losing his jackets, and soon enough he wouldn’t have any for himself, which he expressed to you

you were saddened, as wearing his clothing was comforting to you, but if it made him uncomfortable you decided you would stop

but today you’ve forgotten a jacket at school, and while kita’s looks warm and cozy, you remember that it annoys him

but during class, your seat partner nudges at you and asks if you’d like to borrow his, as you look cold

you accept happily :)

kita sits down next to you and opens his lunch, holding it out to you as an offering, and you oblige happily, picking up some rice and meat and putting it in your mouth. you hum happily.

for your own lunch, you’ve packed some miso soup and some rice, which is perfect for a cold day. you take a little sip of your soup , snuggling into the sweatshirt and sighing contentedly.

kita looks over at you, not recognizing the hoodie you’re wearing. he tugs gently at the fabric.

“y/n, have you always had this?” he asks curiously.

“oh, no, i just forgot to wear one today, so my classmate gave me his! it’s much softer and bigger than mine at home, anyways,” you note absentmindedly.

something foreign and bitter stirs in kita’s gut at seeing you in the offensive item, and he shifts uncomfortably. he swallows.

“why didn’t you ask for mine if you forgot one?” he asks, voice quiet.

“oh, don’t worry about it, i knew you would say no! i remembered what you said earlier, and it would be inconsiderate to ask you again,” you reply, hoping kita would appreciate your thoughtfulness.

“right,” he mutters, and turns back to his lunch.

in his head, shinsuke knows you’re just being kind, and the thought that you remembered his words makes him happy. it’s a very logical thought, and he doesn’t blame you for thinking of him in this way. but still..

it’s such a strange feeling, the way his emotions are stirring up in him, but he wishes you wouldn’t go to another man when you needed something. that’s why he was there, after all. to be there for you. and now it just feels like he failed at that.

he turns to you. “would you like to wear my sweatshirt instead?”

“no, baby, it’s okay. i know i’ve been a little overboard with everything, so i don’t mind asking other people!” you reassure him.

that did not work as i had hoped, he thinks. he tries one more time, pulling his sweatshirt over his head and handing it to you bluntly.

“shin—”

“please wear mine. and keep asking for them, too. as your boyfriend, it is my duty to provide for you. please see this as an extension of my affection,” he explains.

you stare at him, baffled.

and then you just laugh.

“you’re so cute, shin,” you giggle, pulling the sweater over your head and pulling the sleeves past your fingertips. “i love you.”

he smiles softly, the sight rare.

“and i love you.”

atsumu

a few days ago, you and atsumu got into a little argument😀

“babe, it’s not my fault that other girls are so jealous of you. maybe if you didn’t keep parading around in my hoodies then—”

“so i cant even wear your HOODIES anymore?”

“look babe, i’m just saying that you can’t expect to not get hate when you wear them😐”

the two of you made up, of course, but you decided maybe he was right

so you stopped asking for them, resorting to wearing your own for now

he hasn’t noticed yet

but today you forgot to bring a jacket with you, and instead of asking for his like usual, you managed to borrow another guy’s, and that’s when he finally realized :D?!

“y/n. what the fuck was that?”

“huh?”

atsumu sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as you pull the hoodie over your head.

he had been waiting for you after class, only to see you talking to one of your male classmates, who proceeded to hand you his sweatshirt, which you are currently putting on.

“why are you wearing that?!” he whispers loudly, exasperated. your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“what do you mean why am i wearing this? i was cold,” you say, shrugging, and continue your path down the hallway.

“but—” he pouts childishly, running to catch up with you.

“but what? i think i like it better this way; less of your fangirls chase after me everyday,” you laugh absentmindedly.

“i didn’t mean it like that!” he whines, tugging at the sweatshirt.

“i know, baby. but i figured you were right, and this one fits me just as well, don’t you think?” you say, twirling. he deflates.

the two of you sit down, taking out your lunches. the entire time you eat, he’s sneaking glances at you. you’ve been practically cuddling the fabric all of lunch, and it’s making him restless. then you nose against the collar of the hoodie, inhaling the scent there, and he loses it.

“just wear mine already, damn it!” he sneers, pushing his sweatshirt into your arms, painfully obvious in his jealousy. you freeze.

“i know you don’t like that people pester you about it, but i like when you wear my clothes. i just want people to know that you’re mine, okay?”

his face has gone completely red, and he’s never looked so adorable before. you take in the sight before he’s bowing his head and muttering something that sounds like a never mind.

you giggle, and pull the sweater over your frame. he looks up at you, still a little flustered at his own outburst. at the sight of you wrapped in his clothing he relaxes.

“thanks,” he mumbles, embarrassed.

you snuggle up to him affectionately, putting your head under his chin and sighing.

“you know, if you were jealous, you could’ve just said so,” you tease.

“SHUT UP!”

“love you.”

“...i love you too.”

akaashi

your boyfriend always let you borrow his hoodies if he had one on him

even if it was the only one he had, he would give it to you

even if he knew he’d be cold for the rest of the day, he made you wear it

but today was different

you forgot your jacket at home, assuming akaashi had brought one for you to borrow anyway

however, when you got to school, you noticed he wasn’t wearing a jacket

and when you had asked him, he’d said, “sorry baby, i had to lend it to a friend. she said she’ll have it back to me by next period, though.”

your heart sunk at the thought of him giving his jacket to another girl, and you turned away to hide your disappointment

you figured you’d just borrow someone else’s for today

akaashi is waiting for you outside your class, there to pick you up for lunch.

you see him, your eyes lighting up, and you walk over to greet him. you’re about to give him a hug before he motions for you to stop, noticing the new hoodie you’re wearing.

“hey, where’s you get that?” he asks, head tilted in a question.

“oh, my friend gave it to me! he said it’d be a little big on me, but i think i like it this way,” you reply.

“oh. uh,” keiji mutters. “i got mine back, if you wanted to wear mine instead..”

“i’m okay, babe. thanks for asking though!”

you start walking, leaving him dumbfounded. you’ve never refused to wear his clothing before?

when he catches up to you and you guys sit down in the library to eat, he looks at you.

“hey, you always wear my hoodies. is something different today?” he asks, nervous. what he really wants to ask is, did i do something wrong today? he doesn’t, though.

your mood seems to grow a little agitated at that, though it’s obvious you’re trying to hide it. he gets even more nervous at that.

“well, no offense, but i didn’t really feel like wearing something that smells like another girl, thanks,” you mutter, jealous.

“what do you mean?” he asks, genuinely confused.

you scoff, frustrated.

“well, you wouldn’t give me your sweatshirt because you’d already given it to another girl to wear, so excuse me for not wanting it back.”

oh, he thinks.

“baby, i didn’t give it to her to wear,” he replies.

“what?”

“she needed design inspiration for her sewing class, and she happened to like the one i was wearing, so i gave it to her for a period,” he explains. you stare at him, and then bury your face in your hands.

“y/n? you okay?”

you sigh.

“i’m sorry for jumping to conclusions,” you mumble. he just laughs.

“‘s okay. it’d make me feel better if you wore it now, though.”

you look up at him to see him smiling softly at you, and you nod happily.

after you’ve pulled it on and crawled into his lap, you nose at him affectionately.

“you were so jealous,” he teases. you gasp.

“WHAT? so were you?!”

“yeah,” he whispers, not arguing, and your face goes red. you hide in his shirt. “i love that you’re mine.”

you sigh contentedly.

“me too.”

Here is Tanaka giving you some motivation for the day!

calling him by the wrong name prank

DILUC, KAEYA, XIAO, ZHONGLI, CHILDE — gn!reader

genre/warnings: fluff(?), a little jealousy, mentions of cheating (though it never actually happens), mild swearing in zhongli and childe’s.

notes: reblogs help me tons, pls n ty :3 ack and i apologize, kaeya’s is a bit shorter than i’d like

━━ diluc;

“hey, kaeya?”

diluc lifted his head and looked around the tavern for the cryo wielder. angel’s share wasn’t open yet, so he wasn’t really sure how kaeya had gotten in.

that is until diluc noticed you were looking at him and not at kaeya.

“come again, love?”

“oh! i meant diluc, sorry.” you said, even though there were only faint traces of sincerity. “anyway, do you think that we can-”

“y/n.”

diluc’s stare was cold and unfeeling. you supposed that he was never overly kind to anyone, but then again he looked a lot more intimidating now than he usually was. he never broke eye contact, and even when you slouched and looked down, his eyes bore into you.

“why did you call me that?”

when you looked back up at him, you found that his jaw was set and he was white-knuckling the cloth he used to clean glasses.

“diluc, it was just a prank,” you laughed. “kaeya did put me up to it though.”

“i’ll kill him.” diluc said, a soft smile reaching his lips. the tension in his shoulders visibly dissipated.

you just laughed at diluc, knowing that he was joking. he gave you a fond smile from across the counter, though you didn’t see it.

venti had walked in a few moments before diluc’s last comment, quiet in order to not interrupt the both of you. the door made a small sound as it closed, but other than that, the bard was quiet as he observed.

you knew a lot of things about diluc, probably more than most others he was close with, but yet there was still one thing you hadn’t noticed. one thing that seemingly everyone else had.

the way he looked at you whenever you weren’t looking at him was... well, venti could write thousands of limericks that could never describe the emotion held in the diluc’s eyes, paired with the seemingly unconscious smile on his lips.

venti supposes that a more diluted version of it would be “love”.

━━ kaeya;

“oh, diluc, i’ve been meaning to-”

kaeya didn’t miss a beat. just as quickly as his heart had sunk, he was speaking, “you know that i’m kaeya, right? your lover?”

you gave him a smile. it seemed innocent of course, as though you hadn’t just been the cause of the pain in his chest and the lump in his throat.

“yeah, thats-”

“your only lover, right?”

you frowned at that, and you began to regret saying it. studying his face, you found his eyebrows pinned in worry — or was it fear? — and glassy eyes.

“of course, kaeya. i was just kidding, actually it was diluc’s idea. you know that i would never do... that to you.”

he nodded and stepped towards you, then wrapped his arms around you. he held you close to his chest as he pressed a kiss to your head.

“i know. i love you.”

“i love you too, kaeya.”

“of course you do, dove. c’mon, let’s see if we can go home early tonight, how’s that?” kaeya said, smiling at you.

you smiled at him and nodded, taking his hand as you walked home.

━━ xiao;

“zhongli!” you cheered happily, making your way over to xiao. “i found... what?”

xiao normally looked tense whenever he wasn’t tucked away and hiding from humans, and sometimes even when it was just him he was on edge. but you swear you see his body freeze.

it reminded you of a dog raising it’s hackles, as though you could see xiao building his walls back up again.

you regretted your choice to play this prank on him. however, before you could explain yourself he was gone.

from the top of wangshu inn, xiao was replaying the short conversation in his mind. verr goldet had mentioned to him before about how protective he could be of you, though he couldn’t be sure if he was over reacting.

much worse thoughts were running through his mind, but tried to convince himself that it was just how much time you’d spent with zhongli lately... right? even then, could you really get your lover and your friend mixed up so easily?

you knew xiao. you knew where he would be. though tedious and painstakingly slow, you were climbing on the roof of wangshu inn.

until you weren’t.

“you’re going to get hurt like that. you’ll fall.” xiao said, his voice was stern but he wouldn’t make eye contact with you.

it took you a few moments to register that xiao was the reason you were now suddenly in the kitchen. no one was here to see him, and yet you could see how on edge he looked.

“i didn’t... it was supposed to be a prank, you know i’m not like that.” you said it as though you were testing your waters, a little unsure of yourself.

he swallowed thickly and cleared his throat. “then... you...” xiao always seemed confident when he spoke. he always used a tone that showed he was sure of himself. this time, however, he sounded lost. “are you sure?”

“of course i am, i promise. i love you, xiao.”

he narrowed his eyes as though he was trying to decipher something. “i... i love you too.”

━━ zhongli;

“oh, childe, do- I mean, zhongli, do you think i should get this?” you asked, holding some sort of elixir neither of you could identify.

childe and you had been spending more and more time with each other as of late due to something you were supposed to be investigating, but somehow you’d managed to befriend the harbinger.

and of course childe had given you the idea, telling you it would be funny to watch the archon get jealous.

you looked over to zhongli to see if he’d caught the mistake. his eyebrows knitted in confusion, but he didn’t say anything about it.

“uhm,” he cleared his throat and adverted his gaze to another curious item. “if you wish to. but don’t use it without knowing what it does, it might be a poison of some sort.”

you found that strange. a part of you wondered if he’d heard you, and another part of you wondered if he even cared... he did, right?

you got your answer later that night as you walked along the harbor. the sound of childe’s laughter filled your ears, followed by zhongli’s voice.

“this isn’t funny.” his voice was stern, frustrated even. “you expect me-”

“listen,” childe started, though it was clear from his tone that he was trying not to laugh. “i swear i don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“there is no reason that you need to be around them so much. i thought you to be an honorable man, but-”

so that’s what he was talking about.

“zhongli?” you asked, and his face flushed whenever he turned to look at you. “love, thats not- it was just a joke that childe told me to pull. you know i would never hurt you like that.”

zhongli’s eyes turned back to childe, who was still trying his hardest to hold back laughter. and then he was walking over to you, interlacing his own fingers with yours, and leading you away.

“i know that, love,” zhongli said softly. “but still i worry. i apologize for that, i usually have a lot more rationale.”

“i’m the one that should be apologizing, i really didn’t know you’d think about it that much.”

he squeezed your hand lightly. “it’s alright. perhaps as a bit of payback you could stay with me tomorrow, hm? i’m sure childe can manage a single day without your help.”

━━ childe;

“zhongli! look, there’s a-”

“zhongli isn’t here, y/n.” childe said, eyeing you curiously. the way his body tensed and seemed to freeze caught your attention.

a more mature side of you knew you shouldn’t do this, but childe had begun playing tricks lately and after his most recent one you decided to get him back. he’s said your name though; pet names were almost the only thing he called you by, but he’d used your name, so you could tell he was getting bothered.

“yeah, i know. i said ‘childe’.” you responded.

he huffed and rolled his eyes away from you, growing agitated. he knew that he could trust you and he was fairly sure he could trust zhongli. then again, childe had always worried about his relationship with you — his job called for him to leave with almost no warning, and he never knew how long he’d be gone.

so of course he worried about you getting bored of that, of him, but he always brushed it off. it was unfounded... wasn’t it?

“i’m not dense. it’s not the first time you’ve said it, either. if... if you really don’t want...” fuck, was he really about to cry right now of all times? “i mean, you know i don’t wanna choose between my job and my partner, but maybe i can work something out with the other-”

“no, no,” you interrupted him, feeling your heart clench. “i was just kidding, baby. thought it was payback for your prank the other day, remember?”

he pouted almost dramatically, but you could see the tension release and his expression become more relaxed. childe pulled your close to his chest, burying his face into your neck.

“alright, but no more pranks. and i won’t either, promise... seriously though, i think if i talk to-”

“shut up.” you said, playfully hitting him. “if i do something like that just because you aren’t home, you shouldn’t be with me anyway.”

you felt him smile as he pressed a kiss to your neck. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”