JOKINGLY CALLED NENE A MAKE A WISH KID CAUSE OF THE BEING ABOUT TO DIE THING BUT THE SHOW LITERALLY STARTS

starlight, star-crossed

pairing: albedo/reader

rating: general

summary: It comes all too suddenly, an impulse he’s forgotten to hold back, rein in, the words spilling out of his lips, quick and unexpected. “Let’s get married.”

notes: this was done on a whim, so forgive any errors! this is a little too indulgent. but shrugs

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OMG MY QUARANTINE WAS THR EXACT SAME

oh! well I hope yours doing well and staying healthy!! 💖

Maomao, every time she looks at Jinshi:

still not over and will never be over the fact that the picture perfect arc looked us all dead in the eye, paused for emphasis, and said, ad verbatim, “yugi amane has a big fat crush on yashiro nene“

a thousand words

pairings (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif x gender neutral reader

word count - 2322

genre - hurt/comfort

format - drabbles

warnings - crying, focal point on being touch starved, use of xiao's real name because i love him, cursing in scara's because there will ALWAYS be cursing in scara's

summary - a touch starved reader crumbles upon being given love and affection for the first time by their beloved <3

a/n - hop aboard the self indulgent train!!!/hj but this idea has been on my mind for a while now so i'm eager to write it! :D also this is borderline rambling i apologize if it's not your thing :')))

our actions hold within them partial universes created of stardust and glitter, and a thousand words rooted in the slight slip of one's hand across another's cheek, or perhaps a longing, loving gaze that manages to enrapture another and speak volumes in silence. a simple hug would speak even more than thick, yellowed books and detailed encyclopedias that stretch on for volume upon volume.

you began to realize this when the way in which he caressed your cheek with such love had you melting under his breathy gaze and falling limp in his arms. his body alone seemed to preach with an airy cadence without a single word escaping past his lips.

for so long you'd bared the biting nip of frosting cold and let a sheen of ice coat itself along your skin. yet his touch seemed to melt what remained of blooming winter both in your heart and soul and left behind a shivering something, curled up in a ball and smaller than a marble: the desire for affection, to be loved, and to be wanted.

even now as his arms fit snug around your body for the first time, you let your mind wander to your times of icy frost and barren loneliness where only the softness of your pillow could provide some sort of solace for the gaping hole in your heart where loving hugs and kisses to your cheek were supposed to fit perfectly.

"is this okay?"

you wanted to laugh bitterly at how courteous he was,

"such a gentleman, of course it is." you teased despite the watery waver to the tail end of your voice.

when his arms drew tighter around your body and you felt his lips come to once again melt away at the snow around your temple, your mind drew back to those sleepless nights where all you longed for was one single hug, and suddenly all the snow had been thawed by his touch and left behind a calm, gentle stream of rivulets that trickled down your cheeks from the reservoirs hidden behind your eyes.

oh, how loved you felt in his arms.

content utc!

diluc.

upon hearing the first of your sniffles, diluc's body went rigid as rock as he hurried to pull you away from his shoulder and inspect your face. what he hadn't expected was for you to dive right back in, your arms slung around his torso as if holding too slack would mean he'd fade away into nothing and you'd be left to bear the stinging void of loneliness once again.

"please don't let me go, not yet." sputtered between little hiccups and wheezes, you prayed that he managed to hear the words you spoke directly into his heart.

and hear them he did, in fact he did more than hear them: he understood them. his strong, broad arms moved upwards to hold your body tight against his, taking great care to treat you as if you'd break under his touch. the gentle swipe of hair from your damp forehead and brush of his fingers against your tear-soaked cheeks had your knees buckling under the newfound touch.

to admit his own starve of touch out loud would embarrass him to no end, but he'd never deny the way your warmth made his heart flutter. and he hoped that he could mend the holes in your heart and indulge in each other's arms and this foreign feeling of touch, together.

"it's okay," diluc spoke into the roots of your hair, eyes shutting in pure bliss, "i'm here now, you're not alone anymore."

and you believed him, with all your heart.

kaeya.

"angel? what's going on? are those tears i see?"

despite the teasing lilt to his voice, the worry lined around his lilac pupils could never betray his mind. his hands held your sniffling face as if you were crafted by the gods themselves, each swipe of his thumb careful and gentle and each peck to your nose, eyelid, cheeks, forehead, and lips held within them words that never needed to be said.

"kaeya?"

"yes, darling?"

"could i have another hug?" if your words weren't enough to depict how much you loved him, your eyes screamed in volumes loud enough for the gods themselves to hear them.

kaeya wanted to give you one of his charming chuckles and offer up a cheesy, teasing response like, "aww, it seems not even you can evade my wicked, boyish charm."

but he knew better, and he knew that he understood you more than he let on. so instead of speaking, his arms wrote poetry wrapped tight around your waist, and his lips uttered lyrics to love ballads in the form of pressing kiss after kiss to your hair.

what remained on his skin was the thawed droplets of ice that once covered his body, all thanks to your warmth were they melted and gone. he prayed you'd never let go of him, because he knew he'd never let you slip from his arms.

albedo.

confused, albedo gently pries your face away from his shoulder and takes the first step in brushing away the drops of sorrow that flowed freely from your eyes.

"did something happen, my flower? was i perhaps too rough with my hug?" ever the diligent scientist, albedo's eyes scan yours for any sign of discomfort. yet what he finds staring back at him is the void in your irises beginning to fill up with his reflection, and his theory soon becomes fact when you say nothing more and head straight back into his arms, squeezing tighter and tighter with all of your strength.

you'd come crashing into his life with all of the gentleness of a bull in a ceramics shop, and yet you felt so soft, so fragile in his arms.

"just one more hug, i promise." despite the obvious strain to your voice and the tears that dampened his shirt, albedo conceded and decided to play into your fantasy, where he gives you just one more hug.

albedo himself knows not much of affection, but what he has been able to conclude from his studies is that he loves sharing it with you. and he doesn't need a notebook to detail such findings when he has the ability to hold you tight in his arms and let the beat of his heart detail his findings to your listening ears.

childe.

"hey, what's wrong? did someone hurt you? did you have a bad day?"

despite the literal chain bomb that was childe's constant stream of questions, his tightened grip only served to make your tears fall faster from your eyes as you realized just how loved you felt in his embrace.

without even needing to open your mouth, he seemed to realize right away when your fist gathered clumps of his shirt into your fingers and gripped with white knuckles.

"oh sunshine," he cooed, moving his thumb to brush just underneath the red rim of your eye, "c'mere. i'll give you lots of cuddles."

and give you lots of cuddles he did. you would never slip from his arms, not with how secure and firm they rested around your body, locked in tight and confirmed with the gentle squeeze to your torso every now and then to remind you of how real he was.

despite the fact that his shirt would be wrinkled with how hard you gripped onto the fabric, or the noticeable wet patch you'd leave on his shoulder from your tears, childe relished in the feeling of your puzzle piece bodies fitting together as one. as much as you craved him, he was addicted to you.

zhongli.

to many who have uttered his name in prayer, they asked for good fortune, another chance, or something along the lines that would only be grantable by a god.

but you uttered no words, not a single peep. instead you spoke his name through the way in which your eyes silently pleaded with him to hold you tight against his chest and he felt your prayers of love deep within the caverns of his heart.

"i'm here, my lily. you never have to ask me to hold you. if you so desire it, it shall be yours."

his words seemed to spur your sobs onwards, but he knew they were from a place that you had long sealed away, a place that had been released with only a single one of his hugs.

zhongli was a man of many words but he was content to let the way in which he held you tight against his throbbing heart speak the words he could never find.

xiao.

your cries are like stabs through the heart for xiao. poor, poor alatus who tries so hard not to mess up the one good thing that's come to him in a long, long time.

he slides away from your embrace in fear that he may have hurt you, which, much to his surprise, only makes your stuttered breaths and rolling tears increase.

"don't go..." you mumbled as you raced against his mind to clutch his torso with all you were.

he doesn't understand, to comprehend such intricacies of the human condition were far beyond his reach and yet he allows you to indulge in feeling the pound of his heart hammer away from under the thin skin of his chest and the feel of his fingers tracing patterns on the underside of your back.

his fears of your pain or sorrow are washed away when he brings you closer to his body and dives into the crook of your neck.

and as your fingers come up to card through his thick locks, he finds himself ever so close to joining you in melting the frigid snow that lay around his heart in exchange for calm, gentle rivers.

kazuha.

the minute tears fall from your eyes, kazuha sweeps in to kiss them away as if sensing your sorrow before you even know it.

"your tears wound me ever so deep, my love. what happened?"

but you can't give a straight answer, not with how the overwhelming warmth that encircles your body overpowers you brain and leaves you a bumbling mess in his arms.

you only answer with the glassy, longing look you give him and the burrowing of your body closer into his arms. any more and you'd merge with him.

his touch is gentler than the drop of a crimson leaf in early fall, and quieter than the gentle shake of wildflowers in spring. he feels like life itself, and as you inhale more of him through your nose you feel yourself unbinding the cords and vines wrapped around your heart.

once his hand came to stroke the top of your head, all while his soothing voice gently shushed your tears and muffled sobs, all you could do was melt and indulge in the finest that kazuha had to offer.

and kazuha knows that he'd do anything to fill the void within you where he fits perfectly.

scaramouche.

"why are you crying? who hurt you?! i'm going to fucking kill them-"

"n-no! scara no!"

the crack in your voice in enough to settle him down and allows you to return to placing your head in the crook of his shoulder. "just for a little bit...let's stay like this, please." you plead into his skin.

scaramouche can't help but indulge you, even if the sight of your tears or the way your shoulders rise up and down sharply sends shooting pains to that odd thing in his chest.

"if nothing's wrong then stop crying, it's annoying." despite his harsh words, his large palm comes up to hold the back of your head against his body, while the other arm pressed your body flush against his.

the way in which he held you completed contradicted his words, and his lingering touch was one you knew you'd think about for the rest of your life so long as you lived.

scaramouche himself felt the similar gaping hole in his chest begin to close, and the foreign feeling for once felt pleasant instead of painful.

"so...you like this kinda stuff?"

with a vigorous nod of your head and tighten grip around his torso, 'noted', scaramouche thought and allowed himself a single, small fraction of a smile that of which he buried into your temple in hopes that you'd see him with your eyes closed.

dainsleif.

you're so tender and soft, dainsleif almost feels as if he's holding a timid daisy rather than his beloved partner.

though he claims to be devoid of so many human traits, you feel his warmth and hear the thunder of his heartbeat against your ear. in this moment you realize: there is someone who loves you, and someone who treasures you enough to allow you close to their heart.

his first hug in so long brings him to near tears, and the spur of rivers that trickled down your face worried him to no end as he makes haste to slip away.

"are you alright? have i hurt you? we don't have to do that again if you don't want-"

you loved him, you loved all of him, even the nervous worrywart side of him that he rarely ever revealed to anyone. but in this moment, all you craved was dainsleif and you made it known of your intentions when you cut his rambling questions off by flinging yourself against his body, holding so tight as if he'd slip through your hands like silky water or thin, granules of sand.

"it feels so nice. you feel so nice." and though normally such bold words would have you flustered and looking away and his cheeks flared up in the color of pyro, dainsleif allows himself this one indulgence and wraps his arms tight around your body as you dry your tears into the fabric of his shirt.

and he'd be sure to never let go until he takes his last breath.

date published: august 18th, 2021

I call this “touch-starved Hanako headcanon that has been the only thing I have thought about for days,” Part 1

Okay but THEM. Just them this is the entire post

most annoying man vs. world's strongest idgafker!! who will win!!

hey may i request headcannons for jean, beidou, albedo and xiao (seperately) giving touched starved reader hugs and headpats pls? 👉👈 tysm if u decide to write this <3

Touch Starved

GN!reader feat. jean, beidou, albedo, xiao

genre: fluff

warnings: none [unedited]

Jean

you had always admired her work ethic, she put so much time and effort into every task given to her, it’s really hard not to respect something like that

but sometimes you just missed having her around

no matter how long you’ve known each other, she’s still so shy with expressing physical affection and it’s the cutest thing ever because you can see her mentally hyping herself before holding your hand

but i digress!

you realized it was going to be another late night for her when you came home to an empty bed

but rather than getting ready for bed, you turned around and went straight for the knights of favonius headquarters

“(y/n)?” she asks when you barge into her office

“jean, let’s go home please. i miss having you around and holding you in my arms!” you whine

she’s a bit taken back by how forward you’re being about this, you don’t miss the way her ears turn red

it takes a bit to convince her to call it quits for the night, but how is she going to say no to her s/o after they came all this way in the middle of the night for her sake?

when you’re both finally in bed, you cuddle up against her and to your surprise, she pulls you into a close hug against her chest

she’s praying that you don’t hear the way her heart is fluttering as she gently runs her hand through your hair

“thank you so much for coming to get me, i don’t think there’s anywhere else i’d rather be right now.”

Beidou

it was one of those rare instances where beidou wasn’t out on a sea voyage and you didn’t have your own responsibilities to focus on

you waited on the couch as she brought snacks for you guys to eat while the two of you caught each other up on everything

but something about seeing her in casual clothing, trying to balance all the snacks in her arms, made you realize how much you really had missed her

beidou places the snacks on the coffee table and laughs when she turns to see you on the couch with your open arms

“this isn’t funny,” you pout

but you really can’t help the way your lips curl into a smile when you hear that hearty laugh you loved so much

she’s so smug about this by the way, there’s absolutely no way she’s not teasing you

she’ll look down at you like “oh? asking so shamelessly are we now? i guess i can’t blame you for missing someone like me” or “wow (y/n) do you have a crush on me or something?”

you’ll have to pull her down and into your arms to stop her antics

with the jokes aside, she’ll tighten the hug and hide her blushy face against your neck because she knows that she’s missed you 10x more

since beidou refuses to let go of you now, you spend the rest of the afternoon in her arms as she pats your head and you guys share stories with each other

Albedo

seriously what is it with the work ethic of these people

also someone that has frequent late nights spent on doing work, a lot of the time you don’t even see him for few days

you’ve seen the wonders of his alchemy in person and you think it’s great, but you know what’s even better? actually being able to spend some time with your s/o

lucky for you, he was coming back home today and he would be staying for awhile

he always knew you were a more affectionate person than he was, but he doesn’t miss the tightness in your hug when he first returns home

albedo is more of a reserved person and many assume that means he’d be aloof, but he’s very attentive and not shy at all with showing you physical affection

throughout the day, he’d be pulling you into hugs, giving you headpats, and pressing gentle kisses everywhere

seeing the way your mood gradually improves definitely has him reflecting on how much time he’s spending away from you, he’ll make a point to try and talk with sucrose to arrange shorter trips to dragonspine

Xiao

he’s doing his best i swear

kinda like jean in the sense that he’s hyping himself up to make a move, but he doesn’t actually go through with it

he has a habit of freezing up or not returning any physical affection you give him

normally you would just continue to tease him about it as he blushes furiously (which you end up teasing him about too), but today you seemed a bit dejected when he became stiff after a hug from you

he definitely didn’t miss that change in your response

he could tell you were glancing at his arms every now and then, and he also understood why you weren’t saying anything

you had always been so patient with him when it came to this, you didn’t want him to feel forced to do it, but it does hurt after awhile of not getting the same affection back

xiao realizes that he needs to be putting in more effort to be meeting you halfway because he knows it’s unfair to you

“xiao what do you want to eat?” you ask, only to be met with silence

“xiao????” you turn around and see him standing at the doorway. he walks over to you and pulls you in for a sudden hug

he’s so blushy and you’re super giddy with happiness (a bit confused too). but it’s a really sweet hug and neither of you want it to stop

when you do pull away and he sees the smile on your face, he makes it a mission to keep it that way

expect a lot more of him showing physical affection and then getting super flustered as if he wasn’t the one to initiate it

he becomes an absolute dork under your smile