We Care About You Soooo Much And We Love You Soooooo Much. We Never Want To See You Suffering. We Want

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"NO OTHER LOVER LIKE YOU!"

pairing: arataki itto x reader

headcanon: arataki itto had a hard time saying "i love you." not because he was shy or afraid. but rather, because he never found the right time to speak out these meaningful words. so, he goes out of his way to exhibit his love for you in various other ways.

filed under: [written before 2.3] tooth-rotting fluff. lovesick arataki itto, he kind of overthinks a lot but overall he's a cutie i love him <3

note: @shirabusworld arataki itto brainrot hello :) anyway, itto season is near (gorou as well, i will write for him soon too). itto+gorou wanters will be havers~

Arataki Itto was many things, but if you were to narrow every single mingling thought you had about him, you would consider him a fully devoted lover. He was unpredictable, but in countless different ways, he undoubtedly reminds you through the tiniest, most insignificant actions, that you can easily count on him.

Just… not this time.

With his back against your chest, you patched up his shoulder for the nth time that very week. Yet again, he had challenged the stone-cold Kujou Sara into a duel, and yet again he lost. You almost shake your head at the man’s naivety. If you weren’t a doctor, you’d think he was setting himself up for death every single time he went out of his way to challenge Madame Kujou. You were aware of his stature as an oni, his strength as a man, and his determination as a vision-holder.

Every single time you think about such qualities, you find yourself swooning for him.

Itto grunts when you press a disinfectant wipe against one of his wounds, out of reflex his hand grabs your wrist. And whenever he grabs your wrist, his abnormally long nails would accidentally scratch you. At that action, Itto jumps in concern as he turns to face you. The man ignored the pain on his shoulder as he focused on you instead.

“Ack— I’m sorry, love.” He quickly apologizes even though you knew it was unintentional.

You shake your head. “This is nothing, Itto.” You lighten up his frown with a laugh. Itto pouts as he presses a kiss on your wrist. It was nothing compared to the injury he has now, but that did not stop him from feeling a little bit of despair. To Itto, you were delicate, like a piece of Liyue’s finest tea cup. “Really, baby, I’m fine. I should continue patching you up.”

“But I hurt you,” like a child, he whines. In response to his words, you cup his cheeks and press a small kiss by the corner of his mouth, urging him to let his back face you once again while you finish cleaning up his shoulders. Itto almost grumbled, but he stopped himself as he merely admired the way you easily disregarded your own wellbeing for his own.

“I love you.” Was what he would want to say, but there was no way he would be able to spew such words out of the blue when you were so focused on fixing him up. Would he startle you? Would you say it back? Or would you acknowledge him with a hum? Itto merely purses his lips shut, it was uncharacteristic for him to be this quiet, but you don’t question him about it.

Itto doesn’t always tend to himself on his own. Unless you point it out or speak eye-to-eye to him about how he is taking care of himself, he’d go as far as seek out advice from his greatest rival to please you. One such occasion included the first few months you had both started dating. You were wary that he would scratch himself— or others— with his talon-like nails, and upon speaking up about that, the following evening Itto found himself in the presence of Yoimiya as she taught him how to cut and file his nails.

One time, you caught him hiding away in your bathroom as he filed his nails. He was struggling to complete his dominant hand that very day, and instead of laughing about it, he found himself sitting in between your legs on your couch as you did his nails for him. The feeling of your hands against his was enough to have him burst into a fit of fluster and bashfulness. There truly was no other lover like you, and in these events he caught himself thinking as a kaleidoscope of butterflies roared in his chest and stomach, I love you. I love you so, so much.

Sometimes, he also caught himself hugging you a little tightly while you slept. He loved the feeling of your breath fanning over his bare chest just as he admired your tranquil state. He’d smile to himself when your eyes fluttered, or when the tiniest trace of drool escaped your lips— he did not mind, in fact, it was the tiniest moments such as this one where he found himself falling for you all over again. When he wasn’t loudly proclaiming his admiration for you, he was quietly thinking to himself: How did I get so lucky with you?

Undoubtedly, there was no other lover like you. And the moment the three golden words escaped his lips because of his expressively loud nature. It had been another duel with Kujo Sara, and this time, he invited you to witness him— along with other few bystanders who merely anticipated his loss once again. Briefly, before the match he caught you apologizing to Sara sheepishly, but he put no regard for that small action because while it was in Itto’s nature to be buoyant, it was in your nature that you were easily concerned.

It was quite an endearing match as they both held up well, you found yourself chuckling quietly whenever he would do something as little as make eye-contact with you or flash you a charmingly wide grin. Even to this day, he was so charming.

Even though the match ended with his demise once again, Sara was courteous enough to leave him unscathed as she was aware of how you were in charge of patching many patients. When Itto threw himself next to you on the bench, you let him lay his large body on your lap. Your fingers stroked his hair while he grumbled. He was surprised that you were neither disappointed nor surprised. This was probably the first time you’ve seen him fight against Madame Kujou, so why did you seem so giddy at the moment?

“Why are you smiling?” Itto pouted, looking up at you. He disregarded the way passersby cast the both of you odd gazes. After all, he was practically cuddling on your lap in the middle of the street. But he didn’t mind since he was busy looking at you from below. “I just lost, ya know? That’s nothin’ ta be proud of.” He mumbles.

You laugh, pinching his cheek childishly before sighing. “I’m not smiling because of that, dummy.”

“Then wha—”

“I’m smiling because I think you, Arataki Itto, are great,” you speak proudly, “and I’m also smiling because, heh, I love you.”

He was caught off guard by your following words, his cheeks rising in hue as you peck his nose. For a moment, his heart had taken over his head and the only thing between the both of you was the loud and booming pulse against his chest. A large grin plastered over his handsome face and he copied your posture as he sat up to meet your genuine eyes.

“I love you too.” He mumbled, more to himself because his thoughts seemed so clouded at this moment. The golden words. He had spoken them, and he repeated these affirmations as he stood up on his feet and hugged you around your waist, “I love you too!” He laughed. "I, Arataki Itto, love you so much more!"

It did not matter if people had began to stop and stare. This was a moment that he would cherish forever. And before he let go of your waist, he caught himself saying, “there’s no other lover like you, [Y/N].”

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Well somebody’s a little bit jealous over not being the favorite older sibling!

Don’t worry Diluc, you’re both equally my favorite, even if I’m not the best at showing it! 🤗

Can i req Eula with Diluc's younger!sister!reader, who is around 16-17. Who looks up to her as a older sister? Eula needs sum love

eula x fem!child!reader

genre: oneshot

warnings: none

a/n: gah, i’m not sure how to say this… my writing is kinda like.. for those who missed out on a childhood. who wants to experience it with their favorite fictional characters. so i, made the reader a bit younger, around 11-14. sorry…

“eula! eulaa! hurry up you slowpoke, we’re gonna miss her!”

[name] and diluc was out and about, the younger sibling was dragging the older around like a ragdoll. why, you may ask? little [name] simply ran out of patience when she heard eula was away on “knight-business”.

what was that supposed to mean?! knight business? [name] should know every detail of the knight business there is to know of!

now, how did diluc end up with a younger sibling that admires the knights of favonius to their very core? he doesn’t know. he’s not much around [name], thanks to his double job. still, he does care for them, and is thankful the knights seem to put a rest to their boredom.

“maybe eula is fighting a big ruin guard? nngh..- stop pulling so hard! you wouldn’t want to interrupt her, would you?”

diluc tried his best to convince the excited ball of energy that held his hand with all their might to go home… so he could write those letters he needed to…

“do not go spreading lies. i will have vengeance for this.”

“BIG SISTER EULA!!!”

the icy woman surprised the pair, as she was behind them all along.

[name] let go of diluc’s hand and instantly ran over and hugged eula, if they had a dog tail it would definitely be wagging like crazy.

“they don’t even call me big brother diluc… what did you do to make them love you this much..?”

“i honestly do not know, but.. now that i’ve snuck off from my knightly duties, i have time to spend with them. and so, i shall.”

eula took the young ones hand and started to walk away outside of the mondstadt walls.

and all that was left, was a flabbergasted diluc.

“….”

“..wait, you what?”

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KAVEH, RUN-

“are you two dating?”

alhaitham x gn!reader

the question comes from kaveh. this is the third time this week you’ve been at alhaitham’s house, the seventh time this month.

“no.”

“no.”

there is a stifling silence after you and alhaitham both answer. you look over at alhaitham, and for a brief second your eyes meet, before you’re looking away, at the wall, the ceiling, the floor, at kaveh’s scrutinizing face. he’s unconvinced, obviously.

“so you’re both not secretly dating?” he asks. “because you’ve been at our house a lot recently [name], and i just can’t help but—“

“it’s not your house, it’s mine,” alhaitham interjects, cutting kaveh off. he gives the blonde-haired architect a once over. “don’t you have better things to do than bother us?”

kaveh pretends to think. “well… i do have that project.”

“then why don’t you go work on it?”

“fine, fine,” kaveh says, raising his hands in defense. he turns to leave, but glances over his shoulder, noting your lightly flushed cheeks and continuous refusal to look at alhaitham. the architect smiles. “but you do secretly like each other, right?”

“no.”

another silence. but this time, your responses don’t come in unison. it’s only you who said no, your too-quick response lingering in the air.

“i mean—“ you try, and fail, to explain. kaveh quietly slips out of the room. to not interfere more or escape alhaitham’s brewing wrath, you’re not sure. you try again: “i don’t— well, i didn’t want to say it infront of him, and it’s not like i secretly likeyou, well i do, but oh, how do i say this?” you pause to collect your racing thoughts, snatching and putting them into words.

“it’s okay, [name],” alhaitham says. “kaveh shouldn’t have said all that. you don’t have to epxlain.”

“but i do!” you say. you don’t want alhaitham thinking you don’t like him. you didn’t necessarily want to tell him either, but it was better than him assuming the opposite. alhaitham stands and waits patiently.

you take a breath. “i do like you. i just didn’t want to say so infront of kaveh, so i said no, and i thought you were going to say no too—“

“why would i say no?”

“—because you—“ you pause. “because you don’t like me like that?” it comes out as a question.

alhaitham shakes his head. “i wasn’t going to say so infront of kaveh but i feel similarly for you.”

you feel like you need to sit down. are you dreaming or hallucinating? you pinch yourself and find yourself awake and lucid.

“now,” alhaitham’s voice brings you to the present. his dendro vision flickers to life, green light glowing and pulsating. “i’d love to set up a date with you, but i’m afraid it’ll have to wait.”

“okay, but—where are you going?”

he smiles over his shoulder. his dendro vision flickers again, glowing greener, greener.

“i’m going to murder my housemate.”

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