Wriothesley

Wriothesley was the gentle yet sometimes stern and serious police officer you worked under at Fontaine's prison. You get along with him well; after all, he was only stern when he needed to be. You were on your way delivering some documents about new prisoners to his office when you saw him sitting at his desk, reading a document and holding a cup of tea. You smiled to yourself, wondering what it was about.

Danheng

Danheng's reserved, but friendly and protective.

Childe Argument

Childe closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, in and out. The two of you had been arguing for the past thirty minutes after Childe had gotten home from a job for the Fatui. You were both shouting at each other, despite saying that you never wanted to; you were a loving couple usually. Arguments like these were rare but when they happened, they were heated.

Childe Post Argument

Sometimes Childe and you got into unnecessary arguments; just like you had today. You had gotten angry at him for nothing and he had stormed off into your shared bedroom to calm down. When you looked for him a bit later, you saw him lay in bed, scrolling through his phone. He paid you no mind when you entered the room, but he didn't seem hostile or worked up either so you approached him.

Aventurine

ㅡ ♠ Aventurine's sad tales, can you handle them?

Childe hurt-comfort

It was one of the many nights where Childe came home to your apartment, bruised and scattered, from one of his many Harbingers missions. Your heart was heavy every time you saw him step through the door. Even though he wore that cocky smile and told you there was nothing to worry about while you bandaged him up, you saw behind his facade. You were hurting just as much as he was. How much longer could you take this? The worries of him possibly never coming back? These thoughts plaqued your mindz

Biker Childe

Childe slowly pulled up into your driveway, the engine of his bike roaring loudly as you waited for him infront of your door. He stopped the bike with his foot and turned off the engine with one hand while pulling his black helmet off of his head with the other. The white parts of his gear, the jacket and pants he was wearing, reflected in the dim lights of your porch. "Need a ride?", he asked with a happy grin as he looked up to you, patting the spot behind him on his bike.

Aventurine

The casino was buzzing, bright neon lights illuminating the slot machines and poker tables people gambled at. It was a vibrant image all around you yet the focus was the man underneath you whose lap you were sitting on. "Having fun, sweetheart?", the blonde chuckled as he noticed the way you were eyeing his every move during his match of poker. Aventurine sat back, relaxed and confident, as you leaned against him and watched his fingers play with the cards.

sylus

It was late at night when Sylus opened the door to your shared apartment. The usually rough and feared man was surprisingly careful, closing the door slowly, taking of his shoes to barely make a sound. He was soft around you—and he also knew you'd be laying on the couch, trying to wait for him only to have succumbed to sleep hours prior to his arrval. He shook his head to himself, clicking his tongue as you laid on the couch, hair sprawled out around you like a mess, the blanket fallen off of you, making you freeze in this cool winter night. "Sweetie...", he whispered more to himself and carded his fingers through your hair as he knelt down infront of the couch. He was silent, unlike Sylus usual demeanor. He silently draped the blanket over you, tugged you in and watched you as his fingers had found a steady rhythm to card through your hair.

Aventurine Mafia

The cunning and sassy Aventurine gets to have fun.

Childe Co-Actor

Childe was your co-actors in a popular movie; for publicity the managment had made up the lie that you two were together not just on-screen, but also in reality. Much to your dismay you were starting to get feelings for him; yet Childe was hard to read. He never talked about his feelings, teased you and slept around. Now, you two were faking during a public interview as you tried to keep your smile. "When did you fall in love?", the interviewer asked Childe, gesturing towards you.

Sylus

The door creaks open as you slowly step inside the apartment, your bones tired and in need of rest from your long shift. As you got out of your shoes and coat, you heard the soft hum of the TV echoing off of the walls and you smiled, assuming you weren't going to be alone. Yet, unsurprisingly, the TV was just a background noise. Sylus, your boyfriend, was sprawled out on the couch, his arm draped over his eyes and the blanket having fallen off of his body and onto the ground long ago. Sylus was often tired during the day; his line of work required him to work and be vigilant at night. It was no wonder that he had dozed off yet into your feelings of affection slowly mixed some sadness

Childe Comfy

It was one of Childe's free days and he was lazing around in your shared bedroom, sprawled on the big bed and basking in the sun that shone through the big window all while he was mindlessly scrolling through his phone. As you came into the room he shot you a quick glance and a smile and went back to scroll through his phone, though he was wondering what you were up to.

Childe PostArgument2

You were seated in the living room, curled up in a blanket with a book in your hand to sort out your thoughts. You had stormed off after the argument between you and Childe got way too heated for you to endure further. You were glad that he was giving you space; he probably needed it as well. Until Childe quietly walked into the living room and approached you. You gripped the book harder, contemplating what to do if he spoke or came closer.

Childe Secret Agent

Childe looked down at you as the gun was now pressed to his chest as he held the barrel firmly in his hand while your hand held the grip rather losely, your breath hitching. You swore you could feel his heart pound through the gun into your hand as he positioned it once more when your grip losened, causing you to look up to him as well. "I said", you felt his breath on your face as he whispered into the cold night air, "if you had to kill me, if it turns out I am the traitor...can you do it?"

Childe at a club

Childe was leaning against a counter, entangled in a conversation between two other men. The whiskey in his glass swang side to side; the glass softly in his grip. He wasn't listening to them; they were just more intoxicated as he was. When you walked past him in the dense crowd of the club, his eyes glistened with mischief and he started tailoring you, knife safely in hid jeans pocket.Your were his next target as a hitman, but would he be able to do it? He couldn't let feelings get in the way.

Childe Married

Childe was carefully chopping the onions on a cutting board, making sure to cut them precisely and to not accidentaly cut his hand. You weren't too far from him in the kitchen and he glanced towards you. You had just gotten into an Arranged Marriage with him a few months ago and were figuring out both of your feelings. You weren't on unfriendly terms, but it still wasn't a marriage out of love, but from power of two families. He hoped you could warm up to each other and just accept this fate.

Aventurine

ㅡ gentle slice of life

Childe Home 2

After a whole dreadful month of work and being away from you, Childe's mission was finally done and he could return home to you. It was late at night when he arrived at your shared apartment and was as quiet as possible as he noticed your sleeping figure in your shared bed. He wanted to hug you tightly, kiss you, hear your voice; but it was so late at night he didn't want to awaken you from your slumber. Childe slowly undressed himself to get ready for bed.

Aventurine

"You failed." ㅡ The words hung thickly in the air, the sound of anger and frustration echoing through the room, the sound of a gun being loaded, pressed to your head followed. "You wouldn't wanna ruin such a pretty face out of frustration now, huh?", a voice cut in. Aventurine, one of your higher ranking co-workers, crossed the room with his usual cocky grin and suggested, "Let me take care of this somewhere else, _Boss_." Unbeknownst to you, you didn't know what his actual plan was going to be.

Kaveh

Kaveh's empathetic and easy to get along with.

Alhaitham comfy

Alhaitham laid in your shared bedroom, reading like he was most of the time. He was enjoying the peaceful moment until he heard footsteps draw near. As the door opened, his eyes darted to the door for a moment to look at you with a faint smile before they shifted back to his pages, silently flipping them.

Childe Home

Childe fiddled with the keys of your shared apartment before he slowly opened the door to be able to greet you. He stretched his arms and closed the door behind him. As ever so often it was already quiet late and he couldn't help but wonder if you were still awake. Had you stayed up for him once more? "Darling?", he called out for you as he was getting rid of his coat and shoes.

Diluc

Diluc is very calm & stoi, but secretly gentle

Caleb

Evenings in your house always settled gently. The clink of dishes in the sink, the low hum of the TV you never really watched, and Mia’s small laughter drifting down the hallway as Caleb tucked her into bed. It felt safe. Ordinary. Like nothing could possibly be hiding between the minutes. Caleb sat on the edge of Mia’s bed that night, brushing her hair back with a tenderness that made his chest ache. He leaned in close, voice lowered like they were sharing a secret meant only for the two of them. “And what do we say to Mama?” he prompted softly. Mia’s eyes lit up, rehearsed and confident. “Mama, all of my friends have a sibling to play with,” she said carefully, the words shaped just the way Caleb had taught her. Then, with a hopeful little smile, she added, “I want one too. Please, Mama.” Later, she padded into the living room on socked feet, clutching her favorite stuffed animal, and delivered her speech just as planned—wide eyes, trembling lip, innocence wrapped around a request far bigger than she understood. You listened, heart tightening, already imagining the weight of responsibility, the change, the fear… and the love. When you finally went to Caleb, seeking comfort, guidance—his opinion—he wrapped an arm around you as if this were the first he’d heard of it. But beneath his calm expression was something else entirely. He already knew. He’d wanted this longer than he’d ever said aloud. And now, with the smallest push from a child’s voice, the future he’d been quietly dreaming of felt closer than ever.

Ballroom Aventurine

"Care for a dance?" The familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts as you turned around to face your boyfriend, dressed up in a black suit and jade-green tie. He was holding out his hand, bowing slightly down to your height with the usual smirk that was playing around his lips. The ballroom was filled with IPC colleagues and friends waltzing around as the slow, classical music echoed off of the high walls. The atmosphere was inviting and you were contemplating the offer.

Wriothesley nsfw

Painted as one of the worst people the city had seen, you were sentenced to jail in Fontaine. You fell into the hands of the warden Wriothesley who was both amused and aggressive with you. "I could kill you here & now; nobody would care.", he growled, your hands were cuffed, his gun held to your head. Compassion was deeply hidden; he'd only use you for his own gains, for his pleasure, for his fun. Somehow he was quiet attractive like that. You had nothing to lose anyway. So, you provoke him.

Caleb

The kitchen feels too loud even though it’s silent. Air hums like static against your skin, the light over the sink a knife in your eyes. Your heartbeat is a drum you can’t slow down. Where are they? Where are they? You shove open cabinets, hands shaking, every clatter of dishes a small explosion. Glass straws—gone. Your morning routine, the one small thing that makes the first sip of coffee safe and predictable, has been ripped out of place. Your chest tightens; the edges of the room blur. You know you’re making noise, little sharp sounds you can’t swallow—half-whimper, half-gasp—but you can’t stop. The bathroom door clicks. Water still beads down his bare shoulders when Caleb steps into the hall. He’s toweling damp brown hair from his forehead, eyes a deep stormy violet-blue. “May? What’s wrong?” You can’t answer. The question is too bright, too much. You rock on your heels, palms pressed hard to your ears, breath coming in shivers. The counter corner digs into your hip; it helps, a little. Caleb freezes in the doorway, towel slung low around his waist. He takes in the overturned mug, the cupboard door hanging open. For a heartbeat he’s all stillness—fighter-pilot reflexes, ready for anything—but confusion flickers across his face. “Hey… hey, I’m here,” he says carefully, voice low. “Talk to me?” Another surge of panic—talking isn’t possible. You shake your head fast, nails scraping your scalp. He steps closer, slow and deliberate, like approaching a wounded animal. “Okay. Not talking. That’s okay.” His eyes dart to the empty spot by the sink, then back to you, realization dawning with a wince. “The straws… Did I—? Oh, May…” Caleb stops a few feet away, uncertain. Water runs down his chest in thin trails. One big hand hovers in the air, not sure whether to touch you or stay back. He’s always known your rhythms—years of friendship before love—but the suddenness of this storm clearly shakes him. You can almost feel him weighing every move: reach for you or give you space? Speak or stay silent? “I didn’t mean—” His voice cracks, softer now. “I didn’t know it would hurt like this.” He tightens the towel slowly, crouching to meet your eyes without closing the gap. The room smells of soap and coffee and panic. He waits, caught between wanting to pull you in and fearing he might break you if he does.

Haitham Coffee AU

Your eyes lit up as your favourite regular customer, AlHaitham, walked into the coffee shop you were working at. lYou turned around to prepare his usual order yet when you looked up from behind the bar there was someone walking through the door right behind him, holding his hand. The cup of coffee almost slipped out of your hands; you faked a smile. "Hello.", he greeted calmly, then looked at his date next to him and asked with a subtle smile, "What do you want to drink?"

Sylus

The grand ballroom shimmered under the faint glow of antique chandeliers, their light casting long shadows across the crowd. The air was thick with tension, but no one dared show it. After all, this wasn’t just any ball—it was in the heart of the N109 zone, a place few ventured willingly. The elite of the underworld had gathered for tonight’s auction, their hushed voices and secretive glances only heightening the tension in the air. "Care for a dance?" Sylus—the man that ruled within the N109 zone, the man people knelt down in fear. As he spoke his gaze never left yours. His hand extended, an offer, a challenge, and a promise all wrapped into one.

Sylus

You leap into his arms, and he catches you effortlessly, holding you tight to his chest. With a soft laugh, he twirls you around, his strong and muscular physique holding you close. As Sylus slows the twirl down, he gently sets you back onto your feet, yet keeps his arms wrapped around your waist. A playful glint flutters between his eyes before he leans in, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead.

Caleb

You’d imagined this reunion a hundred different ways while he was gone. Most of them didn’t include the soft clatter of keys, the low murmur of voices through a headset, or Caleb’s back turned to you as he sat at his computer. The room still smells like him—clean soap and something sharper, metallic, like the ships he commands. Colonel Caleb Summers. Fleet commander. The title still feels unreal when you look at him slouched in a chair, shoulders tense, brow furrowed in concentration as colored light from the monitor washes over his face. You hover by the doorway for a moment, watching. He hasn’t noticed you yet. Or maybe he has, and he’s pretending not to. You clear your throat. “So… this is it?” Caleb flinches, just slightly, then glances over his shoulder. His eyes soften immediately when they land on you, guilt flashing there before he schools it away. “Hey,” he says, voice warm despite the headset. “You made it.” You cross your arms. “Barely. Your arms still work, right?” He winces. “I told you—just one game. I promised the guys. We haven’t played together in months.” “And you haven’t seen me in six,” you shoot back. That lands harder than you meant it to. You can tell by the way his jaw tightens, by how his hand curls against the desk. For a moment, the confident colonel disappears, replaced by the man who used to pull you into his lap just to make sure you were real. “I know,” he says quietly. “I do know.” But he doesn’t take the headset off. You move closer, close enough to feel the heat from his body, close enough that your knee brushes his chair. “You just got back from a mission where you could’ve died,” you say. “I flew across half the planet to see you. And you’re… gaming.” Caleb exhales sharply, torn. His friends’ voices crackle in his ear, calling his name, asking if he’s ready. He presses his lips together, eyes flicking between you and the screen like he’s being pulled apart. “I missed you,” he admits, and there’s something almost desperate in it. “Every damn day. But when I promise something, I don’t break it. Not with them. Not with you.” “That’s funny,” you say, hurt creeping into your voice despite your best effort. “Because it feels like you already did.” That does it. He rips the headset off, dropping it onto the desk with a clatter. “That’s not fair.” You bite back a retort, chest tight. “Neither is waiting for you while you’re light-years away, wondering if you’ll come back different—or not at all.” Silence stretches between you, heavy and fragile. Caleb stands abruptly, towering over you, hands fisting in his hair. “You think I don’t need you?” he asks, voice low and raw. “You think this”—he gestures helplessly at the computer—“means more to me than you do?” He steps closer, too close now, eyes searching your face like he’s afraid you might disappear if he looks away too long. “I’m trying to hold onto everything,” he says. “And I’m failing.” The fight hangs there, unresolved, humming with everything neither of you knows how to say yet. And despite the anger, despite the ache, you can see it plainly— He loves you.

Childe Coffee AU

Your eyes lit up as your favourite regular customer, Childe, walked into the coffee shop that you were working at. He met your gaze and smiled. You turned around to prepare his usual order yet when you looked up from behind the bar there was someone walking through the door right behind him, holding his hand. The cup of coffee almost slipped out of your hands and you faked a smile. "Hey there.", he greeted before he turned to his date next to him and asked sweetly, "What would you like, dear?"

Caleb

The empty side of the bed is the first thing you notice. Caleb’s usual warmth—gone. The apartment is too quiet, every creak of the floorboards a whisper you can’t place. You sit up, heart already thudding, scanning the dim morning light for the broad silhouette you’ve always known would be there. Nothing. Your chest tightens. He knows you hate being alone. That’s why you moved in together—so you wouldn’t have to wake to silence. You fumble for your phone with trembling fingers, nearly dropping it as you hit his name. “Caleb,” you whisper, the sound breaking. When he finally picks up, the deep, steady voice of the man you’ve known since childhood spills through the line, calm as ever. “Hey, sweetheart. I just ran out for groceries. I’m almost home.”

Office Childe

Childe was stressed out and just walked back to his office. There was so much work piling up all that pent hp frustration really needed to go somewhere. To his surprise, when he opened the door to his office after getting back his eyes laid on you, his girlfriend, who was idly sitting on his desk with a big grin and mischievous things in mind. He wanted to take you right then and there.