I Forget If I Ever Loved Anyone Else

“I forget if I ever loved anyone else

with Lynette”

When asked the question of if she’s loved another person like she’s loved you, her answer is immediate. Denying the existence of feelings for anyone else. “How could I love someone who isn’t you?”

You were her first relationship. The first and only one outside her family who has been able to succeed in making her feel comfortable. It was you, who made her feel ready to open her heart.

To you, she wasn’t like some robot, or object. She was your partner. You’d announce that to the world if you were able to. Because you’re proud of her. Proud of exactly who she is.

Offering to help her pick plants to add to her tea, or incorporate into her and Lyney’s magic performances. None of it was silly or unnecessary to you.

If she wanted or needed anything, you’d be there. You’ve never said those words aloud, but you didn’t have to. Because your actions spoke volumes your vocal cords could never achieve.

So, no. She’s never loved anyone the way she loves you. Because no one has loved her the way you do.

you have lynette brainrot but now i’m getting furina brainrot i wanna teach her to skateboard so bad :sob:

“Will you catch me if I fall

with Furina”

“You know you can’t be clutching onto me while on the board, correct?” As she scanned your words for any real annoyance or negativity, you tried to take a small step back. What does this action get out of her? Well, it gets you being grabbed like a lifeline.

It’s almost endearing, really. The way she insisted that you teach her the ways around the strange object, the skateboard. In all her years of living in city of Fontaine, known for its technology and advancements, she’d never seen something quite like this.

With her head buried in your shoulder, she brought her head back quickly, “uhm— of course I’m well aware of that! I simply wanted to test you.” You both knew she was lying, trying to save her embarrassment.

As you spent the whole day, slowly trying to get her more comfortable with being on her own, it came to a halt when she got upset. “This isn’t right! I’m supposed to be able to handle such a simple task! As the hydro archon, I—,” she cut herself off.

The dusk sunset highlighted her features, while accentuating the sadness in her eyes and body. Her voice was small in her next words.

“I just wanted to…give us something to bond over. Something more than my ramblings, or my incessant attempts at seeming bigger than I am.”

It hurt to see her crack in her facade due to her own distaste for her actions. “We can try again, Furina. I promise, we can try as many times as you’d like.”

She lifted her head to look at you, “really?” A few tears fell onto her cheeks, and you lifted your hand to wipe them.

“Of course, you’re never a waste of time.”

I just love Furina and Lynette <3

“To be up with you

with Cyno”

“I want to be with you,” he weakly tried to argue. The general had been trying through the night to stay awake with you. His reasoning? That he wants to be with you

It seemed silly, and you’re right. Because he absolutely is.

After all his patrolling and work, you thought a day off was in order. Even though he challenged you to genius invokation TCG several times, you watched and took care of him. Ensuring he could rest.

He objected this arrangement, but eventually relented until it came time for bed.

Even as he struggled to keep his ruby eyes open, he claimed that he had to stay up with you.

“Allow me to stay awake, or face. . .” He trailed off as you gently pushed him back. He had no energy to put up a fight.

You crawled under the covers of your bed alongside him. While he drew you in close, you whispered something that didn’t quite register in his exhausted mind.

“I’m not leaving your side any time soon, so please. Try to rest.”

comfort fic…hu tao comforting reader who lost a family member please..

“In my time of need

with Hu Tao”

With her arms around your waist, she allows you to rest your body into her own. Her grip is firm, and the atmosphere feels heavy. Unlike the director’s usual behavior, she was silent while embracing you.

Not because she didn’t want to speak. She just didn’t know how. Hu Tao has never been confident or sure of her abilities to comfort or be there for someone emotionally,

But for you, she makes an exception to her rule of keeping her distance. She wants to try to help. And not by trying to make you laugh with her, at times, poor humor.

But by trying to show you she cares. And she’s there.

Loss is a scary thing. She knows that. So if she can help you grieve in any healthy manner, she’ll be there. As both a friend and a lover. If you need her, you have her.

Losing someone is one of the hardest things someone can experience. The world can be so unfair to the most undeserving people. Try to keep your head up. I’m here if you need anything <3

Drafts — 5

Queue — 0

“The state of my works

What a dreary topic. . .”

"Oldest trick in the book

with Lilia Vanrouge"

Dancing in the living room of ramshackle dorm was not how Lilia expected to spend his evening.

He was ready to scare you at your doorway as you entered from a long day of classes. He ended up facing an almost cardiac event when you collapsed into him. He recollected himself, ready to tease you. But you stopped him.

"I need a recharge, Lilia. Got something for that?" His eyes softened, reaching a hand up to stroke your hair. A habit he inherited, from the realization that while the world was unkind, all he could do was protect his family and beloved.

Because of this way of living, he eased your head to his shoulder, guiding you inside. "It's an old trick I learned." With a low chuckle, he moved his hands to your shoulders. "Show me your dance moves, and we'll party your burdens away."

Seeing your less than amused expression, he giggled some more.

"Now, I'm only slightly tugging on your leg. We don't need to party." Which meant the dancing part still held true, unfortunately. You weren't in the mood to dance, you were in the mood to sleep. It was evident in the way your body swayed out of sync with his. "Come now, don't tell me you can't spare me your best attempt."

"I just want to rest with you," you mumbled as he lifted your arm to twirl himself. He paused. And you continued, "I'm sorry. I just really want to be held by you."

His parted lips pursed together in an uneasy expression. Not one of uncertainty towards you, more towards himself and his failure. He knew you were tired, but perhaps he hadn't expected him to be the object of comfort for you.

"Yes, of course." He pulled you close to him, in a more intimate embrace. More intimate than his teasing and typical hugs. "Let's get you to bed." Somehow, you managed to render him speechless and infatuated with your sleepy phrases.