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CHILUC BC I CAN 😍😍

Basically the tittle above, but very self indulgent and very very soft

(I'm deranged to the point of drawing these two idiots in love *giddy leg wiggle*)

Also a request by my fren but I write it to my favour because they don't know what's coming 😈😈

Beta read by my other friend who barks at this.. Yeah.

So anyway enjoy.. Or not lmao

⚠ - Dottore

- Ambiguous/open ending

--- αρχή

"Damn you're pretty"

Ajax would Murmured absentmindedly, hand already hanging ever so slightly as if wanting to touch Diluc's beautiful locks of hair that seemed to fall graciously on his shoulder. And Diluc, sweet loveable Diluc, would give an amused laugh, effectively making Ajax a deep shade of red. Embarrassed by his own mumblings that is clearly not meant to be heard.

Instead of bullying the ginger even more, Diluc reached out Ajax's hand. Gently intertwining their hands together as the red haired man looked up through his eyelashes to stare at Ajax with that loving gaze and- archons- Ajax is so in love with this man. This man that despite their clashing profession, took their fragile love together and mend it to something as soft as, well, this. And it's the sight of Diluc slowly letting his eyes flutter shut that Ajax- gods give him strength, gave a soft kiss to his partner's forehead. Light and chaste, yet holds all of his feelings for this redheaded beauty made by the sevens themselves.

And Ajax thinks, that this might be alright. That everything that he has now, is worth fighting for after gruelling days and weeks and even months of bloodshed obeying under her Majesty's the Tsaritsa's order. Ajax, the boy that had been shunned by the world and the last of himself picked up by the Archon of Love, cold yet firm at the harsh winter of the land, found peace in the calming wind of the nation of freedom, and inside the manor of his beloved that so kindly took care each of his wounds and pieces and mend it to be what Ajax is now. So full of love and full.

He loves it. He hates how painful it is to do so.

--- φινάλε

"Hurry now, Eleven. Even the Rooster walk faster than you."

Pantalone, the ninth of the eleven harbingers scolds the man that begrudgingly walks beside him. But instead of increasing his pace, the eleventh harbinger merely grumbles a bit before continuing with his usual pace. Not heeding The Regrator's remark.

Finding the eleventh much more difficult than before, The ninth could only sigh. Amongst all of the eleventh Harbingers, Pantalone got chosen to baby sit this Child of a man. All because of Dottore's ever so questionable (-and fund draining) 'experiments.'

But then, Tartaglia's movement stopped and he hurriedly went to the nearest window in the palace. That made the Regrator to stop on his tracks too before approaching the ginger haired harbinger.

He could visibly saw how Tartaglia's head perked up upon the sight of something in the near distance before it drops to one of disappointment.

Raising his brow, The Regrator follows the eleventh's gaze, all the way towards the sight of a redheaded recruits that came from Natlan. One of the fresh batch he assumed. And it finally clicks to The ninth's mind, that this boy, a weapon for the fatui and craves for bloodshed, had a red headed lover.

'Ah, I see.. Such a shame.' And the Regrator's hand moved to Pat the eleventh's back before resuming his pace.

"Come along now Eleventh. Her majesty's order are not to be disregarded."

And Tartaglia, eleventh of the fatui harbingers, slowly walks away from the window and followed the ninth. Quiet and rigid.

If only the gods above are kind enough to replay the nights under the stars of Mondstadt.

Perhaps he'd still have his dearest that had the softest smile and the prettiest eyes he had ever seen, right by his side.

--- τέλος

- 666 words

- spelling check : 0

Admire this art pls they're so soft