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nomelwelloy · 7 months
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Legolas drabble / imagine | Legolas x reader
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After a long period away from each other, he engulfs you in his arms in the firmest, warmest of hugs, his face buried in the crook of your neck and arms clasped tightly around your waist, breathing in your scent as he falls into rhythm with your heartbeat once more.
"Meleth nin," he sighs into your skin with a relief as though the days without you has had him in the throes. "You’re finally home."
You laugh, surprised at his reaction yet secretly delighted to know your absence has had such an effect, but you know yourself to be no better, having clutched his memento every night just to be able to fall asleep. "I’m home, I’m home and I’ve missed you so, my home," you quietly confess.
Legolas’s hands travel along your arm and to your face, cradling your jaw as his fingertips brush along your cheek. He leans in just a breath’s away, nose bumping against yours. "My starlight, it’s been dark without you," he whispers in elven tongue, and it elicits a shy chuckle from you.
"You exaggerate," you say, despite yourself. Indeed, it had been challenging getting used to being alone again for so long, having grown used to Legolas’s constant presence by your side. Being by your lonesome felt particularly peculiar, as though unable to feel the bite of a snowstorm despite smothered in its chill. But arriving home to Legolas was like experiencing the first warm rays of sun after a long dark winter. Your senses thawed, you grasp him as tightly, unable to articulate your own feelings, but Legolas makes up for where you lack, his words carrying both his and your deepest sentiments.
"I feel whole again," his lips graze your forehead, your eyes, your nose and finally claims your lips.
Your heart sings and you follow his lead in a dance you both know well, slow and earnest, savouring the missed taste and presence of the other. Legolas holds you tighter to him, finding your hand to intertwine with his as his other slides against the back of your neck, gently coaxing your head back to deepen the kiss. He’s zealous in pursuing your touch, leaning into you when you cup his jaw, almost breaking the kiss just so he can rest his head fully in the heat of your palm.
A soft, contented sigh escapes him, and a fleeting thought crosses your mind; perhaps it isn’t so bad to go on long missions more often, if it meant coming home to something like this.
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a/n: im back with another!! Thank you for the love and wonderful remarks on the previous drabble <33 it is very encouraging to know that my writings are enjoyed ;;
this one was my first ever Legolas drabble that I’d left in my drafts for forever... It was originally pure word vomit and fluff but i polished it a bit and hopefully you guys enjoyed it! Thank you for reading, and if you like this, feel free to drop a reblog / follow (but be forewarned, I write like,, anything so.. expect the unexpected) but it is all very much appreciated .。.:*☆ ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ
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nomelwelloy · 7 months
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Zhongli dozing off while awaiting Childe's return home- a worktrip to the outskirts of Liyue, it would be nightfall by the time he returned. Zhongli drifts in and out of consciousness, ears pricking up at the slightest sounds; he's tuned to the sound of the door opening, the rustling of clothes and muffled sounds of running water.
Zhongli is a little more awake now, but if he closes his eyes again he knows he won't be able to keep this up. He barely manages to crack an eye open and turn, when the bed dips and a hand comes from underneath, sliding across his chest in a loose hug. He breathes, the smell of their shared shampoo filling his nose.
“Ajax,” Zhongli mutters heavy with sleep, relaxing into his embrace.
“I’m home,” Childe kisses the nape of his neck, brushing his hand over Zhongli’s chest repeatedly in a soothing gesture. He inches himself closer until their bodies are flush, and Zhongli can feel the slow, steady beat of his heart against his back. “Sorry for making you wait,”
“Welcome home,” Zhongli says with what little energy he has left, and he finally closes his eyes, giving in to the tender embrace of sleep. Childe follows suit soon after, slipping off with him into his dreams.
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nomelwelloy · 8 months
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Childe watching Zhongli from his window upstairs, head in his hand, elbow resting on the sill, his gaze goes wherever the consultant walks- the flower shop, the bakery, down the street past the fountain. To his dismay, Zhongli disappears from view when he strays into a stationery store, but only momentarily, before reappearing with a small paper bag in hand.
Childe watches Zhongli stroll leisurely down the street, taking in the pastel buildings, meandering waterways and lush flower-sprinkled shrubbery.
Zhongli remains unbeknownst to Childe's eyes. His steps are unhurried and relaxed.
A smile tugs on the corner of Childe's lips, taking in the sight of his lover making his way back to their accommodation with flowers, breakfast and a quaint package in his arms, like he would on occasional weekends back in Liyue. His smile widens till it hurt, and he presses his face into his hand as his gaze seems to blur. He quickly blinks, clearing his vision to catch the last of Zhongli disappearing into their building lobby.
Zhongli appears not long after. A fond expression graces his features at the sight of Childe coming up to greet him. "You're awake," Zhongli kisses his forehead. He runs a gloved hand over his bare shoulder, lips chasing after with another kiss to his skin.
"You've been busy," Childe returns the smile, setting aside the flowers and bakes. "What have you got there?" he peers into the paper bag and retrieves a copy of Fables de Fontaine.
"If you're not busy today, I was thinking we could read this together." Zhongli sheds his coat and gloves with an air of elegance that makes Childe's heart flutter, with envy and admiration all at once.
They put aside the flowers in a vase and take their time with breakfast, before squeezing onto the settee by the window. They make it one-third into the book, but Childe eventually doses off, head resting in the crook of Zhongli's neck.
It is a slow, lazy day in Fontaine- a rare one amidst Childe's hectic schedule. They take their time drifting through the hours as Childe basks in the attention of his lover, soaking up every second and leaving none to waste.
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