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CHILDE
— Childe typically doesn't mind if there are eyes on you
— So what? A couple of guys staring, what's the harm?
— It's only when those stares turn hungry that he has an issue
— The moment someone leans a little too close to you, the slight air of confidence around them, it makes Childe sick
— But after a few incidents, he's had to promise you that he wouldn't walk up and sock someone in the face again
— So he has to be a little more subtle
— A casual arm around your shoulder?
— The bright grin plastered on his face?
— A flash of something darker in his eyes every time they meet those of his opposition?
— If that doesn't send them running, he has a few more tricks up his sleeve
— That causal arm pulls you tighter to his chest, pet names spill from his lips like it's your actual title
— Then, if that's still not enough, he'll press your back flat against him, strong arms wrapped entirely around your figure, nose buried at the junction of your shoulder and neck
— His deep blue eyes are as sharp as daggers, staring into the other man's soul, lifting his head slightly to plant a kiss on your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine
— If this guy still doesn't get the message, then Childe has no choice but to knock the man's teeth in
— Sucks to suck
AYATO
— This phenomenon usually happens at big parties that the Yashiro Commission is in charge of hosting
— He doesn't mind too much (Or so he says)
— Besides, he chose that wonderful outfit of yours for the party, its cut was suited for your figure and its color selected for your specific complexion, and with a face like yours, it's only natural that people admire the most attractive person in the room
— Ayato only had to leave for a moment, a small issue with one of the guests' accommodations for the evening that he had to check on
— He kissed you on the cheek, making his apologies before going to fix the problem, something he had grown accustomed to over the years of your marriage
— When he had come back, he almost let his perfect smile slip off his face
— Admirers surrounding you, compliments, you were all smiles at the seemingly innocent remarks, but he always saw through others' masks
— An arm smoothly found its way to your waist, pulling you close to him, eyes pointed at the schmoozers
— He only broke his gaze when he saw your smile, returning it with a much more genuine look than the one he was giving your admirers
— Ayato is very limited in what he can do at a public function; too much PDA can make it seem like he's gone soft, too little, and rumors about a divorce go flying around Inazuma
— But he always finds a way to send a message, both to you and those trying to steal you away from him
— Pointed remarks, comments bordering on insulting, and casual conversation
— Those who know the Commissioner well could tell that he's being passive-aggressive toward his "competition," even though there's no chance that you'd choose anyone else over him
— So with freshly beaten egos, the men leave you alone, left with your wonderful husband, who gives you a perfectly innocent smile while you stare at him lovingly
— As annoying as it is to deal with headaches like that, he'd do it again more than a million times, just for you
SCARAMOUCHE
— Scaramouche can not stand it
— The sight of another man leeching to your side, bombing you with overtly flirty comments and praise, made him furious
— Everyone in the Fatui knew you two were some sort of item; whether you were spouses or in the midst of casual dating was always the source of the latest gossip, but it was obvious you two were close
— So when some random Fatui Agent was disregarding that well-known fact, it only made Scaramouche want to spit in their face
— It typically only takes his presence to stop any one-sided flirting, but this chuckle-fuck seems to have left his brain at home
— Instead of beating the agent to a pulp, Scaramouche becomes much more clingy, with a possessive arm snaking around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, and a snarl on his lips
— When that scared off the guy, Scaramouche seemed to ease up a bit, but his grip was iron-tight against your waist
— He started to mumble into your shoulder, incoherent to you, but it was easy to tell he was mad
— And with everyone staring at the two of them, Scaramouche was only getting more and more annoyed
— So the only option in his mind was to drag you off somewhere else
— Growls, huffs, snarky remarks, and mumbles left his lips as he held tightly on your wrist
— When you reached some random room, he ever so slightly relaxed
— He held you closer, if at all possible, pulling back after a moment to begin what he came all this way to do
— It started with kisses on your neck, marking every few kisses, slowly trailing up to your cheek, then landing on your lips
— Some side room in the Fatui headquarters was about to get busy
XIAO
— Xiao felt guilty
— The burning feeling in his chest when he saw you interact with other men only made him feel terrible
— He didn't want to restrict you
— He didn't want to police who you got to talk to or who you hung out with
— Yet the sight of another man getting close to you had him throwing all that out the window
— In a flurry of smoke, he appeared next to you, arms crossed, and a pensive look on his face
— Xiao's always been hesitant to touch you, always treating you like you could break from the slightest bit of his strength
— But in this moment, he couldn't help but want to hold your hand
— His grip was light, but it was obvious he wanted it to be tighter
— When you turned to him, your radiant smile came into view, and he melted
— His fingers interlaced with yours, shocking you completely, but it was more than welcome
— The surprise of Xiao's sudden affection made you completely forget about the man you were talking to
— He brought you back to the inn, sitting with you, quiet as ever, his fingers now tracing the lines of your palms, and only a moment later, Xiao lifted your hand to his lips, giving a small kiss to each of your knuckles
— You were just smiling away, happy that Xiao was being more affectionate after so long
— Before he could get carried away, you leaned over, planting a kiss on his nose, then his lips, a wordless "I love you," sitting between them
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