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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!
honey’s notes: apologies for the wait!! tumblrs being a butthole and decided to delete what I already had, and me being busy (on animal crossing..and schoolwork..) I couldn’t of put this out faster ^^”
summary: you’ve got 5 of the most important characters in genshin impact, and they keep following you around and calling you, ‘your grace’! But with no choice in hand, you’re forced to home these clueless characters in your home. What’ll your friends think of this?
part one. part three.
reader uses they/them pronouns.
characters : Zhongli/Ei/Venti/Aether/Albedo x Reader.
[content warning: yandere. cult. obsession. possible swearing. typos. grammar mistakes. talks about genshin bodies. reader owns feminine clothing but reader is still gender-neutral. Talks about Venti being a borderline perv. creepy encounter with creepy guys.]
recommended song: good old-fashioned lover boy - queen.
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You never really thought this would be happening. Here you are, sitting with the five (5), if not most important characters of genshin impact. I mean especially the long-haired blonde who seems to turn into a puppy as soon as you give him a glance.
“Well, uhm..” you uncomfortably shifted, one hand holding a cup of water, the other being taken captive by Venti who can’t seem to leave you alone. “Uh..does anyone, want to explain why you’re here, and not in here?” You point to your phone.
They all open their mouth to explain, before backing down, seeming uncomfortable about talking to you. “Okay-“ you started, “You’re the creator of teyvat, your grace! And we came to take you home.” You could feel glares right on top of the other directed to the anemo archon who rubbed his cheek into your upper arm, looking at you. he was so mesmerized by you that he wasn’t bothered.
If looks could kill, he’d definitely be dead. “The creator?…” you spoke, your voice had a tone of confusion and curiosity. “Yes! You were brought here when you perished from protecting teyvat from some force, and we’re here to bring you back to the world you truly belong in!” Venti was digging an even deeper hole for himself, Zhongli sighed, making a mental note to punch him through a few mountains when they return.
“Uhm..yeah, no. Maybe you got the wrong person? I swear I never made Teyvat- more like it was made for me but-“ You were shushed by Ei. “well, you..you died in a war far before any nation was created, as a last resort to keep you safe, you were reincarnated to this world..” Ei explained. Zhongli nodded, agreeing with Ei’s words.
You sat looking at her with a dumbfounded expression, you absolutely cannot believe what she’s saying. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you? okay, very funny, that’s it-“ you stood up, Venti falling forward to your seat as you swiftly took your hand from his grasp, your upper arm was warm from him rubbing his face into it. He almost whined, holding his cheek who collided with the seat you used to sit in.
“We’re telling the truth, your grace! If we weren’t, why else would we be here?” Albedo spoke up, also standing from his seat, you looked at him with uncertainty, a silence slowly washing over you. Your eyes dart from each of the characters, Zhongli looked uncomfortable, staring at the cup of water you had handed to them. Ei was busy eyeing your cat, who had jumped on top of the table, curious to what’s happening.
Aether tightened his fists, also uncomfortable at the situation, Venti no longer looked at you, rubbing his cheek with his hand. A sigh left your lips, “look, I’m not this creator person you think I am,” you see them visibly deflate. “But I’m also not a cruel person, I won’t leave you guys out in the streets, if you guys really do come from gens- teyvat, then I’ll house you until you guys return, but only until then.” You pointed your finger at them, as if a parent scolding their child after eating sweets before their bedtime.
you silently hoped it won’t be long until they returned back.
It seems as that any god out there has not heard your prayers and pleas because you have crossed, the two-hundredth-twelveth (212) day, or for short, exactly seven (7) months, on your calendar of how long five (5) of the most important characters have been living in your home.
Zhongli no longer wore his long coat, you remember after a week of them staying with you, you had gone to get them clothes, Zhongli now wears white shirts and sweatpants, in which he still does not understand why they’re called sweatpants when you don’t “sweat” in them.
You may have caught yourself looking at him once or twice, the shirts you got him basically defines his abs. You remember not being able to look at Zhongli for at least three (3) days straight, because when you did, you’d be facing his pecs.
You are thankful for Zhongli though, he helps around with cooking and cleaning, sometimes you can feel his chest against your back when you’re cooking breakfast. Or when your cleaning when he carries you on his shoulders as you clean the highest shelves in your house.
Venti is also a bit of a problem to handle, because he’s been snooping in your closet while you work. How many times have you seen him wear your clothes? He particularly loves the skirts, you had some female friends leave them behind when they’d come sleep over for and skirts weren’t your style, he thankfully took them off your hands! he loves the way they twirl and they’re easy to just put on than shorts. Of course, you had no problems until Venti found…your underwear drawer. Ah, the face you made when he pulled out your underwear and asked what it was..you beat the shit out of him the same day.
Although he does cause problems, he’s the perfect person to go to when you’re under the weather. he either hums or sings you to sleep, persuading you to take a nap, he’s disheartened at the fact of how tired you are, he beats himself up on how he hates that he doesn’t know anything about your world, so you do the work for them, as you always have when they were still stuck in your game.
Ei, well, she wears anything! She prefers oversized shirts though, you had bought her, her own oversized shirts, some styles you’d think she’d enjoy, Ei loved it and always rambles and chirps about how she’s never wore anything so comfortable! Ei’s not a very chatty person, and sometimes she can feel how awkward it is when you sit beside her, enjoying tea you brewed for both of you. She’s embarrassed that she does not know what to say and ends up showing her gratitude and her want to communicate through actions.
She links her pinky with yours as you doze off, too tired to notice that she was basically holding hands with you. She paws at your shirt whenever she sees sweets being sold on the street whenever you guys go to the grocery because she’s shy to ask you to buy her some sweets. If someone told you years ago this is how the Raiden Shogun acts around her loved ones, you would’ve never believed it, behind her tough facade, lays a gentle bunny, just wanting affection from people she loves most.
Aether wore whatever you gave him, if you gave him a clown costume, he probably would’ve worn it. Aether doesn’t care about whatever you give him, he cares about you, your safety and happiness. He swore to that ever since he became your very first vessel. He helps with little things like, taking care of Marsh, who seems to love him as much as the cat loved you, or maybe carrying many bags of grocery to bring inside the house.
He doesn’t care much for what you give to him, or what you say to him, he’s there for you, and your happiness. He strives to keep that smile on your face. You can’t help but smile whenever you come home to Aether sleeping on the couch waiting for you with your cat curled up by his stomach, if you were to be honest, he looked like a boyfriend waiting for their darling partner to come home and so they could greet them but ended up sleeping, waiting. You felt grateful that he decides to wait for you. You showed your gratitude with a kiss on his forehead.
Albedo felt very outcast from this. You bonded with the rest of the characters so easily, but yet he, he doesn’t know what to say. He has a hard time understand human emotions, and he doesn’t know how to show them. He watches you pet Venti’s head out of affection, and his blood boils. He wants head pats too. Albedo wanted to talk to you about his experiments, his discoveries and alchemy, or maybe just drawing, art in usual. He was afraid that you wouldn’t like him and what he did, even though he pursued what he lived and breathed doing in teyvat just for you, he believed that was your path for him.
He never really expected a conversation, maybe a small “good morning Albedo, how are you?” But never a conversation, not like how you and Zhongli talk about history, or you teaching Venti about how music works in your world, or maybe Ei who you keep feeding sweets to, Aether, when both of you baby your cat and give him smooches. He kept expecting and expecting until you, watched him draw.
He finished a drawing that was done a few days ago, it was you, sitting by a window, reading your favourite book. You had approached him and sat beside him, leaning in a bit, he was a little shocked, you could tell from the way his grip fell from one of the pencils you brought him a week prior. “Just wanted to see what you’re drawing albe.” You smiled at him, he felt a small warmth grow in his chest, as he tried to continue drawing.
That’s only some of the stuff that’s happened during their stay at your home. In all honesty, you were slowly growing attached, you loved how every time you came home from work, you’d see aether sleeping on the couch with your cat, Zhongli greeting you from the kitchen, Ei watching him cook, and Venti who was strumming a ukulele you had kept in your storage.
You were slowly getting fond of them and used to them in your home, you know you shouldn’t be. They could poof anytime they want and you’ll have to get used to coming home to only your cat. You realize how lonely you lived your life. A sigh leaves your lips, slapping yourself on the cheek. “stop thinking like that, [name]. Don’t get attached. It’ll only hurt you.” You tell yourself. You don’t want to, but you have to.
“your grace, can we-“ Ei called out, reaching for you. “Ei, please we’re in public.” You pulled her to your side, looking at her hands which carried an item with a colourful packaging. Sweets, you assumed. “[name]…can we get this?” Ei corrected herself, showing you the object, she gave you puppy eyes, which you were sure she wasn’t even doing on purpose.
Both of you stared at each other in silence before you broke. A sigh left your lips as you put the item into your shopping cart. “That’s the last thing you’re getting for yourself, okay Ei?” You scolded her as she nodded, a small smile on her face.
Zhongli glanced from behind the both of you, his hands on the shopping cart, he was busy looking at snacks, that he deemed maybe healthy for you. You, Ei and Zhongli decided to spend the day going shopping, feeling too cooped up in the house. Ei clung to your arm as you guys strolled further into the snack isle, before a hand grabbed you unoccupied arm.
You stopped, looking at the man on which the hand was connected to, he was old, creepy and he smelt bad. “hey...” Your breath hitched, you stepped back, trying to free yourself from his grasp, Ei let go of your arm, pushing the creepy man away. “Don’t touch them.” Ei exclaimed, almost shielding you away. Her soft and flowery aura has now faded away, her hand in front of you to either keep him away or keep you away. It was obvious the man was drunk by the way he walked, wobbly and slurred.
“I’m not here for you..now out of the way..” The man tried to push her away, trying to get to you but being a shogun in teyvat means she’s not easily pushed around. “Ei-“ you watch the man try to push Ei around and start to slowly get violent, before you know it, you’re being dragged to the ground by the man.
It was a blur the next few seconds, the old man’s hand held your shirt in a death grip, you sat on the floor trying to get out of the drunkard’s grip, and another second, he was brought down, Zhongli toppled over him. “You stay the fuck away from them.” He growled, his fist raised as a threat as the man laid on the floor flabbergasted.
“Zhongli- no, no. Don’t.” You stood up quickly, your hand wrapping against his chest, pulling him off as security came to haul the drunk man away. Zhongli huffed, his fists still tight out of anger and annoyance. Your hand laid on his cheek, his gaze on the fading figure of the drunk man. “It’s okay, Zhongli. I’m okay.” You reassured him, his body subconsciously leaned into your palm, his hand slowly taking your wrist to keep you in place.
“let’s go home, please.”
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“atsumu, can i ask you a question?” you asked over the phone, stopping the continued thoughts that your best friend was sharing with you.
“yeah go ahead,” he said.
“well, have you ever kissed anyone before?” you felt stupid asking — especially as you were certain atsumu has probably kissed tons of people before but just in case you were wrong, you did want to know.
“kissed somebody?” he retorted with a scoff, “no, i haven’t actually. have you?”
you shook your head and even though he couldn’t see your face, he could tell your answer by the miserable sigh you projected over the phone, “look at us, two best friends who’ve never been in a proper relationship or kissed anyone, how pathetic.”
“it’s not pathetic, we just haven’t gotten round to doing it yet, that’s all” he countered, “but…”
“but..?”
“we could. kiss i mean, each other.” he suggested and you splutter in surprise, definitely not expecting that, “it would be a platonic kiss of course, just two friends who’ve never kissed anybody before, kissing each other.”
“that would be more pathetic tsumu,” you exclaim, “it’s late anyways, i’ll call you later okay?” you hear him hum in agreement before you end the call, ready to go to sleep.
but you couldn’t sleep, it was impossible for you to do so when atsumu’s absurd suggestion lingered on your mind. when you originally asked the question, you didn’t even think about the idea of you kissing your best friend at all; you just wanted to know if he had kissed anyone.
so when he did propose that you two should ‘platonically kiss’ each other, at first it seemed wild but as you laid in your bed that’s all you could think about — how you didn’t hate the idea of kissing your best friend.
“atsumu, i need to talk to you,” you said on the phone as the clock struck 2 am.
“to what do i owe the pleasure y/n, are you calling about my previous offer?” he joked and you could practically feel the smirk growing on his face.
“yeah about that…i was actually thinking that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea?”
“oh really?” he asked and you hum in affirmation, “well when can we do it?”
“i didn’t know we had to plan when we did it,” you teased “can’t we just do it whenever?”
“yeah whenever, sure” he agreed “anyways it’s late and i’ve got things to do, you should go get some beauty sleep not like you need it or anything.”
atsumu hung up the phone before you could even register what he said, until when you finally rested your eyes and your imagination ran wild with sights of you and your best friend together in an actual romantic relationship. it was an unsettling thing to think about, how much you didn’t hate it but there was always potential in you reading too much into this and atsumu only seeing this as a platonic kiss.
after another hour of deep thinking, you decided to call atsumu again, “hey atsumu.”
“three calls in one night, i must be special,” he said with a chuckle.
“i just wanted to say, about earlier—“
“can you hold that thought a second y/n,” he said “i just need to do one quick thing.”
you hear a knock at your door, and question who on earth would be knocking at 3 am and when you open it, you were surprised to see atsumu standing proudly on your doorstep, phone next to his ear still.
“one second tsumu, there’s an idiot at my door,” you said hanging up the phone and atsumu gasps putting his hand over his heart in mock hurt, “what are you doing here?”
“i’m here to collect my kiss.”
“but you live an hour away,” you emphasised
“and it took me an hour to get here,” he responded smartly, “you did say, we can just do it ‘whenever’ and since i’m here now we can do it here.”
“here?” you question and he nodded, “right now,” with him nodding again. “okay,” and you didn’t know why you agreed, but you knew there was no point in having atsumu travelling all this way to end up with no kiss at all.
when his lips pressed against yours, it was awkward — at first — with your body becoming stiff in nervousness, scared of doing the wrong thing and atsumu sensed that his hands moving around your waist easing you into relaxation and you both fell into a comfortable rhythm as you kissed.
as atsumu pulled his lips off yours, you felt sad already missing the feeling of his lips against yours. “so…” he said awkwardly, “how was that?”
“it was fine,”
“just fine?” he repeated with a growing smirk, knowing that the kiss was definitely more than fine.
“i’m going to bed tsumu, bye” you said quickly, shutting the front door in atsumu’s face ignoring the loud “hey!” he yells from the other side as you run upstairs to your bed.
you assumed atsumu left and you were ready to go to sleep trying to erase your brain over the best kiss you’ve ever had —the only kiss you ever had but before your head could finally rest against your pillow you get a call from atsumu.
“y/n,”
“yes?”
“answer one thing for me really quick,” he asked “was that kiss platonic or romantic?”
“uhh,” you were caught off guard by his question and you knew your answer would definitely influence how your friendship progresses after today but you felt more confident answering knowing that it was over the phone so you wouldn’t have to deal with whatever unwanted reaction atsumu may give you in person, “romantic, it was romantic. if that’s what you wan-“
the call cuts out, and you hear the loudest celebratory cheer from outside your house and you immediately smile at how adorable atsumu was. even though it wasn’t your intention, you were happy to go to sleep having had your first kiss and getting a boyfriend all in the same day.
an: yes this is a repost apologies to the 30 people who’ve interacted w this I hope you enjoy it let me know what you think of this drabble which re reading it as I post it for the second time I hate BUT I hope you love it people
Reblogs are very appreciated
OPERATION: BACK TO TEYVAT.
let’s introduce you to our love interests, shall we?
credits : i couldn’t find diluc’s artist. kaeya: @/nikult_ on twt. i couldn’t find childe’s artist. zhongli: @/mob110119 on twt. venti & ganyu: shohje on twt. albedo: @/waternaeng on twt. ei: @Lallah_ on reddit. lumine: @/2dasu_ on twt. jean: official birthday art by hoyoverse. ningguang: @/kurisucurry on twt. ayaka: @/yaminsoup on twt.
MASTERLIST.
— CAST MEMBERS:
the teyvat residents. (male ver.)
extra male interests:
xiao — a member of venti’s idol group, 4NEMO.
thoma — the barista at your local coffee shop.
kazuha — a member of venti’s idol group, 4NEMO.
itto — the music enthusiast at your local music store.
gorou — the volunteer at your local adoption shelter.
— FUN FACTS:
all of the male interests live in the same house, but on different levels. [level one consists of Childe, Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Thoma and Itto. level two consists of the rest of the guys.]
the male interests refuse to have anyone else cook besides from Childe and Thoma. [emphasis on thoma.]
the male interests’ house is across the street of reader’s house.
all male interests were supposed to share the bills but it ended up Diluc and Childe paying for almost all of it.
albedo has the biggest room + the basement because he’s working on trying to bring all characters back to teyvat, and possibly take you with them.
itto almost always gets lost on his way home, that’s why there’s a rule to never leave itto alone when he goes out, it is also one of the reasons why he’s always at the music store, it’s close to the coffee shop thoma works at.
currently, half of the male interests are considered idols. there’s two groups (DCKZ & 4NEMO) and one solo idol (albedo).
the teyvat residents. (fem ver.)
extra female interests:
kokomi — the seashell-collecting girl at your beach.
sara — the new girl at your job.
yae miko — the teasing regular at your job.
beidou — the girl you met during an outing with friends.
eula — the sophisticated girl that lives next door.
— FUN FACTS:
liyuebrand is a business both ningguang and ganyu own. although, most of the female interests help in creating clothing for women.
ayaka owns her own business called “kamisatoarts” which consists of her paintings commissions and owns an art supply store with the same name.
the female interests’ home is way more clean and organized than the male interests. Unlike the boys, the girls actually succeed in sharing to pay the bills.
the female interests’ house is right beside yours, making you and the girls neighbours. you can sometimes see ningguang sun-bathing or lumine and ayaka eating outside.
Ei is the only idol/celebrity besides from Ganyu (model). Ei is an idol managed by Yae Miko in the background.
Ei is the only one banned from the kitchen, because the last time she was in the kitchen, their kitchen knifes ended up on the ceiling and their cutting boards were all wrecked, with a burnt chicken as the centrepiece of the whole mess.
the female interests prefer staying in your world rather than teyvat, but will never admit it.
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What happens when someone destroys the goodluck charm you gave him ii
Characters: Ayato, Thoma, Albedo
Genre: fluff
More: i iii
a/n: i did it again with other characters :> mihoyo pls release ayato soon, I am surviving on CRUMBS PLS i will risk it all for him idc, also pls give me thoma pls hehe anyways enjoy!
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Ayato
I. Will. Bring. You. Home
Anyways, Ayato has a more....... manipulative way of getting revenge
Meaning he will only smile at first... having a calm composure
So like lets say he’s pursuing bandits for whatever responsibility he has you know
And then the bandit takes the good luck charm while he was getting away
Poor bandit, didn’t know what he truly got into
Of course the matter was dealt peacefully
However
There is this particular detail that Ayato is also in charge of the Shuumatsuban
He will know everything about this person and makes their life worse than hell
They must be prepared to be on Ayato’s #1 hate list
When he shows you the state of your gifts and tells you what happened, you gladly offer to repair it and ask what happen to the one who broke it
Ayato only kisses your hand and says it has been dealt with :)
Thoma
He’s so nice when dealing with them help
So like, if someone breaks it just to get under his skin, he will lecture them in a nice insulting way
And then proceeds to ruin their buisness alfjdkajfksskkdkg
Don’t mess with him he has connections
And plus, Thoma is a nice guy, if he says someones buisness is bad, it must be true right?
Thoma fixes the good luck charm by himself, but he is so honest he tells you about it not long after he repairs it
The culprit will not be scolded by Thoma alone, but also by YOU
No one crosses Thoma without crossing you
Albedo
Okokokokok
When you give it to him at first, he has the small smile
You know the one in the event when everyone is around the fire and he smiles algslgkskfkskgkkg
Hehe ok moving on
So pretty sure the good luck charm broke because of an experiment
It went rather poorly and when albedo saw that the gift broke, he was so sad
He was so happy when you gave it to him
And he was the cause for it’s destruction :((
You hapened to see the state of your gift was in and how upset Albedo was with himself
Of course he was not to blame
The good luck charm can always be replaced!
Cupping his cheeks with your hands, you made sure to kiss his cheeks, his forehead and then his nose before giving a sweet peck on his lips
Comforting him that accidents happen and he should not worry about it too much
Bakugo Headcanons
A/N: So I finally managed to whip this one up, even though my brain feels numb at this point :D
Bakugo never realized how he fell for you.
Like this man was just hit with the fact randomly???????
He'd be chopping vegetables and he would just go 'Holy fuck! I love them.'
And it happens even after you guys get together
He'd could be doing you guys' laundry, and he'd see your shirts and just realize how much he loves you.
Mf would never admit it to your face though.
The best you could get was 'You're less annoying than others.'
And honestly? That's enough for you :)
It's canon that he likes cooking.
His love language is cooking for you <3
You'd find random cupcakes in your workplace, with notes attached.
'Eat up dumbass.'
He doesn't look like it but he'll plan dates for you. Now they could range from simple ones, which requires the both of you two to just stay at home cuddled up in blankets, or intricately planned treasure hunt dates for valentines' day <3
"Where did you hide the next clue?"
"You don't remember where we first interacted?"
The increduality and horror on his face is hilarious.
"Of course I remember."
He'd grin, one of those rare grins.
"You called me a 'clumsy asshole with little to no knowledge about hero work. I could never forget."
Watching his face drain to sheepish embarrassment is always fun <3
"It's still true." He'd say haughtily.
"I'm literally the number two hero-"
"And I'm number one." That shit eating smirk again -_-
During the UA reunion parties your beloved Bakugo is grumbling the entire time, especially during Christmas.
"This is idiotic."
"I wanna leave." "It's our house babe."
"Why did we have to come-" "Katsu! You're being rude."
And now this fateful year, you were hosting the Christmas party :D
"Mistletoes are dumb."
He's grateful when people start leaving afterwards
"I'm gonna clean up a little. You need to go sleep." You mumble to him as you look at the mess in your living room.
"I'll help you."
"You get sleepy at 8, suki. It's 11:36 now, you must be dying."
"Yeah well, I can clean up faster than you." He'd grin. You'd roll your eyes before grudgingly starting to clean up with him.
Your body aches till the time you are done.
"Y/N."
"Hm?" You hum as you lean on his standing figure.
"We're standing under a mistletoe."
"What?" You look up tiredly, and sure enough there's a mistletoe there."
Bakugo kisses you before you can react, and you melt into his body, your tiredness and his love having a strong effect on you.
"Didn't you say mistletoes are dumb." You note.
"Die."
You giggle at his words.
"You're insufferable."
And just like that, the clock hits 12 and you're thankful for him to exist <3
Kisses in the Morning
Kamisato Ayato x Gn!Reader
Synopsis: Ayato wants to kiss reader but they do it before him
What's in the web: Fluff, established relationship
A/n: I'm starting my Ayato grind. Reblogs are appreciated!
The brightness of the sun peeked through the slits of the curtain, painting the walls in a warm color. Shifting inside the blankets, Ayato begrudgingly opened his eyes, unprepared for the day. It pained him to wake up every day. Yet, that is how he had to live his life. That is when he looked over to you.
The blanket adorned your figure perfectly as you shifted ever so slightly, a light blush on your cheeks and a peaceful look on your face.
To be honest, he wanted to stay like this, asleep and forever with you. Slight tightness in his chest as he felt scared if he ever lost you. The thought of you leaving killed him. All those good memories he had with you, all those bumps in your relationship, and all those stressful times with you. It all left a smile on his face and a giddy feeling in his chest.
He was in love with you. As he lay there in silence, a thought poked at his brain. What if he woke you up with a kiss?
He smirked, picturing the embarrassed face you'll make for him. He's always adored the blushing mess you were after his teasing, yet he couldn't do it. Even after leaning into you -leaving centimeters of space- he grew embarrassed.
He wasn't one to do such cliche and overly-romantic things so, of course, this would embarrass him. At least, this is what he thinks is cliche. He leans in once more, only to hesitate. A million thoughts ran through his head. What if you woke up and saw him? What if you rejected the kiss? What if you didn't wake up?
Suddenly, watching as your eyes opened and stared at him. A sigh left your lips, almost a disappointed one.
"Well, if you won't do it, I will."
Soft lips captured him as you leaned into him. A light blush was present on his face as you pulled away from him. His face filled with shock as you got up from the futon.
"I'll go help Thoma with breakfast; prepare yourself as you have a meeting in an hour." You started as you walked out of your shared room, leaving the man in a shocked yet drunken state. He sat up and stared at the door as a small smile grew onto his lips.
"You're too much, (Y/n)."
Male Minotaur/Female Reader SFW Wordcount: 2,004 Tags & Warnings: mentions of injuries Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist | Link to Request
When Dimitris is injured on the job, he has to stay home and heal. Luckily for him, he has a doting wife who is more than happy to care for him.
As you slowly opened your eyes, you found yourself waking up to another day, your seventh morning since Dimitris, your beloved husband, had been injured on the job. The sunlight filtering through the curtains painted a warm glow on the bedroom walls, casting a comforting light over Dimitris' massive form as he lay asleep beside you. You studied his serene face for a moment before leaning in to plant a tender kiss on his rough, furry cheek. He stirred ever so slightly but remained asleep, his breathing steady and deep.
Stretching your limbs, you sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. As you stood up, you couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for Dimitris, who was still recovering from his injuries. You knew he was resilient, but the thought of him in pain made your heart ache. Determined to help, you made your way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of you.
The floorboards creaked softly under your feet as you shuffled to the kitchen, still half-asleep. As was your routine, you reached for the small speaker on the countertop and turned it on, allowing the soft, soothing melodies of your favourite playlist to fill the air. The familiar tunes brought a sense of comfort and relaxation, a perfect companion for your early morning routine.
You hummed along with the music as you opened the refrigerator, scanning the contents for the ingredients needed to make Dimitris' favourite breakfast. You decided on a hearty meal of scrambled eggs, bacon, and a heaping side of fruit.
You took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of fresh coffee brewing in the background, as you cracked eggs into a bowl and whisked them together with a fork. The sizzle of bacon cooking in the pan was music to your ears, accompanied by the gentle strumming of the guitar from the song playing in the background. Your movements were methodical and graceful, a well-practiced dance that you had performed countless times before.
As the eggs cooked, you thought about the five years you had spent with Dimitris. From the moment you met him, you knew that he was your soulmate, and your love for him had only grown stronger since. Despite the differences in your backgrounds and the challenges that came with being married to a minotaur, you had built a life together that you were proud of.
You plated the food and poured two cups of coffee, taking extra care to ensure that everything was perfect. As you did so, you found yourself smiling at the thought of Dimitris enjoying the meal you had prepared for him. You knew that your support was essential to his recovery, and you were determined to provide him with everything he needed. He would have done the same for you.
With breakfast ready, you balanced the plates and cups in your hands, making your way back to the bedroom where Dimitris lay sleeping. The soft music continued to play in the background, filtering through to the quiet bedroom.
As you settled onto the bed, you saw that Dimitris had begun to stir. His piercing blue eyes fluttered open, and he greeted you with a warm, appreciative smile. Setting the tray of food down on the bedside table, you leaned in to kiss him again. The feel of his soft, warm mouth meeting yours was as exhilarating as it had been when you first fell in love.
"How are you feeling this morning, love?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as you brushed a stray lock of hair away from his eyes.
Dimitris let out a soft sigh, but his smile never faded. "I'm not going to lie. I'm not used to sitting around like this. It's been a while since I've felt so... helpless."
You reached for his large, calloused hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I know it's hard for you, Dimitris, but you need to rest and recover. You're strong, and you'll be back on your feet in no time."
He smiled at your reassuring words, his massive hand engulfing yours as he gave it a gentle squeeze in return. "Thanks. I know I can always count on you to keep me grounded."
You smiled back, your heart swelling with love for this incredible creature who had captured your heart so completely. "That's what I'm here for. Now, let's enjoy this breakfast I made for you."
Dimitris chuckled softly, the deep rumble of his laughter sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. "You always know how to spoil me, don't you?"
You grinned, lifting the tray onto his lap so that he could enjoy the meal you had prepared. As the two of you ate, you chatted about anything and everything that came to mind. Honestly, while you were upset that he was hurt, you enjoyed the chance to be with him. His work as a police officer always kept him so busy, it was a rare treat to spend mornings with him like this.
Eventually, talk turned to Dimitris’ recovery. You didn’t put off asking about it, exactly, but you knew it was a sensitive topic. Still, you liked staying updated.
"So, how has the physiotherapy been going?" you inquired gently, trying not to push too hard but wanting to ensure he was on top of his recovery.
He grimaced slightly, taking a moment to swallow a bite of his eggs. "It's not my favourite thing. It's uncomfortable and frustrating, but it’s necessary."
You nodded, offering him an understanding smile. "I know it's tough, but it’ll be worth it in the long run."
Dimitris looked into your eyes, his expression softening. "I know it can't be easy dealing with me being all mopey. You know how much I appreciate everything, don’t you?"
You chuckled and nodded, reaching out to touch his arm. "Dimitris, I'm just grateful that you're recovering. I'd do anything for you, you know that. We'll get through this together."
He smiled warmly, the affection in his gaze making your heart flutter. “I couldn't ask for a better partner in all of this."
As you finished your breakfast and cleared the dishes, Dimitris expressed his gratitude once again for your unwavering support. You offered him a bright grin and leaned down to ghost your lips across his.
“I love you,” you mumbled against the kiss.
“I love you too.”
Once breakfast was finished, you suggested that both of you spend some time on the balcony, enjoying the warm sunlight and the fresh air. Dimitris hesitated for a moment, then agreed, knowing that a change of scenery would do him good.
"It sounds good," he said with a smile. "I could use some fresh air."
You could see the determination in his eyes as he prepared to get up, even though it was evident that the process was challenging for him. His sprained ankle was far from the worst of it - he’d slipped a disc in his back too, and he was covered in dark, nasty bruises beneath his thick fur.
You stood by his side, ready to offer your support as he carefully shifted his massive frame to the edge of the bed. His size and weight made the task daunting, but you were determined to help him.
"Take it easy, Dimitris. I'm right here to help," you reassured him.
Placing one hand on his back and the other under his arm, you gently guided him as he pushed himself up, taking care not to put too much pressure on his strained ankle. Once Dimitris was on his feet, you encouraged him to stretch his leg a little before venturing to the balcony.
"Let's do some gentle stretches before we head outside," you suggested.
You held onto him as he slowly bent his knee and flexed his foot, wincing slightly at the discomfort but determined to push through it. You offered words of encouragement and praised his efforts, letting him know how proud you were of his progress.
"You're doing great, love. Just a few more stretches."
With the stretching exercises complete, you carefully assisted Dimitris in navigating the short distance to the balcony, your heart swelling with pride as you watched him take those slow, lumbering steps.
"Almost there, Dimitris. The sun feels amazing today."
Stepping onto the balcony, you both took a moment to bask in the glorious sunshine, its warm embrace enveloping you like a comforting hug. The sky was a brilliant blue, dotted with the occasional fluffy white cloud drifting lazily by. Birds flitted about, their cheerful songs creating a beautiful song.
You helped Dimitris settle into a comfortable chair, propping his injured ankle on a cushioned footstool to alleviate any strain. You then cuddled in beside him, your hands intertwined, as you both soaked in the peaceful atmosphere.
"It's so beautiful out here," you remarked, taking in the sights and sounds of nature.
Dimitris nodded in agreement. "It really is. I can’t wait for a real summer."
As you leaned closer to Dimitris, resting your head on his broad shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, he wrapped an arm around you. He drew you nearer, and you were happy to lean into his embrace.
As you both sat there, listening to the birds singing their joyful melodies, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to share this moment with Dimitris. The two of you cuddled together, enjoying each other's company in the gentle embrace of the morning sun.
You cosied into Dimitris' side, his thick black fur providing warmth and comfort that enveloped you like a soft blanket. The heat radiating from his body chased away any lingering chill from the morning air, and you felt safe and protected in his strong arms.
Dimitris seemed to enjoy the closeness as well, his chest rumbling with contentment as his large hand came to rest on your arm. His claws, though formidable and sharp, grazed gently across your skin, tracing delicate patterns that sent shivers of delight down your spine.
"You know, I could get used to mornings like this," he murmured, his warm breath tickling your ear.
You smiled, nestling even closer to him. "So could I, love."
The two of you continued to relax on the balcony, the sounds of the bustling world below fading into the background as you focused on the beauty of nature and the warmth of each other's presence. The sunlight cast a golden glow on your entwined forms, a testament to the love that had only grown stronger over the years.
Over the years, your love had only grown stronger, and in moments like these, it seemed as if nothing could ever come between you and Dimitris. The soothing sounds of nature and the warmth of your husband's presence began to lull you into a state of drowsiness. Your eyelids grew heavy, and you felt yourself starting to drift off once more.
As you nestled closer to Dimitris, seeking the reassuring comfort of his embrace, he seemed to sense your growing fatigue. With a gentle smile, he adjusted his hold on you, making sure you were securely cradled against his broad chest.
"Feeling sleepy, love?" he asked softly, his voice a tender rumble that only served to deepen your drowsiness.
"Mmm," you murmured, too drowsy to form a coherent response. "Just so cosy and warm here with you."
Dimitris chuckled softly, planting a tender kiss on the top of your head. "Sleep, love. I've got you."
With those comforting words, you allowed yourself to fully relax into Dimitris' embrace. The soft sounds of the birds and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze served as a soothing lullaby, while the warmth of Dimitris' fur enveloped you like a cocoon.
As you drifted off to sleep, held securely in Dimitris' loving arms, you knew that no matter what challenges life threw your way, you would always find solace and strength in each other's love.
sincerely,
yours truly (part one). / sincerely (part two).
premise: your diligent efforts to uncover the identity of your secret admirer had ultimately amounted to nothing. in fact, your investigations only raised more questions — your companions' strange behaviors and shifty-eyed gazes hadn't completely escaped from your awareness, not to mention you've become... privy to some of their affections...
and what is the last thing you need while trying to search for one person who liked you? more people to like you, of course!
but that is exactly what you receive. (goddamn it all.)
includes: zhongli, kaeya, scaramouche, itto & the real secret admirer !
note: oh god i have done it. it's even longer than the other one but since this is the 10k celebration fic, it's only rightfully so! i hope you enjoy this... likes and reblogs are appreciated <33 please read the first part if you haven't already!
zhongli:
all things considered, zhongli is an unrelated figure to your personal issues, not particularly concerned with such trifling matters. you lived worlds apart, and he's generally preoccupied by his own studies anyway, too absorbed in his thesis to mind who has a crush on who and whatnot.
yet it seems as if fate is intent on pulling you two together whether you like it or not.
you belong in different majors, your lecture halls on opposite sides of campus, and he's an upperclassman. not to mention the upperclassman everyone looks up to, the senior equivalent of albedo. though he holds an air of benevolence and warmth, he's unapproachable in the way nobody would dare impose themselves in fear of bothering him with their presence.
professors only speak of his name in accordance with endless words of praise, and legend has it that any paper he proofreads is guaranteed to receive a high grade... not that anyone could confirm it, since nobody has been gifted that luxury.
except for you, of course, living the y/n life — you'd been slaving away on your assignments per usual at diluc's cafe when, in a moment of misfortune, zhongli had crashed into a waiter and spilled his coffee on your papers, soaking pale sheets in brown splatters and smudging the inked sentences you'd painstakingly written for the past hour.
if only your laptop hadn't run out of battery, you wouldn't have resorted to drafting with pen and paper. or you could have done your work in a later date instead of being productive for nothing. fuck.
witnessing your expression crumpled to disbelief and misery, zhongli apologized through offering his assistance in doing your assignment with you. and oh boy, he did it well. it was better than what you could've ever done, the insight he provided beyond profound. he was humble even as you showered him with compliments, still looking quite apologetic for the fiasco he caused.
and. right. it could've ended there. after that occasion, you would wave at him if you passed by each other at the hallways, but that's where the extent of your relationship ended, a pair of underclassman and upperclassman who'd known each other once.
but of course it's never that easy.
he pops up when you least expect it, running into you frequently even though the rumors articulated “you'd hardly get a glimpse of him since he's busy all the time” clearly. and he's acquainted with people you know well, just that you never paid attention to it; keqing seems to respect him a lot, so does xiao, ganyu perks up whenever he's brought up in conversations, and childe sticks to him when given the opportunity. perhaps it was only a matter of time that you begin a friendship with him as well...
but what's up with these horribly timed drama tropes you keep experiencing with him?!
bumping into him and dropping your books to the floor so he offers to walk you to the library, locked into a room when a professor asks you to collect materials for class with him and the door has a faulty knob, getting photographed by a student while you study in the same table and everyone assumes you're dating,,
you've been seeing far too much of him.
everyone's patience has been wearing thin. xiao tries his best to keep his annoyance at bay but fails. childe has resorted to bribing zhongli for free lunch to lead him away from you. albedo straight up drags you to the opposite direction whenever he spots zhongli within vicinity.
but it's like there's a force of nature compelling you to stick right back to him.
hosting events for college fests had never been your kind of thing, but attention follows you if you're acquainted with famous people, and keqing was unwilling to be an emcee if she didn't have a friend alongside her to act as a second host. of course, that meant everyone was deadset on dragging you with her.
you're not very keen on standing on a stage to face the whole school like a kid participating in a talent show, but you've never been good at saying “no” to your friends.
hence why you find yourself clutching on a microphone now, blinded by bright stage lights. you would much prefer if you were part of the audience. or if you were in ayaka's place instead, holding up cue cards behind the curtains.
there's some kind of beauty pageant going on, a popularity contest for the prettiest people in uni. votes are collected via online polls, and you're tasked to reveal the top 10. you don't doubt for a second your friends will all join you on stage eventually, and you've already asked ganyu to drag xiao up the platform if he tries to escape. sweeping off a piece of confetti by your shoulder, you flip open the folden paper in your hand and announce the winning names.
zhongli steps up as one of the candidates for first place and you faintly hear gasps of awe and high pitched squeals.
you nod at him in acknowledgement, and he returns the gesture in kind. you head on over to hand him a mic of his own, keqing busying herself by doing the same job for other contestants, and...
in your carelessness, distracted by fumbling with the paper in your hand to hide it back inside your pocket, you trip over an electrical cord.
you've been waiting the entire night for the time where you'll eventually embarrass yourself in front of a crowd. perhaps a voice crack in what's supposed to be a tense situation, a stutter in your words, falling off a stage even, but here it is, even more horrifying than what you could've imagined.
squeezing your eyes shut instinctively, you brace yourself for the hard surface to tumble onto. instead, what meets you is something squishy, someone's hands gripping around your shoulders, and-
FUCK. you banged your knees on the ground.
the first thing to pop in your mind is a myriad of swears that could stun a sailor.
the second is the oddly plush surface your lips had landed on.
the third is the sight of widened golden eyes. they look very familiar. but you'd rather not think about who they belong to.
the ugly screech of the microphone dropping to the floor is drowned out by gasps, yelling, and the scandalized choke of keqing behind you. xiao — who did end up being a contender for the stupid popularity contest and is standing only a few meters away, makes an alarming noise that could trigger a person's fight or flight reaction.
you hastily attempt to rise to your feet, but the floor is slippery what the actual fuck, and zhongli, oh for fuck's sake, innocent and oblivious zhongli grabs your hips to keep you steady.
.....of course the accidental kiss and caught in a compromising position tropes were going to happen eventually.
kaeya:
“it's from me.”
your gaze travels from the fresh, new bouquet of flowers emitting a sweet fragrance lying in your arms, and the face of the man currently standing before you, lips curled in what seems to be a supposedly reassuring smile.
“you mean... this and the carnations last time?”
his lips are still firmly quirking upwards, admirably patient in spite of reiterating the same phrase over and over again whenever probed with your repetitive questions.
still, he doesn't quite give off the impression of someone deeply infatuated.
and okay, not to be narcissistic, but you expected a secret admirer to... well, admire you more, yet this person looks as nonchalant as ever.
and he doesn't look like the type to profess love through subtle means. at all.
you'll be blunt. you've heard of kaeya. who hasn't? whether it be of mischief, or something more scandalous in nature, he's more or less always involved with trouble, gossip about him traveling fast. it may be an insane prank in the boys' dormitory or someone he bedded (who's supposedly out of everyone's league, yet fell for his charms so easily), you hear of his name quite often.
it's just that you didn't expect you'd associate yourself with him...
and if you have at least two brain cells to rub together, you can easily piece together the conclusion: this guy is definitely talking out of his ass.
nobody has ever heard of kaeya pining over someone so badly that he personally sent bouquets and other small gifts to appease them, admiring them from the shadows. it's so clearly not his style. if he likes someone, he'd flirt with them a bit and cleverly worm his way into their heart, and absolutely not give away presents expecting nothing in return.
but if he's not your secret admirer, then for what reason is he pretending like he is?
you want to seek the truth, and playing along for the meantime sounds like the best option. and this may draw out the real secret admirer, the sly part of you voices internally.
thinking it'll be rude to turn him down publicly (since of course he initiated this exchange in the middle of a crowd, and that only gives you more reason to doubt him), you decide to see how things go first.
if anything, this whole “wooing” business with kaeya seems like it's done out of spite. does he have a bone to pick with you? or he made one of those stupid “it'll only take a week for you to fall for me” bets with his friends? hopefully not, because that's terribly out of trend.
your indifferent responses do nothing to deter him from sticking to you like glue though, doing this and that to earn your favor. he's... not doing anything wrong, actually. if you didn't know any better, you'd think he's like any other eager guy who wants to receive your love.
he does a great job of remembering what things you like and dislike, making a habit of inviting you out for a meal in your favorite restaurants every now and then or taking note of what movies you're looking forward to so you could watch it in the cinema together.
... it feels more like hanging out with normal friends now.
kaeya eases into the idea of that notion, too, insisting on meeting you outside of his shady “i'm your secret admirer” business. it doesn't take too long until you begin to reach out to him as well, inviting him to go shopping with you to look at jewelry together (and dear lord, does kaeya know how to accessorize) or giving him a ticket to the amusement park when kokomi bails on you. (“so i' m just a rebound? a back-up plan?” kaeya arches a questioning brow, acting deeply hurt to provoke a reaction. you smack his shoulder and he laughs in mirth.)
(he definitely tries for the “let's go to the haunted house so you can cling to me when you're scared” cliche but fails. why does he feel disappointed though...)
if given more time, maybe the time would come where you'll both just shrug off the secret admirer thing and continue on normally as friends. it'll be the last thing on your minds, a joke that never had a punchline. just some prank kaeya didn't see through the end.
but then it resurfaces when kaeya had already given you your daily dose of coffee — yes, he somehow knows the secret recipe you like, something you plan to ask him about later — but another cup is waiting at your desk, its once warm temperature turning lukewarm.
you inspect it, judging for yourself, and you confirm it's the same recipe you like.
so this one is from the real secret admirer then, the one who's still hiding in the shadows. that, or this recipe is just popular.
the people residing in the same room as you observe the scene with interest, because apparently your romance drama became a spectator sport, stares pinned in kaeya's direction.
you knew he was a fraud from the very start, but others do not, and he's not sure what to say.
someone else makes the excuse for him. “do you have another person who likes you, [name]?” amber asks innocently, essentially saving kaeya's ass without her realizing it. you let your gaze shift from her to kaeya.
“...maybe.” you place the two cups of coffee side-by-side, feigning nonchalance.
if the real secret admirer found out that someone's pretending to be him, this must be his way of saying kaeya's a fraud in front of everyone. after all, if he was actually the secret admirer, there'd be no need for kaeya to give you another cup when he'd already placed one on top of your desk.
and a couple of people already know who the real one is, anyway. xiao just doesn't want to tell you.
kaeya sends what seems to be a longing gaze your way but ends up turning away to head to his own classroom. he'd only offered to walk you towards yours, and you didn't share classes. it gives you more time to ponder how to confront him.
you didn't have to. he explained things himself.
it comes in the time you least expect, a peaceful lunch like any other. he suddenly arrived at your table, tray in hand, and sat opposite of you. “it's not me,” is the first thing he says, no context at all. he admits the obvious truth and you shovel more food in your mouth in your hopes of hiding how curious you are for what else he has to say.
“but i know who's been giving you flowers... and the coffee. also the chocolate the other day. i helped him pick out the presents, actually.” and that's where you choke because that's not what you were expecting at all.
“he was considering sending a love letter, but i told him you'd recognize his handwriting because you know him very well. and he refused to give a printed letter because he thought it was 'lacking' and you deserved better than that.” he scoffed at the thought. “and that's cute of him. endearing, if you will. but he seriously pissed me off last month and i wanted to mess with him a bit.”
“so you... tried to date the person he likes?” your expression sours. that's a dick move. he immediately shakes his head, as if to say perish the thought.
“not that. i knew for a fact you wouldn't like me anyway. i was just teasing him,” kaeya huffs. “and he got angry at me. well, it's a justified reaction. but i didn't plan on keeping up the charade for long. i only wanted to fool around for a few days.”
“and then?”
“...i missed the timing to pass it off as a joke. then we started to hang out like friends. but i assured him that you didn't actually think i was the real secret admirer, so he forgave me as long as i... do some work for him.”
oh. he's right about that though. and that also explains why kaeya looked so tired recently, helping out a friend with his project as a sincere apology.
“does he plan on revealing his identity anytime soon?” you can't help but ask, your eager eyes betraying the nonchalance in your voice. kaeya sighs at that, leaning back on his chair and crossing his arms.
“i've been trying to convince him to. it's exhausting to look at him flailing about like an idiot. he talks about you all the time.” he frowns at the way your cheeks color. “you should try luring him out.”
you tilt your head in question. to show his point, he reaches out his arm, grabbing your hand. you let him do as he pleases, even as he brings the spoonful of your meal to his lips, and takes a bite out of it.
distantly, you hear a metal clatter against the floor and a voice cry out in surprise. you turn your head towards the noise, and you see—
the hell. it's just bennett tripping.
... but it's not like bennett dropped a metal utensil or anything. he is the one who cried out, though.
“wrong direction, sweetheart. you were supposed to look at the right. what a shame, you didn't see him picking up his fork like a fool.” kaeya laughs, releasing your hand from his grip.
he seems strangely reluctant in doing so, but you decide not to look further into it.
scaramouche:
at best, he is an unwilling spectator.
emphasis on “unwilling” because he truly does not wish to see you. like at all. you're pretty sure he hates your guts, but he'd amassed a lifetime's worth of misfortune and keeps seeing you... and the guys around you.
it's safe to say if your love life was turned into a k-drama, he'd probably seen the entire series.
he'd walked in on you when childe confessed he likes you, purple eyes narrowed into a sharp glare before he turned on his heel and left the room. he'd seen the way xiao looks at you, starstruck and excruciatingly fond, because of course scaramouche sat beside him in class (long, long ago they settled a mutual agreement to not speak to each other unless necessary, even if they hadn't verbally discussed it). he'd seen you at diluc's cafe, too, when diluc poured coffee at the angry customer. scaramouche's clothes were stained, as he was the customer sitting beside your table.
he'd seen you with kazuha when kazuha came to pick you up in the rain. he'd seen albedo draw sketches of you in the corner of his notes. he'd seen thoma with you while out for grocery shopping. he'd seen gorou follow after you not unlike a loyal puppy.
he's, reasonably, tired of seeing your stupid face and your stupid harem and he hates you.
by the looks of it, none of your friends like him. especially mona. she had a few arguments with him already. they didn't mix well, and scaramouche liked poking fun of the astrology she loved, a firm disbeliever of such things. “how is my birthday supposed to dictate my personality? or my relationship status? is this fortune-telling? tell me, then. what's my lucky color for the day-” and he only shut up when mona landed a clean kick to his shin.
...yeah. he's kind of an asshole. the type to scowl 24/7, glare at you for no reason, and bump into you without apologizing. then when you do try to make small talk to alleviate the awkward atmosphere, he scoffs and pointedly ignores you.
but you can't blame him for finding you and... the guys following you irritating. you imagine it must be an eyesore for outsiders. there's already quite a bit of rumors about you going around seducing men (and women, you add, because apparently you can't be friends with pretty girls without having those kinds of intentions... and yoimiya and ayaka could be somewhat touchy) and rumors are almost always wildly changed with each pass of gossip from one person to another.
of course your friends don't believe it one bit and are ready 24/7 to defend your honor, but scaramouche is very obviously not your friend, and he may regard you with something less than pleasing.
it's only understandable you're caught by surprise when you chance upon him picking a fight with people badmouthing you, shoving a boy to the wall with brute force you wouldn't expect from someone his size. (you berate yourself for making fun of his height in this kind of situation.)
“shut the fuck up,” scaramouche drawls out, fisting the boy's shirt collar. “your voice is grating to the ears. surely, you have better things to do than yap nonsensical bullshit out in the open?”
“what's your fucking problem?!” the guy responds, panicking within his grip. “it's not like we were talking about you! don't think so highly of yourself!”
that prompts a scoff from him, and he tightens his hold on the boy's collar. he immediately shuts his mouth, thinking it better not to retaliate. scaramouche's glare promises something beyond simple violence if he continued to act prideful.
somwhat satisfied by the fear glistening in the guy's eyes, scaramouche finally releases him. “scram.”
the group runs off, and you quickly duck behind a wall to hide from his sight as he walks away. you're not sure what to feel, conflicted by his usual prick demeanor and shockingly kind(?) actions behind the scenes.
unfortunately, your confusion reflects directly on your face. after a handful of times catching you staring at him, he finally snaps, “what do you want.”
your expression twists into something complex, and scaramouche's frown deepens. “uh... no, it's nothing, really...”
“you've been looking at me all day. do you take me for a fool?”
your face sours. so much for planning to thank him. maybe he didn't stand up for you and actually just found the noisy gossiping annoying enough to choke a guy and pin him to the wall. if it's scaramouche, it isn't too far-fetched at all.
and what were you going to say to him, anyway? it's not like he explicitly stated he did it for you. it would be beyond mortifying if you thanked him for it and he clarified that little detail, thinking you were stuck-up enough to assume the world revolves around you.
... no, that's too much overthinking, isn't it...
“well?” scaramouche impatiently taps his foot, raising an eyebrow expectantly. you hold back a defeated sigh and decide to stay put.
“sorry if i made you uncomfortable. i was, um, looking at...” who does he sit with again? “xiao!” you mentally apologize to your friend, using his name as an excuse.
impossibly, he becomes more irate than before, his taps ceasing into a calm quiet. the silence pierces more than the tense conversation prior.
without another word, he walks away.
...well. okay. that was safely evaded.
life continues on per usual. you don't interact for the next week, and you want to leave it at that.
except your life is a joke. a romantic comedy you never wanted to be a part of.
...you're assigned to a group project. with him. with childe too, no less. the childe who confessed his love to you not too long ago and you still have problems wrapping your head around it, not sure how to talk with him like you did before.
amidst this drama, scaramouche is stuck smack dab between you. he's unquestionably furious.
he's present when childe looks at you in the same excruciating way xiao does. he's present when childe tries to make jokes to ease off the tension, and it doesn't work in the slightest. he's present in the lingering gazes, awkward pauses when you graze fingers as you hand materials to each other, and reluctant conversations that never last any longer than seven clipped sentences.
scaramouche feels wronged. had he committed a war crime in his past life to deserve this despair?
and you. you just want to get this over with. collect information, make a powerpoint, and present in front of the whole class. easier said than done.
the three of you together doesn't sit right with you, but left with only two isn't any better either. childe and scaramouche don't get along if you leave them long enough for an argument to brew. scaramouche hates you and doesn't fill the silence when childe leaves for a bathroom break. childe tries too hard to talk when scaramouche leaves for a coffee break.
when the first day of working together ends, you nearly cry tears of joy.
“i can walk you home,” childe offers out of goodwill. it's certainly not because he has other intentions in mind, he's just concerned since it is pretty late.
“we take the same bus,” scaramouche speaks, for the first time joining your conversation. “we can go together.”
childe smiles in relief, lifting a hand to ruffle your hair. then he stills. old habits die hard. damn.
for his sake, you don't comment on it. you walk out of the library, scaramouche in tow.
the stroll to the empty bus stop isn't a comfortable one, but at the very least, you're accompanied by an acquaintance and you don't have to feel anxious being alone. you take a seat as you wait but scaramouche chooses to remain standing, placing a fair amount of distance between you.
“...you haven't made up?”
his voice is small, almost swallowed by the howling winds. you're surprised he wants to talk about it, but you laugh. “we didn't fight or anything.”
“fighting would've been better,” he replies. “an apology could still repair your relationship. but there's nothing you can do if you don't see him that way, and he can't see you as a friend.”
you look down at your feet, heels resting firmly against the pavement. “yes... it's tricky. i don't know how to act around him. i don't want to hurt him, but... maybe not rejecting him is painful, too.”
“then turn him down properly.”
“it's not that easy...”
“would you rather him still have hopes for a chance with you and eventually get disappointed instead of dealing with it once and for all?”
he makes an excellent point. it's reasonable enough... but you don't know how to bring it up with childe. not now. not yet. you'll have to think about it properly, the way to reject him with the least amount of discomfort from his side.
“receiving relationship advice from you... if someone told me this would happen today, i'd think they've gone mad.” you chuckle. “do you deal with friends whining about hardships like these often?”
“apparently, they think of me — someone who has no interest in dating — as the perfect person to consult for relationship problems.”
“hm? you don't date? do you like anyone, at least?”
he gives you a look. it's perfectly blank, devoid of his usual arrogance or irritation. you blink at him, the pause in the conversation stretching too long to be comfortable.
“you could say that. but i don't... try things i know won't work out.”
“...like?”
he rolls his eyes. “think about it this way.” he removes his hands from his pockets, approaching your seated figure. he comes startlingly close, mere centimeters away, and his fingers curl around your wrist. your lips part and close, and you wonder if he's trying to kiss your knuckles-
“if i told you now that i like you, with this many people who like you too, there's no way i'd win, is there?”
it's an example, you tell yourself. you asked him a question and he answered it.
“...so the one you like is popular...”
but his gaze looking directly into your eyes is too earnest, too honest. sincere. light reflects against the violet pools, a turbulent storm clouding within.
you neither nod nor shake your head. the bus arrives and you scramble to get on it.
scaramouche pulls you by the wrist when you nearly trip over the small set of stairs, leading you to a pair of seats. if you have something to be grateful for, it's that he doesn't try to talk anymore, using the pair of headphones resting by his neck for the rest of the ride.
itto:
itto barges into your life in a whirlwind of chaos.
it comes in the form of a stray volleyball plummeting towards your back, and the sheer force behind it knocks the wind out of your lungs. your knees buckle and you kneel on the floor, heaving violent gasps of air. the searing pain makes you wonder if you broke your spine.
distantly, a screech bellows from the court. a figure almost flies past the gymnasium's doors to check on your condition. “are you okay?!” it's gorou, you realize, his eyes blown wide with panic.
you don't want to worry him and say you feel as if you've permanently shattered a bone, but your back hurts like a bitch and you tell him so, “fuck me with a hammer, did a bowling ball crash into me or something?”
he ignores your interesting choice of words and answers, “my friends and i were playing volleyball, i'm so sorry! we didn't see you there at all!”
you steer your sight to the gymnasium entrance and oh my god. the doors aren't especially massive, and one of them is even closed, so what are the chances you walk past the small space and precisely get slammed by a stray ball? it's gotta be lower than a five star drop in gacha.
“can you stand?” gorou holds up a hand for you to take but you really can't move away from your fetal position without an explosion of ache jolting through your body. he's three seconds away from offering to carry you when someone else beats him to it.
“did you get hurt?!” a blur of white hair passes through your eyes, and you blink up at an unfamiliar man. gorou's friend, you're guessing, most likely the one who injured you too — that powerful force from the volleyball could only come from someone like him. tall, athletic, muscular. he's ripped. shredded. probably tore your muscle fibers too.
you don't let the pain cloud your mind. he didn't mean to kill you, you remind yourself. you stretch your lips into a smile, but it may just look like a grimace.
however, with a gentleness you didn't expect from him, he carefully hoists you on his back. oh. he's strong. and really warm.
...sticky with sweat too, but you'll try not to mind it too much...
“i'll carry you to the infirmary!”
your brain clears up from the haze of agony. “...wait, you don't have to-” before you get another word in, he rushes to the clinic, and you bypass many, many people. you settle for hiding your face as best as you can.
after proper treatment, he gives you a serious apology. you learn his name is itto, and you instantly recognize him. you've heard of the name itto before, that one popular student on a sports scholarship for basketball, but he's known more for goofing off with other sports teams. he's broken a lot of windows when he played baseball... and probably also broke bones of other people when he roughhoused too much on the soccer field. it's just that he's insanely talented, enough for most people to overlook his troublesome tendencies.
anyhow, famous or infamous, you can't tell yet. but he's very much willing to make up for your injury.
a free meal would honestly suffice just fine, but even after that, he insists on following you around, offering his assistance whenever needed. and, well. you have no problems with having an extra hand to help when you need to carry heavy equipment.
then he learns about the whole secret admirer thing and he proposes he'll help you lure him out.
“and how do you intend to do that...?” you inquire just as you enter the lecture hall, itto trailing after you and setting your bag on the table. his face splits into a grin and you have a vague idea of what he plans on doing.
he wraps an arm around your shoulders and tugs you close to his chest.
several things happen at once. a huff leaves xiao's mouth involuntarily. the crack of pencil lead breaking into pieces sounds from beside him, scaramouche holding the pen in his hand with too much force. the laughter ringing seconds prior comes to a halt, childe's face no longer displaying a bright smile.
itto blinks, retracting his arm. he didn't expect this outcome. “you have really overprotective friends, [name].”
as one would expect, you never got the results you want because too much people react to his provocations. it's tricky to pinpoint which one of them exactly is your secret admirer when they all like you the same. (this whole situation is truly absurd. it's not that you fed all these guys love potions by accident, right?)
itto doesn't dare upsetting gorou with this though, but with anyone else, it's free game. he begins calling you the most ridiculous pet names he could come up with, in the wrong place and in the wrong time.
my precious cupcake. my sweetest honeybun. little ducky. snugglepuff. they send shivers down your spine. (albedo is noted to be most affected when itto does this. it's not hard to imagine his brain cells frying when itto shamelessly calls you by such awful names.)
but then it becomes a habit. he's not doing it ironically anymore. his mouth had become accustomed to addressing you in manners only lovers do. more often than not, your friends would be caught by surprise when he wholeheartedly calls out “babe” to earn your attention and you turn towards him as if it's like the most natural thing in the world.
the cherry on top is when you attend one of his games for the basketball team.
it's not like you wore his varsity jacket to rub into everyone's faces the fact that you're dating. nor did you wear a cheerleader outfit of some sorts to show your passionate support as his significant other. you'd only come with gorou and kokomi, waving the banner the three of you made into the air as you were seated in the stands along the sides of the court.
when they won the finals, people on your side all rejoiced, flocking over to the team to praise them and offer their congratulations. thinking it would be better to stand by instead of joining the sweaty crowd, you stood aside with kokomi while gorou insisted on diving headfirst to the sea of people.
then a tall head approaches from afar. white hair, bright eyes, and a similarly blinding smile. “[name]!”
you didn't expect him to come to you. well. spares you the effort then. you throw a towel around his neck. “you're drenched in sweat. please don't touch me.”
he frowns. “not even a congratulatory hug?”
“not when you're this gross.”
at least that wasn't a stern no. itto grins. “wasn't i great out there?” he cards his fingers into his hair, fishing for compliments. you thought he had enough of those from the crowd currently swarming him. “i did a ton of 3 pointers. you saw me, right?”
“would you be disappointed if i said i was on my phone the whole time?”
immediately, his face twists into an offended look. of course that was a lie. you laugh and lean on the tips of your toes to reach his hair, ruffling it into a mess. “kidding. you were amazing, babe.”
that moment, you hadn't seen his expression clearly, occupied with patting his head. perhaps you hadn't even realized what you called him.
but to everyone around you, they could see it, plain to the eye — the shock in his gaze, the small twitch of his lips, the rise of his brows. then his cheeks flush a lovely color as he stares at you under his lashes with a hesitance as one would look at the sun, longing to admire its radiance yet afraid to be scorched by its brilliant rays.
he takes the leap anyways, staring at you as long as he wanted.
a lovestruck fool, keen to your touch.
your secret admirer.
relatively speaking, it's an ordinary day so far.
or as ordinary as it can be with a life as silly as yours. the past few weeks didn't feel real. you wish they weren't. everything has become too complicated. everyone kept on acting suspiciously and skirting around you, avoiding eye contact only to observe you from behind.
your day starts out seeing thoma when you open your front door, both of you telling each other good morning. you pass by kazuha having breakfast at a fast food joint. then you run into itto first thing in the morning, where he gladly helps in carrying a 3d model of your project into class. kaeya swings by to bring you coffee since you didn't get a chance to visit diluc's cafe, not having the extra hand to carry among the pile you already have. you make your daily greetings, saying hi to your friends and annoying xiao, as you always do. you nod towards scaramouche, and you even had enough courage to say hi first to childe too. when walking to another lecture hall, you happen to meet albedo, gorou and zhongli in separate times.
then at lunch time, when you briefly leave your belongings alone for a moment, someone leaves a packet of candies stuffed into your bag.
a sticky note is stuck on the surface, “please meet me at the physics classroom at 6 p.m.” scrawled in black ink.
the penmanship is good. it twists in elegant curls at the edges, brush strokes light and even.
you're able to recognize it at first glance, just as kaeya has told you.
you've seen it enough times to burn it in your brain. you've rigorously studied notes with that same handwriting, after all.
at 5:56, you stand in front of the classroom doors. in different circumstances, you'd have second thoughts before blindly following somebody's orders but you know who it's from, and it is decidedly not a murderer out to get you.
you collect an intake of breath, and twist the doorknob.
the last traces of sunlight bathe the room in a heavenly glow, a haze of aureate like shimmering flecks of gold. the billowing curtains hide the figure standing by the windowsill, the gentle breeze caressing your cheeks as you squint in its direction.
the figure moves of their accord, the sound of a book snapping shut following their actions.
albedo walks out, a serene smile displaying on his sun-kissed face.
“...hey.”
your heartbeat pounds in your ears. though you expected his appearance, it does nothing to dull your surprise.
“it's you.”
albedo had always admired you in quiet adoration.
he can't provide a clear explanation why his gaze is naturally drawn to you, turquoise eyes sweeping by your countenance before he realizes it. but it started out simple, as everything does: a curiosity piqued, when he heard of a person tagging along the supposedly unapproachable girls in school.
gossip comes and goes every season, and albedo knew it will pass soon. it's only a matter of time before they cling to another topic to babble about. most likely something kaeya did again, because he chases after trouble like a dog with a bone.
rumors are nasty. they paint you in malicious light, a person seeking attention among the most eye-catching lot. you wished you were on the same league as them, they said. you were only after the benefits of acquainting with those girls, they said.
but you were special on your own.
the way you carried yourself with confidence, against the judgmental stares and muddled opinions. the way you hadn't cared about what other people said, because you knew best about the situation and you were different from what they made you out to be. the way you genuinely loved your friends, sincerely wishing them happiness and doing everything you can to put a smile on their faces.
you were dazzling.
your laughter rang like bells in his ears, your grin a delight to see. your voice was melodious as you prattled on about the latest film you watched, or as you hummed a song with headphones covering your ears. your colorful expressions were amusing, a reflection of the feelings in your heart.
as the professor drones out during lessons, albedo finds himself distracted by his daydreams. what if he stood beside you? what if he could partake in conversations, not only able to hear your voice but you'd also hear his? what if he was the one faced with your smile, the reason of your smile, the one who made you feel such joy?
what if you permitted him to go further? to brush hands with you, to intertwine your fingers in simple intimacy, to curl his arms around your waist in a loose embrace, to press a kiss on the corner of your lips-
his ears burned in humiliation. what on earth was he thinking?
but forget “seeking attention from others,” it didn't even seem like you were interested in dating.
you showed indifference towards the idea, avoiding mixers and drinking parties. you also turned down quite a few dates. not to mention albedo wasn't even friends with you. he wasn't even sure if you knew of his name.
then you showed up at the library, and for the first time, albedo was thankful for the privilege nobody bothered his table, so you could sit alone together.
you became friends after his (despairingly embarrassing) insistent attempts to acquaint himself with you.
and he files away the little details, storing the small things about you in the corner of his mind. what you like, what you dislike. what days were you free, what things you prefer over the other.
it's a happiness he relishes in, the comfort of your friendship. but his greedy little heart yearns for more, for what you cannot give.
he tries anyway.
he's running out of time. you're always surrounded by people, whether you realize it or not. but he considers himself a selfish person. he doesn't want you to be taken away.
he may lose you entirely if he does it wrong.
but you're already here, eyes gleaming, lips pressed in a nervous tight line. the red dusting your cheeks leaves some hope for him, so he musters up his courage and simplifies the storm of feelings that eats away his heart each day:
“i like you, [name].”
Hi! I loved your last tenya iida x reader 💙 if possible i would like to request a tenya x older reader, where reader is a 2nd yeard UA student. Maybe he is a little bit under pressure because he's younger than her classmates and feels like she could have someone better than himself. One day tenya is not well, feels sick or idk, and snaps at her when she tries to take care of him in public, telling her to stop babying him (of course she didnt mean it). Thank you so much! 💙
Ps: I used she for reader but ic can be gn of course!!
Ty! I´m happy you loved it :) Ty for you request and I hope you like it!!
Sorry if it´s a lil short
Pairing: Iida Tenya x reader.
Warnings: None.
Rating: SFW
You were sitting outside getting some fresh air, that morning Tenya woke up with a headache and thankfully you managed to convice him to sleep in. Wich was real hard, he was so set on being a perfect student that not going to class was a big deal for him.
'’Hey you, where´s your boyfriend?''Bakugo asked, his voice agressive without even trying ‘’He didn´t show up’’
''He is sick''you answered, crossing your arms.
Bakugo was bold, respecting people a year older than him (like you) didn´t matter and he left without a response.
Your next class was in a few minutes so you got in school following right after him. Walking down the hallway, people seemed to congregate all in one place, in front of class 1A, you didn´t think much of it until a familiar face stood right in the middle of that crowd, making you speed towards them and shove people away to be in front of your very sick looking boyfriend.
He was barely able to hold his eyes open, dark circles under them and voice coming out muffled because of congestion.
‘‘Tenya’‘you called him, disappointed that he neglected his health ‘‘I hope you are out of bed to go see the nurse’‘
‘‘I´m fine, I took a shower and now I´ll fullfill my chores as a class pressident’‘he responded, trying to look convincing by fixing his posture.
‘‘Please, go to the nurse or rest’‘
‘‘There´s no need’‘
At this point, all of his classmates stood around you in silence watching the scene, not a sound was made.
‘‘This is ridiculous, It´s obvious you feel really sick’‘you let out a frustrated sigh
‘‘Stop it’‘
‘‘Tenya...’‘
‘‘I will go to class now’‘
‘‘But’‘
‘‘I am not a child, stop treating me like one’‘his voice was way louder than usual, so much so that everyone reacted gasping.
You, however, decided to walk away quickly. If he didn´t want to take care of himself then fine, but you weren´t there to be embarrassed for caring about his health.
This all laid on his insecurities, Tenya confided in you before that the fact you were older than him was a struggle because he sometimes felt inferior. Anyway, that wasn´t an excuse to treat you badly.
He rarely raised his voice at you, so today must´ve been the day he chose to be an asshole.
To get distracted, you focused on your studies and trained like always, if Tenya wanted to talk it out, he could whenever he wanted because you certainly weren’t the one doing it.
Dinner time came around, 2nd and 3rd years shared a common room in the dorms, so you sat next to Mirio for a while, noticing how he was visibly trying not to ask why you looked so sad.
‘‘Y/n’‘Tamaki called your name as shy as always ‘‘Your boyfriend is outside’‘
‘‘Thank you for telling me’‘you smiled, not moving off the couch.
‘‘Are you not gonna go see what he wants?’‘as expected, Mirio was pushing to help.
‘‘Do I have to?’‘
‘‘You should’‘
Of course, you ended up putting on your shoes and leaving the building to see your very big boyfriend shivering and sneezing, his eyes watery as soon as you appeared.
Every inch of you fought not to hug him right away.
‘‘I´m sorry’‘he said, adjusting his jacket and avoiding your gaze.
‘‘Okay’‘you responded, sounding cold.
‘‘Please, don´t be mad at me’‘
‘‘Now do not ask for me to do that, you made me look like a complete idiot, caring about you when you don´t even care about yourself’‘
‘‘Sorry’‘
‘‘Just... It felt like you were embarrassed’‘
‘‘I wasn´t, I´m intimidated because some of my classmates tease me a lot saying that you act more like a big sister to me just because I am younger’‘
‘‘We are literally a year apart and I am clearly your girlfriend, that´s stupid’‘
‘‘I know, but then they also say you are with me out of pity’‘
‘’Sure, I do charity work or something, I am with you because I want to, because I like you and think you are handsome, smart, funny and passionate about everything you do’’
Tenya didn´t know what to say, but looked really hurt, and even though his acts were still not justified, you couldn´t stay mad at him.
‘‘Let´s go to my room, It´s cold out here’‘
Without a second thought, he nodded and followed you in, probably conflicted because having people in your room at night was not allowed but happy that you invited him.
‘‘Won´t you get in trouble?’‘he asked when you hanged his coat and led him to your bed.
‘‘Nah, none of the teachers are in today’‘you answered taking off your shoes and laying next to him, putting the covers over both of you.
‘’What are you doing?’‘Tenya blushed, his body stiff when he felt you hugging him tight.
‘‘I am going to sleep next to you and make sure you feel better tomorrow’‘
‘‘But you could get sick too’‘
‘‘I don´t think so’‘ you kissed his cheek lovingly and stroked his chest.
After a few minutes, he finally let himself relax with your touch and closed his eyes, already feeling a lot better than before.
‘‘Y/n?’’you heard him whisper.
‘‘Mhm’‘
‘‘I love you’‘
‘‘I love you too, Tenya’‘
𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 — 𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢
Pairing: Dabi x genderneutral!reader
Warnings: Fluff, this is so domestic and sweet, you might need some tissues in case you start crying.
Summary: After staying over at your place and waking up earlier than you, Dabi decides to make you breakfast.
A/N: This started as a short drabble and evolved into a whole fic because I couldn’t contain myself. Domestic!Dabi just hits different and I just really liked the idea with Dabi attempting to cook for you as a sign of his love. I’m still not really satisfied with it, but I didn’t want to keep this in my drafts any longer.
Word count: 1.584 words
MASTERLIST
Dabi doesn’t remember the last time he stood in a clean kitchen and made breakfast for someone. It leaves him with a strange sense of domesticity as he rummages through endless cabinets and drawers to find a frying pan for some stupid eggs, pushing pots and other kitchen utensils aside with loud clanging to reach what he needs for his experimental cooking.
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— revoked privileges
summary: taking away their cuddling privileges for a month after a fight had happened
warnings: grammatical mistakes may occur, having to reject their cuddle sessions, usage of petnames, slight crack, tiny angst
genre: hurt/comfort, fluff
inc: childe, diluc, albedo, scaramouche, kazuha (separated)
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