𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

fights with him. includes xiao, albedo, kazuha. gn!reader. modern au!. warnings: arguments, err mild angst?. wc: 1,927. semi proof-read.

xiao — [✧]

fights with xiao are uncommon, not rare. contrary to belief, xiao is not the vocal type about his feelings, whether it be of distaste or love.

fighting with xiao is like standing on a tight rope hundreds of meters from the ocean and waiting to fall into the bottomless pits of water just to drown. he is careful around you but you are careful around him.

xiao has never been communicative, choosing to stay silent and never being confrontational. one would say he avoids conflict, choosing to stay in the dark and letting the issue resolve itself—afterwards, he would come out of his shell and act as if it never happened.

and you wonder, has xiao always been this way? or did you make him this way?

"what was that?" are the first words you say after he had pushed you away when he came home, telling you that he was tired and wanted to rest.

you would have let him, really, you knew how stress would wrap itself around xiao's neck. but he has been this way for a week and you're growing tired of trying to cheer him up.

"it's nothing, i'm sorry," he says, a tinge of annoyance evident in his voice as he stands before you. he feels apologetic when he sees the way hurt flashes in your eyes—knows that it will always be because of him and his actions.

"xiao, you've been avoiding me all week, what's wrong?" you question him, hands already reaching up to cup his cheeks. he deflects your actions, stepping backwards as he looks at you with a slight scowl.

"do you always have to be this way?" he snides, crossing his arms as he watches the way your brows knit in hurt, in confusion. "i've just been busy, i'm sorry if i forgot, happy?"

pursing your lips, the only thing you could do is to look directly into xiao. as you stand across from him, thinking if you should leave him be or stand your ground, you don't miss the way annoyance fuels in his eyes.

stand your ground and you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. leave and you would do the same. fighting with xiao has always been painful because you never know what to do, never know if you should chase after him or continue to leave him alone.

"it was still a date, xiao!" you protest, taking a step forward to show that even in the most heated moments between you two, you still care. and you will always care.

"i know," he sighs, "i know and it's my fault, alright? i'm just busy with everything." and it was true, dozens of papers laid strewn on his study table, waiting to be finished; however, it was also true that he had forgotten.

"i can't turn back time, you know that," xiao seethes. he wonders what you want him to do—he was supposed to make it up to you after a week, promising that he'd finish everything before you. "just let it go, please."

you wonder if you really did matter to him anymore. "fine, then let me go too," you're gathering the rest of your things on the counter, not daring to look back at whatever expression was on xiao's face—because you knew, if you saw how nonchalant he looked, you'd be heartbroken all over.

and he's holding your wrist, tugging you towards him; you avoid his gaze, missing the way his eyes flicker from your face to the door. xiao wouldn't allow himself to let you walk out the door without his apology.

"you can leave... if you want," he mutters, "i'm sorry. i know, i was in the wrong. i didn't mean for it to come out like that."

"do you even still care? about me? about us?" it's all you can ask, hoping that he says no. hoping that he says no so you can leave with no regrets because god if he says yes then you will leave with a heavy heart.

xiao tightens his grip on your wrist, nodding as fast as he can, swallowing the lump in his throat as he answers, "of course i do."

even when he says yes, you still tug your wrist from his grasp, gazing at him for a moment—and xiao swears his heart breaks—before you back away from him to leave.

albedo —[✧]

fights with him are rare. the percentage of an argument with him is around 4.5%, but still, a little number always has a chance. rare yet not impossible.

and should you ever fight with him, albedo is quiet and composed. the high and mighty albedo shows not a speck of emotion on his face as he works through his table, gathering whatever is left of the experiment he was working on—at least what he could save from it.

albedo has always been poised, he is self-assured and organised, never making a mistake—sometimes he wonders if he was wrong about you. he is poised and you have always hated it about him.

the nonchalant look on his face makes your insides turmoil; will it always be like this? albedo rarely gets furious, instead understands the situation and tries to make do of what he can. at least what he does with his experiments.

“if you’re just going to stand there and do nothing, i suggest you take your leave,” albedo murmurs from his spot, fingers picking up pieces of glass, gingerly setting them on a tray.

cold—his voice is cold. albedo does not spare you a glance at all, instead, he brushes over his table and inspects every inch as if it was hurt. were you not hurt as well? the redness on your fingers was evident, and tips were scratched from the failed experiment; however, past that, your chest tightens as you try to speak.

for once, you wonder, did it matter to him more that his experiment had failed? not that you had gotten hurt in the process of ‘helping’ him?

“and you’re just going to ignore me?” you jab at him. you’re trying to look through his words, the only sixteen words he had spoken after the failure of an experiment, trying to find a sign that he wants you to say. something, anything.

you don’t find one hint at all, and you think twice if you should do as he says. fights with albedo are rare and you know it will pass just like each one has—did it all just pass? no, will he let this one pass

since you have done so many mistakes that he cannot overlook anymore, will this be the time he abandons you once and for all? 

“i should have thought before i let you join me in any of my research,” albedo spits out. “had i known you would have been nothing but a burden i wouldn’t have let you join me with your idiocy.”

 and so, everything that you had built up between you two crashes. he didn’t care like you thought—not when he’s staring at you like you’re the biggest irritant in the world that he has to face the moment he wakes up in the morning,

but it also sinks inside albedo that his words were uncalled for.

“sorry,” albedo repeats, again and again, his body already moving towards you and hands reaching out to touch you. like a broken record, each sorry is faster than the last; hoping that it would make the tears that wanted release to stay in your eyes.

because god, albedo hates it when you cry, hates it more when it’s because of him. instead, you push him away, looking at him with the most hurt of eyes that he’s ever seen in his life. albedo has chosen his stand and it will not change your decision.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers.

for once, albedo prays to the gods, watching as you leave him all alone in his study—just like he has always been. alone and in the dark all over again.

kazuha — [✧]

some would say fights with kazuha are impossible. he is polite and well-spoken, always knowing what words to say to comfort someone in need, and always a firm believer that conflict can be resolved with communication.

you, for one, believed otherwise. communication was not something you dealt with, in fact, you hated having to deal with confrontation more than anything. kazuha was the one who initiated peace at most times, sometimes you when you know you are in the wrong.

as someone who holds his relationships in very high regard, kazuha is gentle with you and his words whenever you argue. as someone he is fond of, kazuha holds you dear to his heart.

so imagine his surprise when you two get home from a small gathering, a frown on your face as you set down most of your things and tell him you don't like one of his friends.

"i don't like the way he talks to you," is what you tell him, and kazuha stares at you, pondering on what to say.

"i admit he's rather blunt," he discloses. never knowing your reasons was difficult and kazuha feels that he may have to pry it out of you.

"no, he's out of the line. i don't like him," you snap, "he was being pissy the whole night—and don't you notice the way he talks to you?"

while kazuha holds you in high regard, he does the same with his friends. while he cannot understand where you are coming from, kazuha believes you may have seen his friend from a different perspective.

"he talks like that with everyone," he answers, this time with a tinge of annoyance. you've met that certain friend three times, and kazuha has known him for two years, it's impossible for you to see right through him immediately.

you turn to look up at him, glaring slightly, "kazuha, you know, sometimes you're being too nice that you can't even see that people are using you! i'm just telling you the truth about him!"

"and i told you he's not like you think he is!" he raises his voice slightly. he watches as you turn away from him, crossing your arms as you click your tongue in annoyance.

"god, kazuha, can't you see that some people are just not as nice as you?" you scoff, "i understand that you're-"

"you don't understand," he speaks up. "you never did and you still don't. they're my friends and you're telling me he speaks to me out of line? i would know, i'm his friend!"

"and i'm telling you that he was being a dick to you and you can't notice it!" you snap, tears springing to your eyes as you feel your chest tighten.

fighting with kazuha was always something you hated because for once, you don't know how to answer him. and as you stand before him, trying to make sense of what you felt, nothing right wants to come out.

"because you're being crazy about it!" kazuha retorts, crossing his arms before he lets out a sigh. "let's...let's talk it over, i don't want to argue with you over this."

as you hold back your tears, kazuha reaches out to wrap you in his arms, hand on the back of your head.

kazuha supposes that maybe this time, he should listen to you. he just hopes that you forgive him—because you're pushing him away in tears.

NOTES ok so i said i wanted more fluff on my blog buttttt yayy i didn't think this one was too angsty so :p this one was rotting in my drafts, i decided to post this just before i update tomorrow hehe

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i don’t see any difference

When you died, his world collapsed, it felt like it lost color and his life suddenly held no meaning, living suddenly felt pointless, useless. What was the point of being alive now that you're gone?

You were his motivation, his life line, his home, Where will he return? Who else would understand him, and never judge him? Who else would be willing to love him for him? You were his pillar and he was yours, you were his everything. So what is he suppose to do now? He can't bring himself to even think about replacing you, no he will never love anyone the way he loves you, no one can even compare to you.

"It's time to move on from them, they're in a better place now" Someone attempts to console him, and with the way they had worded it as if you were easy to replace, as if you were easy to forget had his blood boiling

"Don't fucking tell me they're in a better place when they belong here with me."

Who I think could fit this: Diluc, Ayato, Kaeya, Childe, Scaramouche, Dottore, Pantalone, Capitano

Genshin Volleyball Dream Team [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] Introduction Headcanons

Notes: Guess who started watching Haikyuu! FML As if I didn’t have enough things to do I decided to fall in love with like 5 different volleyball teams with an average of 10 players. 

I couldn’t get it out of my head. I’m sorry.

Scenario: What if the Genshin boys were a volleyball team?

In the next part: How would it be working as their manager? What if someone hits on you? What if some girl fans bully you? Also, how would it be to date a Genshin volleyball superstar?

Other works in the Volleyball Team AU Series: Click Here

If you’re not familiar with volleyball (or Haikyuu) here’s a link explaining what each position in the team does.

Keep reading

catastrophe ( kaedehara k. )

synopsis. you were a college freshman who just moved into your dormitory. as it happens, you accidentally caught sight of your not-so-slick neighbor from the room across yours snuck in a cat. being the good person that you are, you didn't confront him nor did you snitch on him. well, that was until you got the chance to use that information against him. not so good anymore, are we?

pairing. kazuha x f!reader

genre. fluff. slight angst. college!smau.

status. in progress.

note. i've always wanted to make a genshin smau, but i just didn't have any inspiration (nor motivation) to do so. but as i lay on my bed trying to sleep, somehow, a light bulb pops above my head. i slept at 2 AM that night. so, if you guys enjoy this, hit that reblog button!

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STRAIGHT As — INAZUMAN + BEIDOU

01. TO BE DETERMINED...

me when

me when people make fanart of shinichiro, mikey and emma together and write 'sano siblings <3' in the caption but izana isnt there

way back home.

AAAAAH THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!!!!!!!! But it’s done!!!!!!!!! ngl I started thinking about my grandmas when I was painting Yumie n started tearing up a lil :’) 💚💙💚💙

- See you in my 100th life.

Scaramouche x reincarnated!Reader (2nd person)

loosely based on the webtoon see you in my 19th life

word count: 1.3k

content: your first meeting with the balladeer was one you'd remember forever. no matter how many centuries pass and life's you live. fluff ; friends to lovers ; enemies (?) to lovers ; eventual smut (will be tagged accordingly) ; blood

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status. ongoing // chapter II

a.n. ah, something about being so in love with scaramouche that you pursue him in every reincarnation just makes me feel alive. xoxo sophie

CHAPTER I — first meeting/goodbye.

You still remember your first meeting with Scaramouche… or even better, Kunikuzushi— wait, no. He was still nameless at that time.

His long dark hair cascaded down his shoulders, bangs framing perfectly his face. He had a timid look in his amethyst eyes, almost afraid, staring up at you as you approached him.

"Are you hurt?" You asked, reaching for him.

The boy instinctively crawled away from you. While your frame was smaller than his, he was still wary about physical contact, yet, he longed for it as well. It was cold and pouring after all.

"My house is not far, I can carry you there if you need!" You removed the haori that covered your shoulders and wrapped around his head. The boy looked like he needed it more than you, especially since he was wearing only a thin kimono.

You didn’t know this, but your actions made his heart race and face go numb. It's been a day since he was abandoned by his creator, and any act of kindness felt like a blessing from the Archons. For the first time since your brief encounter, the boy looked into your eyes and he felt the oxygen leave his lungs.

You were the most beautiful creature he has ever seen.

The trip back to your house was calm and quiet, the only thing heard was the pouring rain and distant thundering. You tried your best to talk to the boy, but he did not utter a word and only nodded or shook his head at your questions.

Your house was a shack compared to his creator's, but your mother's cooking warmed the place up and made the boy feel right at home. Your mother sent you two to bath as she prepared everything, and once you and your new friend were both in warmer clothes, she served the rice cake soup she was preparing earlier.

"Mom's cooking is the best! She's a chef in the city's inn." You boasted, bringing a spoonful of soup to your lips. "Eat! Your feel better." He didn't take long to imitate your actions and eat the meal set in front of him, and just like a baby, once he got a taste he couldn't help but gulp it down faster, almost choking in the process.

Soon, you and your mother realized the boy didn't have a name, but she was quick to suggest one.

"What about Kunihiro?" Your mother suggested, brushing his hair to get rid of the knots which formed during the bath. "That was my big brother's name."

"Kuni..hiro?" The boy repeated.

Your eyes sparkled and you held onto his hands. "Yes! That's perfect!" You sat closer to him and once again his face grew hot at the proximity. "We'll be friends from now on okay?"

For the first time since he abandoned, Kunihiro smiled.

He wasn't alone anymore.

Time went by flying, and soon "Kuni" got used to living with your family. Well, your mom. Your dad passed even before you were born and now she's your only family and supporter. A strong woman who works as a chef at the small inn in town. They don't pay well, but it's enough for the three of you.

It's been a couple of years since your first meeting and Kunihiro was your best friend and basically family… even if sometimes you felt your heart beat faster when he got too close or when he helped you carry heavy bags. But how could you not fall for your best friend? With his long hair and purple eyes to match, he was basically perfect. His porcelain skin looked doll-like, the expensive kind you never had the chance nor funds to buy. And his eyes? Those were your favorite part of him, especially now that he allowed you to put on red eyeshadow on him to really make them pop out. It started as a joke, but once you were done, he looked so breathtaking you decided to turn it into a routine.

So, you spent a long time just staring at him, taking in his beauty. Sometimes he'd cry in his sleep, call out for his "creator", who you assumed was his mother, even though he refused to call her such a name. During those nights you'd hug him close, and while he pretended to sleep, you knew he was awake from the way he'd wrap his arms around you too.

"C'mon Kuni! If you don't walk faster I'll leave you behind." You called out for Kuni as you ran, a basket full of herbs on your back. You and Kuni would go into the forest to look for medicinal herbs to sell in town later. The sun had set long ago and it was raining again, just like the day you first met.

"Don't run or you'll fall!" Kunihiro sighed, holding your hand and quickly averting his gaze. "Also, there have been rumors in town about the strange wolves attacking, we have to be extra careful."

Ah yes, the flying thunder wolves. Even with the Shogun doing her best to slaughter them all, the attacks haven't ceased yet. Dozens died already, but luckily your house was far from the city, and they haven't been spotted in the area yet.

You nodded, holding firmly onto his hand. "So… what are you doing for dinner?"

Your mom caught a cold, so while she was the one doing the cooking around the house, you and Kuni were the ones in charge of it until she got better. You'd be lying if you said you weren't worried for her well-being. Your mother was never the healthiest woman around, but you tried your best to not look down next to her.

"Uhm, I was thinking about grilled unagi with rice." Kuni answered, turning around to face you and quickly flicking your forehead. "And don't look so worried, auntie is too strong to let a cold bring her down." He smiled, bending down so he could place his lips on the place he just flicked.

"D-don't hurt me if you're just going to kiss it better right after." You muttered, trying to keep your cool. It wasn't easy when he was so close, with his hand holding your cheek.

"You know I can't really hurt you for long." He giggled. "Seriously, it'll be alright."

"Thank you Kunihiro." You whispered, allowing yourself to lean into his chest.

You two remained like that for a while, until Kuni pushed you away. Startled, you looked up at him, but his eyes were looking in the direction of your house. "Something's up, we have to go."

Blood. That's all you remember.

First, all over your mother's room. And now, all over yourself too.

It was the wolves, they found your house and attacked your mother, and when you and Kuni got closer, another attacked you. Your best friend was able to fight it off, you don't really know how. All you remember is a bright purple flash, and then you were in his arms, bleeding out it seems.

"H-hey, don't cry Kuni." You called out, holding his face. "We'll meet again soon, I know it—" You coughed up blood, accidentally splattering some of it on his face. You wanted to apologize, but he stopped you before you could. "Can, I ask you one last thing before I go?"

Kuni nodded, tears still falling from his eyes, even though he was unable to say anything without choking on his words.

"Can I get a kiss?"

And just like that, he did as you asked, feeling your life slip away as his lips lay on yours.

The last thing you hear is his wailing, before slipping into darkness.

"Uh— Where am I?"