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my first kiss went a little like this.

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# — pairings: albedo x reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, albedo, kaeya

# — summary: someone tell albedo that first kisses are supposed to be a little more romantic.

# — warnings: n/a

# — tags: drabble format, fluff, first kiss with albedo

# — notes: it's almost 1 am and i've got a crush on a genshin boy. as always, reblogs and reactions are greatly appreciated, and i hope you guys enjoy!

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unsurprisingly, the first time albedo kissed you, it was for research purposes.

the two of you are alone in his lab in mondstadt, and you're standing beside him, examining his notes while he waits for you to give your opinion. you may not be an alchemist, but albedo knows the benefits of having an outside opinion. of course, when sucrose returns from her trip, he'll have her give her educated opinion as well. you're silent as you read the notes closely, trying to make sense of every line. albedo's pleased that you're so invested in this, but... something’s bothering him.

you're bothering him, actually. not your presence, no, but your lips.

lately, albedo's been distracted by you. he's not sure when it started or why, but these days, he's been sensitive to your mannerisms. he's always been attentive to details -- he has to be, otherwise he'd probably have singed off his eyebrows (or worse) by now -- but he's never been that way towards anyone other than klee before.

for example: a few weeks ago, albedo noticed that you had a tendency to bite your lip whenever you were deep in thought. that was one of the many things you did whenever you were thinking hard, actually; he noticed that you would sometimes chew on the inside of your bottom lip or cover your mouth with a hand whilst humming.

he also noticed that whenever you finished laughing at something, you had very faint laugh lines around your mouth; an indication that you must have been incredibly amused.

and, when you two got lunch together per your suggestion, you had a habit of licking the corners of your lips in quick succession -- likely a method of ensuring that there was nothing lingering there.

thinking himself strange for paying such close attention to that, he took it upon himself to do a little bit of research.

...it didn't take long for him to realize that the common denominator was your lips. the issue now was what he was supposed to do with that information.

fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it), albedo ran into kaeya during his studies and explained the problem. the cavalry captain had the time of his life laughing at a bewildered albedo's expense.

"i'm not sure what's so comical about my research." albedo said. he isn't the type to get offended very easily under normal circumstances, but listening to kaeya crack up after hearing about his recent project was starting to make his hackles rise.

kaeya wiped a tear from his eye as he caught his breath. "albedo, you've got to be one of the most interesting people i have ever met." he finally said. he sighed, his lips still upturned in a smile. "why are you telling me this, anyhow?"

"i believe i've told you why already, cavalry captain. i just wanted your input, but i'm considering retracting my request."

"ah, ever the professional, this one is," kaeya chuckled. "you want to know what i think? i think you're attracted to them."

albedo blinked. kaeya snorted. "attracted to them? i don't see why i would be. this just suddenly started, so i..."

his sentence went unfinished as he turned over the idea in his head. attraction? albedo hasn't felt attraction outside of a platonic sense for anyone besides the traveler, and even then, there was still a line of friendship that he had yet to cross with them. and surely, kaeya was referring to romantic attraction, wasn't he? but why? he had no experience with it, so--

kaeya sighed, interrupting the alchemist's thoughts. "i can hear what you're thinking. you must be wondering why, right? well, don't. just let yourself feel it, and stop treating it like it's alchemy." an emotion albedo couldn't place flickered in kaeya's eye and his smile softened into something less mocking. "you can't always explain away relationships, albedo."

lost for words, albedo nodded. perhaps he would have to take that under consideration.

while albedo understood that kaeya may have been right about relationships, it wasn't all that easy to give up his natural approach to experiences. he decided to continue his research for a little while longer, keeping in mind the words of the cavalry captain. finally, he came to one conclusion:

he needs to kiss you.

if he covered your lips with his own and stamped out the flames of curiosity that only grew hotter by the day, then maybe, just maybe, he would be able to get on with his life.

so, when you finally finish reading the notes, albedo has a hard time focusing on your feedback.

"i think you're a bit too detail-oriented, albedo," you say, your forehead creasing as you skim the paper again. "maybe you should zoom out first since it seems like you've hit a bit of a snag."

"is that so?" albedo replies half-heartedly, his eyes never leaving your lips. it's almost mesmerizing. "is there anything else?"

you look from the paper and see albedo looking at you but you can't shake the feeling that he's somehow looking elsewhere. his eyes are on your face, but lower than they should be. your body temperature skyrockets when it dawns on you that his eyes are on your lips. you silently hope that he hasn't noticed your sudden nervousness, but you see him raise his eyebrows.

"is something wrong?" albedo asks, his bright teal eyes meeting yours. "you've stopped speaking."

you avert your eyes. it's true that albedo was already looking your way, but you feel like you're being observed, and not even in a scientific sense. something about the way albedo's eyelids lowered while he was looking at your lips was making your mind race. d

does he know how intimate of a look that is? albedo isn't one for doing things without purpose; the very idea that he was staring at your lips with intent makes you flush. this would be so much less embarrassing if you didn't harbor feelings for him. maybe you were just delusional; he wouldn't kiss you, right? he wouldn't kiss anybody! albedo's not a kisser, that's just not his style, so--

"you still haven't replied," albedo speaks again, breaking you away from your thoughts. he tilts his head and you suddenly realize that he's closer than he was before. again, his gaze jumps from your lips back up. "are you sure you're--"

"sorry, i think i must've stepped forward while i was reading." you chuckle shyly. this kind of pressure isn't good for your heart -- not in the slightest. you take a step back to gain some distance, but albedo follows you, taking a step forward. "um..."

"there's something i'd like to try with you, if you'd allow me." albedo takes your chin between gloved fingers. your entire body locks up. "i'm afraid it will require you to relax."

archons, he's so observant, it's almost unsettling. your tongue swipes over your bottom lip quickly and you see albedo follow the movement. this is the exact position of people who are about to kiss, but you take a shaky breath, still trying to convince yourself that that's not what albedo's trying to do.

albedo brushes his thumb over your mouth. "relax."

you shiver. "i-i'm afraid it's not that easy. you're behaving like you're going to kiss me. did you know that?"

the alchemist hums in what seems to be approval. "how astute of you. that was my plan, actually."

...what.

"you were planning to--"

"kiss you, yes. may i?"

it's a miracle you haven't passed out yet. you run through your options at lightspeed.

on one hand, you could say 'yes' and get to kiss albedo. he's probably doing this for a project, but being his lab rat doesn't sound too bad right about now.

on the other hand, if you do kiss him and it really is just for a project, then you'd have kissed the man you've been head over heels for and receive nothing in return. you two would have to proceed as though nothing ever happened, and honestly, you'd probably just leave mondstadt to avoid ever having to see him again.

you make your decision fairly quickly. "you may," you whisper. kissing albedo is a once in a lifetime experience, you figure, so you may as well do it once before you die. albedo inches closer until your breaths are intermingling. you want nothing more than to stop breathing and live in the moment, but you're pretty sure that would ruin it, actually.

albedo finally tilts his head slightly and closes the gap between you two and... you're kissing.

you're kissing the chief alchemist of the knights of favonius.

it's a very gentle press of lips that doesn't last very long, but it's enough to send your soul to celestia and back. you're the first to pull away after a few seconds; you didn't want to, but any longer, and you probably would have tried to deepen it. albedo's fingers haven't left your chin, but when you get a better look at his face, you see him start to frown. "was... that okay?" you ask, breathless.

albedo presses his lips together as though he was trying to commit the feeling of yours to memory. "again," he says. it doesn't sound like a question. he must notice, because he rephrases it. "can we try that again? longer this time; i'm a little unsure on something."

you weren't going to make it out of this lab alive.

"unsure on what, exactly?" you ask. really, you just want some peace of mind. "i-i'm sure there's an obscure book about kissing in the library somewhere."

albedo's reply is immediate. "no." his frown deepens, but he looks almost.. disappointed that you would say that. maybe you're just imagining things. "no, i would much rather do this with you."

you say a silent prayer:

if there are any archons who can hear me, thank you.

you nod stiffly. "uh, sure, i guess. what do you want to try then?"

albedo seems relieved by your response. "i've come across people who tend to move their lips while kissing. should we try a deeper kiss, then?

a giggle stumbles out of you. this is going to be one hell of a story to tell someday. you apologize right away, explaining that people don't usually express their desire to kiss someone like this.

albedo nods. "i see. next time, i won't ask, then."

"next time?"

no response. instead, albedo kisses you again, taking you by surprise. for someone who's never kissed anyone before, he sure does know how to start. you sigh into the kiss unknowingly and feel albedo's fingers twitch. you slowly work him into it, moving your hands to rest gently around his neck to get him more comfortable.

he pulls away. before he can ask his question, you decide to take the liberty of adjusting your position. you take his hands and put them on your waist. "it's a more intimate way of sharing kisses," you explain. "but if you really want to learn, you have to follow my lead."

for some reason, albedo's eyes flash with what you think is irritation. "have you done this before with someone else?"

"yes?"

"interesting." he doesn't interested at all. "again."

you don't question him and do as he says. in the moments that follow, you affirm your belief that albedo is a very fast learner.

maybe too fast, actually.

somehow, he's taken control of the kiss from you, speeding up and slowing down the pace seemingly just to mess with you. you don't fight it for a while, content with the way your lips seem to fit together perfectly. you tried to pull away to tell him off, but he held you in place, grazing his teeth on your lip to keep you going.

it was almost as if he was starting to enjoy himself.

"albedo," you call his name and your voice comes out breathier than you intended, "albedo, gimme a second, i need--"

the alchemist pulls away and drops his head on your shoulder. the two of you are a little short of breath, but you don't have it in you to complain. your lips are tingling. "i should have stopped sooner," you say, tapping his shoulder. "are you alright?"

albedo doesn't say anything. he's breathing fine, but he's just not replying.

"albedo?"

"i think," he finally says, straightening himself out, "we need to take a break."

"a break?" you parrot back. "but that would mean you want to--"

he wants more. you flush again and take a few steps back. the more distance between you two, the better. you don't want to be too hasty. "yeah, sure, that's fine, of course!" you blabber. "do you know how much more you want, though?"

albedo sits in a chair a little ways away. his fingers are hovering over his own mouth and he glances at you, his eyes gleaming.

"as much as it takes to satisfy me, i suppose."

✧ it's very very late at night, so the ending is rushed and messy, but i do hope you'll let me know if you enjoyed it!

you’re not sure why your friend dislikes thoma.

especially when he has the energy of a hyperactive golden retriever, always smiling and waving at you and never failing to remember your name, even if he’s with his buddies. especially after he asks if you want to be his partner for a group project when he somehow seems to realize that you don’t know anyone else in the fifteen-person seminar.

with his unfaltering kindness, and those excited, emerald eyes, it’s hard not to like him.

but maybe your friend doesn’t agree with you because thoma is their “annoying roommate always nagging me to clean!”

more specifically, thoma’s their older brother.

which means he’s off limits. or he should be.

but that invisible line seems to blur with each passing minute you spend time with him, every second with him meaning one less second being spent with your closest friend on campus. and when you start to visit their shared place not because of your best friend but because of their sibling, you can’t help but wonder if this imaginary boundary should exist itself.

to prevent such dangerous thoughts from taking over your brain, you swear to stop whatever was happening as soon as the project ended.

but how can you say no to those eager eyes begging you to see a horror movie with him? (or rather, watch multiple movies to the point that you two would be snoring on his bed, your head resting on his shoulder.)

how can you say no to one of the greatest chefs you know, who always asks you first to try a new meal he cooked?

and how can you reject the dork’s offer to come over and play a ridiculous game involving the misuse of hotpot?

(not to mention you still need to return that hoodie he lent you, your cheeks warming when you remember his light teasing that you look better in it than he does.)

but somehow you do stop yourself, exerting an extreme amount of self-restraint you didn’t even know you possessed when he asks if you want to come inside after a night out. you somehow stop your tongue from instantly uttering the singular, resounding “yes,” somehow restrict your jittery hand aching to close the distance between your fingers and his.

yet you can’t control your eyes that wander to his mouth. can’t prevent the way your breath hitches as he gets closer, his musky scent all-consuming until your senses are overwhelmed by the soft lips that press upon yours.

no, you truly can’t fathom why your friend would dislike thoma.

but you can certainly understand why they would despise you, feeling doused with an icy bucket of dread when you hear the front door sharply click—

—and can only imagine what it must feel like for someone to see their older brother kissing their best friend.

love / toge inumaki x f!reader

“I feel safe with you. I always have.” / prompt list

warnings: fluff, use of cursed speech

word count: 959

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genshin boys react to someone pursuing you 1

pairing fem!reader x diluc, childe, xiao / part 2 here

genre fluff, angst, jealousy

warnings some suggestive lines, possessiveness / yandere personalities, a little aggression, stalking on the pursuer's part, minor swearing

note if you'd like similar hc's for zhongli, kaeya, albedo, or anyone else (refer to my character list) feel free to request!

synopsis an unwanted someone persistently continues their advances on you despite you clearly rejecting them and stating you aren't interested... let's see what the genshin boys end up doing >:)

diluc

always stoic and composed, and almost never lets emotion show on his face. or at least hides it enough so no one (except you) notices

diluc is often busy with work and tonight, he's taking a shift at the tavern- you decide to pay him a visit, after all, it's friday night and you'd probably be spending time with him if he wasn't here

he's pretty occupied while you're there, but he still flashes you that smile that's reserved for you, and only you. and plus, you're sitting at the bar and he's always looking out for you, but he knows he doesn't have to worry too much

that's until his brother walks in. ahem, cavalry captain kaeya

the smoothest talker in town walks straight over to you. he practically ignores his diluc's existence as he flirts, asking if he can buy you a drink or two

he's fine with kaeya's antics and doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of reacting. that's until his brother begins to touch you. tucking your hair behind your ear, gently slapping your hand as he laughs at your jokes, touching your thigh with a compliment slipping from his lips

god, he can't handle seeing another man's hands on your skin

diluc's trying not to look at you and kaeya too often... but then he's pouring a drink for a customer and he lets it overflow-

"uhm, master diluc?" "...shit."

he just really wants to take you home now. he'll have his hands all over you later

inside, diluc feels the anger and resentment boiling inside his stomach, but all he does is shoot kaeya a dirty look, but he's too busy flirting with you to notice

"ah, sweetheart, and i assume you're well acquainted with master diluc?"

sweetheart.

diluc scowls at the cute little pet name kaeya just loves to call you. he feels like slapping his brother across the face, but he knows that won't get him anywhere.

so before you can respond to the question, he interjects.

"being in a relationship, i'd say we're very well acquainted indeed, kaeya."

you can hear the stiff rage seeping through his voice as he glares daggers at the man sitting next to you.

"ah-"

before kaeya can finish his snarky, passive aggressive sentence, diluc's grabbed your wrist and leaned over the bar counter to press a rough, but warm kiss to your lips. he lingers a little longer than he usually would, especially in public, and in front of all these customers at the tavern- before letting his palm slide down the curves of your face as he stares into your eyes. he doesn't even give his brother a second glance.

before you know it, the stool beside you is empty after a forced chuckle, and a sudden blush is spreading across your face.

"d-diluc?"

"yes, dear?"

you still don't know how he manages to keep a straight face.

childe

oh boy, childe is already way too eager to fight. so a guy making advances on you when you've clearly said no? he probably would've murdered him beat him up already if it wasn't for you literally holding him back

shows ALL his emotions on his face and is terrible at hiding it, unlike diluc. he's literally a child, but you just can't resist those endearing blue eyes when he's acting all clingy, you find it adorable

"you sure you don't want me to fight him? c'mon darling, it'll be fun!"

no doubt will get jealous when he sees another guy with his eyes on you. after all, you're his and his only; no one else should be able to touch you or admire you

you immediately regret it when you tell childe about the guy who's been flirting with you every time you visit. you can see the anger flash on his features before an aggressively mischievous glint appears in his eyes

cue slightly yandere childe

he insists to follow you literally everywhere (when he's not running some mission for the tsaritsa), making sure that no creeps land a finger... or their gazes... on you

you're at the store with childe one evening. he's gone to buy a snack for you both while you continue shopping

in a mirror you can see the man who's been constantly pushing you to go on a date with him walk quickly towards you

when childe walks back into the store, he can immediately sense the insistence laced in your words and your annoyance radiating off you

he saunters up behind the guy, placing a firm grip on his shoulder. your boyfriend is taller than most, and he makes people cower underneath his looming stare

his typically cheerful grin turns cold in an instant, it almost scares you too

after he's successfully scared the living hell out of the guy, he acts all jealous and cute, whining and pestering you about why you wouldn't let him fight

"oh? and who might you be?"

childe's eyes narrow in suspicion at the man standing in front of you, who now drops his hand from its initial spot on your shoulder. his blue hues turn icy cold, and without looking at him you can already feel his anger rising up inside.

"don't know how to take no from a lady?"

"i-" the man can't even respond with a single word, let alone a sentence before your boyfriend has pushed him into a corner and pinned the fabric of his shirt against the wall. there's no hesitation in his voice as threats spill from his lips.

childe snakes his free arm around your waist a little more tightly than usual, pulling you close to his chest and then unapologetically pressing a kiss to your lips, watching the figure below him squirm.

"you lay a finger on her, and you're dead."

you know he means it.

xiao

even when you're not physically together, xiao's always watching over you and ready to protect you if you ever need it

you often take commissions during the day only to return home by foot when the sun has already set and it's dark out, and knowing the dangers that may lurk on the path back to wangshu inn, xiao will be on high alert; sometimes even teleporting to a high cliff just so he can see your surroundings and have peace of mind

he notices this particular figure who is almost always trailing not far behind when you're walking home after dusk. at first he brushes it off as a coincidence, he's just too anxious because it's you, but after a week or so he knows this guy can't be just behind you every night by pure chance

one night when you return to wangshu inn, you complain to xiao that you feel like someone's following you but you can't see anyone when you turn around

xiao purses his lips into a slight pout, before repeating those words you always hear him say. "hmm... well if you are ever in danger, call out my name." he hates this feeling of knowing someone else is trying to be close to you, and making you so uncomfortable in the process

but you just smile knowing he will always be there to protect you, regardless

the next night, you feel that same presence once again, and at your call xiao is immediately by your side

he doesn't waste any time, giving the guy an abrupt lecture about how he isn't respecting the ways of the adepti. the guy probably starts worshipping xiao in fear because few mortals actually ever meet the guardian yaksha

you can hear xiao give his usual scoff. "stupid mortal. now leave." he feels like stabbing the guy right through with his spear but he knows he's only meant to kill monsters with his weapon

ah, finally, he has you to himself now

the air around you seems frighteningly still as you pick up your pace. you're waking through dihua marsh, but you can feel a presence behind you. there's the occasional crunching of leaves or the snap of a twig. this feeling is familiar- and not in a good way. you can't actually see anyone or anything near you. maybe it's because it's dark out, or maybe because someone's hiding in the trees.

ugh, maybe i'm just paranoid. there's probably nothing here. i've been hearing these noises every day for a week now, and nothing's happened to me yet.

but you recall xiao's words from the night before, and the way he seemed to be hiding something that he knew when you told him about your fears. though it seems silly, calling him when there's no apparent danger, you decide you'd feel safer with him by your side anyways.

"xiao."

as soon as his name falls from your lips, you feel the intimate whisper of the wind swirl around your form, and he is next to you in an instant. staring into his warm amber eyes, you let this sudden wave of relief and comfort wash over you.

"i'm right here."

I like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it

A/N: I’m tired and Im stressed and when someone is tired and stressed, they make stupid decisions… like wanting to write for fandoms and characters I don’t usually write for

Pairing: Xiao x reader (reader = traveler ≠ aether/lumine)

Description: The mundane but precious comfort of a warm bed had never tempted him, until his bed was not so empty while he was away anymore.

Word count: 1835

Yakshas did not need sleep, or rather, they were not really given the luxury to make it a necessity.

It was not that evil spirits only come out after the sun was down. People tend to have the misconception that ghouls and all things vile could only haunt you when it was dark but that was simply not true. Anger and wrath did not know the difference between day and night, what was left of ancient demons now wandered through the meadows and creeping closer to where their preys were. The world was not the same as it was before. The lights burnt brighter and even at night, there would not be an inch where darkness could swallow you whole unless you leave the city. Still, the general consensus among the masses seemed to be that demons were the most furious when it was dark out.

The only reason why he chose to pick his battles at night was to make sure not one innocent soul had to walk in on the karma-ridden Conqueror of Demons.

The adeptus, who appeared to be young but was not exactly, had never had any words of complaint about what simply must be done. The wind always howled the loudest at night, the currents stirring in the air as another spirit vanished with a slash of his polearm. And as pained screeches of dying remnants of dead gods faded into the air, poisoned words of his past rang in his ear. Demons were smart, they knew how to pick at the strings that could make you crumble, that was how they stir up chaos even though there was nothing more than a fragment left of their physical state in the world. 

Screams and devoured dreams weighted on his shoulder together with the karma that ripped his skin apart but he stayed put, until the sun came up again and his job was over, at least until night comes once more.

He had been living like this for over a millennium. Day after day, year after year. Even when the people he was protecting put off their work to rejoice over each festivity in their calendars, he was still away from the lights and carrying on with what he had been doing every night. 

The mundane but precious comfort of a warm bed had never tempted him, until his bed was not so empty while he was away anymore.

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you, yourself (diluc)

pairing - diluc ragnvindr x gender neutral reader

word count - 2552

genre - angst with comfort

format - fic

warnings - changing yourself for the sake of others, crying, one sided discourse

summary - after a long day of work and fueled by exhaustion, diluc impulsively says some things he doesn't mean to you, his lover, and is confused when the next day you aren't acting like yourself and more like him.

a/n - yeah this is heavy. changing yourself to please others really sucks. additional note, the reader is a bit stylized for plot purposes meaning they have a bit of a personality to them but i still hope it makes for a good angsty experience. there'll be more of this topic with the other characters i write for which is why diluc's name is in brackets :)

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if master diluc were to embody wispy shadows and the darkness of night, you were a basket of sunshine and embodied warm, fuzzy bumble bees.

diluc himself wasn't exactly sure how he'd managed to fall at your feet, heart on his sleeve instead of locked away behind his chest. for someone who lives in the dark, you were the end of the tunnel, his bright light. he'd managed to stumble his way into love and yet you welcomed him with open arms, took his hands and said "we'll do it together."

you were no different, always the bubbly and cheerful one you'd found yourself at a loss for words when one day you realized the elusive and mysterious master diluc had captured your heart. in a way his liking to the shadows and quiet demeanor drew you in not unlike a moth to a flame.

you weren't total opposites though, after all a relationship needs to have some middle ground. you both loved chess, private time, and a good book in the early moments of evening when the crickets in the bushes that surrounded dawn winery had yet to come out.

a bit of an "oddball couple" (as kaeya affectionately referred to the pair of you), it wasn't uncommon for many locals to see your hand intertwined with the wine tycoon's as you walked towards angel's share—you rambling on about a pretty butterfly or the like you'd seen during your commissions today, while diluc simply nodded and listened along with a loving smile on his face.

diluc at first was hesitant to reach out to someone so luminous like yourself. where you thrived in light he lurked in shadows and he wasn't all that sure that his affections would manifest into anything meaningful. he can still fondly recall your comment on his perception: "to hell with opposites! i like you, you like me, that's all that matters!" you had said with the biggest grin you had to offer.

and you were right, despite your differences the only fact that mattered was that you loved each other. you both believed so at least.

but as of late, diluc's patience had been running thin. the lack of sleep combined with hours upon hours of work both for his business and for the protection of mondstat left him weary and lethargic. by the end of the week he felt little more than a shell of a man.

today, he'd woken up with a glorious three hours of sleep to his name, left in a hurry without the breakfast you carefully prepared (to which he deeply apologized with a kiss on your cheek), sat through countless boring meetings, and sifted through mountains of transportation and quality check documents.

by the time he was to bartend at angel's share for the night, the exhaustion was visible on his sullen face. the shot glasses in his palms felt as heavy as lead, and though drink orders came in through one end of his ear, they always exited out the other side like the faintest of winds. and something else brewed quietly within the confinements of his mind: anger fueled by exhaustion and frustration. he'd almost snapped at a nearby drunkard but managed to reign himself in, though he didn't know how long he could keep it up.

"maybe you should take a break boss..." diluc was brought back from his thoughts into reality when charles placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"...i'm fine," he meant to mumble, but it emerged from his lips more like a sour grumble.

he turned to resume mixing drinks when your hand came to rest upon his knuckles, stilling his movements.

"actually charles, he'll take you up on that suggestion. come on diluc." you gently pried the glass away from him.

"(y/n)." from his stern eyes and warning tone alone you could tell he wasn't happy with your interjection.

"i'm sorry, but you need some rest, even for just a few minutes." you smiled apologetically and took him by the arm, pushing the back entrance door open in the process.

the cool night air did little to calm the simmering anger and frustration that had been swimming in the deepest pits of his stomach for the past few days. in an attempt to get a grip on himself, he leaned his forearms on the wooden beams and massaged his burning temples with the tips of his fingers.

"feeling better?" with a gentle smile you placed your palm on his shoulder.

"...quite." he grunted, though his grainy voice betrayed his response.

"you don't really think i'd believe that right?" your teasing smile fell when he made no move to reciprocate or validate your comment. "you've been working so hard lately," you paused to collect your thoughts, and tried to pick up the mood with your signature brightness, "but on the bright side at least you've accomplished so much! i'm very proud of you and you should be proud of yourself too." still, no answer from your lover.

heaving a heavy sigh, you spoke up once again. "you're doing your best no matter what, i hope you realize tha-"

"must you always be like this?" the atmosphere suddenly grew cold and bitter, as did his voice.

"be...be like what?" your smile grew confused and began to feel out of place on your face.

"you drag me out here in the middle of a shift and for what- for me to listen to your rambles again?" he sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth and met your puzzled eyes, the ends of his fingers dug into the polished wooden banister in front of him.

"di-"

"there's no end to it is there? you simply ramble on and on and expect me to listen but there's only so much i can take. archons forbid you ever shut your mouth for once." the eyes that had looked at you so fondly this morning now burned with quiet passion, as if the gentle flips of a fan over cooling embers had begun to rapidly move up and down. you stood in utter bewilderment and hurt, each syllable of his words slapping you across the face like a whip.

diluc however, seemed not to notice the utter look of pain on your face. the rims of your eyes began to pool with tears as you desperately looked at him for any sense of rationality.

"diluc could we talk-"

i simply do not have time for this, please excuse me." he scoffed and brushed past you back in through the doors of the tavern.

and all you could do was stand there, watching as his figure retreated past the wooden door, and let his words ferment in your mind as tears cascaded down your face.

the words you so badly wanted to speak got caught in your throat and coagulated in place.

***

diluc doesn't remember how he managed to fumble through his last shift at angel's share, nor does he remember exactly how he somehow stumbled home and flopped into bed still wearing his day clothes. what he does remember is the feel of your hand on his knuckles, and nothing else. everything was a blur mixed in with exhaustion and frustration.

the morning greeted him with an aching spine that sent shoots of pain down towards his legs. unconsciously, his hands stretched out seeking the warmth of your body...

...only to find your side of the bed cold. his eyes snapped open and, though blearily, he scanned the room in search of your figure. perhaps you'd simply gotten up to use the restroom or change clothes. but much to his bewilderment, you were nowhere in sight. your side of the bed had been neatly made. the satchel you usually carried everywhere hung from a nearby rack in the entrance to the bedroom.

confused, he managed to clamber off of his awkward sleeping position from the bed and went about his morning routine. the feeling of going through the motions of his morning felt off without you by his side, reminding him to brush in circles instead of straight lines, or adjusting the broach on his chest while he fumbled with the buttons of your shirt.

he finished up and pulled open his bedroom door, only to jump in surprise when you stood there, fist raised as if you were about to knock.

"good morning." you politely smiled, looking at him with loving eyes.

the minute you opened your mouth, diluc felt a sick feeling crawl up his spine. your voice, it was odd, something he couldn't place his finger on.

"good morning, my love." he pressed a swift kiss to your forehead.

"i've made breakfast." there it was again, your voice. something was wrong, despite the fact that you looked perfectly normal, even your signature smile was on full display.

as if to silently ask you if something had happened, he placed one of his large, warm hands on your shoulder, the other finding solace on your cheek.

"you could have woken me up. i thought you loved my pancakes?" he spared a teasing smile, just for you, but it fell flat quickly. usually you'd make a witty remark or tease him just the same. but instead you simply stood there, that same smile on your face, and took his hand.

"the food will get cold." you spoke quietly, tugging him towards the stairs.

he obliged and followed but the nauseating feeling eating away at diluc's skin hadn't ceased. something was wrong, he could feel it. and yet as you sat down in front of him at the dining table and cut into your waffles, you appeared perfectly normal.

diluc mimicked your actions and stuck his fork into a strawberry. he looked at you expectantly, knowing that during the morning at breakfast, this was where you'd eagerly talk about the activities you had planned for the day. and yet you sat, munching on your waffles surrounded by a thick fog of silence.

he cleared his throat and met your eyes. "darling, what do you have planned for the day?" instead of going on an animated rollercoaster of dialogue like you usually did, you merely shrugged your shoulders and stuck another bite of waffles into your mouth. diluc frowned, now he knew something was up.

when breakfast had finished, he tried to pull you aside from the hustle and bustle around the winery but you took off with the excuse of needing to get to the guild early.

while he went through the motions of his day, he couldn't get his interactions with you out of his head. diluc hadn't feel the presence of that spark you held that he loved so much. what remained felt cold, and empty. it was quite unlike you to hold your tongue and keep your voice down, it bothered him to no end.

while he sat through meetings, the only face he saw was your eerily calm one. while signing documents, he could only remember the unusual quietness of your voice. these thoughts taunted him all throughout the day, he ended up abandoning what little work he had done in order to catch you before you scurried off towards another commission.

luckily for him, he caught you just as you were cashing in your last commission as dusk began to fall.

"(y/n) i'd really like to have a word with you." he panted, having run all the way from the winery to mondstat. one of his hands perched itself his knee and the other softly gripped your elbow. you nodded and let him lead you to the lake behind mondstat's walls.

"is something the matter my love? you've barely spoken a word." with both hands he took your face into his palms and thumbed your cheeks. his brows furrowed, creasing in the middle, the worry no longer held closed behind the cages of his mind.

you heaved a deep sigh and cast your gaze towards the grassy floor coated in the last remaining rays of sunlight, in favor of staring into his searing red eyes.

"i'm just a bit scared." you mumbled, reaching up to grip his charcoal coat. "scared? of what? have you been threatened?" you couldn't help but silently laugh to yourself and shook your head rapidly.

"no, none of that. i just...wish not to upset you." dumbfounded, diluc could only look at you with confused eyes.

and suddenly he felt his heart drop to the deepest pits of his stomach. the words he'd spouted towards you out of pure frustration and exhaustion hit him like a ton of bricks as he looked through the fog that clouded his memory. concern and worry replaced themselves with an enormous wave of guilt as his horrified face looked towards you.

"(y/n) i- i can't believe i said that i-..." his grip from your shoulder slackened as he stepped back, raising a hand to his mouth as the guilt in his stomach swished and swayed like a torrential stormy sea. you fumbled with your hands, a bit at a loss for words.

"i just wanted to make sure you were okay...i didn't mean to make it worse...i'm sor-"

"no, no. do not apologize, i'm the one who should be groveling at your feet for forgiveness." he interrupted you, running his gloved hand through his frazzled locks.

"diluc..." you took his hand that had been gripping his mouth and held it in both of yours. "i won't lie, what you said hurt me deeply. but i know you were just exhausted and-"

"no, please. don't make excuses for me. i've made a mistake (y/n), but i promise you," his burning hands found their way into yours, gripping them with a passion you'd never seen in him before, "i meant none of those words. i love listening to you, i love your voice- archons you have the most lovely voice. please, even if you are to leave me i ask that you never hold your tongue-" he opened his mouth to speak more but you cut him off by slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you in a comforting hug.

"i won't leave you diluc." you mumbled into his shirt.

diluc's hands hovered in the air before holding you to his body in a desperate grip. "i deeply apologize, no words could ever describe how sorry i am that you heard those vile words from me, my love." you felt his trembling lips fall upon your temple, then your cheek. you pulled your face back to look him in the eye only to find tears running down his burning face. with a smile—a genuine smile—you rose your hands up and wiped away the streaks from his face.

"thank you, i really appreciate the apology." you pressed your forehead against his and brushed your noses.

he buried his face in the crook of you neck and breathed words you only rarely ever heard from him: "i love you." of course, you never needed to hear him say it to know how he felt, but whenever he did say it, he made sure to save it for just the right moment.

"i love you too diluc, thank you." you planted a kiss in his hair and buried yourself deeper into his embrace.

date published: june 25th, 2021

⠀✔︎ Listening to your heartbeat to make sure you’re still alive

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!! ♥︎︎

Okay so this one deffo won the sfw poll lmaoo–– Altered the in-poll prompt a bit so it’s not monotonous. 

✔︎ Feat:  [ Diluc, Kazuha, Zhongli, Xiao ] Slight angst, but mainly hurt/comfort and fluff. Less ‘life or death’ -y than you might expect (except Xiao’s lmao.) Reader w/ an electro vision & sword in Kazuha’s ver. Guizhong mentioned v briefly in Zhongli’s. Lightly-described injuries in Xiao’s. GN! reader. Unedited !! <3

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✔︎ Diluc

It happens most often on rainy days, or around the time of year that’s near Diluc’s birthday.

Sometimes he’ll jolt up in bed, suddenly awake with his eyes wide and hazy, or sometimes you’ll be minding your own business throughout the day when Diluc enters the room, not saying much but just immediately making his way to you, wanting to makes sure you’re still here and that, no, he’s not dreaming.

⠀“Diluc?” is the first thing you say, the word coming out in somewhat of a wheeze, slurred slightly from sleep. There’s a distinct weight on your chest, though. Nothing too crushing, but there. It has you awakening quickly, a hand flying to the crown of wild red hair under your jaw. “‘Luc? What’s––”

⠀But the words die in your throat when the grip around you middle tightens slightly, crushing you closer into Diluc’s embrace. You can’t move your head to glance down, not with the way his red hair is unbound and everywhere, but you can distinctly feel the way Diluc’s hold is desperate and his breathing is shallow, like he’s just run from Mond to Liyue. The side of his head is practically digging into your sternum. 

⠀Your heart aches when you hear a small, choked noise come from him. You realize that he’s shaking slightly.

⠀“What do you need from me?” Is what you ask instead, hands burying themselves further into his hair and rubbing slow, gentle circles into his back.

⠀”Just–– stay here. Like this,” he croaks, voice hoarse. You wonder how long he had been awake before you. “Until I know for sure you’re alright.”

⠀He can’t see it, but you nod slightly. The hands in his har pet and stroke, untangling knots and soothing flyaways. The longer he stays with his ear pressed to your chest, the more he melts into you, losing the rigid tension. 

⠀“For as long as you want,” you say, pulling him closer to you.

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you’re such a handful, you’re lucky i love you.

pairing. diluc ragnvindr x gn!reader

genre. fluff

synopsis. diluc makes sure you don’t drink too much.

wc. 0.6k

an. this was a hc i made with an irl of mine and now its a whole fic,, n e way ! if you are drinking, please do it safely (be with someone you trust !!) and if you are going out, wear your FUCKING mask :D take care <3

diluc watches you pour another round of drinks with the bard and the cavalry captain. you’re all laughing and joking about on this friday evening and he trusts that those two won’t do anything to you, however, the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed in the last thirty minutes is concerning.

diluc cannot keep his hands to himself. especially when it comes to you.

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kaeya alberich's guide to love

pairing - kaeya alberich x gender neutral reader

word count - 5419

genre - fluff to angst, spicy

format - fic

warnings - MCD (major character death), slight descriptions of bodily injuries and gore, alcohol consumption, one (1) suggestive scene (skinship, mentions of removal of clothing, very very light description of sex, pet names (darling, sweetheart, dove, angel)

summary - kaeya alberich's foolproof guide to falling in love (based on his personal experience)

a/n - womp womp here's some angst with some slight spice and fluff :D (semi-inspired by "How To Finish Your Bucket List Before You Die- A Guide From Kaeya Alberich" by OHai_Here on AO3!)

RULE #1: FIND A BEAU THAT POSES A CHALLENGE; LOVE IS MOST FUN WHEN THERE'S AN ENTICING PURSUIT INVOLVED

his fingers gently traced the outline of the crystal goblet that contained blood red poison: safe enough for consumption but not safe enough to prevent his mind from falling prey to the tantalizing grips of drunkeness. though wine would usually be swimming, settled deep in his stomach, he opted to tease and tempt fate tonight and dance a misty waltz between the lines of a drunken stupor and agonizing consciousness.

"if you toy with that drink any longer, it's bound to get fed up and walk away."

you'd been sitting next to him for some time, quiet as a doll, but your beguiling, honey tinted voice sparked an intrigued glint in the swirls of his lilac eye. the ends of his lips quirked upwards, a sly, foxy glance perambulated your way with the upturn of his head to meet your piercing eyes and the gentle placement of his fingers to support his weighted chin.

"well now," he cooed, voice dripping with a rosy, sultry lilt yet no lighter than the soft, downy underbelly of a bird's feather, "that would make me up for grabs. now's your chance, darling, shoot your shot hm?"

pearls of crystal condensation snaked their way in races down the edge of his wine glass, still full with sweet temptation. but nothing to him was more tempting than to brush his thumb against the soft, velvety texture of your cupid's bow and see the cute scrunch of your nose in response. a new toy for him to tinker with, a prized addition to his collection should he manage to woo you.

instead, you set a bag of mora with a heavy weight on the bar's wooden counter—far too much mora for a single shot—and placed a palm on the counter, one on his stool, leaving you to lean uncomfortably close to him with a gem of a smile on your pretty lips; close enough for your noses to brush against one another, any more and your lips would slot perfectly against his.

"forgive me, captain, but i'm not interested."

your touch lingered even hours after you'd left the tavern with the sway of your hips and a teasing smile on your face—one that exuded confidence and stability, and had his heart battering against his chest.

kaeya hadn't realized that his mask had chipped away at the fibers with the burning embers of your aura until charles replaced his stale glass with a crisp, fresh one and slid a hearty laugh his way, "they've entranced you, haven't they sir kaeya?"

an impressed smirk was all kaeya offered in response: after all, he loved a challenge.

RULE #2: SUBTLY EXPRESS YOUR INTEREST IN A MANNER THAT EXUDES CONFIDENCE AND CHARM WHILE ALSO KEEPING YOURSELF A MYSTERY

an enigma is how kaeya would describe you.

like silky threads of crystal water or a fleeting, gentle breeze, you flitted through the gaps of his fingertips and skirted around the edges of his ears with the echo of your voice and the rims of his eyes with the grace of your presence at the tavern. it was almost as if you could read the grooves of his brain and feel the palpitating game he'd morphed into the invisible tango between your fleeting feet. "friends", was what you said, but enticing, addicting, intoxicating was every semblance of your being and he craved more.

but kaeya alberich was no man of desperation, no, not at all. he shall be fawned over, and never the other way around.

when the moon cast its gentle glow onto brick and cobblestone, he'd find himself sauntering over to your table, two glasses of delicious poison in his hands and a promise of a good time. the only offer you accepted was the alcohol he so kindly paid for. but no matter! to kaeya, this was all part of his game, all part of the hunt for your heart and the desire to see your eyes glow with his name etched in your irises.

kaeya's methods were...effective, one could say. but you were a true anomaly in his many years of experience. his charming one-liners had you doubling over in laughter and patting him twice on the back—most definitely not in a romantic manner. his cool, teasing touch in the subtle nudge of your arm or the manner in which he'd casually snake his arm around your waist only seemed to spur on your relentless teasing. he'd put on his fancy garbs and strutted his best in the streets, only to be called a "peacock" courtesy of your lovely voice and amused glint in your eyes. but the roses he'd bought from flora to tuck behind your ears just as you set off for another commission proved to be more effective in the slight genuine smile upon your lips and the quiet and hurried "thank you" whispered only for him.

it was proof, he knew soon that he'd see hearts in your eyes and feel your heartbeat from miles away only with the telltale click of his boots and signature laugh.

yet despite this, you ventured onwards merely being yourself. where most would be squealing and kicking up their feet at the sheer mention of capturing the captain kaeya's fancy, he was stunned to realize that you hadn't been affected in the slightest.

rather, it was him who'd begun to notice your teasing looks that often hurtled his way when he least expected them, or the sugary lilt to your voice whenever you called out to him upon seeing his figure in the streets. you were still a mystery, a puzzle he couldn't decipher, a story that his tongue struggled to wrap around, a mystic ornament whose origins he knew nothing of.

"captain kaeya! fancy a drink tonight?"

his head whipped upwards to meet your starry eyes, bound to no one and devoid of hearts, only an endless sea of light and constellations that were no one's to steal.

"my, you offend me, shouldn't you know my answer to that by now, darling?" he wriggled out of the confines of his thoughts and slung an arm around your shoulder, letting you lead him to angel's share for the night.

RULE #3: SHOULD YOU FEEL THAT YOU'RE GETTING IN TOO DEEP, ABORT MISSION

to his surprise, it wasn't in his fancy getups or the sultry dip of his voice nor the alluring musk he adorned or the frosted tips of his fingers, but rather the late night talks of your beloved hobbies and the stories in which silver linings never found their way into the conversation: these were what worked.

his previous beaus have all settled for what he was—what he presented himself to be. but you, you dug deeper into the caverns of his mind and had him dig up ridiculous childhood stories involving him, a certain redheaded wine tycoon, and a bucket of seashells, told under moonlight and over aged wine. kaeya settled for obliging your requests for more embarrassing childhood stories of the charming and suave captain kaeya, and he indulged in your tales of adventuring and mystical stories of scholars and monsters; if possible, he'd love to hear your voice forever and ever on repeat in his ears.

but once you uprooted the vines and twiny branches tangling his heart and revealed the tender muscle and flesh underneath, panic began to course through his veins. this wasn't supposed to happen, you were a challenge, a game to bide his time with, a mere toy to satiate the curiosity within him.

so why was he the one whose heart couldn't sit still around you anymore?

kaeya alberich is not a desperate man, and so he runs as far away as he can. no more lingering touches, sultry remarks, or roses tucked behind your ears. no more rooftop conversations shared between a bottle of vodka or embarrassing childhood stories. no more teasing dares or battle of wits when dusk kissed the top of your heads. no more: all that remained within him was barren of life and ice cold. kaeya alberich is not a desperate man, and yet his heart still longed for you. his soul cried out when you approached with bounded steps and a gleeful smile on your face, only for him to greet you with a stiff nod saved for politics and family dinners and a strained, professional smile reserved for placement when he detested using it most.

the boiling hatred for himself began to rise and build up in the thin confines of his esophagus upon the smile disintegrating from your face, leaving behind a crestfallen nod of understanding in his wake. what stung more was the fact that upon looking into your eyes, they still swirled with vibrant stars and bands of constellations, but among the barrage of light were tiny, dotted hearts that thrummed with every single second your eyes gazed into his.

but he knew and he knew well, there was no going back once he'd pushed you away well and good, even if you had begun to take a true liking to him.

he was in too deep once he realized that it hurt to push you far, far away where he could never hurt you, and you him.

RULE #4: RULE #3 CAN BE NULL AND VOID IF YOUR BEAU HELPS YOU REALIZE THAT YOU'RE AN IDIOT

satisfaction and stability is all he has ever sought out for, but such things are a luxury in a world that conspires against him. any semblance of those principles must be treated as you would a spy or a criminal: dangerous, conniving, untrustworthy. good things can't happen to kaeya—if they do, they either last a fleeting moment or are lies wrapped in glittery present paper and tied neatly with a little bow.

what were you to him? a fleeting moment? or a lie dressed in fancy clothing? the meaning didn't matter any more, he'd push and push and push until you were far away from him and he could finally breath and revel in the calmness that he no longer feared having to get hurt.

except, he already was.

his heart ached and burned in his chest upon a mere glance at your face: sullen and lacking its usual charming mirth—the same charm that persuaded him to begin pursuing you in the first place. despite his airy, fouette lined steps and the musical cadence to his voice, the emptiness where your late night chats and clinks of alcohol to celebrate nothing in particular used to sit, felt so void of the warmth that encompassed him in your company.

perhaps fate was mocking him when your knuckles knocked heavy against the wood of his door one night, and your constellation ridden eyes still contained hearts that begun to warble in his presence.

"have i upset you in some way, captain?"

his carefully constructed mask remained pristine in place, yet jostled slightly at the hammer of his heart as he fought the urge to retreat backwards and hide under the covers like a small child.

"not at all."

your arms folded themselves across your chest in a guarded manner, a frown settling on your lips. "you're not calling me pet names anymore."

like a mechanical doll, his lips curved upwards to mimic the charming smile he'd given you so many nights ago, back when it was all just a simple game to him, "oh? i wasn't aware that you liked the pet names so much-"

"it's not just the pet names, kaeya!" the rest of his teasing remarks died in his throat upon the reveal of glistening tears that threatened to fall from your lashes. "you've been ignoring me, avoiding me like the plague. if i've truly done nothing wrong, why am i being treated as though i have? i thought we were friends?"

kaeya supposed you were much like a siren, with your bated beauty and alluring voice, you'd have him jumping ship and swimming towards a false reality lest his guard be let down. even with tears rolling down your face, he'd be damned if he wouldn't test the murky waters that surrounded your archipelago.

that is: if he were brave enough to enter the tempest of waves and secure his spot among your rocky shorelines.

"is it because i fancy you?"

at the tune of your timid void, his blood ran colder than ice in his veins, stilling for a minute before proceeds onwards languidly in a stark contrast to the rapid palpitations of his heart in his throat.

his silence seemed to be enough a reply for you, "i-i see, i'm sorry, i wasn't aware that you were so disgusted with me. i thought there was a chance...but it seems i was too hopeful." his eye found yours and the galaxies and constellations within began to dim and fade with light, leaving behind the burned remnants of dull and faded hearts that littered the spaces in between.

your heels turned to walk away but a sudden surge of strength found its way into his arms and his hand caught your elbow, grip fueled by emotions he couldn't decipher.

"i'm...far from disgusted with you, angel." his mind was screaming at him to let you go, to increase the distance between desire and temptation. but his heart had taken the reigns and there appeared to be no stopping. he was completely enraptured by your siren's song.

"angel, huh?" you sniffled, dragging your sleeve across your eyes with a strained smile, "that's a new one."

"reserved for you and you alone, darling."

the familiar, teasing atmosphere felt so welcome in his arms, as did you.

"come here," he cooed, voice lacking its usual teasing lilt and full of only genuinely concern as he gently tugged you forward and let you melt into his body. so warm, so tender, and ever so soft, your body melted against the thundering flames of his heart and merged into his chest. it was a feeling he'd dreamed about for so long, and if he were still dreaming, he wished to never wake up.

"i don't understand, i can't tell if you like me or dislike me." you laughed incredulously and pressed the heel of your palm to your head, still wrapped up in his embrace.

kaeya couldn't understand either, why his mind ushered him to release you from his grip and shove your memories of warmth and sunlight to the corners of his brain to never see daylight again. in contrast, why was it that his heart demanded to shower you in affection and let you know every second of every minute just how wrapped around your finger he was.

"well, i am a man of many mysteries. this is just one more i have to decipher." upon the playful smack of your palm to his chest and the frustrated smile you sent him, his worry dissipated into thin air and joined the stars above.

"i got in too deep, you're quite enticing, you know?" his heart soared upon finally seeing the scrunch of your noise and letting your giggles weave their way through the gaps in his heart, "but that's the thing, you're my biggest weakness and i was...terrified, because let's face it, sweetheart: nothing good ever happens to me."

his last words were uttered directly into your scalp, the high and mighty, confident captain kaeya too afraid to stare into your eyes and realize how weak of a man he truly was. his arms locked so tight around your waist in fear that moving would mean time would restart again, and he was more than happy to relive this moment forever and ever.

instead, your hands found their way around his torso, and those velvety lips that he'd spent so many hours fawning over and daydreaming of what they'd feel like upon his, gently pressed themselves to the line of his jaw.

"you should've told me how you felt, you're a big idiot, you know that?" if possible, he might have sagged in relief and went completely limp in your arms right then and there, but the loving gaze in which you tangled him up in had him staying upright just to see the stars reignite in your irises,

"but you don't have to worry. i promise you," he watched with bated breath as your hands moved to hold his face, thumb gentle tracing under the fabric of his charcoal eyepatch, "you deserve genuine, good things, even if they aren't me. you deserve them."

it turns out that kaeya alberich was in fact, a desperate man. desperate in the way his hands came to cup your cheeks and tilt your head to the side, allowing him perfect access to the lips he'd dreamed of kissing for so long. you fit into him like a puzzle piece, the warmth he'd be devoid of for so long began to fill up with your scent and your name began to etch itself into the white of his irises all while your lips molded so perfectly against his.

"you are something good," he broke away, panting for air to say those few words, pressing one more chaste kiss to your lips before continuing, "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

and he'd never let go again, not when you so readily dove back in to capture his lips just like you'd done his heart.

RULE #5: TREASURE EVERY MOMENT WITH THEM; LET YOUR WALLS DOWN

kaeya hadn't felt this light since he was a mere child with no weight on his shoulders or chains wrapped around his waist.

the simple slip of your hand into his had him seeing stars and breathing in a nose full of fresh roses and sparkling carnations doused in sugar and honey. you were so addicting, a new type of craving where his liver would no longer have to fight nightly battles or scream at him to cease his indulgences.

you were a drug that so easily coursed through his system and had him on a constant high with your gentle fragrance that wrapped itself in silky ribbons around his heart and your feather light touch upon his icy skin.

everything with you was an adventure to him, whether you babysat klee and played pirates for the afternoon, or stole necklaces and jewels from treasure hoarders to give back to their rightful owners, any time spent with you was time that he wished he could scoop up into a box to place in his pocket.

everything about you was so tantalizing and genuine. the minute his eyepatch fell off to reveal the hidden stories underneath, your arms found their way around his shoulders, and your hushed whispered reassured him over and over that no matter what you'd be right by his side: and that was all he ever needed. you embraced him whether he has tears running down his face, or was covered in dirt and grime from a day of fighting, you cared not for surface level appearances as you did the kind soul that laid beneath his charming layer.

but kaeya felt more inclined to look beyond the physical layers of your body in a manner of his hands skidding upwards under your shirt: cool fingertips gliding across searing hot skin eager for his touch. your hands traced the outlines of the numerous scars on his bare upper body. he watched with sheer adoration in his eyes as you covered a certain willowy patch of burnt skin rooting outwards from his shoulder with your kisses and affectionate, gentle strokes of your hands.

he fumbled with the elaborate buckles of his clothes, hands shaking despite having danced this tango numerous times. but this particular time felt so vulnerable, with each article of clothing he removed he felt his charismatic layers come undone until he was nothing but the timid, shy boy he once was. in your arms he breathlessly stole kiss after kiss from your air deprived lips and sought to take hold of all the love you could give. he traversed through the grooves of your skin up to the crook of your neck, where his eyes met yours for a brief moment before sliding shut and letting the gap be filled with your intertwined love.

with the final removal of his eyepatch, he was bare for you to see with both of your eyes for the monster he truly believed himself to be. and yet, you looped your arms around his neck and tugged him downwards, trapping him in a tender, slow, and riveting kiss.

"i love you, (y/n)," kaeya whispered against your lips, forehead pressed tightly against yours. you responded in kind with the gentle scrape of your nails against his bare, scarred back and the words he drank from your lips.

the minute you became one with him was when he finally understood what it meant to love someone with all your heart.

RULE #6: BE PATIENT, AND UNDERSTANDING

you were an enigma, truly enthralling and incomprehensibly thrilling. but perhaps too incomprehensible for him to understand at points. to yell at you with indignance in his voice would mean to surrender his right to ever be called yours, but the minute your accusing voice comes barreling through his bedroom doors, he's retreating into his shell and immediately considering the "what if's".

"kaeya, you can't be serious! you're injured, you can't possibly even think that you're in fit enough shape to be leading squadrons right now!"

he watched as you tried a gentle method of persuasion at first, only for it to escalate until you were practically begging him with a hoarse voice to please just lay back down and get some rest.

"i told you, dove," he paused, wincing to avoid any strain seeping into his voice as he shifted on the bed, "i'm perfectly fine. they need me there, i can't just say no. you know how it is, don't you, sweetheart?"

left alone to bare the barrage of a hilichurl attack, it was a miracle he managed to make it out with only moderate injuries. his shoulders were bandaged, left arm put in a brace and shin patched up for scrapes and bruises.

"please, kaeya..." he tried to catch your arm as you sank to the floor, words caught on the thorny edges of your muffled cries and choked sobs. your hands gripped onto his like a lifeline and squeezed with all your might, "you're not expendable, please, you need to get better first."

the expendable line played over and over again in his head, for years even. the guilt began to seep its way into his heart and he found himself ceding to your prayers.

"alright, dove, i promise you no more fighting for now," kaeya's large palm gently stroked the top of your head and silently rubbed away your worries, "but i am expecting entertainment while i'm bed ridden, some kisses would suffice wouldn't you say?" he broke out into a charming grin upon seeing the defeated smile on your face.

it was worth it if it meant he got to feel your lips on his. he'd take any chance to cherish this feeling.

RULE #7: SPEND YOUR MORNINGS TOGETHER IN COMPLETE BLISS

"leaving already?" kaeya's sleep ridden eyes registered the bleary image of you tugging your attire on for the day.

"yep! it'll be a short mission, i'll be back in time for lunch. should we eat at good hunter today?" beaming, you turned your eyes to him while your fingers busied themselves with lacing up the boots on your feet.

kaeya shifted to sitting upwards in bed and propped his chin up on his fist, "y'know, you'd look really good in a corset." he mused out loud, a dreamy smile on his face.

"hey, mister, you're getting distracted! good hunter for lunch today?" despite the chiding phrasing and the snapping of your fingers in front of his delirious face, it seemed just like him, you couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto your face.

"anywhere you want, darling. i'm good as long as it's with you." he watched as you padded over and sat on his side of the bed, stretching your hand out to cup his cheek only for his head to turn inwards and press a kiss to your palm.

"alright, good hunter it is."

he was sure it was a pain to get him to loosen his grip from around your waist, even as you trudged down the stairs and tried to convince him at the front door that you didn't need a kaeya-shaped utility belt.

now he wishes he never let go.

RULE #8: ALWAYS KISS THEM GOODBYE—YOU NEVER TRULY KNOW WHEN IT'LL BE YOUR LAST

even with the passage of so much time, your lips never failed to make him weak in the knees. still in the doorway of your shared home, he loathed the idea of letting you go, even if your mission was to be quick and easy and you'd be back in his arms in time for lunch at good hunter.

"can this mission be rescheduled? i don't recall the last time i had a proper day off, and i can't even spend it with you." like a kicked puppy, he pouted into the crook of your neck and swayed your intertwined bodies in the archway of the front door.

"unfortunately not," you stifled a giggle and brought his face downwards for another tender kiss, "but i promise that you'll have all of me as soon as i come back."

"you better keep your promise, darling." a kiss to your nose, a kiss to both your cheeks, eyelids, temples, neck, and one more chaste kiss to your smiling lips.

"you know i'm one to keep my word."

he never expected to be able to so freely say such weighted words without a barrage of weighted emotions clinging to his heart, but now he utters them so freely, so truthfully, and so wholly that he can hardly believe that it's his voice.

"i love you, (y/n)." with one more, lingering, tender, and gentle kiss, he could never be satisfied but it was enough to last him until lunch.

"and i love you, kaeya. i'll see you later!"

RULE #9: COME RUNNING WHEN THEY NEED YOU MOST

"s-sir kaeya..."

kaeya watched impatiently as the young knight caught his breath, dressed in his city clothes in preparation for lunch at good hunter.

"that's me, can i help-"

"it's master (y/n), t-they've been injured-!"

kaeya felt his heart still.

"send a healer after me!" he muttered lowly, grabbing his sword and coat.

the knight needed to say nothing more.

adrenaline carried kaeya's feet to where he knew you'd be, sword floating ferociously behind his back. this world couldn't take you from him, not the one good thing that's ever happened to him. anything but you.

images of your smile, sounds of your laugh, the feel of your soft, warm skin against his and the feelings that erupted in his heart when you held him so tenderly and pressed kiss after kiss to his lips...he pleaded with whatever archon, whatever deity was out there to spare your life.

but upon arriving at your mission site, it was clear that no archons nor deities cared for his mortal desires.

it was such a beautiful day: sun poured from the heavens and a gentle breeze complimented the beaming sun. but the thick pool of blood that surrounded your limp body and the mitachurl about to finish you off had him rushing forwards and impaling his sword straight into the monster's heart with a strangled cry, blood swishing in his ears once he got a proper look at you.

"no no no no no (y/n) look at me, come on, open your eyes-!" he cried out desperately, dropping to his knees. all he could see was the red that soaked your clothes from the open wound in your chest, eyes shut and rolling around in the back of your skull.

his hands clumsily fumbled with his silky, periwinkle cape, taking great care to press it to the large gash that lined your chest. "come on darling, we're gonna have lunch at good hunter's, y-yeah?" his eyes frantically searched for any signs of consciousness, and he sagged in relief upon seeing the beautiful, gem like color of your eyes peeping back at him.

"that's it, that's good, sweetheart. keep looking at me, darling, don't shut your pretty eyes, okay? the medic will be here soon, i promise." blood spattered up from your lips in a horrid cough and he felt the familiar dread and putrid stink of death come up to haunt him from behind his shoulders.

but not you, you wouldn't fall prey to the clutches of death.

"hey, hey, you're gonna be okay, i promise." but it seemed like he was trying to convince himself of something that could never be, not with the amount of blood that seeped through the thin material of his cape nor the paling of your skin and droopiness of your eyes.

"kae-ya..." your supple palm, coated in blood, staggered upwards to cup his cheek and swipe away at the tears that pooled from his exposed eyes.

when had he started crying?

RULE #10: MAKE SURE THEY KNOW THEY ARE LOVED

"no, darling, this isn't goodbye. you're going to be okay, you're going-" it was as if his words had grown thorns and impaled the thin walls of his neck: nothing came out despite his growing pleads and dwindling reassurances. the medic was nowhere in sight and his cape was soaked through with irony, sticky blood.

"kaeya..." he hardly recognized the hoarse, exhausted voice that crept out from your lips—lips that he adored so much.

his hand pressed itself against yours that firmly placed itself against his cheek, "what is it darling? what's wrong?"

the tears that had collected in your eyes finally began to trickle down the sides of your face as you struggled to raise your other hand to hold his tear soaked face in your hands.

"i love you, please don't forget that."

the mirrored world of rosy tints and honey glows began to shatter around him once he realized the true implications behind your loving words.

"i know, i know, sweetheart, and you can tell me tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and forever onwards," there was a manic desperate tone to his voice as he scrambled to put pressure on the wound and keep your warmth intact. he was sure if his knees were to dig any further into the earth, he'd become one with the dirt and perhaps that'd be a better fate than losing you forever.

"no...need to tell you...now...kaeya..." even on death's door, your stubbornness reigned supreme as your bloodied hand placed itself over the hand he'd been using to put pressure on your wound.

you arms silently stretched out towards him and he took your body into his gratefully, cradling your head to his chest as if you were constructed of fragile glass or thin marble.

his cries were ceaseless and of a man who was desperate for a miracle, for anything, just for your brevity and a moment longer where he can hold your face and kiss you without tasting the tang of blood on his tongue. even as your lips dried and breaths began to slow, his lips lingered all over your skin and left tingles in his wake, followed by strangled "i love you"s strung together with broken cries and warbled sobs.

"you deserve...good...things..." you quietly mumbled, taking great care to brush aside the locks from his face.

your words only elicited a mangled cry from his lips as his thumbs ran their soft pads over the plump of your cheeks, covered in both a mix of your tears and his, "but you are my good thing," and he repeats the words he said so many nights ago with heavy breaths and choked cries, "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." and like so many nights, he pressed his forehead against yours and takes in the last sight of your beautiful eyes, aglow with love and satisfaction.

just as the medic arrives on scene, the wispy winds of your last breath fall against his lips and his world begins to crumble to dust.

RULE #11: NEVER FALL IN LOVE

date published: september 3rd, 2021

comfort hcs [ pt . 1 ]

characters ⊱  venti, kaeya, xiao

warnings ⊱ completely safe! please enjoy!

rating ⊱ sfw

request ⊱ “may i request literally anything with venti? my preference would be something with comfort (like healing after being sad/hurt) but honestly i’m down with anything and everything!”

author’s note ⊱  i love venti so this was nice to write LKJNSDKJNGB… i also added a couple other characters just for fun! i hope this helps anyone who needs it!

i took this the more emotional route in terms of hurt, rather than a physical one (i.e. injuries or illness) but if anyone would prefer something of that nature, please feel free to send a follow-up request! i also accept follow-up requests for any other characters for this scenario!

venti

he sees it easily, within moments; even if you think you can hide how you feel, suddenly venti has his thumbs gently caressing both of your cheekbones, looking at you with large, caring eyes, asking you if you’re alright

he handles emotions very delicately, with utmost gentleness and care; it is reflected in the way he takes care of you, in the way he immediately tucks you into his arms and sighs into your hair, trying his best to give you a physical anchor

his instinct to handle these things is physical touch

he will sing to you softly while combing his fingers against your scalp, his other hand stroking your back with a soothing, careful pace

and when his song finishes, he kisses your knuckles, and if he thinks you need another, or if you feel like you need another, then he will start another song again

wipes your tears, and he doesn’t mind if your nose gets stuffy and gross

he treats you very gently; he will clasp his arms around your shoulders and embrace you, humming and swaying until you feel better, or he will hold your hands in his own, tracing the lines of your palms while softly talking to you

tries his best not to overwhelm you with that feeling of sensory overload, so he speaks very quietly and his hands leave very light, fleeting touches

might try to cheer you up with your favorite snack or sweet, and once you start feeling a little easier, the worst of it beginning to die down, he’ll pepper you with affectionate, fleeting kisses, and squeeze you to his side to make you feel better

kaeya

his heart shatters the moment you burst into tears, don’t even get me started on when he notices you’re upset

the type to scoop you into his arms and tug you closer, holding you lightly by the shoulders to look at your face, saying, “hey, hey… it’s okay, what’s going on?”

he listens patiently to anything you have to say, even if you have nothing to say at all, stroking your head and sometimes brushing through your hair, keeping a secure arm tucked around your waist to remind you he’s there, he’s not going anywhere, you’re not alone

responds to these situations with a sense of protectiveness, like he needs to keep you safe while you’re at your most fragile, while also simultaneously feeling responsible to take care of you and share your burdens, unafraid to listen to what hurts you

not the best at advice, but he’s good at comfort; he will hold you and sigh, reminding you in gentle, kind tones the good, important things to remember and hold onto, even when the world is full of darkness and heartache

he’ll pamper you—massaging your back and shoulders, braiding or brushing your hair, soothing kisses against your skin, wrapping you securely in a thick blanket for a makeshift anxiety vest, fixing you a warm drink, cuddling you… the list goes on

as you feel a little better, he’ll start cracking some jokes and doing what he can to make you smile, all while looking at you with tender, worried eyes that speak volumes of his care and concern for you, the love of his life

xiao

he says nothing; the moment he sees the anguish in you, all he does is pull you into his chest, and let you cry it out

the way he holds you is tight, anchoring, and steady—it is like he’s keeping you here, with him, in this moment, so that way you don’t get consumed by your own pain, keeping you floating instead of falling into a deep, dark chasm of despair

he doesn’t really talk in moments like these, he mostly just touches, and always listens

(he gets fiercely protective, however, if this hurt was brought on because of another person’s actions)

does not leave your side, period. even if he’s going to the kitchen to get you water just so you stay hydrated, he’s dragging you with him, keeping you glued right up to his side, so that way he can make sure you’re okay, and that you can feel a little better by being near him

sometimes pulls back while holding you to look at your face, his hands pushing your hair back, leaning in to kiss your puffy eyelids, wiping the damp skin of your cheek

very careful with you, even when he doesn’t have to be

he will clear his throat thickly, asking you in a rough, low tone, “do… you want to talk about it?”

and if you do, he will listen. it doesn’t matter if it takes hours, it doesn’t matter if it’s complicated or simple, and it doesn’t matter if you feel like it’s the most trivial, silliest things in the world, because xiao will listen, xiao will remember, and he will vow to help you, no matter what

encourages you to take care of yourself, even if he struggles with the same issues; he guides you to drink water, he encourages you to do things to avoid getting the post-cry headache like a warm bath or taking some painrelieving medication, and he will tuck you into bed and curl around you if that’s what you need, too

insists you take a break to recover after things like these; being emotionally drained is very difficult to work through during daily life, and he knows that better than anyone

often leans his forehead against yours when he wraps you up in his arms afterward

【 𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 】 Genre: Hurt/comfort, angst TW: depressed reader Words: 2k

Summary: When you’re at your lowest point and you have no energy to do anything at all, he’s there, right by your side, picking you up and never letting go as promised

Author’s note: I’ve been struggling with depression for a long time and those who suffer as well know there are times when it’s heavier than usual. Lately is one of those times. Akira’s a big comfort character of mine and suffering from what is mentioned in the oneshot, I started having these daydreams to try and ease my thoughts. Since writing helps me, I chose to put it into a scenario and perhaps someone who is reading this feels similar to how I feel and can find comfort within these words. Take care of yourself.

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The ticking of the clock above your door, usually comforting and lulling you to sleep with its steady rhythm, seemed to be mocking you, making you realize how agonizingly slow time could pass one second and then run past you within the other, all the while you contributed nothing to your life. Instead, you squeezed your eyes shut as you pulled the pillow you were hugging further to your chest in hopes of comforting you. Yet, what it couldn’t drown out was the howling wind against the window next to your bed that only enhanced your restless thoughts further as if they were trying to run faster than the storm outside, your own storm not wanting to lose against it. You froze as a warm hand sneaked around your hip, trying to pull your back to his chest in his sleeping state. Carefully, as if not to disturb him, you tried to sneak out of the somewhat half embrace. It wasn’t that you wanted space nor that you didn’t enjoy his warm touch; in fact you desperately needed it if you’d admit it to yourself. It was more the fact that you knew just a few seconds longer feeling his breath against your cheek you would break down, tears spilling over your cheeks as you cried into your pillow. Akira was a light-sleeper, waking up at the slightest of noises or movement. Either he was gonna wake up when you tried muffling your cries or when you tried to scoot away from him.

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can we get how Akira and SO would react if someone walked in on the two of them smooching/kissing? nothing too intense, just soft butterfly kisses when they think they're alone? thnx!

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【 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 】

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐓𝐖: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏.𝟕

You sighed, a mixture of exhaustion and relief within the sound escaping your lips as you stretched your arms above your head. You had promised yourself to focus on your studies as this semester was slowly drawing to a close and you couldn’t afford bad grades. It wasn’t your fault when it was much more fun to play games or spend time with your friends; school wasn’t the easiest part of your life after all. Yet when your boyfriend had made his mission to help you out and make your studies less boring, you accepted his offer in a heartbeat. Not that it had been in an offer in the word itself, more so he had exclaimed it one afternoon like it was already sealed, knowing full well that you wouldn’t say no. You had even been excited about studying, eagerly taking a train earlier to Leblanc. Getting good grades and spending time with the person you were most comfortable with was a win-win situation, especially since Akira was pretty good at school. On top of it he was very strict about not studying too much and it made you wonder if that was the reason he was so good at school, never studying too much or not enough. Actually, now that you thought about it, he could be really disciplined if he wanted to.

“Three hours is definitely enough.”, Akira agreed as you yawned and your head lulled to the side to rest against his shoulder. He had wanted to pack your books and notebook for you, but upon seeing you nestle against him like that he froze for a second. He was exhausted as well, though he would never say that to you, brain most likely not bringing out anything smart to the table today, but the smile that rested on your face was worth it. If it meant you’d be clingy with him and he would get to see that smile on your face more he might be able to power through another three hours, even. “More than enough.”, you mumbled as you felt Akira’s cheek press against the top of your head to rest as well. For a moment the room filled with a comfortable silence as you breathed in the mixture of the coffee beans hanging thickly in the air and the cologne Akira was wearing. He felt like a comfortable cushion you could fall asleep on if he’d stayed like this just a little bit longer. “Come here.”, you heard him say as you were swiftly pulled into his lap, almost coming face to face with him if it wasn’t for the fact that he was a tad bit taller than you were. “Don’t look at me like that.”, Akira chuckled as your eyes filled with confusion. You weren’t doing anything in particular, not that you would know of it, but your big eyes staring at him still messed with him. “I’m not even looking at you, silly.”, you replied as you came to rest your head against his chest instead, feeling his chuckle vibrate through his chest underneath you. Your studies were long forgotten, the only sound that filled the room was the ticking of the clock above the counter as well as the brewing of freshly made, warm cups of coffee. “Do you want a coffee?”, your boyfriend asked as the minutes of comfortable silence passed by, stroking your hair in a steady rhythm. You shook your head, feeling sleepy and not wanting to ignite your body once more with energy when the day was already coming to a close anyway. “Do you want to stay over?”, Akira asked instead, the slight hesitation apparent in his voice. It wasn’t that you never had stayed over before, but it was still special whenever you would. He didn’t like the thought of you taking the train and walking home from your station if you were starting to get this sleepy already, so his heart would be at ease if you stayed by his side. To his fortune, you nodded against his chest. “Good.”, Akira smiled, “I still have some movies we can watch.”, he added, already getting excited knowing that you could stay like this upstairs for the whole night, if you’d let him.

“Comfortable?”, Akira inquired as he had settled the thick blanket over the both of you, arms wrapped around you as if to say that he wasn’t going to let you go anywhere for the rest of the night. You hummed in content as you kissed his cheek, now that you were propped up against two pillows and had better access to his face. His cheeks were soft against his lips and you were compelled to do it a second, even a third time. Akira didn’t budge as his eyes were glued to the movie he was actually interested in in contrast to you who only saw it as background noise. Nonetheless, he smiled, trying to keep his cool. You grumbled as you kissed him. He reciprocated it and locked eyes with you for a second when your lips parted, but then they were already back to the movie. You weren’t sure if he was trying to mess with you and was doing it on purpose or if the small grin was from the funny conversation that you noticed in the background within the movie, but you were sure that was far from it. He was enjoying your affection deep down and he had fun messing with you, just waiting for you to grow more desperate and get whiny. Lucky for him, you had no energy to fight against that and instead gave in, giving him what he wanted as you took his face in both of your hands and turned it around to make him face you. The look in his eyes confirmed your suspicions and you still grew weak, not able to be mad at him and scold him in a light-hearted manner. “Clingy?”, Akira wanted to confirm as his grin spread further, face coming closer to plant a quick kiss to your cheek. “Maybe.”, you muttered under your breath, not wanting to give him the satisfaction and fuel his ego any further as you tilted your head to the side and captured his lips instead. You sighed against him as you parted a few seconds afterwards. You felt your cheeks flush as his lips suddenly connected with your forehead before moving down to your cheek and trailing further to the crook of your neck. Now he was the clingy one forgetting about the movie and focusing on you instead. “Who is the clingy one?”, you taunted as your boyfriend’s demeanor had changed completely, lips pressed to your cheek once more as he swiftly took hold of the remote and turned the volume down. “Shush it.”, was Akira’s answer and you almost giggled at his words, relishing in the fact that you had been able to change his focus to you instead, when his lips sealed yours once more.

The two of you had been so preoccupied with each other, exchanging quick kisses to the softness of your cheeks and lips, that you hadn’t heard an intruder coming upstairs, unknowingly ready to destroy the wholesome moment. You shook violently as you heard somewhen clear his throat in the room, so far gone with your thoughts that the sound had almost scared you. Quickly, you hid in the crook of Akira’s neck and felt relieved when you felt his arms sneak around you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were staying over.”, Sojiro apologized sincerely, feeling a little bit awkward as his eyes were fixated onto the floor for a moment. Akira dismissed it, explaining that it had been a spontaneous idea of his and chatted with his guardian about the evening. You on the other hand wondered how he could look so calm as you glanced up to him. Neither were his cheeks flushed in embarrassment nor the tone in his voice wavering. He simply looked and acted as if nothing had happened or the fact that Sojiro had interrupted you wasn’t concerning at all. You on the other hand didn’t feel the comfortable warmth in your cheeks that you would get from the love and affection that you experienced from your lover, but the uncomfortable when you felt embarrassed or felt like you had done something wrong. You hadn’t even done anything big to begin with, you tried calming your mind since you just had kissed each other a little bit, but it was enough to make your cheeks glow red. You could only be thankful that Akira wasn’t letting go of you nor did Sojiro want to ask you something in particular. “Good night you two.”, you faintly heard Sojiro bid his goodbye over the pounding within your ears.You knew the coast was practically clear now yet you refused to come out of your hiding spot. First of all, it was comfortable and second of all, you weren’t too sure in which mood Akira was. He could be the sweet and loving boyfriend that would take care of you and softly rub your back to get rid of the uneasy feeling you harbored or he could be in his little shit mode - what you liked to call it - and tease you about it. After all, he was unpredictable. “Are you embarrassed?”, Akira asked, sincerity filling his voice that made you give in, clearing your doubts and raising your head to look up at him. Instead of answering his question, you countered it. “Why should I be embarrassed?”, he responded to your question, eyes filled with wonder and innocence that could resemble a little child that didn’t know any better, “It was just Sojiro anyway.” You had to admit to yourself that he was right, but you still couldn’t shake it off. You could only be like this with him when you could let yourself go completely - and that was only possible when you two could be alone.

Except for the movie in the background, silence fell upon you once more as you snuggled into him and tried to shake off the feeling and sleep was slowly welcoming you with open arms. You smiled in content, simply happy that you were fortunate enough to fall asleep in Akiras arms when he spoke up out of a sudden, the one thing you had thought about earlier happening anyway, “You don’t know but, you’re actually pretty cute when you get embarrassed.”

Can we get some jealousy? Like Akira being jealous when SO is being overly cuddly with Morgana (he's just so cute, isn't he, Akira? / did akira feed you,you poor sweetheart? You look hungry? (Akira: morgana is always hungry))

The thought of this was so cute, I read it and went to work on it instantly! Also you adding Akira’s answer was pretty funny to me (the dry humour) so I hope it’s okay that I added it into the oneshot! I wasn’t too sure if reader can hear Morgana talk, but due to your wording it sounded like no and would make Akira’s answer even more fitting, so I chose a reader who can’t hear him

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Cat in the bag

Genre: Fluff TW: None Words: 1.6k

It was a Friday evening like many, the chill September breeze sweeping through the attic yet it wasn’t as uncomfortable as it would sound like. Prior to your arrival Akira had opened the windows above his bed on purpose to get rid of the warm and stuffy air that had built up throughout the day. September was still very warm until the evening so upon finally ascending up his stairs, you had appreciated the cold air grazing your skin as you accepted the iced coffee he had prepared for you beforehand. It was a gesture that put a smile onto your face as you stirred the syrup within the glass with a straw you don’t think you had seen before downstairs. LeBlanc didn’t serve cold coffee actually. Sojiro insisted that watered down coffee was a pure waste of ingredients, but Akira had gotten some from the freezer regardless, careful not to make the old man cross his plans. Though if he did, the coffee was on Akira anyway. “It’s not watered down”, you thought to yourself after taking a sip, the mix of coffee and caramel spreading within your mouth, “Sojiro should make you in charge of iced coffee, actually!”, you added, a smile so bright that reached up all the way to your eyes. For a quick moment Akira froze, staring at you and taking in your presence. The way you looked at him, how your whole face basically lit up with his little present, made him forget time and present in this very moment - until you called out his name. “Akira?”, you spoke up, “Are you okay?”

He nodded slightly, erasing your concern in the process as his gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips. He wouldn’t be able to pinpoint what it was that came over him, but the sudden tension in his chest was about to burst, compelling him to grab your free hand and pull you closer towards him, his lips sealing yours. For a quick second you halted in your position, until you relished in the feeling of his warm lips and leaned further into him as you felt his hand rest on your cheek and tilt your face to the side. You smiled to yourself; Akira had these sudden bold moments that would always be able to sweep you off your feet - sometimes literally, even. They weren’t too often, so it wasn’t bothersome or hard to keep up with him or any of that sort, but just enough to always catch you by surprise when he was being playful. You felt Akira part from you as he sighed against your lips. Your initial instinct was to follow him, but his head was already turned towards the stairs. You followed his gaze and chuckled to yourself. “Not in front of Morgana?”, you teased your boyfriend before walking over to crouch down to the black feline, feeling the soft fur between your fingers as you gently stroke underneath his chin to stop him from meowing further. The moment you got out of your crouched position to get back to Akira,Morgana was quick to stop you as he nuzzled his head against your leg and meowed again. “He’s just so cute.”, you squealed as you crouched down once more to pick him up into your arms, “Isn’t he, Akira?”, you added as you sat down next to him and placed the feline into your lap. Whenever your hands would stop patting his head, Morgana was quick to complain about it. You didn’t see it as an annoyance though, it was actually adorable to you and you enjoyed taking care of him. “Did you see that new score?”, Akira grinned as he had finally beat the end boss on one of the levels he had been stuck in for ages. The both of you had a thing for retro games, take out and watching him play becoming a comfortable escape for your daily schedules. You raised your head up quickly to catch what he was talking about, but it was already gone. “I didn’t.”, you groaned, quickly getting back to Morgana who you were playing with. It was fun to bop his nose. “Did Akira feed you?”, you asked, bopping his nose once more, “You look kind of hungry…”, you added in concern as his meows became more prominent. Unbeknownst to you Akira rolled his eyes, a short sigh heaving his shoulders as he released the controller within his hands and turned around to face you. “Morgana is always hungry.”, Akira mumbled, not adding that he actually told you to stop bopping his nose. Your attention was already on him completely, Akira needed the little bit of revenge that he could get. It was harmless, but enough to annoy Morgana who preferred headscratchers over everything in the world. “But you did feed him, right?”, you asked, eyes not wavering from the little one in your lap. “Of course I did.”, Akira blurted out. Akira himself hadn’t eaten anything yet, but you hadn’t asked. “Maybe he doesn’t want me to bop his nose?”, you wondered as you drew your hand back. Akira shifted, pulling one of his legs towards him to cross them. A mischievous grin grew on his face as he slightly leaned closed to bop Morgana’s nose. The feline was fed up enough and instead of just complaining to him he had raised his paws, aiming to scratch him. Akira drew back in an instant, quick reflexes rescuing his hand. While your eyes had grown wide, Akira seemed to enjoy the mischief as he made it a game to bop Morgana without getting caught, drowning out what he said that it almost felt like he actually couldn’t hear him at all. “Stop it.”, you enquired as you pulled Morgana towards your chest. Unbeknownst to you, Morgana was cheeky as well and cuddled into you, making it look way worse than it really was by crying out for you, “Poor baby, it’s okay.”, you coed. “Poor baby?”, Akira mocked with a chuckle, “He’s just acting, love.” You knew Morgana had a tendency to be a pretty

dramatic cat, but still you loved him like it was your own, always being excited to see him and take care of him. Maybe Morgana was indeed taking advantage of the situation, but you honestly didn’t mind as it was harmless. “Doesn’t matter.”, you scolded him, keeping Morgana close to you as you had turned around so that your boyfriend couldn’t reach out for his cat any further. Akira’s mischievous grin had vanished already, slowly becoming fed up not by you but by Morgana. He wanted you to ask him if he had eaten yet, wanted you to put your hands in his locks and get rid of the tension in his body, hug you to himself and feel your warmth against him- and Morgana was in the way of every single one of his wishes. “You’re so adorable.”, he heard you say, biting his tongue to stop himself from telling you that Morgana’s reply was a sassy I know. Eventually all Akira could do was grab his controller and get back to his game, hoping it would ease his mind. He couldn’t properly concentrate and the opposite happened, causing him to become even more frustrated. He loved Morgana. He was cute, but he had wanted to spend time with you and not make you become preoccupied by his cat. Your attention only went back to Akira as you heard the TV being turned off. “Why did you stop playing?”, you asked, raising your head towards him as he simply stood next to the TV. It looked like he was contemplating on what to say, arms crossed in front of his chest to shield him from whatever you would say. But what was there to say, anyway? How could he possibly say this without coming off as mean or as jealous? Or am I jealous?, he wondered, eyes widening as he eyed Morgana once again. To his misfortune it had already dawned on you a long time ago. “You don’t have to be jealous.”, you laughed out, saving him from the embarrassment of having to admit it to you. However, his face still faltered. Akira had his own ways to show he wanted attention, bumping his head against your shoulder, lacing your hands together and being closer to you in general. You had been so occupied with Morgana that you had totally missed that perhaps today was one of those days. Even though Morgana seemed to complain in your eyes you settled him down onto the floor, patting the space on the bed next to you as you waited for Akira to stride over. For a moment he was contemplating it, but Morgana’s complaints about him being overly jealous actually changed his mind. Instead of sitting down next to you he took the opportunity to surprise you once more, settling down next to you before pulling you into a hug and falling back into his sheets. You yelped in surprise as the air was knocked out of your lungs by the way he squeezed you into him for a couple of seconds, but you still smiled. “I wasn't jealous, by the way.”, Akira stated as you had settled your face into his neck, his arms snug around your shoulders to prevent you from going anywhere, even if you wanted to. “Oh you were.”, you hesitated no second to put him back to his place. He on the other hand denied it again. “Fine.”, you concluded, head coming out of your comfortable hiding spot as you announced, “Then it’s fine if I get back to Morgana?” Akira’s hold tightened on your shoulders slightly, grey eyes meeting yours as he leaned in and chuckled, “You’re not going anywhere, love.”

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pairing: akira kusuru (joker) x reader

listen to: rooftop piano v. - n.flying

akira knows only a couple of songs on the piano.

“wow, so when were you going to tell me about this?” you gasp in excitement, patting akira’s shoulders in curiosity as you watch his fingers glide across the white and black keys.

he giggles at your reaction, “oh, it’s just a little hobby.” and puts his fingers over a couple of graceful sounding keys that are the beginning to a song.

a “little hobby” was an understatement with what he could do with the instrument. even if it was only a couple of songs, he sounded like he mastered them to the fullest extent and it was quite captivating when he played.

his fingers eventually stumble on the keys out of nervousness and he stops playing, looking up with a shying smile, “and i’m not the best at it anyways.”

you give him a pout that makes your honesty apparent, “but you are the best, here play that song again.” you sit next to the empty spot on the velvet stool and place your hands over his in attempt to relax him.

“nervous?” you ask with a small giggle to lighten the anxious mood of the room and he chuckles in return. his cheeks become red from embarrassment and his terrible effort of trying to woo you.

your hands slip away from his and he starts playing the previous song again, but it sounded almost different; it sounded slow and full of love.

and the keys of the piano create this soft melody as you lay your head on his shoulder, letting the music floats through your ears. he couldn’t help but feel warm at your actions, and grin with blush covering his cheeks.

it’s as if the song came naturally to akira, even if he only knows a couple of songs.

note. akira + piano = love <3

the first time I missed you

GE Saeran X Reader. For my beloved (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) anon.

When everything was over, you breathed in deep and thought from now on, I’m never going to be sad.

That day, the air smelled like dew on freshly cut grass and you looked up at the sky the way he’d taught you and felt sure you’d only ever be happy from then on. You squeezed his hand and didn’t even make a wish, because you didn’t have to.

You believed it with your whole heart.

Now, you lay in bed with the sheets all rumpled and press your palm to your aching eyes and feel foolish for ever thinking that way. In a moment of transcendence, the world slows and everything feels bright—but life isn’t that way all the time.

Even when life is good—and your life is very good—sometimes you are all alone in bed and the room is too hot and too cold all at once and your heart feels like an open wound.

There’s something about nighttime. During the day, being by yourself isn’t so bad: you like to wander in the tall grass around your strange, bulletproof home and smell the summer air and think about the future. You don’t mind sending him off with a kiss as long as you know the sun will still be up when he returns.

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Could I please request the "sometimes I get too embarrassed to say anything" with a more shy s/o?

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“Come on, look at me. Please?” 

You turned your head away again, face burning brightly as Akira’s lips brushed against your ear, tugging the lobe as he tried to urge you to face him. “N-Nn…” you couldn’t form words, tongue tied and throat tight. You were way too flustered to handle this. It’s not fair; the power he has over you. 

He seemed a little pouty at your reaction, clearly wanting you to focus on him. Akira began to trail kisses down your jaw, burying his face on your shoulders and wrapping his arms around your waist, holding and cuddling you as if you were some sort of stuffed animal. “Babe,” he whined softly, nipping at the skin on your shoulder and feeling you shudder. “You’re not mad at me, are you?” Akira sounded a little worried⁠— he was worried. Though he knew you were on the shy side, even in private, it worried him at times when you froze up like that. 

You shook your head, the heat rising to your ears. You didn’t want to concern him, you just… “S…Sometimes I…” you began, stumbling over your words as Akira held you close to him, swaying a little. “I get too embarrassed to… to say anything… You just take me by surprise too much and my heart can’t take it.” It was embarrassing to even admit it, but you did. 

Akira went silent, simply listening to you and pondering for a few long moments, still swaying, before he lifted his head off of your shoulder and pressed his forehead against yours, drawing out a cute squeak at the intensity of his gaze in both seriousness and love. “…I’m going to give you three seconds to take deep breaths before I kiss you, because my life really does depend on it when you act that cute.” 

“Wh⁠—” 

“Three.”

You huffed and shook your head, hands on your face, covering your flustered expression, though you heeded his words, taking in deep breaths. Before you could even move your hands, Akira pounced, pulling your wrists away and kissing you so deeply you fell back with him toppling over you, muffling the sounds you made as his desperate kisses stole your breath⁠— and your heart⁠— over and over again. He would seriously be the death of you. 

Sunday (Akira Kurusu x You)

A/N: holy shit im writing for persona again who saw that coming!!! 

Word Count: 3,400+

Summary: You used to be friends with all of the Phantom Thieves. But now? You aren’t sure where you stand in their life as you sit in the diner, stood up once again. 

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Where have you been?

Been searching all along

Came facing twilight, on and on,

Without a clue

Without a sign…

The rain comes down in thick sheets outside, the water smacking down on the roof and windows of the diner you sat in, undisturbed and dry. You had luckily made it in on time before the downpour started… but the seat across from you remained empty. 

Truthfully, as sure as the weather, you had expected just as much that he wouldn’t show. Akira, though only a high schooler, same as you, seemed unusually busy. Plans always seemed to fall through… but it seemed he always had time for the other friends he met along the way. Friends that you met, too, and you felt like you belonged with. Friends that were all dear to you- but maybe you weren’t as dear to them. 

You sigh as you run the tips of your fingers against the rim of the coffee mug in front of you. It’s been empty for quite a while, and the coffee tastes nowhere near as good as Boss’s. You were upset that your friend had decided to be a no show again, but you can’t bring yourself to be disappointed. As stated before, you weren’t expecting anything different. 

Maybe it was silly to keep this charade going, you think. Maybe it was time to finally face the facts. 

Without grasping yet, 

The real question to be asked…

Where have I been?

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[sᴄ] 𝐰𝐞❜𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: you find out akira has to move away for a while [angst]

ᴀ/ɴ: gn reader - not proof read 😟

“What do you mean, ‘kira?” your voice trembles as you stare into Akira’s grey orbs, watery eyes glinting so prettily under the moons hue that makes him look so vulnerable.

“They’re gonna put me on probation” He explains shakily, fingers toying with the grey fabric of his long and over worn hoodie. His paler face is scratched up, small yet angry red marks carved into the delicate and porcelain like skin. Your hands wonder up to the markings, thumbs delicately tracing over the cuts as he leans into the touch, a small smile spreading across his solemn features.

His arms slither to wrap around your waist, tugging you towards his slender frame as he tries his best to memorise how your body fits so perfectly next to his. He knows that you’re worrying about his well-being, millions of thoughts racing through that beautiful head of yours which only end up eating away at you and forming a serpent like feeling that pulls at your gut.

Yet, you chew at your lip and ask the questions that’s eating at you the most.

“You’re not going to be gone forever..right?” Akira giggles softly, hands smoothing over the texture of your windswept hair in a comforting manner.

“No..but for a few months” He answers “I’m not sure how far I’ll be from you but,” He trails off, hand travelling from the locks of your hair to rub comfortingly against the skin of your cheek.

“I’ll always think of you”

“I’d hope so, ‘Kira” Playfully rolling your eyes, you tug at the sleeve of his hoodie to bring his face towards your own to press a soft kiss against his lips. You’re trembling at you do so, eyes glazing over with unshed tears as you try to pour your emotions into one, fleeting kiss.

Akira feels his own heart constrict at the sound of your own breath getting caught in your throat as you try to suppress the sob that’s clawing at your throat to be released. It’s not fair. It’s really not. He shouldn’t be punished for stopping a man from trying to force himself on a woman - better yet, he shouldn’t have a criminal record at the age of 17 but life is so unfair at times.

He shouldn’t feel the pain of being unfairly taken away from those he loves at the age of 17 even if it’s only for a short while.

Yet, the only thing keeping him together was the three short words he whispered to you as he’s taken away from his home a few days later.

“We’ll meet again”

Wishful Thinking

Fandom: Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Sumire|Kasumi Yoshizawa/Violet

Summary: Sumire knew that she was only fooling herself from seeing the truth. Again.

One-shot

Content: Romance, unrequited love, unrequited crush, unrequited pining, angst, heartbreak, P5 Royal spoilers, established relationship, jealousy, unhappy ending.

Warnings: None.

Masterlist | AO3

Sumire realized she fell in love with him after the events of Maruki’s palace. It was just her, Joker, Crow, and you. You and the boys were able to defect against Maruki’s false reality, working together to change his heart and bring everything to normal.

She always thought you made a balanced trio. Joker and Crow always did have a rivalry that would never go away, but you’d be the one to mediate and dissolve any conflict between them. Sumire envied the maturity you had, how you knew how to handle people and situations while being such a capable fighter. In full honesty you both got along fairly well, but there seemed to be some tension between you that the redhead knew only existed because of her. And she had a feeling you were aware of that.

Akechi had also sensed it, watching your interactions. It was a skill of his, after all, he is a detective. Sumire could never tell with Akira, he always tended to keep a straight face all the time. Even when he told dry jokes and sarcastic remarks, never once did he crack.

”Th-Thank you, Joker.” Violet says, face flushed behind her mask as the noiret swooped in and pulled her away from a Shadow’s attack. Though that suddenly brought him to accidentally carrying her bridal style.

Joker responded with a nod to her. There was a warm feeling in her chest as she basked in the sensation of what it would be like to be in his arms.

”We need to get moving.” you cut in, tone empty as you walked, more like marched, passed them. Never once looking in their direction.

”I agree,” Crow voices as he followed after you. He gave Joker and Violet a side eye as he did.

The redhead turned to see the noiret’s gaze focusing on you. He immediately let her down, unexpectedly a bit rough, which startled her.

”Sorry about that.” he apologized before going after you and Crow. He knew that the young detective liked to rub him in when he could. And that included you when jealousy happened.

Violet was quiet as she trailed after the three of you. Watching how Joker’s hand reached and grasped the end of your sleeve. Not intertwining hands, but an action showing his reassurance in a gentle and slow way.

Violet hated how unnerved she felt when she saw you let Joker come closer as you both walked.

It was different with you. Akira’s expression would melt into a softer, more fonder look when you were in his sight. She could see it in the way you both fought together, the grace and strength shared between you as you took down Shadows. How he’d reach out for you in case there was any danger. And the time when the gymnast saw him kiss the back of your hand like a gentleman. Rubbing a red gloved thumb over your knuckles as he stared at you like you were all that mattered.

Sumire wanted to believe that it was all because of his alter ego, where the typical quiet and level headed Akira turned into the bold and charismatic Joker of the Phantom Thieves. She felt a connection with him when they began their friendship during the school cleanup. Akira was kind when talking to her, helping her fend off against a man who didn’t take no for an answer, who wanted to learn some gymnastic tricks, who would hear her out when she needed it, who cared even if she wasn’t her twin sister, Kasumi. Just plain ordinary Sumire Yoshizawa who loved Akira Kurusu, and she was only fooling herself to thinking that maybe a small part of him reciprocated her feelings.

”Are you alright, Sumire?” Akira asked, tilting his head at her. He was still in his green apron, working alone at Leblanc. The place wasn’t really busy, only Sumire who sat at the counter as a customer.

“Oh, I’m fine Senpai!” she brushed off quickly. “I was just lost in thought is all!”

He lets out a nod in response, going over to dry some of the mugs. She found it nice to see him work.

”Hey Joker!” Morgana called out, coming down the stairs. “Lady (Y/N) left a text for you.”

The noiret turns his head to the feline, stopping his task. “What’d she say?”

”She wanted to know if your study date is still on.” answered Morgana as he leaped onto the counter.

”Then I’ll let her know.” says Akira before looking to Sumire. “Do you mind watching the café for a second? There aren’t any customers right now but just in case…”

”It’s no trouble at all!” the young gymnast replied, shaking her head. “I’d be happy to.”

“Thanks.” he voiced appreciatively, going up the steps.

”Young love, right?” the black cat spoke to her while staring at the staircase. “I swear this guy is ridiculously whipped. You should see him when he calls her. He gets that dopey smile on his face.”

”Ah…” Sumire trails off, a wavered grin spreading her lips. “They fit together, don’t they?”

”You have no idea.” Morgana sighed out, tired of always being the one to see the sappiness of your relationship.

Sumire’s chest feels tight, causing her hand to go over it, gripping the fabric of her shirt.

When the redhead found out she was falling for the leader of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, it made her try to act braver with her actions, hoping he’d pick up on it. But she knew it was pointless when all he saw was you. Who easily touched Akira like second nature, holding hands, caressing his arm, standing side by side. And he did the same, wrapping an arm around your waist when a Shadow went to strike you, how open and comfortable he was with talking to you. He showed a more bolder part of himself, flirting and giving you more of his attention.

When Sumire was in her thief getup, she almost thought she saw his eyes trail over her thighs, bare from the black leotard and boots. It made her flush when she thought about it.

She wasn’t really one of them, a member of his group. Though she was always welcomed to help them out. Violet had a fluttery sensation in her chest when she noticed how much she and Joker matched in their outfits: three long black tailcoats, red gloves, reverse coloured masks. She wondered if that was such a coincidence.

Then she’d see you and realize it wasn’t just them. Your attire complimented well with his just as much as hers. Sumire remembers how Ann would tease how you and Akira were like a couple. Ryuji would join in, and Haru would fawn over how you behaved as one. Sumire wanted to consider it all playful banter, however the tightness in her chest said otherwise.

Going to the park, she learned the hard truth. The first-year was frozen in place when she saw Akira lean down to you, a deep kiss shared between you. You had one hand tangled in his messy black locks, the other over his neck. While his was around your waist, the other on the small of your back.

Sumire felt like she couldn’t move, her heart seemed to plummet to the ground. Luckily, she was not in both of your lines of vision. Things would’ve been more awkward if she was. The redhead was close enough to where she could hear the words Akira was saying to you.

”I love you, Treasure.” the noiret said, voice entirely sincere as his face was inches away from yours. With him pushing a strand of hair away from your face.

The pet name struck a hit to Sumire. How funny was that, a thief who steals Treasures in the Metaverse calling a lover that. That proved how much Akira felt for you.

A giggle escapes you as he nudges his nose against yours. “Always a charmer, huh?”

”Only for you.” he grins.

Finally, Sumire’s body was able to move, and she didn’t hesitate to run off in her previous direction. Who was she kidding? She never stood a chance, and she felt horrible that she was trying to push you apart when you’ve loved each other before she even came into the picture.

Once Sumire had stopped, she rested her hands on her knees as she panted. “Why do I keep doing that?” she whispers to herself. “Wanting something that isn’t mine to take…”

First Kasumi’s spotlight, now Akira himself? Sumire put her hands to her face, feeling her eyes water and her breathing hitch. Her heart sinking and turning as she thought back to the memory of you two. All the signs were there, yet she chose to blindly ignore them all. You didn’t deserve to be hurt all because she was greedy. She really had it coming, so she deemed that the throbbing ache in her heart was fitting for trying to steal Akira from you. And Sumire has to come to terms with the fact that he’ll never love her the way he does for you and the way she does him.

akira reacting to a (eventual) S/O that beats the phantom thieves in finding the treasure at palaces, like they always show up near the end to just give them the palace's treasure smugly or clear out all the shadows in the palace right before the PTs actually enter the palace? sorry if it's a bit confusing!

I’m pretty sure this isn’t the direction you expected me to take this but darkness my old friend paid me a visit :^)

“That was far too dangerous!”

“You should be thanking me!”

Shouts and defences fired back and forth as you and Akira argued in the safe room.  Stuck to the sides, the rest of the Phantom Thieves wore varying grimaces and frowns under their masks as they spectated the fight.

“We need to stick together in Palaces–how many times do I have to repeat myself?  This is a team!” the onyx-haired male practically snarled in frustration.

A scoff left you as you snubbed your leader before retaliating, “I can handle these small-fry on my own!  I already cleared us a path to the treasure so why can’t you just admit I’m doing a good job?”

“Am I supposed to be proud?  Just say "oh, nice job” while you throw yourself into danger?  There’s no way I’m anything but worried sick about you!“ Joker threw his hands up in exasperation.

"I can take care of myself!” you growled.

“Oh really?” the male responded as his pupils narrowed dangerously. “Then you can take care of yourself by yourself from now on.”

A collective gasp left the remaining members of the team as they processed Akira’s words.  Your own mouth opened in silent astonishment before it flapped in an attempt to make a comeback.

“Wait, what?” was all you could come up with.

Your regret, however, was far too late.  Akira had already turned his back to you and approached the others with a neutral air and discussed further plans for the Palace.  The other thieves were clearly uncomfortable, but stayed out of the personal dispute.  You tried to call out to the male, but all you received in return was the back of Akira’s black trench coat.

should i say, “i love you.” | kenma

Synopsis: How far can “I love you,” take you if “I don’t know,” is what’s been on repeat for six years now? In which Kenma has a habit of shrugging his shoulders when faced with choice, while you’re on the opposite end, realizing that sometimes– to want isn’t always selfish.

Characters: Kozume Kenma

Genre/Tags: Slice of Life, Long term relationship, Hurt/Comfort, A leedle angst | WC: 10,400+

a/n: this piece was commed by @keisukesbaji​ ily x a million 

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commissions | ko-fi

It’s never been a comfort how for most of your life, you’ve found that you lived through quite a series of “I don’t knows.”

Like just going with the flow, you think. You’re content with what’s there, because what’s there works. While being stagnant wasn’t a comfort, the fact that hurt could become avoidable was. So you worked like that, because it’s what you knew.

Morning was defined by seven AM and night at seven PM. You had cereal for breakfast, or rice if you wanted a full meal, and ate what was the most convenient for lunch and dinner. From the food on your plate to the plans that fell on your lap, you like to think that it wasn’t a matter of serious planning but rather just acceptance of what’s there.

You didn’t mind, because you didn’t hurt. And what didn’t hurt—couldn’t shouldn’t be able to bother you all too bad.

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Can you write a thing for an Akira x reader, but the reader has this thing for the Joker and Akira finds out and maybe uses calling cards to hit on the reader??? :3

[Anon asked so I did my best to deliver!  A bit fragmented but I was focused on the idea of liking Joker turning into liking Akira.]

Onyx hair and slate irises.  Noticeable lower lashes that framed his kind eyes.  A masculine jawline, but his cheeks held just the slightest rounding of his youth.  The traits were all the same and yet, as Akira explained the team’s goals for the day’s trip into Mementos, your heart remained calm within your breast.

“Are we all clear?” Morgana called.

The cat’s words brought you out of your stupor and you nodded alongside your teammates.  It was too late to admit that you had been too preoccupied with analysing your sort-of-crush to hear anything that was said.  Well, you figured, all you had to do was beat up some Shadows.

Onyx hair and slate irises.  His porcelain mask outlined the eyes with a shadow and four distinct lower lashes.  His jaw was hard set with the rush of battle.  This man was someone completely different from the Akira you knew and it excited your heart into a thrumming mess.

“Are you okay?” Joker asked as he released the arm around your waist.

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"When you look at me like that, it makes me want to give you my heart." With Akira and reader please!

❝ When you look at me like that, it makes me want to give you my heart. ❞ Akira whispered against your lips as his eyes, half lifted behind the white mask, watched yours swirl with adoration and love. His gloved fingers took your chin and his thumb ran over your glossed lips. His other hand snaked around your waist and pulled you close to him as you two huddled within one of the alleyways of Mementos, enjoying the peaceful moment together. “Phantom Thieves giving each other their heart… that’s quite fitting, wouldn’t you agree?” Akira kissed you again, quickly and softly, while a smile grew on his face. “I would give you my heart over…” Another kiss on your lips. “And over…” One more. “And over again.”

Thoughts on touched starved Megumi (or Dabi if you prefer either way I am touched starved and in need of validation from very deeply conflicted characters)

i think megumi is touch-starved in a way he doesn't really realize cause what relevance does touch and love have to someone who spends their entire life fighting curses, anyway? i have a whole thing about it in my drafts somewhere but

i think for megumi it comes out to be that he falls in love with you, and one night, very suddenly - he gets this like.. itching need to touch you. it probably doesn't happen in a romantic way. but it happens in a suffocating way - in a "we're in your bedroom and the lights are off and i don't remember how my hands feel anymore."

he touches you like he is trying to remember how love feels without remorse. and the way his lashes settle when he touches you, his hands under your shirt. his brow furrows, trying to understand this endless and broad feeling.

there's no such thing as close enough. and he's drowning in the feeling of frustration, like nothing can settle the nerves in his stomach or the aching in his chest. the way his heart rams itself against his ribs like it's trying to find it's way to yours.

and i think megumi feels love with his skin, and he always has. so when he injures of bruises or hurts, it all comes back to him at once. the pulsing blood and nerves, all of it make him remember that this is the first time he's experienced a love so strong. love is a wound as much as it's anything else.

and it doesn't have to be romantic, if that's not what you want. but you're you and he loves you, whatever that really means. and no one ever taught him to love, but only how to let go. letting go was easy but loving feels so impossible

but he tries, anyways. which is why he let itadori teach him to cook and he still lets nobara practice hairstyles on him and why he calls gojo when he's getting home late.

and it's why he's holding you, bare torso against yours, face buried in the crook of your neck. he loves you like he is a ghost, as if your body is a house he's been haunting for that last hundred years - like he belongs there. it's needy and possessive. his hands are big, strong slender fingers that hold your waist, travel up your spine and draw you to his chest like a tide.

your legs are entangled and it's night and megumi fushiguro remembers suddenly that he's never had someone touch him like this before. and he doesn't ever want to stop or let go so he hugs you tight enough like how children crush daisies they find beautiful in the palms of their hands.

he does not know how to love gently even if he wants to so you don't ask him for that much. so it's clumsy and awkward as he burrows himself in you and stays there and feels all of your skin on his.

it feels incomplete. it feels clumsy, but that's the best he can do. he just hopes you'll be able to forgive him.

JJK | falling asleep on them;

✧˚ · . GOJO is the type to get really invested in movies if interested enough so he propably wouldn't notice you getting comfortable to fall asleep on his chest during a movie night. he turns his head to look at you and share a comment about something happening on the screen (why is he so dumb he could've-oh-) and immediately shuts up at the sight of your face squished against his chest because you look so cute. satoru definetly takes tons of pictures of you, the sweetest and largest smile on his lips, and prepares to tease you when you wake up in the morning as much as he can. and if he's tired enough he will snuggle your closer and fall asleep with you, but if he is not then he'll just settle you more comfortably and plant a soft kiss on you head, letting you sleep and finishing the movie.

✧˚ · . NANAMI is very fond of how you act around him, when he is not paying attention to you. when he happens to be finishing his paperwork at home you try not to distract him and mainly hang out somewhere else, but knowing that he is home and not being able to be close to him eats you from inside. so inevitably, you silently sit by his side on the table and lean your head against his shoulder with a small sigh, and kento has to supress his smile and withstand the urge to pet your head. eventually, he notices how your breathing slows down a little bit and turns his head to finally look at you. sweet, nanami thinks as he watches you for a few seconds before carefully picking you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom(and maybe join you a minute later because he can't resist you for too long).

✧˚ · . MEGUMI hates the missions gojo-sensei often sends him to complete, but they are better whenever you are around to participate. most of the time, he needs some cleaning after because of the cuts and bruises, this mission isn't an exception, so that's how he finds himself in the shoko-san's office with you, sitting by his side. he leans his back againt the wall, subtly focusing on your slightly rapid breathing, and then he feels weight on his lap. he manages to give a questioning look while silently observing your figure, trying to get comfortable on hard stools, and when he recieves a tired smile and a 'please?'' as if in permission to lay your head on his thighs, fushiguro can only nod. it's not long before your breathing steadies; megumi can't help the dust that spreads all over his cheeks as his fingers move your hair away from your face, gently stroking the skin, which visibly makes you relax, and he is glad.

✧˚ · . ITADORI loves, loves, loves to share his everything with you so it's common for him to talk a lot about his adventures. he gets so invested, like he is living through those moments again, and it gets you excited and interested too. when he is tired(and i'm sure this pretty boy can get really tired) yuuji often tends to zone out for a brief second and then come back to telling his story, but eventually exhaustion will take over him and i believe he is the first one to fall asleep most of the time. you are not mad, of course; he looks adorable while mumbling something in his sleep and drooling a little bit so you just join him, letting him wrap his arms around your figure to bring you closer with a content sigh.

What it’s Like to Kiss Keiji Akaashi

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HEADCANON + VARIOUS || wearing their clothes

request: I don’t know why no one requested this classic yet but how would toge,yuta,and megumi react to female reader, wearing their clothes and acting like them?

note: lowkey boys brains will go brr brr  LMAO - but this one is so cute >< like i want to wear their clothes too~ i wanted this to be just like an ask but then i got sidetracked and it became a headcanon cx but i hope you enjoy it regardless~

pronouns: she/her

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pairings: inumaki x gn!reader, junpei x gn!reader, itadori x gn!reader, megumi x gn!reader

genre: sfw/fluff

tw: none. 

a/n: pls grab your tissues for junpei, that shit made me sob he’s so precious please. 

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ʃ♡ƪ Loving series ʃ♡ƪ

Loving Inumaki

ʃ♡ƪ Falling in love with Inumaki was an experience on its on, it was different. A good type of different. Smiles were rare, saved only for the privacy of his dorm or for perilous missions to sooth your nerves. Instead of romantic mementos your pockets held travel-sized cure throat and pain killers which oddly enough warmed your heart.

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‘you look pretty today :)’ you glanced up from the screen in your hands to lock gaze with the pretty fair haired boy sat opposite you on the bed. “thanks, i try.” you muttered light heartedly, gentle warmth ghosting up to the tips of your ears.

inumaki began to type once more as three dots indicating a reply appeared on your own screen. ‘that’s okay, just wanted to tell you’

you smiled at the text in grey under the first once he sent. “you don’t have to tell me that every time you see me you know.” you spoke gently, eyes soft looking upon your boyfriend who had his own phone held in his hand. ‘yeah i know, i just wanna make sure you know though,, texts aren’t the best way to communicate :( ’

before you could reply, the soft tapping sounds of typing were heard once again as inumaki typed out another text. ‘i hope you believe everything i type in these because i do mean it.’ your heart fluttered slightly at this message. while his speaking issue wasn’t ideal, inumaki always made sure to do his best to tell you how much he loved and cherished you, even if he verbally couldn’t affirm you.

“you know,” you spoke softly, slowing crawling over to his side on your bed. making home in his arms, you inhaled the familiar scent of fresh laundry as you rested your head on his shoulder. “you could always show me that you mean these things.”

you had only intended for you comment to be perceived as light hearted with no pressure attached to it, but your boyfriend’s heart jumped ever so slightly at the sudden close contact between the two of you and your suggestive comment certainly didn’t help.

you had a point though, speech was one restriction, but as the common preaching had always been taught “actions speak louder than words” inumaki gently took your hand into his own before looking tenderly into your pretty eyes.

placing your hand gently above his heart, the warm palm of your hand blanketed over the soft, but excited heart rate that indicated the love he held for you. with the sudden pick up in pace you knew this was his way of saying ‘this is how much i love you’ without having to verbally voice it. delicate butterflies fluttered inside of you as inumaki held eye contact only further instigating his silent but meaningful proclamation of love for you.

speech was definitely off the table when it came to telling you how he felt, but inumaki would never let a day go by without telling you how he felt in his own love language tailored specifically for you to understand. your boyfriend loved you and it was the ringing of his heart that told you everyday.