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may i request a spiderman!kazuha ?? like imagine him knocking on your window to steal u from ur bedroom oh my god.

SPIDERMAN KISSES. kaedehara kazuha

dating the crime fighting hero himself.

ft. kaedehara kazuha x genderneutral reader.

warnings : fluff, slight hurt/comfort, mentions of blood and bruises (not in detail), mentions of falling.

sticky note : SPIDERMAN KAZUHA I HOPE I DID HIM JUSTICE !!! cr to @kazewhara for the "i won't let you fall" part :] also warning this is extremely long,,, uve been warned !!

genshin impact taglist : @irethepotato @cxlrose @avienrose @sohyuki @tb3ih @rqkuya @datu-tadhana @dyedmomijis @dvlfyo @lynnforever @solaxena

pre-relationship.

you're kazuha's first everything. first friend, first crush, first heartbreak, everything. the first time he met you, you'd asked about what he was writing.

he was the new kid, quiet at the back of class, constantly dozing off or looking out the window.

so when you approached him first, he was honestly really surprised, and when you'd asked about his poetry and listened to his rambling, it honestly made his entire month :((

ever since you then, you've been attached by the hip. even at school, he's always been with you, whispering jokes in the middle of class and laughing as you attempt to hide from the teacher.

when he isn't at home, he's almost always at your house, at this point it's a second home to him.

he's practically your un-official roommate at this point. kazuha has to constantly move apartments, and jobs, so the only stability he has is you.

i think kazuha would be the first one to fall between the two of you. at first it's just a small crush, hopeless pining since the two of you were kids.

except everytime he makes an attempt to tell you, or even hint at it, it goes over your head.

you're so oblivious it PAINS him. you're literally cuddling in your bed and you STILL go "we're best friends!"

so for most of your friendship, he's quietly pining, having to stand by as you go on dates, as people ask you out, as you get into relationships! he supports you, even if it's not with him.

when kazuha first gets bitten, his first instinct is to call you and tell you everything. it's like the moment he gets home, he's already dialing your number to tell you about what a day he's had.

you're his best friend, he tells you literally everything. which is why it pains him so much having to keep his identity a secret.

it doesn't help that he SUCKS at keeping secrets. every time he lies, you always, ALWAYS know, it's honestly scary.

kazuha doesn't even know how he managed to keep it under wraps this whole time.

he hates lying to you. it puts a pit in his stomach whenever he does it, but he has to.

eventually, he just starts plain avoiding you because he's sure he wouldn't be able to look you in the eye without spilling everything.

he doesn't sit next to you at school, bee-lining straight to the restroom or to an empty classroom everytime you try to approach him.

he doesn't even reply to your texts anymore, despite you literally BRIBING him.

you: ill buy u,, lunch ,, for the month,, pls reply :(

you: did i do anything wrong? you need to tell me, kazuha.

not talking to you was the hardest thing he's had to do in his LIFE. kazuha has to constantly assure himself that you'll be better off without him, or that he's doing the right thing by protecting you.

i think the breaking point for him would be after one of his first, real battles, he's bruised and sure he has a bleeding nose, but the only thing he can think of is seeing you.

it's 2 am and before he can stop himself, he's already at your bedroom window, watching you work at your desk.

honestly, he wasn't even planning on knocking, kazuha just wanted to look at you for a moment before he had to go home.

but when you looked back at him, he JUMPED out of his skin, nearly falling off your fire escape.

your first instinct was to laugh, but it eventually grew into concern when he didn't reply, you opened your window to peer outside

at that point, kazuha's too deep in to just leave now, so when you offer him a hand, he takes in.

the second he's inside your room, he practically collapses into you. kazuha buries his face into your neck because oh my god he's in your room again and you're hugging him, he forgets he hasn't removed his mask.

"i love you, i love you so much [name.]"

"uhm—spiderman? im? flattered, but im already interested in someone??"

at first he's dejected, mumbling apologies for waking you up and bothering you, crying into the crook of your neck until it finally clicks.

spiderman?

OH SPIDERMAN!

"wait nono—not as spiderman! i meant—agh."

kazuha takes off his mask quickly, then panicks when he realizes what he just did and tried to put in back on and—

you'll have to hold him by his wrists to get him to calm down and not jump out your window.

"where were you?—i mean it wasn't my business but you just stopped talking to me and i was so worried?? and you're spiderman?? i thought maybe i said something?? or you'd gotten hurt and i didn't get to say i love you and—"

kazuha's barely listening when you make him sit down on your bed, gazing up at you with a sheepish smile as you scold him, bandaging his wounds.

when you're finally done with your rant, he's just staring at you. not even trying to hide it, just flat out staring with an unconscious smile on his face.

"you didn't get to say i love you?"

"what."

kazuha laughs, and you don't know how much you missed his laugh until you've heard it again.

he gets up, kissing your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder, breathing a sigh of relief for the first time in a while.

"i love you. i love you, i love you—i love you so much."

he whispers, and you wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't so close to you ear, he said it under his breath, like you were the only person he'd ever want to tell.

during the relationship.

MY GOD HE'S SO ANNOYING

ever since you said you loved him back he's been quietly teasing you for it, as if he didn't confess first.

he's at your apartment more often that he is at his ACTUAL house that you're convinced he's a hermit.

kazuha is either home wayy before you are, or home really late at night.

you'd come home and he's already asleep in your bed, or writing at your desk and he's just ",,, welcome home :D ,, haha,," while you sigh.

or sometimes you come in and he's literally bleeding to death on your windowsill and his only excuse is "i didn't want to get blood on ur bed :("

he calls you his personal nurse whenever you patch him up, mumbling about his day or asking about yours.

i think despite everything, kazuha really doesn't know how he got someone like you.

sometimes, really late at night, he whispers poems and phrases that remind him of you, because despite everything, kazuha doesn't want to cry in front of you.

maybe sometimes he'll slip up and let a few tears shed, but he quickly wipes them and tries to change the topic or simply leave whenever it happens.

you'll have to assure him that he's safe with you, and you wouldn't think for him any differently.

pls do he'll cry but it's actually happy tears

everytime he knocks on your window, he's always EXTREMELY tired, hugging you and dragging you into bed, knocking out as soon as he's sure you're comfortable.

kazuha's always guilty that he has so much to juggle that he tries his best to give you little gifts or notes whenever he can so that you don't miss him when he's gone.

things like sticky notes on your laptop and notebooks, or love letters in between the pages of your textbook, or small bouquets of flowers with handwritten cards attached to them.

he signs them with a spider and a leaf and thinks he's being SOO sneaky acting like he's surprised you got any.

"kazuha, thank you for the flowers earlier."

"flowers???? :O !! ppffftt i didn't get you flowers,,,, you have a secret admirer!!"

but really the only secret admirer is him, constantly staring at you in class and stealing kisses in the hallways

after school kazuha likes taking you on small dates, things like study dates or simply just falling asleep together are his favorites.

sometimes he gets really jittery when he's in one place for too long, but he also hates leaving you so sometimes he lets you come with him to swing around the city!

it's something about feeling like you're flying, one with the wind. (hehe)

he's laughing the entire time as you clutch onto him. planting kisses on the top of your head when he can.

"we haven't even started yet—are you sure?"

has the biggest smile on his face when you agree, even if you can't see it from behind the mask. he's super giggly, partly because of his nerves and because he gets to show you something he enjoys.

although he teases you alot during, he's really attentive. constantly checking if you're okay or if he should stop on some person's roof for a breather.

he can't tell if you're screaming out of pure terror or because of the adrenaline, but he's sure to tighten his grip on your waist anyway.

"KAZU—spiderman if you drop me ill haunt you!! so bad!! >:(!!"

i swear you nearly screamed his full name to the entire city

"don't worry! i won't let you fall— ill always be there to catch you."

he giggles and his breath is hot against your skin, kazuha wants to tease you, but with the grip you have around his neck he can't bring himself to.

instead he just enjoys having you so close to him.

"open your eyes! it's beautiful here."

he whispers but honestly wouldn't hold it against you if your eyes stayed shut the entire time.

when you both finally get down, he gets super surprised if you ask to go again, the adrenaline making you bounce around the room.

you both end up going a few more times before he finally puts a stop to it, saying he's too sleepy to go back and you both have school in the morning.

also!! also also spiderman kisses!!! are his favorite!!

kazuha likes surprising you when he's about to leave for patrol by just randomly popping upside-down in front of you and letting you take his mask off

sometimes, he gets too embarrassed to ask for it, or he likes teasing you, but instead of asking or leaning in he just taps his lip until you get the idea.

but tell him he looks stupid upside down and he'll get grumpy and initiate it himself.

overall, spiderman! kazuha,, sigh,, what a guy ‹3,,,

what’s with u guys treating writers on this site as if their worth is based on the volume of work they put out. u know the ppl who write fic on here are just normal people behind a screen who share their work for the fun of it and for the love of the craft right. have some common decency and stop treating ppl like machines or else there’ll be no content left for u to read.

Once Upon a Time...I hated you

Pair: Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Content: enemies to lovers, suggestive at the end, royal au, arranged marriage, alcohol (but they didn’t drink any)  

Word Count: 3.08k

Summary: You and Kiyoomi hated each other because of the little bad luck you two put into each other.  However, now that you two are married to each other you two are stuck with each other.  One year of being married to each other wasn’t exactly as fun for anyone around you, therefore Kiyoomi’s parents do some love cupid action by putting you two locked in one room for the night.

A/n: Alright, I worked hard finishing this is in one night. This is for @ryesei​ ‘s collab “A confession based collab. I kinda like this piece actually.  I hope you guys like it too. This is a bit unedited then.

Once upon a time, in a world with kingdoms ruling land by land, a prince from a kingdom, Sakusa Kiyoomi, and a princess , l/n y/n, from another kingdom…hated each other.

Yes. Not fell in love, but hated each other.

Though…they hated each other, but then they married each other.  An arranged marriage to be exact.  However, it’s never exactly the fact that they were forced into a marriage they do not like that made them hate each other.  Their full hatred for each other was because all they brought each other is some kind of bad luck.  Your little adventurous self often leads Kiyoomi in some kind of unexpected trouble that sometimes will ruin his look, get drenched in a pond, get flour all over his face, or his paperworks get a little burnt.  Though, you always say that they are all accidents - an accident that Sakusa is always reeled into.  Those are practically the reason Sakusa avoids you.  He just wants some peace and quiet. However, you on the other hand do not like that sarcastic blunt mouth of his. It just brings unexpected trouble with trying to talk to any man you are interested in or maybe trying to say something to your parents.  His too sarcastic blunt personality just pushes men away and also brings your parents to give a whole one hour of nagging.

Being in each other’s presence, you two know you two will just bring each other some sort of ill-fate. However, here you two are…married for already one year.  It may be a good alliance for the two kingdoms, but the servants and even Kiyoomi’s parents and your parents are always in an everyday battle with you and Sakusa’s…(little) fights.  The fights aren’t really you and Sakusa arguing with each other.  Your little fights can often be labeled as…a bit childish. Sometimes, they are pranks.  There are times that there is subtle bluntness as they hide your little annoyance with each other through gritted mouthed words that make yours or his visitors uncomfortable.

It’s officially one year since you two are married. Yours and Kiyoomi’s parents had enough of it.  They’ll play matchmaker if that is the only way for the two of you to just be civil with each other.  Hence, with the help of every servant in the Sakusa castle, you and Kiyoomi ended up being stuck in one room.  

“This is all your fault!” You shouted as you leaned at the near edge by the window. Your arms crossed and eyes glaring at Kiyoomi.

“Why is this my fault? I’m also stuck here…stuck here with you,” Kiyoomi snarls back.  He is sitting at one of the couches near the fireplace.

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genre: fluff, romantic

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Tsukishima Kei had smiles for every person and occasion. The sarcastic one, for when he's messing with his friends or talking back some provokation, the polite one, mostly used when he’s talking to adults, the subtle one, for when he’s near the people he loves but tries to contain his expression of affection as much as he can (but you can still see how the corners of his mouth lift slightly), the one for his parents and the one almost imperceptible, for when he’s on the volleyball court. But there was one more: Tsukishima Kei’s true smile.

For a long time you had no idea it existed, but after you saw it, you promised yourself to make him smile everyday.

“The plane is arriving in ten minutes!” You send the message and lock your phone, looking out of the window to see the brightful daylight turning shades of purple and blue.

“I’m here. Remember to pick up ALL your bags, we don’t want you to lose your wardrobe. Again.” You roll your eyes playfully at your boyfriend’s response.

Happiness fills your chest at the thought of being reunited with him again. Spending four years overseas was hard. You were alone in a country you didn’t know, studying in a foreing language, living with people of different cultures and habits, away from your family, friends, and beloved partner. But as difficult as it was, you would do it all again.

Thankfully with the help of the internet, you and Tsukki managed to overcome the long distance relationship. Sometimes the time difference got in the way, but waking up to an audio of the blond wishing you a good day and encouraging you to keep going was a big boost to start the day in a good mood. You had scheduled facetime calls every week, that you two were very committed to, no matter what you knew the other would be on the other side to pick up the call. At times the distance was painful, not having the comforting touch, smell, presence of each other, but you had to remind yourselves that soon enough you would be back into one another’s arms.

Like your boyfriend reminded you, you make sure to grab all your luggage. Excitement flows throughout your body as you walk out of the gate where people are waiting for their loved ones. You look through the crowd a little until golden brown eyes meet yours.

“Kei!”

You run to him, letting a few bags behind, and jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips. He holds you tight and spins you around a few times, burying his face on your neck to finally feel that sweet perfume of yours.

You cup his face with both hands and kiss him deeply. He kisses you back immediately, both smiling though the kiss.

“I missed you so much.” He says, pressing his forehead on yours.

“I missed you more.”

“Impossible.”

You get off of him and he helps you get the forgotten bags on the airport floor. He takes the time you’re distracted with your things to admire you and how much you changed during your time apart. The phone camera just couldn’t capture how prettier you got during these past years, and gladfully, now he can take in your beauty as my=uch as he wants to.

“Did you get shorter?” He asks with a smirk, patting your head as if to measure your height.

You squirt your eyes and pout, earning a laugh from him. He can see the tiredness in your eyes, a result of the long flight and poor nap sessions during it.

“Wanna go home and cuddle?” Your eyes light up and you intertwine his fingers with yours.

“Yes!”

Both of you make your way to his apartment, sharing kisses, hugs and caresses every now and then. After taking a shower, you waste no time plopping yourself on Tsukishima’s chest and stumble into a deep sleep, being warmed up by his arms around you.

[...]

You wake up a couple hours later to a cold bed. Still rubbing your eyes, you sit up and search for the blond in the room. You lazily get up and walk to the hall to find the whole apartment with the lights off, the only illumination source is a yellowish glow coming from where you suppose is the kitchen.

“Kei?” You call out.

“I’m here, precious.”

When you enter the kitchen you see the table set with delicious looking food and candles lit up in the middle. Your eyes widen and a surprised smile pasts your lips.

“Kei, this is beautiful...” You say, approaching him. He pulls you closer by the waist and delivers a kiss to your forehead.

“I thought we should celebrate your return.”

With his free hand he pulls the chair for you to sit and you do so willingly. Tsukishima sits in front of you and asks about how it was to study abroad, he already knew of course, since you two talk constantly, still, he would never get tired of the things you say - no matter how many times you do -. He asked about your course and felt his chest flutter as your eyes shined when you said your favorite things about it or funny stories of you and your friends.

He had missed this so much. Just listening carefully to every word that falls out of your mouth, enjoying your sweet presence, he could do it all day, he wants to do it all day.

“… and then we had to run out of there- baby, are you okay? Is there a problem.” Kei comes out of his trance, he didn’t even noticed how he was staring at you

“I’m great.” He says, taking a bite of his food. You raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Now, tell me.”

“What?”

“What were you thinking?”

“Nothing much.”

“You were so focused on it, c’mon, tell me.”

“It’s just- I missed you a lot. And being away from you was killing me, I missed you all the time, I missed your laugh, your voice, your messy hair when you wake up, your clinginess. I just couldn’t be away from you anymore, I don’t want to be away from you ever again.” He sighs and gets up, then crunches down beside you and takes your hands in his. “I love you. More than you could ever imagine.”

“I love you more, Kei.” You lean down to kiss him. It’s not every time that your boyfriend is sweet like this, at least not with words, he usually shows his love through actions, so you make sure to enjoy the fullest moments like this.

Tsukishima reaches for his pocket during the kiss, grabbing a small velvet box he has been keeping for a while now. He breaks the kiss, locking at you with nothing but love in his eyes, and shaking slightly as he opens the box.

“L/n Y/n, will you stay with me forever?”

You look down to see a beautiful ring. It’s not flashy, with big diamonds or anything like that, it’s way better, a simple, elegant silver ring with a delicate stone on top.

“Kei…” You bring both hands to your mouth. Tears start to flow down your cheeks and you start to not continuously. “Yes! Of course yes!”

And there it was. Tsukishima Kei’s true smile. A beautiful smile that made the blush from your cheeks rin down your whole body, a warm, bright smile that you’re sure could light up the whole town.

He takes the ring out and puts it on your finger, then kisses your knuckles gently.

“I love you so much.” He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face on your neck, where you can feel him still smiling against your skin..

“I love you too.”

From then on, you started to see that smile more often. But you were wrong in one thing, not only that was Tsukishima Kei’s true smile, that was his smile for you.

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when you surprise them with a kiss! ˊˎ-

୫ includes : bakugou, midoriya, shoto, denki 

୫ note : fluff. may be slightly suggestive in bakugou’s.

ᕱ‧ BAKUGOU’s eyes open wide as you press your mouth to his, your arms finding their place on his shoulders. it barely takes him a second to relax into your hold, his hands moving to your waist to tug you closer. “come back here idiot,” he says when you pull away, “we’re not done yet.”

ᕱ‧ IZUKU turns red from head to toe as you peck his lips softly without warning. “baby, hey?” he stutters out hesistantly, calming down when slip your hands into his. “just wanted to kiss you, is all,” you say, smiling as he nods and plants one on your cheek.

ᕱ‧ SHOTO feels warmth spread through his chest as you lean in towards him and kiss his nose gently. “thank you, my love,” he says as he litters your palms with sweet kisses, and you can feel your heart skip a beat at your lover’s pure affection.

ᕱ‧ DENKI beams as you press a kiss to his forehead, immediately abandoning what he’s doing to plop his head in your lap. “hey babe,” he grins up at you, turning to bury his face comfortably into your tummy, “do that again.”

ᕱ‧ SHINSOU tries hard to hide his blush when you plant a kiss on his neck, utterly failing as the red spreads to his ears. “what was that for?” he mutters, shifting to tuck his face into your side, “gimme another.”

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i kept snickering like an idiot while drawing this

I DON'T THINK FRIENDS KISS EACH OTHER LIKE THIS ( everything has changed after kazuha returned from that trip ).

— genre : fic ( wc ~ 1.2k ). fluff, hurt / comfort. — cw : kissing, flirting, inazuma archon quest, mentions of beidou & thoma. "everything has changed" by taylor & ed. for @starglitterz feb collab !! <3 — characters : kazuha x gn!reader

you step out onto the streets, and the harbour greets you.

ritou, the small island which holds so many memories bitter and sweet. it is the bittersweetness of life that holds people's souls together, you recall a mellow voice speak, held together with ties that cannot be broken even by time.

you smile fondly at the memory, remembering the last time you were in his presence. life was so different then — the vision hunt decree, the war, the rigid rules and suffocating environment that caused him to flee. a life full of doubt and fear and uncertainty, bold risks and willing sacrifices. you remember when this island was ridden with conflict, the environment heavy with revenge and spite. now, as the sun peeks through the dense morning cloud, crimson leaves stark against the sky that looks bluer than ever, it seems inazuma's port is readying itself for the arrival of those dearly missed.

it's funny, realising how much you've longed for those who have been gone. one free - spirited, poetic, thoughtful wanderer in particular. you miss his carefree laugh, his reassuring hands, his silent presence ever so comforting, even while engulfed within the tense air of a wartorn nation's dead of night.

"there it is! the alcor! i see it, i see it!" a high - pitched voice screams excitedly. the child tiptoes over the edge of a railing, hands waving around ecstatically — and sure enough, as you follow the approximate direction their chubby finger points in, you spot the characteristic majestic sails billowing in the ocean breeze. maybe it's a figment of your imagination, but you swear captain beidou's figure is visible too, watching the islands of inazuma approach slowly but surely in all her confident glory. and maybe, if you really squint hard enough, you can catch a glimpse of a wandering samurai perched upon the bird's nest, eyes desperately searching the harbour in anticipation for one special person in particular.

. . .

"kaedehara kazuha." you exhale slowly, ( eagerly ) drinking in the sight of him. he's finally here, standing on the same ground as you, breeze blowing his hair around his face like an angel's halo.

"hi, dove." kazuha is suddenly unsure of where to put his hands now that you're right in front of him. you still resemble your old self — still so, so captivating, he thinks, pretty features coated in joy.

you're home, you want to say, but you know home is not a place on earth according to the avid traveller. but your doubts are interrupted by his voice once more. "your eyes look like coming home," he replies breathlessly to your thoughts.

pure euphoria washes over you when kazuha opens his arms to hug you for the first time in much too long. the moment is short - lived, though, beidou's booming captain voice ringing throughout the harbour. "hey, you lazy sailors! get back here and help thoma and i unload all this stuff of yours!"

"so ... meet me here again tonight?" he asks, pushing stray ruffled strands out of your face.

your eyes crinkle into little happy crescent moons at his familiar request, mirroring the way his eyelashes flutter in content.

"after the moon rises above the silhouette of narukami shrine. as always, kazuha."

. . .

though under the familiar glow of the moonlit sky, seated below the very same branches that have existed for as long as you can remember, something feels different. ( not off, because that implies something is wrong — simply different to before, different to how you remembered it to be ).

"you came."

"of course i did."

a comfortable silence settles, save for the sound of chirping crickets rippling through the midnight air.

perhaps it's because he carries with him the scent of faraway worlds, ones that you haven't visited but long to travel to with him by your side. or maybe it's because his hair is longer than you remember, red tuft accentuated by the scarlet of autumn leaves. or it could be because he's older and grown and so are you, leaving it at a reason as simple as that.

innocent conversations and intertwined hands and a head upon his shoulder turn to doting stares and flickering light in both of your eyes. and before you know it, you realise things feel different because oh my god, i'm in love with —

"can i kiss you?" his voice is almost curious, breath ( and cheeks ) warm. and your answer is clear in the way you lean in to capture his lips with an insatiable, inexplicable desire in a silent confession of your ( clearly mutual ) recent epiphany.

but now he's exactly where he wants to be and kazuha is holding himself back, and so are you — because this is different, this isn't how things were back then. all you know is that those ruby eyes and dimples when he smiles rouse the butterflies in your stomach, the overwhelming feelings you've been holding back all these years, an irresistible magnetism you've been missing all this time.

lips part slowly, reluctantly, and he sighs before running a hand through his hair, eyes still locked onto yours. even if your mouths have let go for air, gazes definitely don't have the strength to tear themselves away from each other just yet.

you pause before asking the question that's on the forefront of your mind, begging to be spoken out loud. "are we friends, kazuha?"

"mhm, why do you ask? we've been friends for long enough now, no?" he grins lopsidedly, one hand still glued to your hip and the other gingerly brushing against your cheek. his tone is teasing but it conceals another emotion you can't pinpoint, something hidden away behind those smooth remarks.

"because ..." words trail off, and you know it's cheesy but you feel like you're getting lost in his eyes — a swirl of complex emotions and conflicting feelings and god, you can see how the turmoil in his heart mirrors yours right now, the hesitation and fear that what if something goes wrong, i don't want to lose you twice.

"because, kaedehara kazuha, i don't think friends kiss each other like this."

he laughs softly, eyes twinkling in amusement and adoration while he thumbs your frustrated tears ( that you didn't even realise began to spill ) away from your face. his touch is gentle and so is his gaze. it understands everything you want to say without any demands — because kazuha doesn't want to force the words that are still stuck in your throat, all the things you wish you could say but can't bring yourself to.

"mmm … then i don't mind being something other than that, lovely. i'll let you choose the label, sound good?" he whispers under his breath before pressing his lips against yours once again. "i won't mind whatever you want us to be, so don't stress yourself out about it, yeah? as long as i'm allowed to know you better, then whatever we're called … whatever name we're given … it all doesn't really matter much to me." kazuha smiles a delicate smile before continuing shyly. "but ... if i were to have a choice, i just want you to know that i'd love to make you mine."

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DROPPING THEIR CHILDREN AT THEIR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL — HAIKYUU

feat — timeskip!atsumu, iwaizumi, bokuto, osamu + sakusa.

warnings — dad!au + them being big softies !

note — sob a little hq dads since it’s almost valentines day <3

ఌ ATSUMU grips the smaller hand in his own a little tighter as he stops at the school gate, squatting to meet his daughters height as her glassy eyes stare back at his. there’s a slight tremble to atsumu’s hands when they move to adjust the straps of her backpack, because he doesn’t want her to go either. “just ya remember angel, boys are gross alright? and as soon as they mention volleyball ya better show em all how it’s done for daddy.” he breathes, a trembling undercurrent to his voice and he doesn’t even realise he’s blinking with his words, but his daughters hand on his own grounds him. “fo’ daddy.” she replies. the words repeating in his mind as he drives home, where you are, a few stray tears running down his cheeks and his eyes a little red but he doesn’t care, because he knows it’s for love.

ఌ IWAIZUMI smiles softly as he hugs his son goodbye, feeling the way his smaller hands curl tightly at his own shirt, a little tighter than usual before he hears a sniffle—seeing his son wipe his eyes with the sleeve of his favourite godzilla hoodie that looked like a smaller version of his own. he remembers how this morning he insisted wearing it because it would “keep daddy wif me.” replacing his sons finger with his own as he wipes at the tears gently. “come on buddy, you’re brave right?” hajime grumbles, his voice smooth and reassuring but his heart warming when his son nods, despite his eyes still looking glassy and cheeks flushed — but he still puffs out his chest just like his dad. “‘m brave.” he replies and iwaizumi softens as he thinks of his own godzilla hoodie he has folded in the living room, because he knows he’ll put it on when he’s home, to keep him with him.

ఌ BOKUTO giggles as he lifts his son over to the school gates in his arms, setting him down with a grin that quickly falteres when he notices the pout on his smaller frame. “don’t cry! schools so fun and you’ll make so many friends okay!” your husband cheers as his son sniffles, trying to hold back his tears, the sight making bokuto feel his own gather in his eyes. “i’ll miss you but i’ll pick you up okay? promise, we can even get ice cream!” his dad grins — both their bright giggles bubbling from their lips after even though they still tremble a little. but with the goodbye high fives and the waves as he leaves, bokuto thinks that maybe it’ll be okay— and although his cheeks are a little damp, with your cheerful voice on the other side of the phone as he walks back to his car, he knows that everything will be.

ఌ OSAMU crouches to the ground as he tilts up his daughters chin, cupping her cheek softly before he hands her the bento that’s a little shakey in his hand. “it’s yer favourite, ya better eat it all, no sharin’ or tradin’ cos daddy’s cookin’ will always be the best alright princess?” samu smiles and she nods sniffly, her lips pursed to hold back a pout because she always tries her best to be good for him. “‘ll miss you daddy.” she whimpers and he softens, “a know baby, but al see ya when ya come home.” his voice smooth before he places a gentle kiss on her forehead and stands to full height again, waving her off with a small grin and a final “no boys, or else they’ll be meetin’ daddy ‘nd uncle ‘tsumu.” but with his daughters cheerful grin, he feels the world settle into place.

ఌ SAKUSA gently slid the small strawberry scented hand sanitizer into his daughters bagpack before he zips it up “boys are dirty okay?” kiyoomi grumbles, allowing his hands to readjust the butterfly clip in her black curls that looked just like his, so he could see more of her eyes that looked just like yours. he smiles when he feels her small hands clasp at his shirt, his hand tracing featherlight circles into her back after because he always knew the quickest ways to soothe her. but with a final “daddy will miss you angel.” spoken more to himself and a subtle rub at the corner of his eyes — kiyoomi watches his world, finally begin to make her way in her own.

finished the flushed faces! went with kazuha, xiao, scaramouche, and diluc since i don’t draw them very often 😳✨

ー unspoken "i love you's" ୧ .˚ₓ ༄ؘ

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, midoriya izuku, kaminari denki

genre: fluff :)

notes: i'm sorry i haven't posted in a while :( i was a lot busier for the winter break than i thought i'd be n i also didn't rly have much energy nor inspo at the time skfjskfn

✧ bakugo katsuki always has a way to let you know he's listening to you. the second you start talking, he'll take his earphones off and put his phone down, subtly leaning closer to you the longer you speak. when you try to cut your rambles short with, "sorry, i'm talking too much" or "nevermind, i think i already told you this" he only raises his brow and scoffs, "so? spit it out." then he'll pull you onto his lap and wrap his arms around your waist, caging you in, and will glare at you until you start talking again, because katsuki doesn't care one bit if he's hearing "the same shit" for the second, third, or the seventh time. as long as he gets to hear it from you, he's going to listen to every word, every time.

✧ shinsou hitoshi wants to tell you he loves you everyday, but that would mean getting over his nerves before attempting to. that is to say, hitoshi says his 'i love you's' through brief yet intimate contact and gestures. he'll link pinkies with you under the table, kiss your shoulder when nobody's looking, interlace his fingers into yours, locking eyes with you as he presses a lasting kiss on the back of your hand. his favorite thing to do is to wrap you in his arms and massage your scalp until you're in a dazed state, wherein he's much more comfortable saying, "i love you y/n..." he plants a kiss at the crown of your head before slightly leaning his head back, studying your calmed features adoringly, "... more than you'll ever know."

✧ the way midoriya izuku squeezes your hand and immediately calls your attention the instant he sees something he's sure you'd love. when your favorite song starts playing in a store, or when a small animal's tapping its paws in your direction, izuku's just as excited as you are. only his reason differs from yours. he's over the moon when you start squeezing his hand back out of excitement, turning to face him with animated eyes and the most adorable grin on your face. izuku didn't think it was possible you could get any more beautiful, neither did he think it was possible he could fall in love with you more than he already was.

✧ kaminari denki doesn't shy away at all from admiring you up close. he basically has permanent heart eyes for you. he'll gently tuck your hair behind your ear, brushing his thumb against your cheeks, and mutter about how he's glad can see your face better now. if you let him, he'll take tons of photos of you until his phone storage's full. when you tell him to delete the ones you find unflattering, he'll immediately do so whilst aggressively disagreeing with you, saying that he takes tons of photos of youー not because he's looking for the best angle, but because you look spectacular from all angles. when his friends catches him staring at his lockscreen (his favorite photo of you particularly), he doesn't mind all the teasing and the noises of disgust from bakugo. he's more than happy to shower you with praise, even when you're not there to hear them. "how can i not stare? they're gorgeous! you see this?" he smirks as he circles his arm to show everyone the photo, and when he lowers his phone to admire the photo again, his proud grin's toned down to a softer, more gentle smile of adoration, "just... perfect."

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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Warnings: None!

Prompt: “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today”

Author’s Note: This was a request for a lovely anon! I hope you like it! I had fun writing this :)

Word Count: 1K

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YOU FALL ASLEEP IN THE PASSENGER SEAT DURING A LONG DRIVE — HAIKYUU

feat — timeskip!atsumu, iwaizumi, sakusa, suna + osamu.

warnings — none just fluff !

note — this will always be held close to my heart <3

ఌ ATSUMU his fingers drum along to the beat of your favourite song as it plays quietly on the radio and he smiles softly at the way your head is resting to the side a bit, your hand loosely intertwined with his free one across the centre console. your sleepy grip only causes him to hold on tighter, while warmth blooms in his chest when he watches your nose twitches as the sun beams through the window. the car slows when he notices the red light and atsumu smiles when he finally turns to admire the sun against your skin, his features soft because your hand feels warm in his, and it’s similar to the feeling of the sun that warms his skin now. he sighs, a content sound before bringing your intertwined hands to his lips before he allows them to graze over your knuckles — a raspy “a love ya” spoken into the silence against your skin after, because everything that atsumu knew about love, felt exactly like the love he found in you.

ఌ IWAIZUMI his palm lay flat against your skin as he smoothes it over your thighs gently, smiling when he feels you nuzzle deeper into his broad bicep thats stretched over your figure in favour of you curling around it to rest against it. you always insisted you slept better when you had him, so when he watched you stifle a yawn it seemed natural for his arm to find its place — almost as natural as loving you felt. hajime slows as he nears a speed bump, his arm pressing against you lightly and he’s silently hoping you’re not jostled awake when the car jumps, your cheek smooshing a little against his muscle and even though he’s pretty sure there’s some drool on his shirt now, he still smiles because with you, the warmth in his chest still felt familiar. his hand on your thigh offering an affectionate squeeze at the realisation because he can only hope you feel the weight of his love tenfold, because it was still you.

ఌ SAKUSA the car slows at the red light and he looks at you for a moment, your soft breathing filling the peaceful silence that settles in the car and he doesn’t realise he’s smiling, because all he can focus on is the warmth in his heart and the way it seems to beat for you. a whine sounds from your lips as you begin to shake awake, but kiyoomi’s palm is quick to rest against your cheek, his voice gentle as his thumb smoothes over the skin to calm you — and a little pride swells in his chest when it soothes you back into your slumber, his hand resting there for a few seconds longer before the light turns back green, and he gives you one last glance before his eyes are back on the road. with a warmth in his heart and a smile on his lips because it was moments like this where kiyoomi knew, that despite the hours of driving he still had left, love with you made him feel like he’d already made it.

ఌ SUNA his chin rests against his forearms as they cross over the steering wheel infront of him, grumbling quietly at the queues of traffic infront even though it’s already a little past 11pm at night, but all annoyance immediately leaves his body when his head turns in favour of looking at you instead. your head is rested against the passenger side window, while your phone is still resting in your hand, and he feels himself smile at the warmth that blooms in his cheeks at the sight. suna’s head rising quietly from its place before his hand reaches towards you, pulling your phone from your hand in favour of replacing it with his own. your skin feels warm against his palm when he rests your hand in his lap, humming contently as his thumb brushes over your knuckles and he’s still smiling, because now he’s silently thanking the queues of traffic infront of him for allowing him to live in this moment, with you, for a little bit longer.

ఌ OSAMU his hand ran through his slightly messy, dark hair as he slumps against his seat, muscles heavy from a long day but when he glances over to your sleepy features in the passenger seat, his old onigiri miya sweater on your body and your eyelashes resting against your cheeks, he swears they feel weightless. osamu’s movements were always practiced, calculated—but there was something about the erratic beating of his heart that had began to feel familiar around you. his hand reaching out to rest against your thigh, holding you still with his broad bicep when he makes a particularly tight turn in the hopes to not wake you as he mumbles something soothing under his breath. “i’ve got ya, sweetheart.” he breathes, but his touch lingers there a little longer as he smiles at the feeling of your skin under his palm, because for once — he didn’t feel in control when he fell in love with you, but he finds himself smiling as the car slows to stop, his head finally turning as he gazes at you, because osamu wouldn’t have it any other way.

bnha boys as your typical crushes!

character/s: bakugo katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou

genre: fluff, mutual pining

notes: posting this before i disappear for exams :((

୭ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 as the shy, unassuming yet friendly boy who sits next to you in class. he's always offering his lecture notes to you, picking up whatever you drop from your desk like the gentleman that he is, and makes a cute habit of tapping your chair lightly as a form of congratulations when you answer a question right. (he wishes he was bold enough to pat your shoulder instead) when he eventually does get bold enough, he'll stand by after school ends until he sees you, offering to carry your bag and walking you home if you'd let him.

୭ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 as your childhood friend whose house is right in front of yours. one minute you're bickering nonstop as you're walking to school together, and the next he has a firm hand on your shoulder, moving you to the safer side of the sidewalk without uttering a word about it. relentless teasing is normal to the two of you. he's told tons of embarrassing stories from your childhood, but once you remind him of that time you took a bath together when you were four, and you tease him for his "teeny weenie," he could only glare at you as you let out a cheeky snicker, unaware he's actually more flustered rather than embarassed of the memory. he's also had to put up with his mother gushing over you two. mitsuki claims that she's already planned out your wedding with your mother years ago. he acts irritated; you act embarassed, but there's no way to forget everything mitsuki said.

୭ 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 as your best friend's older brother, always radiating a warm, approachable aura. whenever you come over to their house, he tidies everything up, prepares the snacks himself, and will insist on walking you home when it hasn't even gotten dark outside yet. you'd have to keep your composure when your best friend starts gushing over their brother asking them about you on multiple occasions, "was l/n there? is l/n coming too? how's l/n?" when he runs into you at school, eijirou likes to give you and your best friend little headpats and friendly side hugs when you part waysー you're convinced eijirou's just the embodiment of the word comfort itself.

୭ 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐎 as that dreamy-looking, gentleman of a guy, who goes to the same train station as you and has once let you fall asleep on his shoulder. although his initial instinct was to tap your shoulder and wake you up, it doesn't take a while before he decides not to, seeing how peaceful and adorable you look. he can't explain the warm, fluttering feeling in his chest as he gently props your head into a more comfortable position on his shoulder, careful not to wake you up. when you eventually wake up and immediately apologize for dozing off on his shoulder, he doesn't feel the slightest ounce of annoyance or discomfort, but he does feel the urge to protect you at all times. the next day, he sits next to you again, and he feels relievedー maybe even a bit overjoyed when you start talking to him. the day after, when there's particularly a lot more people on the train, he doesn't shy away from standing closely next to you. when people start bumping you, he cages you with protective arms, his hands laid flat against the wall next to your shoulders, while still leaving a respectful distance between you two. you're not sure whether your heart can still take it, but for once you wish the train would move slower this day.

୭ 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 as your best friend who never misses the chance to flirt with you. your friendship is anything but boring. when you unintentionally say things at the same time and with the same tone, when you do your ridiculously complicated, secret handshake yet pull it off flawlessly, and when you exchange flirtatious remarks nonstop and burst into laughter that's loud enough to echo around the room, people can't help but find your friendship wholesome (and want to bang your heads together). no one's surprised when denki stops flirting with other people, but it takes you aback when he starts talking a lot more sincerely about his feelings for you. when he does confess to you eventually, you don't know whether to kick his shin and tell him to quit joking or just say that you've also liked him secretly since day one.

pragma, iv.

. . .love that is driven by the head, not the heart.

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wc: 2,238 | oikawa tōru x f!reader

—fluff ; tw: marriage, mentions of divorce, mentions of babies(?) + guess what ending won? + enjoy my loves, and do request what kind of scenarios you want to see this y/n and tooru. their future? life like after?

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It’s been a year since you and Tooru have seen each other.

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FINDING LOVE LETTERS ON YOUR DESK.

▹ featuring eijirou and denki. happy almost valentine’s <3

it’s all smiles with eijirou until his gaze lands on the neatly folded letter placed on your desk, the corners of his lips falling just in the slightest. his spirits sink when he hears your hushed gasp behind him, scooting past him to pick up the envelope. it’s not long before your friends crowd around you, tittering over the anonymous confession.

the flowers hidden in his bag seem to wither away with each giggle that leaves the cluster surrounding your newfound admirer, the sound of paper ripping open to peer inside like nails on a chalkboard to his ears. and he feels the sudden want to wish for the earth to swallow him while when one of your companions start to read the letter out, whistling and cheers filling the air soon after.

“this was sweet and so thought out,” you begin after a moment, folding the letter back up and placing it inside the envelope, “but i already have a valentine. he’s really special to me, you know. always has been.”

eijirou perks up when your gaze meets his, the crowd parting to let you through while he fishes the beautifully wrapped bouquet out of his bag to present to you. a grin as bright as the sun spreads across his lips when he offers it to you, and this time, the cheers that follow suit only serve to lift his heart up.

the letter is snatched from your desk with the precision of an undercover agent by your beloved boyfriend, brows furrowed in disbelief - and nearly comical offense. denki turns the letter over in search for a name, anything he could place to a face… but to no avail.

he shakes the offending envelope, somehow expressing even more disbelief, and sputters out a, “you got a letter! a letter!”

“are you going to let me read it?” your question makes him snap towards your voice and your laughter is just barely stifled, arms crossed over your chest in amusement.

“no! or— well.” the blond pauses as a influx of embarrassment courses through him, setting the letter back down and averting your gaze with a pout. “it’s meant for you, i guess…”

grinning faintly, your arms move to cup his face, pulling different faces from him until a few giggles manages to slip from him.

“don’t want to,” you declare with finality, smiling when his hands move to rest at your waist. “not when i’ve already got what i wanted for valentine’s day.”

and the smile denki gives you is worth more than any handwritten letter.

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back from the dead!

note from kin: the gif for this one’s probably my favourite one so far, but i just know that the quality is going to get nerfed because everyone’s so small

also, just in case it wasn’t obvious, the prompt here is that that you ‘died’ one way or another but then you come back because (plot twist) you didn’t actually die - though it’s a bit different in albedo’s case

fandom: genshin impact

character(s): gn! reader, diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, xiao, venti, albedo, a couple of other mentioned characters

pairing(s): diluc/reader, kaeya/reader, childe/reader, zhongli/reader, xiao/reader, venti/reader, albedo/reader

warning(s): death (obviously), blood/injury, implied suicidal thoughts

genre: angst

diluc:

diluc has many feelings about this situation, the main one being: why

why would you do this to him? do you enjoy torturing him? is that it?

no, that’s not fair... he knows you didn’t mean to make everyone think you’d up and died on them

but still. two weeks. two ENTIRE weeks he’d thought you were gone

it had been a simple trek to dragonspine, and you’d reassured him that you’d be fine without him, so he’d stayed behind to deal with business, while you put up a request for some volunteers from the adventurer’s guild to come with you

in the end, a team of five left mondstadt city. only four came back.

three days after you left, diluc opened the door of dawn winery to see those four ghostly, stricken faces staring back at him. not a word was said for a good minute, but in that moment, he already knew what news they were about to deliver

he stopped them before they could recount the details of your inability to outrun the avalanche and subsequent fall. his mind had already laid out every agonising moment for him, from your last thoughts to your last breath - did you think of him? did you call for him, hoping against all hope that he would save you? did you die waiting for a hero that never came?

the next day, he joined the volunteers who set out to recover your body. if any of them noticed the lonely figure trailing behind them, head lowered and dragging his feet as if the weight of the world had fallen on his shoulder, they didn’t say a word

he dug first with his weapon, igniting the metal with his pyro vision so that it cut through the snow easily, and when that became too heavy for his grief-exhausted arms to bear, he dropped it and dug with his hands instead, refusing to give up, even when the cold seeped through his gloves and bit into his hands until the skin began to crack and bleed

but, in the end, they could only bury an empty casket. despite all of his efforts, they couldn’t find your body.

he chooses a quiet place by the vineyards of dawn winery and marks the grave with a simple headstone, vowing that he’ll come by every day to polish it - even when he’s old and grey, and the flowers have stopped springing up in the grass

and, of course, THAT’S when you finally decide to show up

“what’s with the long face?”

there you stand, in the flesh, perfectly healthy if not a little malnourished, still dressed in the now rather tattered clothes that you set out in, and, most importantly, alive

he can hardly believe it. in fact, he doesn’t believe it for a good moment or two; he turns away, blinking hard as frustrated tears threaten to running down his face. surely he can’t be so grief-stricken that he’s started hallucinating?

but then you walk up to him and set a hand on his arm, a comforting and wonderfully solid hand, and the warmth in your voice as you ask him what’s wrong is too true to life, too inimitable to be an illusion. it’s you, and you’re alive!

he saves the questions for later and wastes no time in pulling you to himself, sinking to the ground as his legs finally give out beneath him. you wrap your arms around him, and he’s dimly aware of you speaking, but he’s so awash with his own relief and unadulterated joy that he can’t hear anything but the ecstatic thumping of his own heart

these two weeks without you have been absolute hell. he never wants to feel as he did again. he never wants to lose you again - he can’t lose you again

because this time, at least, you came back. if you hadn’t, and if in the future, you don’t… well, diluc doesn’t know what he’d become

for now, though, he holds you close. he’ll worry about it tomorrow - and tomorrow can wait. it owes him this much.

kaeya:

when you suddenly show up, dripping wet and looking remarkably like you’ve spending the past few days being pickled in brine, to your own graveside wake, kaeya is absolutely beside himself

he’d rather been under the impression that you were dead. deceased. completely gone from this mortal coil.

after all, who could survive being dragged into the waters of qingce by an oceanid? who could suddenly resurface perfectly intact after being trapped under the surface of the water for over four hours?

you, apparently. and kaeya isn’t sure whether he should be throwing himself at you in joy, weeping out of pure relief, or giving you the hardest punch he can for scaring him like that

five hours he’d waited by the lake’s edge, freezing paths over the dark water in hopes that he might catch sight of you in those depths if he went further out, wandering all the way around the lake’s border and then back again, hoping against all hope that you might have washed up on the shore

he knew, though, deep down, that there was no point. you were doomed as soon as he let you slip under the surface.

he’d stayed in the area for the next few days, always finding himself wandering back to the lake, no matter how much he tried to focus on exploring the new landscapes, hoping against all hope that he might see you again

but, of course, he didn’t, and so he returned to mondstadt with a piece of himself missing - a piece of himself that, though he denied it, died as soon as he watched you disappear into the water

no one was willing to dive into that lake to retrieve your body - if there was even a body to retrieve. kaeya tried to return to qingce to do it himself, but jean wouldn’t even let him out of the city.

“i can’t let you go,” she’d said impassively, steeling herself against kaeya’s pathetic, pleading gaze. “it’s suicide.”

kaeya had stared back at her, and his reaction would stay with her for the rest of her life.

“so what?”

in the end, kaeya hadn’t been allowed to journey back to qingce, and the funeral was held without a body

at which point you suddenly walked right up to the morose procession and enquired, loudly, as to whose funeral it was

the brief silence that follows is so palpable that you could probably smash it with a hammer

kaeya's completely frozen on the spot, mouth opening and closing soundlessly as your other friends converge on you, and you disappear under a multitude of tearful hugs for the next five minutes. he stays there, unmoving.

it’s only once the two of you are alone in that deathly-quiet graveyard that kaeya finally lets himself break down. his entire body is trembling as he sinks to his knees right there on the grass, hands reaching up and tangling in his hair as he attempts to come to terms with the tumultuous feelings threatening to overflow from inside him

you kneel in front of him, opening your arms silently, and he can only fall forward into your embrace, burying his face in your shoulder and unable to stifle a sob of pure relief that you’re here, you’re alive, he didn't fail you after all

he tries to apologise for not being able to stop you from going under in the first place, for not being able to save you, for not going back for you, but you refuse to let him apologise for something that wasn’t under his control. you just hug him tighter and promise in whisper that he did all he could, and that you’ll never leave him like that again

eventually, the two of you will have to separate, but right now kaeya can’t bring himself to let him go - not when, mere hours ago, he’d thought he’d never be able to hold you like this again

how much time do you pass like this? neither you nor kaeya know. only the gravestones surrounding you like stone sentinels do - and only they will ever know.

childe:

it’s something he’s heard stories about plenty of times: a lover goes out to war, or to call on a relative, or to sell vegetables at a market in the city, and never returns. but that’s all it’s been to him - a story. he’d always thought of it as something that happened to other people, never something that could happen to him

but it has, and now he thinks he understands why, even in old age, those people’s faces still seem haunted by that loss - indeed, the moment he found your abandoned sword half-buried on one of the beaches of guyun stone forest is one that’ll probably be burnt into his memory forever

a tiny part of him had still clung to the hope that you were alive out there somewhere, but it had already been days since you were first pronounced missing, and you’d never leave your weapon behind - after all, you were visionless. you had no way of defending yourself properly without it.

childe stayed on that beach for a long time. he still doesn’t know how long exactly, but it was long enough for the sun to dip beneath the horizon and for the waves to start lapping impatiently at his boots.

when he did leave, he took your sword with him. but he didn’t bury it just yet - because he refused to let go of that shred of hope

he employed himself for the next few days with looking for any sign of you - day and night, with barely any time to eat or sleep, chasing every lead he could find, no matter how small

but he found nothing, despite pulling out every single desperate tactic he could think of. he began to think that maybe he never would.

eventually, he set off for your favourite spot on mount tianheng, beneath a tree on one of the peaks, but he still couldn’t bring himself to bury your sword there

so, instead, he stabbed the blade into the ground, anchoring it firmly in the dirt - and, after a moment, stabbed one of his own arrows into the ground beside it. he told himself that this arrow would protect your sword as he should have protected you in the first place.

now, five days later, however, when he arrives at that spot to have a quiet moment to himself, the sword is gone. so is the arrow. all that remains of them are two neat little slots in the ground where they’d been stuck

his first thought is that they’ve been stolen, and he feels an immeasurable kind of rage begin to bubble at the pit of stomach - but then he hears a sharp little whizz, and the arrow he’d stuck beneath your sword comes flying out of nowhere and buries itself in the dirt by his feet.

he looks up, and there you are. sitting on a lower branch of the tree, sword at your hip where it always is, wearing that smile that he adores so much.

you hop down, and he stares at you in sheer shock for a moment. finally, he takes two, deliberate steps forward, and pulls you into a silent embrace.

there are no words, no tears, barely even a sound, but the way that his body trembles in your arms tells you all that you need to know.

a long while later, the two of you finally pull apart, and he sniffs bravely, then says with some of his usual bravado, “well, you have to tell me all about what happened now.”

and that’s the end of that - or so you think

for weeks afterwards, childe finds himself lying awake into the small hours of the morning, unable to go to sleep. he’s scared - no, terrified that, if he closes his eyes, you won’t be there when he opens them again

it’s almost funny, to be honest - first, you taught him love, and now you’ve taught him fear

but, in a way, he’s grateful that he’s learned to feel it - because, as long as this fear persists, he’ll be able to protect you with all he’s got.

zhongli:

it must have happened during osial’s attack, but he didn’t find out until an entire week after the fact

zhongli hadn’t dwelt on the incident for long, selfishly indulging in the freedom of a life free of an archon’s responsibilities, completely unaware of what had happened to you

he did of course wonder why you hadn’t come to see him, feeling almost a little hurt, but he reassured himself with the thought that you were probably busy helping out around the city - becuase, despite the traveller, adepti, and qixing’s best efforts, liyue harbour did sustain a fair bit of damage from the whole ordeal

but then he’d spotted a poster pinned up beside one asking after the traveller’s missing twin - a poster that, somehow, he’d completely missed for the past few days (or was he simply refusing to see it?)

your face smiles at him from the yellowing paper, and the single word stamped above your head seems to echo around him

how had he not realised that you were missing for an entire week? had he really been so idiotic as to think it wasn’t odd that he hadn’t seen you on the streets at all?

or did he realise the truth when you didn’t return to him as soon as the battle was over? was he simply refusing to accept it until this moment?

he doesn’t know. to be honest, he doesn’t care.

two days later, your posters start disappearing. no announcement comes, but the absence says two words loud and clear - ‘presumed dead’.

he finds it impossible to enjoy his freedom now, when every smiling face on liyue harbour reminds him of you in the most damning way possible

the reflection of his eyes in the tea in the bottom of his cup seems to warp into your own eyes, glaring back at him accusingly, asking, why did you let me die?

because - and this is the worst part of it all - zhongli only has himself to blame for all of this

none of this would have happened if he hadn’t made that deal with the fatui. osial only rose again because zhongli allowed those harbingers to do what they did.

he lingers for a long while over this, but in the end, there are only two things he can do. everything is over; he can either continue to regret, or move on.

he decides to light some incense for you, and sets out to buy some from a local merchant

and it’s there, as he attempts to make sense of the multitude of numbers being thrown at him, that he suddenly sees your face amidst the crowd milling around the harbour

that isn’t anything out of the ordinary anymore, but then he blinks and looks again, and you don’t swim out of view or fade away; you’re still very much there, wearing a faintly annoyed expression as the crowd around you continues to buffet you back and forth

zhongli makes a decision in a split second, abandoning the incense in the surprise merchant’s hands and charging after you, calling your name with barely-disguised desperation - and you barely have time to turn around before he’s crashing into you at such a speed that the two of you go toppling clean over

the people around scatter, some simply shaking their heads at the disturbance and others standing in shock at the sight of such a man behaving like this, but zhongli can’t be bothered to keep up his image at a moment like this

“you’re alive,” he whispers, indescribable joy rising in his chest when you laugh in reply. he didn’t think he’d hear that sound ever again.

the two of you must be a sight, tangled together and half-lying in the middle in th middle of the street. it’s the sort of behaviour that one would associate with lovesick teens, not the refined gentleman of a god that he is

then again, he can’t really help it. this is just the sort of thing you do to him - and he’s absolutely fine with it

xiao:

he should've known better than to let you see him in the first place, let alone get attached enough to keep allowing you to meet him over and over again

bad luck follows xiao around like a shadow, and it isn’t picky about who it affects

still, he did it anyway - he continued appearing to you whenever you asked him to

it was idiocy - though others might have called it love. for xiao, there isn’t really a difference - because only a fool would think they were deserving of love after committing the crimes that he had.

at first, you were never in danger when you called his name. he came anyway, of course - but then, one day, you were in danger, and he didn’t, not until it was already too late

the two of you hadn’t even been that far apart - he had perched atop one of the stone pillars in huaguang stone forest, and you’d been nearby on mount hulao. if only he’d responded as soon as you’d called, he would’ve gotten there on time.

but he was selfish, and chose to stay there on the pillar for a few moments longer, wanting just another minute to quiet contemplation before he joined you on the mountain

and, as the most damning torture of all, fate had you fall just as he landed on the mountain. he could only watch as you disappeared under the geovishap’s gargantuan claws

the minutes after that are unclear. all he remembered afterwards was the sure weight of his spear in his hands, the wind whipping against his face as he moved faster than he ever had before, the burn of tears in his eyes

xiao had thought that he’d long since lost the ability to cry. how cruel it was that this was how he learnt that he hadn’t.

when he became fully conscious of his surroundings again, the geovishap was stone dead, and you were nowhere to be seen.

still delirious (with grief or anger he didn’t know), xiao fled from the mountain, leaving behind the geovishap’s corpse, and a lump of amber that hadn't been there before

he didn’t know where he was going, only that he was running - and maybe, if he ran fast and hard enough, he’d be able to run straight out of his nightmare, and wake to find you alive on the other side

but, of course, he wasn’t dreaming, and he couldn’t wake up if he wasn’t asleep in the first place

which brings us to now. the last days since the incident have passed in a grey blur, and the fog is finally starting to lift enough from xiao’s mind for him to make a realisation

the amber on mount hulao - would it be too presumptuous to hope that his fellow adepti knew of his bond with you, and protected you where he couldn’t? he almost dares not to hope, but…

he moves faster than the wind itself, and he’s touching down at the spot before he’s even fully aware of it, the geovishap’s body has already melted away into the grass, leaving only the lump of amber that he’d somehow not taken account when he left all those days ago

breath held in anticipation, he raises his spear, and strikes the amber with the sharp edge of the blade. several shards splinter away; he spots something familiar within the orange resin

he works feverishly, and soon enough the last of the amber falls away, revealing you, in perfect health, and a little annoyed by the fact that he took this long to get you out

you can’t really stay mad at him for long, though, not with him looking at you like that, eyes wide and almost wondering

xiao surprises both you and himself by abruptly throwing his arms around you. he’s never initiated contact with you before, and you yourself have never gone beyond just patting his arm

it feels nice, he decides. he can only thank the universe - and his fellow adepti - for the fact that he’s able to lose himself in your embrace like this.

venti:

he heard the news one late afternoon, as he stood playing through his usual repertoire beneath the statue outside the cathedral

he’d picked up on your name amidst a conversation between two people passing by, and while his outward demeanour didn’t give anything away, he was listening intently almost immediately

“...don’t know what happened, but they found their boat by starsnatch cliff this morning. no body or anything, though.”

“talk about unlucky… they must have gotten caught in a storm or something.”

that was all venti managed hear before the two move out of earshot, but it was enough to shake him right to the core. his fingers stumbled on the strings of his lyre, so tense that he accidentally snapped a string

the crowd started murmuring amongst each other as he slowly lowered the instrument, face frozen and eyes wide. then he suddenly turned and sprinted in the direction of the knights of favonius’s headquarters, ignoring the loud complaints coming from his audience

he burst into the building without bothering to wait for approval from the guards outside, and they probably would have arrested him if lisa hadn’t walked out of the library at that moment and stopped them

venti practically dropped to her feet, begging her to tell him what happened - surely what he heard wasn’t true?

but lisa only shook her head and offered to bring venti to the site of your wrecked ship. she didn’t know either

the knights escorting the librarian to starsnatch cliff didn’t say anything about the bard following them, but the pitying looks they shot him said it all. they didn’t think there was a chance that you had survived.

in the end, venti couldn’t bring himself to face the wreckage - because he knew he would lose all hope if he did

he spends the next five days sitting at the precipice of starsnatch cliff, gazing out across the endless seas, desperately wishing that he might see the shape of a raft or a boat riding the distant waves. several times he falls asleep and dreams that your figure was sailing back to him from the fog, only to wake to see nothing but empty horizons again, and no amount of wind can swipe away his bitter tears then

then, on the evening of the fifth day, he suddenly sees something - a lone figure seemingly stumbling across the surface of the water itself, lurching every now and then

it’s been a long time since he’s used his powers like this, and his abilities have waned since the loss of his gnosis, but now he’s able to spur himself to his feet, gathering masses of winds beneath him, and he flies straight for the figure with wild abandon

and - joy of all joys - it’s you!

ice crackles from your feet with each, heaving step you take, and he realises that you’re clutching a blue-glowing stone in one hand

in that moment, venti forgets all enmity between him and tsaritsa, and thanks her with all his heart for granting you a vision

he swoops down and catches you in his arms, and the wind follows in his sheer joy, sending the two of you tumbling this way and that, before finally depositing you gently on the shore, mere metres away from your wrecked ship

venti doesn’t even speak for a good while, just clings to you desperately and refuses to let go for even a moment, and somehow that’s even worse than if he’d been in floods of tears instead

you just hold him in return, trying to catch your breath, and the two of you end up falling asleep right there and then, despite how uncomfortable it is there in the sand

venti’s been all cried-out for hours now, and your limbs are so heavy with fatigue that you can barely move, so there the two of you stay, huddled together like children

venti has already loved and lost once before, and that had been enough to think he would never love again. then you came along, and he loved, and lost again, but this time you came back to him, and for that he will always be endlessly grateful

albedo:

the two of you had been out on an impromptu resource-gathering expedition (read: secret date) on wuwang hill. it was your first time in liyue, so you were practically buzzing with excitement, and albedo felt more content than ever with watching your face light up at every new thing you saw

but the evening had quickly soured when the two of you came across a gang of treasure hoarders taunting an injured fox

albedo attempted to calm you down, wanting to deal with the situation as diplomatically as possible, but you’d been positively beside yourself, and flew forwards, aiming a punch at the leader of the group

somehow you managed to punch him hard enough to knock several teeth out of his mouth, and as he stumbled backwards with a yell of agony, the rest of the treasure hoarders turned on you as well

albedo couldn’t very well leave you to fight them off on your own (and, to be honest, he didn’t think very highly of the hoarders’ behaviour thus far), and so the two of you stood back to back, fending off all sorts of projectiles and punches being aimed at you

but neither of you were fighting to kill, only to defend and possibly incapacitate, so the things the two of you could do were limited. albedo imprisoned a decent number of them in geo-produced prisons, but they just kept coming - it was like two arrived to replace each one you knocked down

soon enough the two of you were cornered right on the edge of the hill, and, noting the dizzying fall behind, albedo turned to tell you that the two of you should retreat

everything that happened next seemed to be in slow motion. you turned to look at him, stance wavering for just the briefest of seconds - and a stray thrown blade struck you directly in the chest

in that moment, as you teetered on the edge, eyes wide and seemingly staring directly into his, everything around him seemed to drop into darkness

everything came to a standstill as you fell. the treasure hoarder that threw the blade stood there in shock, and as albedo stood there, frozen in horrified disbelief, his friends quickly seized him by the arm and ran for it

a wise choice - because, if they’d still been there when albedo suddenly came to, they probably wouldn’t have survived the encounter

instead, with no one around to take his anger out on, albedo could only hurry to find you down below on the rocks, using his geo vision to create steps along the steep cliff face

you aren’t breathing when he finally gets to you.

time seems to slow down. he sits there beside you for what feels like an eternity, until the sun has gone down and the blue sky is replaced with a carpet of darkness and stars

it’s beautiful, but he can’t bring himself to look at it. as far as he's concerned, the stars went out the moment he watched you fall, and he has no interest in looking at a dead sky

then, suddenly, he realises something. he doesn’t have medical training, now has he ever learnt to heal… but that doesn’t mean he can’t fix you in other ways

he knows that he doesn’t have the strength to carry you all the way to his laboratory in dragonspine, but he brings plenty of things everywhere with him - and there are plenty of other methods he can employ as well

taboo things, maybe, things that he never would have even thought to try on any other occasion - but he’s desperate, and there is no such thing as too far when it comes to you

he works with almost maniacal fervour, trying one thing after another and another, refusing to let himself rest for even a moment - because each passing minute marks even more distance between the two of you, and he cannot, will not let you drift out of his reach

hours later, the stars have disappeared again, and you open your eyes to see albedo gazing down at you with a faint smile.

gratitude

pairings (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo childe/tartaglia, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif x gender neutral reader

word count - 3113

genre - fluff, comfort

format - drabbles

warnings - skinship

summary - he's looking at you like no one ever has, and you can't help but thank him

a/n - i've always wanted to write something like this :D many people have waited so long to find their partners and it's really a euphoric feeling when you do :) also yes i did write a frickin haiku just for kazuha's HAHA

all around you is perfectly still.

nothing moves, time is frozen save for the steady thump of his heart against your ear and the slight, gentle scratch of his nails on your scalp.

he exudes nothing but warmth and compassion. his firm arms cradle you tight against his body as if you were crafted of the finest china or the silkiest glass. he situated you on his lap like a plush pillow and pressed his heart against yours to beat in sync.

your senses are filled with him: the touch of his finger pads on your back, his alluring scent, that beautiful voice that riles up the butterflies deep within your stomach, the stunning image of his radiant visage and rose colored irises, the taste of his words on your palette and the brush of his lips against yours.

overwhelmed might be a way to describe it, but in the moment where he looks you straight in the eye with nothing but love and adoration swirling in those misty pools of his, you can't help but feel like putty in his arms.

"thank you," your searing hot hands come up to hold his slacked face, just above a whisper, you hardly recognize your voice that dripped with affection and filled itself with love lined with gold, "thank you for loving me."

diluc.

diluc and the idea of "romantic love" have never gone well together in his mind. many times had he found someone in his youth who fancied him and many times has he blown them off as gentlemanly in nature as he could. though, he could never deny his curiosity for such affections. with a windwheel aster in one hand, he plucked until it was down to the last petal where the words "they love me" rested on his lips in a whisper instead of "they love me not", though he did not know who he wanted to love him.

but here you sat on his lap, holding his face as if you held the world in your hands and thanked him for loving you. it almost baffled him, just how lucky he was. it was as if he'd been searching in a field of three leafed clovers and finally found a stem with four protruding leaves. but instead of plucking it, he gently nursed the tiny plant and came back to it each day with something new. you were his luck, his most beloved person, someone for which he would bring down heaven and walk into hell barefeet.

no longer did he lay awake at night, holding his pillow close to him and wondering what it would be like to be able to hold someone within his arms. nor did he purchase lovely roses for no one in particular, and place them on his desk as if awaiting to one day give them to someone.

no, you were here in his arms, thanking him for loving you unconditionally. but in reality it was him who knew you held his heart in your hands and gently cradled it within your love.

"the pleasure of loving you belongs entirely to me, my love." he whispered into the palm of your hand and finalized his words with an inward kiss.

kaeya.

love was a preposterous idea for someone like kaeya. he knew this and he knew it well, better than anyone else. love was fickle, unsteady, and uncertain. if one truly peered beneath his arctic waves and caught sight of the monstrous iceberg that lay underneath, would they truly stay? his resolution was firm: he would never fall in love. and yet, much like his brother, his curiosity would often get the better of him when in the privacy of either the winds of barbatos or the brick-walled confines of his office.

he'd place his palm on the skin of his chest and feel for his heartbeat, and wonder one day if his heart would belong to someone—someone who would see all of him and keep their feet planted firmly by his side. kaeya thought himself stupid, that he asked too much. someone like him deserved to be all by his lonesome so when the storms finally ravaged his world, there wouldn't be any collateral damage.

and yet here you were, hand on his chest feeling the heart that belonged to you thump ferociously underneath the thin skin of his chest. you were thanking him. the idea almost made him laugh, for how could someone as radiant as you be thanking him for his love. you'd managed to wriggle your way into his life and cause a mess of his resolution until he gave into his desires and made you his.

he still placed his hand on his chest from time to time, to remind himself of his humanity, and to be reminded that this heart that beat so tenderly not only beats for him but thunders onwards for you.

"i should be the one thanking you, but i have a feeling we'd be here all day if i started that war." he mused against your lips with a smile and locked you in once more for another intoxicating kiss.

he was willing to set aside his convictions, just this once.

albedo.

baffled is what he is. albedo is a man of logic and of precision and love is neither of those things. logic can't explain the desire to see you in the wee hours of the night when he plagued himself with nightmarish visions intertwined with formulas with letters he couldn't make sense of. love confuses him, but he finds himself rather intrigued. he's first introduced to the concept through a novel—impulsive procurement. he often never realized it much once he finished the novel, but his slender fingers would come up to his scalp and gently rake through his soft, tender locks as if his hand didn't belong to him—as if his hand had turned into his lover's that didn't exist.

shame overwhelmed him for such actions, but the feeling often crept up on him while his mind lay idle, awake at night wondering what chemicals are released when one kisses someone they love dearly. sketching would take his mind off of the desire, but alas, he found himself sketching two silhouettes on the backdrop of beaches and forests lined with gold and silver, their hands always intertwined.

now, his sketchbook was filled with sketches of you. pencil lines marks the edges, grooves, curves, and dips of your face and body. each line had been carefully drawn with love and precision. it was no longer his hand that raked through his locks, pretending to be his lover's hand, but instead your own hand lovingly tended to the tensed strands of ashen blonde hair on his scalp and pressed kiss after kiss to the skin where just below the bone lay a magnificent mind.

"thanking me is a fruitless action," he gently grasped your palm and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist, "for i'm still learning from you each and every day, what it truly means to love. for that, i am eternally grateful to you."

childe.

love is gentle, tender, and patient, nothing like childe. he lusts for chaos and craves disorder. love—romantic love—was the furthest thing from his mind whenever he drew his weapons and charged forth with a charming grin and a palpitating heart. although, there were times when he'd come across fields of brilliant flowers stilling in the wind, stretching for miles in hues of all kinds and he'd find himself at a loss for who he could show such a magnificent sight to. he'd brush his fingers against the skin of his calloused and scarred palm and wonder what the feel of another hand in his would be like. would it be akin to the handle of his blade? or that of a delicate flower stem?

what a true predicament he's found himself in, yearning for the soft touch of one filled with the blessing of eros yet finding himself engrossed in giving into the urges brought forth by ares himself. conflict waged wars in his mind but they always came to a halt when he felt the soft skin of your hands anywhere on his body.

you held the power to subdue his primal urges and smooth over the rough bumps and edges that carved themselves into his skin. even now as he cradled you in his arms, it felt unreal to believe that you were thanking him for loving you. his hand felt barren of warmth no longer, instead an irreplaceable tug filled the void and tugged at his heart.

"i will always love you, so there's no need to thank me, sunshine." he took your hand and intertwined it with his, letting you bump your unsullied fingers against the deep ridges and scars that lined his hands.

zhongli.

to love is one of the most blessed acts in zhongli's mind. there was once a time where he believed love was weak, to love was to be mortal, such acts are beneath an archon who must fight to the death for sustainability. yet there was a tender part of his buried beneath the bedrock of his heart that pulsed and beamed with every moment he breathed. he often wondered if he was truly capable of love, or of loving someone in their entirety.

discipline was written on the back of his hands and imprinted down the line of his spine, but he truly was fascinated with mortals. not only mortals as a whole, but their capacity to feel the thing they called love. he'd lay awake at night and wonder if he too could love, while clutching his throbbing heart that ached for something he couldn't define.

you seemed to define it all: what love was to him. love was tender in the way you longingly looked at him with those doe eyes of yours. love was confusing in the way you'd beckon for his presence late at night to hold you close while you drifted out of consciousness. love meant many things to him because of the way you fiddled with the broach on his tie or the subtle tuck of his hair behind his ear courtesy of your smooth fingers.

with nothing but adoration in your eyes, you stared up at him and he felt the rush of gold flow through his veins. a god possesses many things but love is never usually one of them. zhongli, however, can say different.

"my lily, you need not thank me for loving you," his hands overlapped yours that held his face while his nose gently bumped against yours, "know that i am truly the thankful one for having you to stand by my side until my memories are nothing but dust."

xiao.

love isn't in his vocabulary nor is it an emotion that comes naturally to xiao. he considers himself a weapon, a tool, and inanimate objects are not capable of love. he is a man of discipline, nothing shall ever tempt him from his true duties. yet the very human part of him cannot help but entertain ludicrous ideas. like the feel of a warm body pressed tight against his, or the sensual touch of nails gently trailing down his tattooed arms. his mind wanders when all is quiet and the lands are peaceful, but that was all it ever was: a dream, a pastime for until when he'd need to sacrifice himself and become a weapon yet again.

but his mortal indulgences were all he had to feel as though he weren't suffocating beneath a thick, black, wave of fog and hazing dust. his palms were cold but he imagined they held nothing but warmth when he placed his palms onto the line of his jaw and pretended that someone held him not like a tool or a weapon, but as a regular man who was allowed to be human.

the feel of your hands on his face never felt real, despite his pinches and slaps to his face to see if it was all a dream. your hands were so very warm, warmer than his could ever be and they ignited a fire within his chest whenever they found solace holding his face. your nails traced the shapes of the tattoos on his biceps and your kisses made a home for themselves nestled in his soft locks. to say he was out of his element would be an understatement, you brought him light amidst a slew of black holes and carried warmth where frigid ice reigned supreme.

he needed to say nothing, if he tried he wasn't sure he could form the right words at all. your kisses took the breath away from him and he'd be happy to give you all that he was, and you felt it in the way his grip on you tightened and the press of his forehead against yours in a silent promise to forever protect you with his life.

kaedehara kazuha.

like swirling red leaves

that fall swiftly to the ground

my heart stills once more

love is poetry and as free as kazuha himself. there are many ways in which the winds can blow for him, and yet he finds solace in treading along the most gentle of breezes. love is whatever comes along his way, and his patience knows no bounds. but there are nights where he sits atop a perch of the alcor and traces patterns of stars with his eyes. words of a poem begin to slip from his lips and yet there are no ears to listen. his private indulgence of whispering poems of love for no one in particular are what manages to keep him sane, but he knows that such a blessing can only come with time. so he waits.

his notebooks are lined with words which he one days yearns to speak, and yet time has deemed that he is not ready yet. the words he'd created felt like sugar on his tongue, sweet and burning hot to the touch yet he'd still swallow as if it were nothing but water.

practiced to perfection was his soothing voice against the shell of your ear, whispering line after line of all the words that lived within his mind. your beauty makes the stars pale in comparison, to hold you was almost akin to holding the last bit of a comet, the tail that shone the most voluminously. his patience had rewarded him with you, all the time he spent alone writing away at what he wished to say now found a new home etched into the grooves of your brain, written in thick ink in the most beautiful of cursive.

you had given him the world, and still thanked him with that lovely voice of yours.

"i am thankful for you as well, my beloved. you bring heaven down to earth for me." he whispered against your temple and cradled you like you'd slip away from his grasp if he let go too soon.

scaramouche.

love was dumb, simply put. whatever scaramouche could not comprehend became immediately dubbed as "dumb", and love was the number one item on this list. such ludicrous feelings were far below the stature of the sixth harbinger, nor did he have the time or patience for love. he spoke these words loud and clear for all to hear, but the silent ache of his heart spoke unsaid words that clung to him and made a mess of his life.

he denied himself curiosity, or to look past the whirling storms that encircled his heart. but every so often when the moon sat high in the sky and he'd stripped himself of his title, scaramouche would faintly trace the sides of his torso and imagine the tender hold of another on his waist. his pillow was too hard to imagine as a human body, and such a silly thought had him fuming the next morning.

love was dumb and yet here you were in his arms, hands around his torso just like he'd imagined and your lips hovering over his own, thanking him for loving you. to deserve someone like you, someone who looked past his stormy exterior and found a gentle core pulsing with violet fervor. where he grew horns and bared his fangs, you showed your wings and smoothed down the frazzled ends of his locks. gentleness was not a word in his book and yet you took a pen and rewrote all of his pages.

"you're a dumbass, y'know that?" scaramouche grinned wickedly as the soft give of your cheek pulled in his forefinger and thumb despite your whining protests.

"but you're my dumbass, you don't need to thank me for loving you. if anything it should be the other way around." he suddenly pushed your face into the crook of his neck and ensnared your body within his arms, letting his words be absorbed by your burning skin.

dainsleif.

a sole wanderer, destined to pursue a fruitless goal amidst loneliness and destitute caverns of fragility. there was no time for love, no time to think about it or indulge in it. but dainsleif has always defied the odds, and even then as he lay by his lonesome beside another quiet fire, he thought of love. the feel of a hand raking through his soft, feathery locks, the gentle press of a kiss on his forehead, the innocent intertwining of pinkies or hands. he thought himself a fool, waking up with flushed cheeks and a mind full of temptation.

but such feelings no longer lived alone in his mind. the feel of your hands combing through his locks were real, as was the persistent kisses to his flushing face and the innocent intertwining of your pinky against his. he would forever be at your mercy and yet it was you who thanked him for the love in your eyes.

baffled and bewildered, he doesn't quite understand why you thank him when it was you who allowed him to shed himself of his duties and become simple dainsleif, who loved you and would give his life for you.

you were real, in his arms and thanking him for his love. you were real and you weren't going anywhere. as tenderly as you held his face, his palms came up and cupped your jaw as if it would break under his touch.

"gratitude is not what i seek, but you hold my heart within your hands and that is more than enough for me." dainsleif sealed his words with a gentle kiss on your forehead doused with adoration and crafted of love.

date published: july 29th, 2021

where they have stretch marks

characters: various

eris’ notes: idk i just find stretch marks rlly attractive and pretty so i wanted to do this

warnings: none

around his waist. they scatter all the way over to the small of his back, slightly up his spine, and along his stomach. they’re more thin, but there’s a lot of them.

asahi, USHIJIMA, kenma, yamaguchi, tendou, TSUKKI, suna, akaashi, SHIRABU

on his arms. you can see where the skin has stretched to accommodate the muscle growth in his biceps, runs to his shoulder blades too. visible in t-shirts.

goshiki, IWAIZUMI, tanaka, KYOTANI, yamamoto, semi, KONOHA, kageyama

the insides of his thighs. years of jumping and running has made his body grow in order to supply power, and it shows in the many marks on his legs.

BOKUTO, aran, SAKUSA, hoshiumi, atsumu, kuroo, hinata, yaku, noya, KANJI

all on his chest. they stretch over from ribs to ribs and are more abundant closer to his sternum. more faint, but dipped so they’re noticeable.

daichi, OSAMU, aone, KITA, matsukawa, terushima, oikawa, LEV, sugawara

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NOT EATING FOR A DAY (COMFORT)

With: ♡ Bokuto + Oikawa ♡ (x chubby,gn!reader)

Warnings: not eating, hurt - comfort

WC: ~800

Emergency Request:  Oikawa and Bokuto with a chubby female reader who’s feeling nauseous after not eating a whole day, because her parents were making comments about her body? ~ “my father recently told me that Oikawa wouldn’t want me with how I look and what can I say, that hurt..”

AN: okay, reading this made me very angry. all of the haikyuu boys would love you no matter what you look like. and especially oikawa and bokuto would find you incredibly attractive because of the way you look. your body is beautifully, intricately designed. they wouldn’t be able to help admiring you. and what does your dad know about these characters? has he met them?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“And I got you an iced tea! Your favourite kind, too!” You could hear Bokuto’s excited voice from the receiver, and the pain in the pit of your stomach worsened.

“Oh… Bokuto… I’m really not hungry, so you can have it…”

“What do you mean?”

“I… I just, I don’t want to eat anything right now.”

“Is everything okay? Just wait, babygirl, I’ll be right there.”

“Okay,” you said softly, and he hung up. You were becoming increasingly uncomfortable. You hadn’t eaten all day in a much-advised-against attempt to lose wait, and you were feeling its effects. You were so miserable that you thought eating at this point would probably make it worse.

Bokuto was there a few minutes later, and, as always, greeted you with a big, warm hug, full iced tea in one hand. He kissed your forehead, and it was only after that that he noticed your expression.

“Baby, are you okay? I still have the iced tea…”

“Like I said, Ko, I’m really not that hungry…”

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page contents: series | multiple character drabbles | fics & shorts | events

all characters portrayed are over 21 + manga spoilers if you haven’t read it

all fics posted under: #i made something! — sol ⋆·˚ ༘ *

series !

if i could give you up w suna rintarō

magic au w suna (+ inarizaki) [on hold]

multiple character drabbles ! emojis are linked <3

fluff

「✨」 cutting your husband’s hair ✿ (f, c) atsumu, kuroo, sakusa

「🍥」 he overhears you complimenting another guy ✿ (f, c) lots of em

「🐥」 can’t seem to look your crush in the eye ✿ osamu, suna

「💗」 clinging onto him and not letting go ✿ atsumu, ushijima, osamu, kuroo, sakusa

「🍡」 eating popsicles w the boys ✿ atsumu, osamu, sakusa, bokuto

angst to fluff

「🥀」 using your insecurity against you ✿ suna, oikawa, bokuto

comfort

「💫」 he comforts you as you cry to sleep ✿ akaashi, bokuto, osamu, suna, ushijima

fics and shorts !

INARIZAKI

miya atsumu

above the clouds ✿ fluff // you try to guess who the familiar handsome stranger you’re seated next to on the plane is

spicy ramen ✿ crack? fluff? // he attempts the spicy ramen challenge

miya osamu

clumsy ✿ fluff // you’re a little accident prone

ITACHIYAMA

sakusa kiyoomi

cuddle fiend ✿ fluff // tired sakusa recharges w your cuddles

clumsy ✿ fluff // you’re a little clumsy but don’t worry you have your boyfriend.

vegetables ✿ fluff // you don’t like vegetables, your boyfriend tries to change that

sakusa and his ditzy gf ✿ fluff // just headcanons of two qtpies

eggs and other love stuff ✿ fluff // your high school friend/crush moves in next door!

NEKOMA

kuroo tetsurō

just admit it ✿ fluff // you get a little jealous

hazy memories ✿ platonic // just good ole friendship man

stars and late night beach escapades ✿ comfort // rest and reassurance under the night sky (for when you’re down on yourself)

libraries at 1:23am ✿ fluff // ur boyfriend steals your glasses (goofing around w your boyf)

AOBA JOHSAI

hanamaki takahiro

for a day like this ✿ fluff // a concidence on the train ride home leads to a confession and kissing in the rain

matsukawa issei

promises ✿ fluff // snapshots of the promises he made at 8, 16 and finally a proposal at 24

events !

sol’s matchmaking service (0400) ✿ 400 follower celebration!

Squarey boy 💙💙💙

Greeting them at the airport

timeskip! characters: Atsumu, Bokuto, Hinata, Suna, Kageyama

genre: pure fluff

a/n: drop a ask if you have any questions about me ^

— Bokuto

In all state of nervousness, you began wandering around the waiting area. There were many fans, supporters and relatives of the MSBY volleyball team. Like them, you were waiting to spot your loved one amongst the crowd.

Bokuto carries his backpack using one shoulder, his free hand running through his hair which he had forgotten to gel as the excitement of seeing you again consumed his thoughts for the past few days. The team exits the plane, bowing to the plane staff in thanks and politeness.

Music playing softly through his earbuds as his eyes darts throughout the waiting area, and finally his eyes meet yours. The moment is surreal, it’s been almost 3 months since he’d left for the international games and not one single day passed without him missing your scent, your touch and just—you.

He dodges the crowd of people, rushing towards with his arms open and face in delight. His heart is pounding and he catches you easily as you jump into his welcoming arms. He carries you by the thighs, snuggling into your neck and whispers “i love yous” in repeat.

You tear up at the familiar warmth that finally surrounds you, not caring one bit about the people around you. You sweep his bangs carefully before slamming your lips against his.

It was passionate, warm and filled with love. As he places his forehead against yours, panted breathes leaving his mouth, “did you see me out there baby? i did you proud didn’t i?”

— Atsumu

his hand is playing with the hair tie he stole from you before leaving for the overseas games. His heart is slowing speeding up at the thought of finally being able to hold you and see your smile after several months of intense training and away games

The moment his eyes lands on yours, wrapped up in his hoodie and oversized sweatpants, he’s racing past the crowd and the press. He’s panting as he reaches you and scoops you into his arms.

His eyes glistening as he swirls you around like there was no one else in the world expect you. Your giggles were pure music to his ears and he continues to smush your face into his chest like a baby. His baby.

“I missed ya, so freakin much. Now gimme my kisses, love ya so much babygirl” He grins, tucking your face beneath his neck and enjoying the sensation of finally having you back into his arms

— Hinata

Hinata was restless. The away games and intensive training was a success as team returned back to japan with victory.

But his whole being missed his home, the warmth of family and most importantly, you.

Your kisses, hugs, your scent and everything about you. For so long he wanted to reach across the facetime video call to pull you in and cuddle with you.

He had to focus on the movies infront of him on the plane, nerves finally reaching the maximum as the plane announces of its destination in Japan.

He couldn’t wait to see you again.

He rushes towards the waiting area and as Hinata’s eyes land on yours, he speeds up, running towards you and caught you midway.

The two of you giggle out, he pressed kisses against your face while you hid in his neck forgetting about the crowd that formed from fans and the press

Hinata places you back on the ground gently, pressing one final kiss to your crown. “i’m back honey, did you miss me? let’s go cuddle now”

— Suna

He looks extremely calm but is probably having a mini heart attack. Words can’t describe how much Suna has missed you over the past few months of training and matches.

He takes pictures of anything and everything that reminds him of you during his trips and he finds it hard not to book the next flight home to just hug you whenever his heart aches for you.

So as he finally gazes upon you in the waiting area, a rush of warmth and familiarity washes over him and he couldn’t help it but to rush over to you and twirl you around.

Your scent surrounds him and the giggles let out reminded him that you were finally here, infront of him, in his arms.

“hi pretty, did you miss me?”

— Kageyama

probably the most excited to finally see you. He loves volleyball, but overtime he finally realised that volleyball isn’t his life. You, were his life.

He missed everything, the morning cuddles, the cooking together, the movie marathons. He missed you, dearly over the past few months

His fumbled carelessly with his bags and items, rushing to meet you at the waiting area.

And when he sees you, time stops and it’s just the two of you. With his bags dropped to the ground, he rushed to you and scooped you into his arms.

He nuzzled into your shoulder, face blushing madly as he pull away and notice everyone staring.

“tsk—let’s get out of here i want cuddles and milk”

dialogues: look me in the eye

❀ timeskip! miya osamu, suna rintarō x gn! reader

summary: you can’t seem to look your crush in the eye

miya osamu

you were seated on one of the counter seats at onigiri miya. the closed sign turned out. osamu leaning over the counter.

“you look at my brother just fine and we’re identical twins.”

“he’s different! i don’t…”

“don’t?”

"i just don’t know you as well as him,” you said, lying through your teeth.

he raised his brow, the slight ghost of a smirk gracing his lips, “hmm, you barely see him though?”

“well it’s just,” fumbling through your worlds, “time is not indicator of quality.”

he laughed amused, walking over to you before slowly leaning in, caging you between his arms and the counter, his grey eyes boring into yours as you felt a heat rising in your cheeks, butterflies fluttering aggressively in your stomach, trying desperately to turn away.

“yn, let’s try this one more time okay?” his voice gentle as he titled your chin towards him, eyes meeting his again, a calloused thumb dragging along your cheek. “why won’t you look me in the eye?” half lidded gaze trained on yours in anticipation.

you were locked in with nowhere to escape, defenceless against his captivating eyes, feeling yourself sinking deeper into the pools of grey, “i…i like you,” you whispered, eyebrows furrowed, “okay? you happy now? you jerk,” lips pressed into a line.

he broke into a wide cheeky grin. “now that wasn’t so hard was it?” he removed his cap, wearing it on you before squeezing the top of your head and patting it affectionately.

“ow, that hurts samu,” you pouted.

“i like you too dummy,” he chuckled.

suna rintarō

laugter resonated from your corner booth as you giggled at some stupid thing the twins were bickering about. suna sat beside you, a lazy arm hung over your shared booth seat as he side-eyed your cheery expression.

the twins having been forewarned to leave a little earlier so suna could finally talk to you alone, came up with some excuse and sciddled away.

you kept it up your facade, asking him some questions about volleyball, small talk, though you were never able to hold his gaze for more than 3 seconds.

in contrast, his faded emerald eyes never left you as you eagerly scrambled to calm your ferocious beating heart. the quickening pulse fuelled by a reluctant combination of excitement and anxiousness as his attention continued to be undisturbed, solely fixated on you.

you fiddled with the ends of your top, sipping more of your drink again, but in your moment of haste, condensation lubricating whatever friction, the cup slips, cold liquid spashing, drenching suna’s top and torso.

in shock you manage to choke out a string of apologies, frantically gathering up tissues to clean your mess despite suna’s reassurance that he was okay.

“bold now are we?” his lip curving into a small smirk as he peered down at you. aggressively dabbing a damp spot on his chest.

“shut up just don’t want your coach complaining if i got you sick or something,” you pouted, grabbing a few more fresh tissues.

“how about this. i’ll forgive you for spilling something so cold on a little ole athlete like me and you tell me why you never look me in the eye.” he proposed, face inching closer towards yours.

“i look! sometimes….” you tried defending yourself before quickly averting your eyes.

“yn, look at me,” his voice soft as your head hung low, still shaking your head defiantly.

“you’re too attractive. you make my heart feel weird,” you grumbled, frown deepening as you looked up to see a wide smile on his face.

“so you have a crush on me huh?” he pinched your cheek, tugging it a little.

“i never said that!” you huffed, swatting his hand away, rubbing the sore apples of your cheek.

“you soo do yn,” he teased as you crossed your arms indignantly.

“well at least it’s convenient, because i have the biggest crush on you too,” he grinned.

sol’s comments ❀: have a great weekend cuties and sorry i always post things at 12am LOL. also this was supposed to include issei :((

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