authors note: inspired by when i asked my mom whether couples who sat apart on the bus didn't love each other anymore
wc: 673
Rintarou was sulking again. That was the only word to describe what the silver eyed man was doing. His arms were crossed, and he was petulantly looking out his window. The reason why he was in this state of distress, of suffering, was all because of your cruelty. (it wasn’t.) The cause for his pain at that moment was because the night before, you had had a huge fight. During the fight, he hadn’t remembered what exactly he had said, but it must have been bad because you had been distant the whole day. He had woken up with your back facing him, and when he reached out to cuddle you, to hold you in his arms, you had twisted away, leaving him in a foul mood the entire day at the rejection. He was unable to focus during his entire practice, and he had even been benched during their practice match. Damn you, for occupying his mind the entire day. You were sitting all pretty at the window opposite his seat, and you hadn’t even spared him a glance once, despite his eyes being glued to your figure the whole time. He ached to feel you against him, to have you in his lap all soft and warm. You were so heartless. He couldn’t help it, and moved to the seat beside you on the bus. You turned away from him, but a soft “What do you want, Suna?” escaped your lips. He took that as a good sight, and holding your hand (which you promptly pulled out of his hand) he murmured, “Why are you ignoring me, pretty? You know only couples that don’t love each other sit apart on the bus,” “Do you love me though?” You shot back. This situation was clearly more complicated than he’d anticipated. He peered at you from over your shoulder. “Of course, I love you. Why would you ever think otherwise?”
“Sure didn’t seem like it yesterday when you told me to fuck off and called me clingy and insecure.” you determinedly stared out the window, stubbornly refusing to meet his gaze. His eyes widened in shock. He did recall yesterday that he was particularly exhausted after work, and the humidity only did more to fuel his irritation. Arriving home, he wanted nothing more than to fall on his bed and pass out perhaps forever, ideally with you in his embrace. However, as soon as he got home you had been angry as well, holding up your phone and saying something he couldn’t make out in his exhaustion. The next thing he had remembered was saying something and the lack of your voice, and then falling asleep peacefully to silence. If he had been awake at that moment, he would’ve heard the sound of the bathroom door locking and your stifled sobs behind the door. He firmly turned your shoulders around and gently redirected you to his side. You all too softly burrowed into his side, Rintarou’s chest constricting from how fragile you looked. As your tears wet his shirt, he gently ran his fingers through your hair, at a loss for words. He had promised when he became your boyfriend, to hold your heart with the utmost care considering your cynical view towards relationships. He had broken that promise in the worst way and guilt weighed heavily on his heart. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, after a long silence. “I was exhausted yesterday and I didn’t know I was doing-“ he desperately held on to you as you made to turn away, “A-and I know that isn’t an excuse but that’s what happened, and I take full accountability for it. I’m sorry I hurt you, princess. Please don’t be mad at me,” he begged. He heard you sigh, and he looked down to you clinging onto his shirt, half of his shirt soaked in your pain. You gave your acknowledgement of his apology, and soon fell asleep on his shoulder. He watched you slumber away fondly, promising himself to never allow you to hurt again.
guys if you dont send me requests i am going to unironically write an absolutely terrible smut disregarding all functions of the human body
excerpt from so called smut: he shoved his ear up my nostril and i moaned so loud from pleasure then the ceiling fell on me but he didnt care and kept going hard until the entire building collapsed and i came
a/n nothing, just chaos- also i cant stop thinking about his hair like it looks so delicious and i want to eat it.
(guys theres this like rly cute dude in my eng class and i wna ask him out but i can't :((() might turn this into a full fic as a celebration if i get a commission on my kofi :0
no cuz imagine ayato seeing you talking with kujou kamaji and just going like “nah, nope, i'm going to be PETTY today,” then proceeds to ignore you for the rest of the day. does he know he’s being petty? absolutely. does he care? absolutely not. he has his pride to uphold after all! you're just absolutely confused because why is your boyfriend suddenly staring through your skull? (cause the height difference ykyk) and then you try and talk to him and he just. walks away?!?!?!?! (ayato villain arc begins) like ur so used to his antics but he’s just so. petty. Like you literally tell him, hey, i'm going out today and he goes oh have fun, don’t kiss your other boyfriend too much while you’re out but under his breath. and you’re just flabbergasted because wtf is he on about?? but then he just gets pettier and pettier because this man wants you to ask him what's wrong so he can gatekeep why hes being petty and make you do favors for him (aka play with his hair while he works!! :0) and hes such a menace about it too. oh, you're going to write? well, you can’t because YOUR INKWELL DISAPPEARS. you want to go out? all your shoes in the estate are gone! Basically you can't do anything (until you apologize to your poor poor ayato but you dont know that) at some point he gets so fed up with your idiocy (his words, not mine) and he flicks you hard on the forehead and collapses on your lap, moaning and grumbling about how his own girlfriend doesn’t love him anymore (oikawa energy if you ask me) ofc you’re just rolling ur eyes at him but hey, he’s excused because he’s hot right? but he’s not done- mf goes on to gaslight you into sticking with him 24/7 to repay for your “treachery”. please bonk him on the head to smack some sense into him.
a/n: why r childe's arms in the gameplay so skinny?? where is my muscular man?? ik i should be working on my series but im boreddd
other harbinger versions shall be coming along, so if you would like, dm/ask to be added to the taglist or just well, follow me ;)
angst (kinda) to fluff
wc: 719
You sat on the couch, arms wrapped around yourself as your husband yelled, his normally easy voice harsh as it echoed off the walls around you. All this was because Childe had seen you having lunch with Mr. Zhongli, his naturally already possessive disposition only spurring his jealousy. You shrank smaller into yourself as he took threatening steps towards you.
“P-Please stop,” you cried through your tears, your muscles clamping together, trapping you in place. Your entire body felt numb and tingly, rendering you physically unable to move.
Childe, as usual, ignored you, too high on adrenaline to hear your pleas. You rarely fought, mostly because he treated you like a goddess, catering to your every whim. However, when it came down to words exchanged like piercing arrows, he, much to his reputation, would do anything to win, even if it hurt you and himself in the process.
“Why are you such a coward? Can’t even do anything without you clinging onto my side- god, aren’t you supposed to be an adult?! How are you not ashamed of yourself, not even having a job and calling yourself a grown up?” He mocked, his voice bouncing around in your skull.
Worthless, the voices whispered. He doesn’t deserve to be trapped in this relationship with you.
You tried to protest, to tell him anything that would make him stay as he stormed out the room but your vocal cords clamped shut. You sat there for what seemed like aeons, listening numbly as your heartbeat slowed down and the paralysing tingle in your body disappeared.
That night, you packed your bags in a frenzy, haphazardly shoving your belongings into a bag as your heart shattered bit by bit. He could cope, you thought. He deserved someone befitting of his status, someone who could protect themselves. He didn’t deserve you, someone so frail that couldn’t even talk to people without a stutter. With that resolve, you zipped up your bag. Looking over your shared bedroom, your heart couldn’t help but feel a pang as you noticed how lonely it looked without your things. This will help him in the long run, you reminded yourself. You walked out into the living room, picking up a pen to leave Childe a note. After all, you weren’t cruel enough not to provide him with closure. Just as you almost finished penning the last sentences, you heard the sound of the door opening. You stiffened as you silently cursed your bad luck, praying to Rex Lapis your boyfriend would just go straight to the bedroom and lock himself in there to sulk. You hurriedly scribbled the last words, prepared to make a run for it before you felt Childe’s warm breath on your neck and his arms caging you in the counter.
“What’s this?” he asked playfully, his chin resting on your shoulder. You stood there frozen, as his eyes scanned over the letter in front of you, tensing as he did so. You felt his eyes on you, but all you could do was look down at your hands gripping the counter to hold on to the remaining shreds of your dignity.
Suddenly, you felt him scoop you up effortlessly, the letter in his other hand. You tried to protest, but couldn’t help but lean against his warm broad chest. He gently set you on the couch, then knelt before you, holding your hands in his tenderly.
“Please don’t leave me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your ring finger. You felt tears prickling at your eyes as he did so.
“I don’t want you anymore,” you lied. He looked up at you with the most hurt expression you had ever seen. It was almost enough to make you drop the act, but you forged on despite the dull ache in your chest.
“I don’t think this is going to work out,” you mumbled, picking at your nails.
“Tell me why at least! I need you to be here, I need you!” Childe cried, wrapping his arms desperately around you.
“I promise I’ll never yell at you again. Anything, anything you want, I’ll make sure you get. Please, please, just don’t leave me,” he murmured. You ran your hands through his soft hair, fighting an internal battle. Perhaps staying a bit longer wouldn’t hurt, would it?
a/n : my first written drabble w a second part coming soon!!
enjoy <3
You were carrying out your everyday morning duties, drifting to and fro from each vendor that caught your eye. As you were examining the fish set out display, you overheard Nervous An talking with the vendor.
“I took note of a huge ship sailing into the Harbour this morning,” he muttered to the vendor.
“You see huge ships all the time. What’s so different about this one? I pay you money to report on trade, not the size of ships.” the vendor huffed.
“Yes, but the ship is Fatui, and there’s rumours that one of the Harbingers of the Tsaritsa herself was in the boat.”
You frowned, walking away. You had heard all about the Fatui, infamous for their diplomatic tactics. To many in Liyue, their arrival in the Harbour had to mean that something disastrous was about to happen. You stopped by another stall, your attention completely taken by the adorable keychains. In fact, you were so engrossed in your inspection that you failed to notice the burning gaze of the slender Harbinger behind you as he strode past. You turned when you noticed how the normally bustling port had gone temporarily silent. You watched as a group of Fatui soldiers marched past, with a tall man dressed in grey in the lead, an abnormally tall woman in blue next to him. Even from a distance, you couldn’t help but notice his handsome features. As they disappeared around the corner, he locked deep blue eyes with yours before vanishing out of sight. You stood for a while, as the bustle of the harbour resumed, unable to get his ocean blue eyes out of your mind.
As soon as the 11th Harbinger stepped foot into Liyue Harbour, his eyes were drawn to you. There was something so compelling about the way you carried yourself that made him want to rush up to you and introduce himself at once. Yet he tore his eyes away from you, reminding himself why he was here. The Tsaritsa’s plan had to be carried out at once, and he chided himself on getting distracted so quickly. As he was led to the Northland Bank by one of his subordinates, who chattered endlessly in his ear, he looked back, hoping to get one more greedy glimpse at the beautiful stranger. As he turned, your eyes met for what seemed like a prolonged moment before he turned the corner and finally lost sight of you.
a/n: i haven’t edited this but its my first post on tumblr so yay!!
Kaeya and you had been friends ever since he rescued you from a hilichurl attack. Recently though, you had been feeling things for the cavalry captain that extended past what friendly boundaries. Kaeya’s sweet tongue and flirty words didn’t help those feelings either. Unfortunately, his flirtiness was not reserved only for you.
As you walked out of the Dawn Winery, a maid called after you, “Come back soon!” Kaeya, three steps in front of you, drawled over his shoulder, “Of course, I’ll be back just to see you, sweetie.” The maid blushed madly, her friends whispering and teasing her. You blinked, feeling a distant pang in your heart, but shook it off. You had no right to be feeling jealous, after all, you were just another disposable person to Kaeya. If he wished, he could easily reel in another girl with his charming smile and sly gaze.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, Kaeya had been staring at you your whole journey back to the Knight of Favonius headquarters. It wasn’t like you to be so quiet, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he had done something to upset you. You had his heart in the palm of your hand and you didn’t even realise. “Darling, have I done something to upset you?” You threw him a cold glance over his shoulder and shuffled closer to the other side of the carriage. Oh, so that’s how it was. He scooted closer to you, effectively trapping you between the side of the carriage and himself.
You tried to press yourself against the side of the carriage, but to no avail. You hated how he did these things so unintentionally, messing with your feelings and fueling the internal battle that was raging inside of you. He smirked down at you and your heart fluttered against your wishes. You promptly turned your eyes away from him, refusing to meet his gaze. You knew once you met his eyes you would crumble and give into his charms again. The carriage gradually rumbled to a stop, and before Kaeya could help you off the carriage, you had already disappeared and he was left staring after you in the cold.
