Ooo imagine resting your head on Mikey’s chest and you start tracing his tattoo >.> and maybe give him a little kiss too
- tired
pairing. manila!mikey manjiro sano × gn!reader
warning. swearing + suggestive
sticky-note. read slowly for maximum enjoyment!
a smile of satisfaction breaks out onto your face when mikey shivers from underneath your touch, your fingers lightly trailing the surface of his skin with the intricate curves and twirls of his beautiful tattoo.
“i didn’t know you were ticklish around your neck,” you teased, slightly lowering your hand to ‘innocently’ trace his collarbones instead. pride secretly swells in your chest when your gaze falls upon the tense locking of his jaw. “if you told me sooner, i would’ve bothered you a lot more.”
“which is exactly why i didn’t tell you,” he quietly grumbles, and you dramatically gasp when he adds with a flick your forehead, “you menace.”
“me, a menace? in this relationship? you literally tried to tie the both of my shoelaces together the other day!”
mikey’s low chuckle makes blood rush to your face. “it was funny, let’s be honest.”
“no, it certainly was not.” before he can speak again, you lean forward to infuriatingly kiss his tattoo, and his mouth closes right back up in both annoyance and at the pleasure. victory. “has anyone told you?”
“tell...” he trails off, shooting you a hopeless glare when you don’t stop pressing soft, demanding, kisses against his sharp jawline. he slowly breathes out, “tell me what?”
in your mind, you are simply annoying him, but to manjiro sano—you’re way too good at distracting him.
“that you’re really cute when you’re ticklish.”
and he is so pretty when his ears are red.
mikey’s pretty already, in general, but gosh, are you happy to test your limits of teasing your boyfriend. back then (in the “good old days”), he was the one who teased you without mercy to no end—today is your fateful revenge.
or not. when he beckons you closer with just a bend of his fingers, you scoot closer immediately, obedient.
“c’mere.”
his hand trails to the back of your head, gently pulling you forward to sweetly meet your lips with his. warmth excitedly rushes throughout you, and you’re already smiling when he tilts his head to make it more comfortable for you. and, holy shit, he is such a good kisser— slowly but surely pushing forward into your space and bringing your figure closer to his.
mikey’s touch is gentle; as if cradling and taking care of a baby, and you can only hum in content when he soothingly places an unoccupied hand to your back. he steadies you as he generously kisses you, and—
“h-hey!” you whine when he suddenly pulls away, unashamed as your eyes instantly drop down to his soft lips, then back to his pretty dark eyes. he raises an eyebrow at your gaze. “don’t just stop there...”
“why not?” now, it’s his turn to be a little shit as he tilts his head innocently, propping himself up with a hand on your thigh and getting off of the couch you two were seated on. “i’m kind of tired now. imma head to bed, then, alright?”
hoping to tempt him and possibly change his answer, you adorably pout as he presses one last kiss to your forehead. he only pats your head in return, ignoring your look and walking back to your shared bedroom—as if it wasn’t only one in the afternoon and he wasn’t just kissing you.
the moment he is out of earshot, you turn and scream—or squeal—into a pillow, frustrated, because why does mikey have to be so goddamn annoying and attractive at the same time?
warnings – none.
characters – zhongli, xiao, ayato, kazuha, childe, kaeya, diluc x gn!reader.
genre – romantic fluff.
a/n – aaaaa. aaa | please reblog!! it rly helps a starter blog like me ><
[zhongli. | 钟离]
zhongli enjoys seeing your face light up with the gifts he purchased. being a regular customer with connections ensures that this man gets your gifts at a discounted price. small trinkets get passed to you regularly, be it from a present at your desk or even asking venti to use the wind to shift the gift towards you, just to hear your chuckle. some things he loves giving you include our favourite tea flavour – often imported; sweets, and that particular set of stationery you love that is from inazuma. being a distant friend of a certain electro archon yields its benefits.
[xiao. | 魈]
xiao shows his love to you in the smallest of ways; whether you see it or not, that's up to you. he's not one to show big gestures – he'd rather smaller ones that you continually appreciate him for. he gently plucks the pretty flowers from the soil that passed through his master's hands eons ago, smiling as he ties them together with scraps of twine that he found in verr goldet's desk. it makes a good gift, he thinks. he likes seeing your face light up as you look at the wrapped bundle of flowers on your tableside. and the kisses that follow after.
[k. ayato. | 神里綾人]
ayato loves being sneaky – he presses kisses to your cheek when he sees you deep in thought, or lays his head on your shoulder while you're working on something for the yashiro commission, or even poking your cheek when talking to his sister. ayato loves cuddling up to you in the morning as well, in secret – where no one can see this particularly soft side of the kamisato clan's head. he loves surprising you with these small acts of affection and he loves seeing the smile on your face as you recognise your lover.
[k. kazuha | 楓原万葉]
kazuha likes creating poems and songs for you – you're his muse. he weaves his words and breathes his creations to life, watching your eyes light up in recognition of the little things the two of you do, enchanted to a melody. every line is crafted to pertain to a quirk of yours, his words always beautifully strung to portray you as the most beautiful person in teyvat – because that's what you are, in his own eyes. he loves you so very much and isn't afraid to show it to anyone he meets.
[childe.]
childe loves waking up next to you in the morning, your face usually buried in the crook of his neck. it guarantees him kinks in the neck for the next day, but he doesn't mind – as long as you're comfortable, he says. he loves snuggling you for the first few hours minutes of the day, watching your sleep-drowsed face slowly start to wake up in the presence of your lover. he can see the joy in your movements as you reach your arm out to touch his. he whispers "i love you" over and over again.
[kaeya.]
kaeya enjoys going big for dates – he likes setting up that big picnic blanket jean got for him when she first heard about your relationship. he loves to dig out that rattan picnic basket gifted to you from lisa – he assumes that the congratulatory gift is a joint effort from the two women. drinks, dishes, candy, fruit, and such fill the basket, a plethora of wonderful-smelling things making his eyes gleam with excitement at the reminder that he'd be spending an entire wonderful day with you.
[diluc.]
diluc particularly loves cooking and crafting drinks for you. he loves sprinkling his food with salt love and seeing your hand reach for the food he lovingly made for you. the man is a good cook – his tastebuds consist of dishes from all over teyvat, so exotic dishes typically have a place at the dining table. he has a special reverence for liyuean food, and would try his best to recreate the chihu-rock-famous (oh, who are we kidding. he's known all over teyvat!) chef's creations. you love his food, and he's always happy to cook for you.
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for Diluc’s birthday event: “you’re overworking yourself. Take a break, for me?” but it’s diluc asking reader to take a break, please? <3
diluc’s birthday event | diluc x gn reader | warning : sfw
His hands were full but that wasn’t anything new. In fact, it seemed like today there was even more work to be dealt with. Spring brought an uptick in orders from all over Teyvat but with the rainy season coming in full swing, everyone was behind. It didn’t make sense for the carts to trudge through muddy roads with cargo so precious and delicate. So, Diluc had to make several adjustments to the shipping dates and methods. That alone would have caused the winery owner a headache, but there were so many other things on his plate he didn’t even have time for that.
Diluc climbed the stairs to the upper floor, his eyes scanning the letters he’d have to respond to when he saw your form sprint through the foyer and head into the courtyard. ‘Here is another cause for my stress.’ He sighed before slipping into the office and disposing of his workload to deal with yours.
Once he weaved through the questions and request from his staff, he searched the yard for you. It was a bit more challenging than he anticipated but that didn’t stop him. There were only a few places you could be.
--
He found you in the vineyards, your were hands lost in the green foliage, arm following suit as you buried yourself in the greenery. A small, quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest as he made his way toward you with a soft, ‘so in love’ kind of smile. “There you are.” He said, catching your attention with ease.
“O-Oh, hi.” Slipping your hand from the vines, you wiped it on your pants while a shy grin stretched your lips.
“May I ask what you’re doing?”
“... nothing.” You lied, glancing back at the spot where your hand was with a grimace, a worry, before shooting your arm back in. “Nothing.” You said against but with affirmation, a small nod with a lot of confidence. As if that would get him to walk away.
“I would have to say your actions betray your words.” Diluc replied and crossed his arms. The warmth of the sun raining down on his skin and the fitted shirt he wore under his vest digging slightly into his muscular arms. On days like these, especially ones after a heavy rain, it was nice to let his already warm body breathe.
Defeated, you pursed your lips into a pout. “Fine, I heard some of the support beams were damaged from the storm. I wanted to fix them.”
“We can have someone else do that.”
“Who? Everyone is already so busy. I don’t mind.” Turning away from him, you pushed your arms further into the foliage. Concentration was written all over your face but so were the bags under your eyes. For weeks now you’d been pushing yourself harder and harder. You wouldn’t tell him why but he had an idea.
Slowly, he made his way toward you and let his gloved hands slip into the space yours were. The leaves tickled his skin but not as much as your presence. “You’re overworking yourself. Take a break, for me?” Diluc glanced at you. The growing frown on your lips told him he was in for a battle.
“I’m fine.”
“That may be.” He began as his fingers wiggled their way through yours in an attempt to pull your hands away from the post. “But it makes me worry. So even if you don’t need to do it for yourself, do it for me?”
You wouldn’t look at him. In fact, you turned your head further away but he could still see the brightness of your cheek under the shining sun. How jealous was he of the light to illuminate you so perfectly. “... Fine. Just this once.”
“Just this once.” He replied with a proud smile, leaning in to thank you with a kiss against your temple and a clingy hand resting against your back.
' i wanted you to see a mess and still find me worthy of love, to tell me that you could still love me anyway ' ( georges bataille ) for Mr. Hot Mess himself, Dimitri Fire Emblem?? 💋
expulsion / dimitri alexandre blaiddyd ( fire emblem: three houses )
( i wanted you to see a mess and still find me worthy of love,
to tell me that you could still love me anyway. )
a/n: prompt post ( x ). quote by georges bataille
the soul is not meant for ruin, but dimitri's is carved of sorrows, intricate with havoc and grief everlasting. it is a miserable thing, succumbing to blood lust as he did once before. he remembers it too vividly : vibrant hues of crimson, endless screams that rang loudly in his ears. they haunt him to this day, following his every step in slumber. he accepts them with remorse ; it is a punishment, but it is one he deserves.
dimitri deserves many things, few of them good. so why is it that you remain here with him? why is it that you have never left his side, even when your weapons clashed in desperate attempt to stop him from a dreadful path taken?
( in the losing of himself, he learned that something remained : the desire to be accepted by you ; the longing for you & the love you carried. how selfish he is, this foolish king, to yearn of acceptance and undeserved forgiveness. )
"i've made too many mistakes." he laments, fingers gripping the balcony railing so tightly his knuckles turn white. "there is too much blood on my hands, yet you--"
his voice nearly cracks, but the words come to a halt when you place your elbows on the railing, looking up at the night sky and the stars that accompany her. it is a beautiful sight, you think, and you smile, peaceful in your existence.
it is a beautiful sight. dimitri is overwhelmed with regret and adoration one in the same, and it's too difficult to swallow. he looks to the stars as well and wishes that he was not selfish.
"you love me." he says. he will choose to ignore the way you look at him now because he does not think he could handle such gentleness. "you love me even when i am undeserving of such things-- when i have committed horrible atrocities."
( and he hopes to every god that you do not deny such a fact. he thinks you should; you should tell him that you don't love him, because you deserve better than him. but could he endure such heartbreak? )
"dimitri," your voice feels closer now, footsteps quiet in the night, "it's cold." he turns to face you, uncertainty reflected in blue hues as you timidly grab his hands, guiding them to your hips. "hold me?"
he does. he holds you carefully, cautious in the way he pulls you closer to his chest. your arms wrap around his neck in reciprocation, fingers running through blond locks.
"thank you." you whisper against his skin, closing your eyes in a new warmth found.
it is silent for a long while. you pay attention to the way tension leaves your lover's body, find the courage to speak when you feel that both of you are ready.
"you are not who you were before. you know this, dimitri." your lips ghost over his neck as you speak, entirely aware of the way his pulse quickens. "i knew who you were before that, who you were then, and who you are now. i love you all the same."
something brews in his lungs, wraps itself around his ribs. something akin to infatuation and relief, similar to the returning of home after a long journey's end. he could use a thousand expressions but none would come close to describing the love that fills his heart until it is on the brink of bursting. he swallows hard, feels the tears pool in silent veneration. he buries his face in your shoulder, murmurs endless i love you's that nearly go unheard.
( somewhere in this night, you will both remember it as a memoir of reaffirmed confessions and the birth of self-forgiveness. you will keep this memory, hold it tenderly just as you hold each other, and know that there is a catharsis in new beginnings. )
Okay I already sent a prompt in for the other list so I hope it's okay to send one again for this one but!!! "the inability to say 'i love you', yet showing that you do anyways" is so perfect for Diluc 👀
Thank you in advance and I hope you enjoy writing about ur mans
a/n: found out while aggressively backspacing that the desktop editor is so chaotic now that you can delete an ask by backspacing so that's fun. anyways i've missed writing for my one true meow meow lulu so here he is <333 ty for requesting !
wc: 400 words or less challenge - 338 words
pairing: diluc x gn!reader
you understand the meaning of worship when you witness the movement of diluc ragnvindr's hands. with them, he does not treat you as if you are a deity. he is all too aware of human fragility in both emotions and physicality. and yet, he lets his hands breach the societally expected distance between the two of you, sculpting the curves of your body as if you are the pious reward from aphrodite herself, marble sprung to life and filled with love for a sinner like himself.
diluc sheds the gloves and lets his thumbs drape past the pulse points on your neck as he prudently cradles your face. the depths of your eyes tell the ancient myths and fables of constellations that litter the night skies, myriads of endless soothing notes swirling in your irises. in his decryption of your beauty, he understand the reasons scholars wrote their immortal epics and musicians crafted their alluring symphonies. he understands what it is to adore and be adored, to care and be cared for, to understand and be understood.
as diluc looks into your eyes, he understands what it is to love.
and yet, he is unable to continue as his eyes flutter closed. the distance closes between the two of you and you are no longer able to feel the gentle warmth of his breath. instead, you feel the pyrophoric sensation of his lips upon yours, igniting the two of you into flames of reverent passion as you breathe yourselves into the other.
diluc cannot yet bring himself to say the three little words you crave to hear, yet you understand that they are exactly what he means as he touches you like this, purposefully combusting you with romanticism just so that he can feel you burn your likeness upon his heart and mind forever. he does not say i love you and you do not dare say it back, but when his lips finally part from yours, you look into his eyes and are reminded of red roses.
kaeya: says something super out of pocket in the heat of the moment. overreacts to the max. might slam a door or two until he finally calms down [but he’s petty, so how calm is really?]
diluc: doesn’t know how to process his emotions so he just doesn’t. he gives you the silent treatment with an aura that makes you physically sick. good luck trying to apologize when he woke even look at you
zhongli: “i’m not mad, i’m just disappointed” except you wish he would just get mad at you because anything is better than a frowned mouth and downturned eyes. anything
childe: beheads a hilichurl. everything is fine [tldr: gets violent but not towards you, never towards you, and then he can think rational again]
itto: it takes a lot to get him seriously angry and it doesn’t happen often, so he doesn’t really know how to process it. would probably punch the living daylights out of a nearby tree and then be fine
ayato: similar to diluc but swap completely silent with shitty little remarks at whoever made him angry. like imagine the most unnecessary, passive-aggressive comments in passing — that’s ayato
albedo: would snap once or twice before regaining his composure and rethinking how he reacted just then. apologies almost instantly to whoever and goes to deal with the rest of his anger alone and away from everyone
kazuha: gets super quiet but not totally silent. he’s more upset with himself [somehow] and is trying to figure out a way to fix things even if nothing is his fault. but this pent-up anger definitely piles up over time
Warning: sfw - reader faints from overwork (D), falling from height (Ay,Alb), reader slips off a small cliff (Ch), lack of eating mention (Alb, D,Th) | no established relationship | perspective switching (Ay)
warnings - skinship, reader is sorta bad at cleaning
summary - thoma always looks like he's dancing while cleaning, but he'll never forget to take you along for the ride as well
a/n - this is my submission for @yelans's springtime serenades event! lately i've been a bit busy with schoolwork so it was pretty nice to just kick back and write this instead of another assignment hehe :P i hope you enjoy! i should definitely write some more content for my sweetheart thoma too >:)
you liked watching thoma clean.
it made your mind swirl with all sorts of thoughts of admiration seeing him delve deep into his craft. every move was careful and thoughtful yet decisive and sharper than the edge of a finely welded blade. the callouses that plated his palms, formed from hours of tenaciously gripping the cool metal of his polearm now guarded him from splinters against the wooden handle of a broom or feather duster. his feet moved in a ribbon-like pattern attuned to a melody that you couldn't hear (but you liked to imagine that it was a gentle tune akin to dragging the stem of a rose through a clear, crystal pool of water). from this corner of the room to that—one task to the other. he never minded that you didn't help; he insisted that you sit and relax and leave all else to him: sweet, reliable thoma, who danced an elegant waltz with unfolded laundry and shelves caked in dust.
you liked watching thoma clean—emphasis on watching.
continued utc!
with the remnants of winter slowly fading away from the estate, it was up to thoma—who woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed at the earliest crack of dawn on the first sunny day of spring—to get the kamisato estate up to tip-top-shape standards. and though thoma never forced you to help him in his cleaning endeavors, you figured that an extra set of hands would be useful to your lover in the long run.
unlike thoma, however, you couldn’t hear the seemingly invisible melody that accompanied his graceful feet and hands while he scurried about from one corner of the estate to the other. needless to say, there was a reason you preferred watching thoma instead of lending “aid”.
too many times had you forgotten to pick up the dust you swept up in the courtyard and watched with agony in your heart as your hard work flitted through the air on gentle, spring breezes and settled back down all over the hardwood. far too often did you forget that miss kamisato’s swords were to be wiped with a damp cloth then air dried for at least an hour then polished to gleaming perfection (and it was a wonder that honey-eyed thoma, who often forgot to put on his pants in his morning “gotta-get-ready-fast” haste, remembered all the intricate steps and details of this arduous process). you hardly wanted to think about when you accidentally put the curtains on backwards—and not just for one window, for all of them.
but thoma was always patient—always kind, and a gentle teacher of his craft. though you couldn’t hear the melody that so gracefully allowed him to clean in a seemingly effortless manner, he hummed it for you ever so softly against the shell of your ear and guided your hands and feet in a waltz of feather dusters, laundry, and dirty dishes that have yet to be cleaned. at the first sign of your disheartened pout at the scattered dust all over the courtyard, thoma swooped in seemingly on a shooting star, handed you a broom and said “no long faces! we’ll clean it up together,” with a smile. when you had accidentally wiped with a damp cloth then polished then air dried miss kamisato’s swords and was horrified with the water stains left behind, thoma merely laughed and rubbed a soothing hand up and down your back before showing you step by step how exactly to care for the young lady’s swords and wrote instructions with paper dotted with smiley faces, hearts, and stars drawn just for you. and, of course, you could never forget the muffled giggles hidden behind knuckles as he listened to you grumble about curtain designs and how confusing they were while reworking the curtains to the proper face.
“you know,” you started with a dango stick dangling from the side of your lips, feet swinging back and forth off the wooden edge of the estate while you leaned against thoma, “you look like you’re dancing when you clean.”
the vermillion shimmer of the inazuman sunset gave thoma an ethereal glow, so much so that you’d mistake him for some sort of cherub or sweet angel. mid-chew, he cocked his head to the side and swallowed before replying. “dancing? what do you mean?”
“i mean like, you move and clean so effortlessly and it’s like you always know what to do and how to do things. and since your moves just flow it’s kinda like you’re dancing.” you pulled the stick from your mouth and waved it around as you spoke.
much to your surprise, thoma’s cheeks flushed and he raised his palm to hide the nervous, warbled smile that grew on his blushy face.
“i wouldn’t say my skills are anything special, but i am proud of what i’m capable of! and it makes me happy that you appreciate that side of me, y’know?”
the arm that was already around your shoulders grew tighter as you felt his lips come into contact with your cheek. “thank you, honey.” he mumbled against the heat of your skin and you were sure your heart would explode if he kept being any cuter than this.
“i think you look like you’re dancing when you clean too.” was a line you didn’t expect to hear from him.
“if i look like i’m dancing to you then your definition of dancing must be horrid.” you snorted and mindlessly intertwined your hand with his.
“no, no, i mean it. sure, you make a few mistakes, but it’s kind of like you’re following a routine that no one else has ever seen before.”
how was it that he always knew what to say to you, no matter what? those dusty vases that you spent the afternoon polishing now gleamed spectacularly and directed the persimmon rays of sunlight over to thoma’s golden hair and it made you feel like the sun itself held you close.
“so, will you be helping me tomorrow as well?” thoma asked with a cheery grin.
it was then you also remembered that sunburns existed, and so did the prominent ache that throbbed in your lower back from bending to clean under the yard today which would most likely only get worse as you nodded a yes to his question. after all, only by stumbling through your clumsy tango with the winter dust in the kamisato estate were you able to be beside thoma who waltzed so gracefully and always took your hand in his no matter what.
Hi! For the prompt event, may I request Itto + a flirty remark? Please and thank you! Stay safe💕
pairing: itto x gn!reader
a/n: 400 words or less challenge. this one clocked in at a nice 399 words.
"are you the raiden shogun?"
a familiar voice from behind you has you immediately sighing. you, the local ramen vendor, had your fair share of odd customers, especially once the sakoku decree ended and tourists flooded in, but none were quite as odd as arataki itto. on his first visit to your stand, he had passed out due to consuming copious amounts of kitsune ramen, but apparently not before you made an impression on him.
"if i was the raiden shogun, i'm sure i'd be doing much greater things than running this stall," you deadpan, turning around to face the towering oni who looks sheepish. his cheeks are tinted with pink as he ignores you uncaring rebuttal, colored with the same hue they always are whenever he spouts the world's worst pickup lines at your stand.
"no, i'm asking because you electrify me?" itto questions, as if he doesn't even know the finishing blow to his cringeworthy pickup line.
"do i?" you ask, amused.
"...yes?"
"is that why you have a crush on me then?" you ask, biting back a laugh as itto's face turns red.
"who told you that?!" he asks, as if he hasn't made it obvious by the way he would linger by your stall multiple times a week, fishing whatever spare mora he had in his pocket out for a chance to sit at the counter and chat your ear off.
"oh, just this guy i know," you say nonchalantly and itto eyes you. you turn away from him for a moment, regaining your composure as you fight back the urge to burst out into laughter at your teasing.
"some guy? who? because i haven't told anyone that i have a crush on you, that's my best kept secret and i certainly know how to keep a secret," itto says and you turn and look at him, unable to stop the bubble of laughter that bursts out of you. itto blinks at you, confused.
"what's so funny?"
"for your best kept secret, you sure did confess quite easily. so, you actually got a crush on me, itto?" you ask after containing your laughter.
mortified by outing his little crush himself, itto weighs his options before firmly nodding, unable to hide the truth.
"that's cute," you say, admiring the way his eyes widen at your praise. "pick me up tomorrow at 8 for a date, then."
college majors (all genshin characters (idk if that’s true anymore it’s been like two months))
diluc
business administration major but only because he’s inheriting his father’s company and wants to know what he’s actually doing.
kaeya
pre-med student due to his parents’ wishes but eventually said “fuck it” and transferred into an art program. his parents aren’t paying anymore but now he can do what he loves <3
thoma
culinary student with a minor in hospitality. this is self explanatory. he wants to be a professional chef, or maybe a private chef. either way, one day he’ll be cooking food for someone.
zhongli
library science major. super, super niche but he wants to work with museum archives. he probably internships with the university library.
beidou
surprisingly (unsurprisingly?), she’s an education major. she wants to become a high school teacher and she does. she teaches history but coaches the field hockey team in the fall and the lacrosse team in the spring.
albedo
neuroscience with a focus on human development.
sucrose
the same thing. they’re currently competing for a super high-tech internship.
childe
a pre-law student. he’s the type of kid that’s so confident, it makes sense that he become a lawyer. he just has to put his brain to work for once.
yanfei
also pre-law. she’s actually in a lot of childe’s classes and is always complaining that he’s bullshitting his way through the courses. she needs to get a better score on the bar exam than him. needs to.
For your prompt list — jealousy w Kaeya! Don’t push yourself, your writing is always wonderful ( ^ω^ )
pairing: kaeya x gn!reader
a/n: 400 words or less challenge :3333 341 words
"mmm, i don't think green's your best color, sweetheart," you muse and your boyfriend looks down at his outfit, doublechecking his typical knights of favonius uniform as if it had suddenly switched colors while the two of you are on vacation in inazuma. before kaeya can correct you about the fact that no, he's not wearing green, he catches your implication. rather than reward you with a sultry, teasing remark, kaeya huffs.
"i am not jealous," he mutters.
you hum disbelievingly in response, receiving a half-hearted glare in response to your if-i-say-so tone.
"sure you aren't," you say. "mr. kamisato was even nice enough to invite me out to dinner, do you think i should go? oh, i could even wear that pretty outfit i packed... if its your favorite, it'll surely be his too, don't y-"
kaeya's hand falls from your waist and he interrupts you by grabbing your shoulders, whirling you around to face him. you giggle at his frustrated face and smile cheekily at him.
"i thought you said you weren't j-" you begin, but kaeya cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours. his hand makes its way to your jaw, tracing backwards. his fingertips reach the edge of your hairline as he deepens the kiss, mouth moving against yours as he kisses you completely and utterly breathless. when he finally pulls away, you're left looking at him with wide eyes.
the smug kaeya you love returns immediately upon seeing your bewildered expression.
"what were you saying?" he asks cockily and you glare at him, face still warm from the intimacy of his sudden public display of affection.
"you're awful, kaeya. the worst." you say, but you don't mean it. the faux-hatred in your tone only serves to make him smile wider as it affirms that he has you exactly where he wants you: wrapped around his finger.
"i'm not jealous, angel," he says before laughing softly. "because i know i'm the only one who can kiss you so hard you forget what you were saying."
looks around to see if there’s anything that’ll wake you up; glares at anything that makes a noise
you kiss his nose sleepily
there are hearts in his eyes when they widen along with the biggest smile
falls asleep with a protective bear hug around your figure (your face is smushed into his chest)
probably drools on you
kamisato ayato
you fall asleep as he works at his messy table
smiles with a soft little exhale
puts down anything he’s attending to and adjusts your figure so that you’re facing towards him
tucks your stray hair behind your ear; his fingers grace your cheek
kisses your hand; it’s a habit of his now
drapes his ridiculous suit around you like a roll
falls asleep with your hand intwined with his
thoma
is probably crocheting/sewing during downtime when you decide to cuddle with him
sets it aside and smiles
thoma is really really comfortingly warm, especially when he puts your arms around you
fixes the position of your head so that your neck won’t get cramped when you wake up; runs his hands through your hair
the ideal nap place is by the big tree in hanamizaka, where all the little animals will come and surround you as you both nap :)
gorou
is sifting through report documents when you fall asleep on his lap, your head tucked in between his neck
gets really flustered, especially when your head slides down toward his chest
tries to reposition you because he worries your head will slide down to his lap and your legs will collapse to the floor 😭 ?!
you wake up because of this and apologizes a million times
you cup his face with one hand and scratch his ear with the other and tell him to relax
he succumbs to your actions, mumbles something about neglecting his duty and curls up with you in the chair
kaedehara kazuha
you both have the night watch on the alcor
you get bored and point out constellations in the night sky, connecting the stars with your fingers as his eyes sparkle over you in subtle wonder
he falls asleep first, a smile imprinting itself on your neck as he settles in between just after the juncture of your chin and neck
you fluster and try to bat him away in annoyance; he replies with further kisses down your neck, and by shooting you the most lovestruck, sly look
you give in, heart thumping madly as you both fall asleep under the starry sky <3
beidou scolds you the next morning
author’s note : some lazy brainrot while i write kintsugi (yes i’m actually writing it oh wow) gorou is adorable // inspired by this post by _yapsharlene !
✦ summary: Albedo, Ayato, Kazuha, Thoma and Xiao separately!! as your apartment roommate in university and boyfriend. (hc & drabble//modern au)
✦ c/w: smugbedo and kazuflirt is totally a series now you can't stop me, kazuha's part is lengthy compared to the others.
✦ now playing: oui - jeremih
albedo: kreideprinz
✦ Albedo would wake you up every morning for breakfast, which is different everyday. One day it could be fluffy pancakes, the next it's oatmeal. You always wonder where Albedo gets his meal ideas from, but the blonde refuses to spill. Between you and me, it's probably Pinterest.
"My love, breakfast is ready."
You awake to Albedo's voice and a light kiss on your cheek. Groggily, you swat your hand in the general direction of Albedo's voice in an attempt to shoo it away and get more shut-eye. Feeling your wrist taken ahold by (presumably) Albedo's hand, you reluctantly open you eyes.
Centimetres away from your own face, you can't help but admire the twinkle of mirth in his cerulean eyes and the slight smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. "Welcome back to the land of the living," Albedo teases, before pressing a light kiss to the inner wrist of your captive hand.
Standing up from his leaning position above you, Albedo brushes a strand of hair away from you forehead and walks to the bedroom door. Pausing for a second, he turns back to you. "By the way, your class starts in an hour."
✦ Kazuha would always ends up on your bed and in your arms one way or another, even though you have separate rooms. Like a cat the refuses to sleep in the newly bought bed and insist on staying inside the package box even though you repeatedly carry the cat back to its proper bed, Kazuha somehow manages to find his way back to you. I make it sound endearing but I promise it's just as annoying.
When you open your eyes, you fully expect Kazuha to be sleeping next to you, despite going to bed alone last night. And he is, though he isn't sleeping - rather, he's looking at you with a dazed expression and a serene smile upon his lips as the morning light shines on Kazuha through the curtains.
Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you move to sit up but find yourself stuck. Kazuha has subtly caged you by tangling his legs with yours and wrapping his arm around you, resting on the small of your back.
"Where are you going?" It's an innocent question, but you know better than to answer and fall for the trap, especially since it's in the breaking hours of dawn and Kazuha is in a playful mood.
Kazuha shifts, and you find your face is now resting in the crook of his neck. "It's the weekend - there's no need to rush," Kazuha murmurs, and you try not to flinch when you feel the male's not breath on you ear, for that's the exact reaction he's aiming for. "Won't you stay with me?"
But of course, Kazuha always notices your small jolt of movement, as indicated by the feathery dance of his fingers across your bare neck and arms. Resigning, you give in and indulge in Kazuha as you thread your fingers through his lose, semi-long hair.
What a spoilt brat. Evidently, the thought is as plain as day on your face, as Kazuha giggles, and buries his face in your hair.
kamisato ayato: pillar of fortitude
✦ Ayato would make you go through a checklist of necessary items before you leave the house, even if you aren't forgetful. If you've ever lost or misplaced something and need it urgently, Ayato somehow has a spare of it somewhere on his person and conjures the wanted item seemingly out of his sleeves nowhere.
"Do you have everything?" asks Ayato, going through the daily morning procedure before leaving the house. "Do you have your wallet? House keys? Student I.D?" You nod at every question, shifting from one foot to the other.
"Then," smiles Ayato, eyes crinkling into half moons as he offers his hand to you. "Shall we?" You playfully respond with your own smile, lacing you fingers with his outstretched hand. Ayato hums fondly, and leans to press a kiss at the crown of your head. "Perhaps you should leave something behind. It would give me a reason to look for you."
You snort at the mischievousness of the male, but you know Ayato will always, by hook or by crook, come up with a excuse to see you.
thoma: protector from afar
✦ Thoma would cook six course meals with no hesitation, even though there's only two people residing in the apartment. Thus, many ingredients are used, and you both find yourself making frequent trips to the nearest grocery store - Thoma so that he can handpick his vegetables, and you so that Thoma won't splurge become distracted on the many sales, bargains and discounts.
Consulting the strip of paper in his hand, Thoma repeatedly looks back and forth the shopping list and the two cans of soup taped together. You stand next to Thoma, amused and leaning on the trolley handle as he internally debates as to whether or not to buy the buy-one-free-one offer.
"Should we get it?" murmurs Thoma, face scrunched up in concentration. The blonde turns to you in hopes of getting you to choose for you, but you simply waggle your eyebrows and laugh at the predicament Thoma is in.
At the pout Thoma gives you, you cave in and gently pluck the cans from Thoma and place them at the bottom of the shopping cart. Linking your elbow with him, you start to push the trolley again, offering him a smile.
Thoma responds with a flustered smile, slightly embarrassed at your public displays of affection.
xiao: vigilant yaksha
✦ Xiao would give you his clothes to wear. He doesn't say anything; rather, he opts to simply hold up the garment, pointedly not looking at you directly in the eye. He's shy. If you're not around at the present moment, he'll purposely leave the clothing somewhere you're bond to see it.
The back of one of Xiao's black jackets has his name and jersey number stitched on it, which is why you always have it on your person whenever Xiao doesn't need it. Needless to say, many people have seen it and have attempted to interrogate you on your relationship with Xiao. Your one and only response is to tell them to ask Xiao for themselves.
As you walk back home with Xiao after clubs, you move to take off the jacket and return it to him, but a light yet firm hand on your wrist prevents you from doing so.
At you questioning glance and tilted head, says Xiao with a small smile. "It looks better on you. And..." Xiao trails off, and you narrow your eyes. Was the Xiao blushing? "Everyone will know you're mine."
modern!au zhongli would take u to the opera on a fancy date. zhongli would dress up in his best suit, being sure to match colors with your own outfit. without fail, he’s able to tell you all about each performance the two of you are about to see. his amber eyes almost glow in the darkened opera hall as the performance begins, utterly captivated by the music and choir. as his hand interlaces itself with yours on the shared armrest, zhongli gives your hand a gentle squeeze. it draws your attention back to his face once more and you decide that your lover looks best when the songs of the heavens are playing in the background.
modern!au diluc’s best dates would come from when you accompany him to some business party. no, the stuffy rich men and uptight housewives aren’t what entertain the two of you. rather, the best memories come from diluc’s inevitable frustration with the people in the room and the way he slides in close to you, asking if the you want to ditch the party. you always eagerly accept and the two of you end up getting greasy fast food in outfits that are worth too much to risk spilling ketchup on, yet you do anyways. after all, all the two of you need is a booth to yourselves in the back corner of a little diner and you can keep yourselves entertained for hours from each other’s company alone.
modern!au albedo would take you to botanical gardens as a special date. it’s one of his favorite places, yet he doesn’t visit often due to his busy schedule. when he gets overwhelmed by work and life, this is where he visits to get away from it all. each visit with him, he sketches you amongst the flowers.
modern!au kaeya would take you to whatever rotational art exhibit piques his interest. he also seems the most likely to do the impromptu “let’s see where the night takes us” date where you walk around the city. somehow knows all of the best places to eat and can always find a friendly face amongst the sea of people. holds your hand tightly in his own as you weave through crowds. the neon lights above only serve to further illuminate the stars in his eyes.
modern!au xiao isn’t much for the company of others (aside from you) so he also gives me city exploration vibes, but is less impromptu than kaeya. he’ll find cool areas to explore with you ahead of time and take you there as a surprise. definitely into exploring abandoned buildings, but actually seems nervous when you bring up the idea of ghosts wherever you visit.
modern!au childe takes you dancing. definitely really big on concerts. honestly, he doesn’t even have to know who the artist is. it gets you in trouble at one point where the two of you show up to a classical philharmonic performance dressed like you’re ready to go to a rock concert, but childe doesn’t mind! that is, of course, until he falls asleep halfway through the performance. you wouldn’t have minded, except for the fact that he got the two of you kicked out for snoring too loudly.
love, oh love. it works in many mysterious ways, but really, does it have to hurt so much?
k. ayato, k. kazuha, dainsleif x gn!reader (separate). side ayaka x gn!reader in ayato’s.
bittersweet. in general noble!au; fallen noble!au in kazuha’s specifically; bodyguard!au for kaeya’s. i enjoy this trope (read; noble) quite a lot actually
note: if you’d let me give u pinky promise kisses then i wouldn’t have to scream your name atop of every roof in the city of my hearttttt
K. AYATO — CYPRESSUS CUSTOS.
kamisato ayato never thought that he’d be anything but first.
he is the head of the kamisato clan, the most wanted and eligible man in the whole of inazuma — and yet, even though he has thousands at his feet, he wants no one else than you.
but, even though he wants you (and perhaps, the small conversations and time spent drinking tea together tells him you want him too), at the end of the day, he is a rational man. and precisely because he is a rational man and the head of the clan, it’s needs come first and before his own.
they’re powerful, his advisors whisper, but not powerful enough. (not powerful enough for him.) perhaps, we should arrange a wedding between them and the young lady. we could use their influence — but you need someone far more influential than them on your side.
he agrees — naturally he does. he is a rational man, after all. ayaka is good; better than he ever was or will be. she deserves you, far more than he does.
at the end of the day, it turns out he’s powerless, in a way; his influence limited and his hands tied behind his back. you are betrothed to another — to his own sister, for god’s sake, — to which he agreed himself. and so kamisato ayato comes second for the first time in his life.
it’s a bitter feeling.
K. KAZUHA — ACER PALMATUM.
you were supposed to get married.
“in comparison to me, you still do have a reputation to keep, dove.”
the art of pretending comes to kazuha quite easily. it always did, to be honest; to pretend to care on all the meetings, to pretend to care for all the rules, to pretend to care for the meaningless small talk. he’s mastered the art of it by now — so tell him, why does his heart hurt when pain flashes through your face?
it was always him and you, you and him. you were inseparable since you were kids — not that you knew it was but a simple plan on your parents’ part to make your future wedding much easier. and it was all going so well, so well, until the kaedehara clan lost it all. in a blink of an eye, kazuha was no one and the engagement was called off immediately.
“will i ever see you again?” you ask, voice just above a whisper, toying with the ring he gave you when the both of you were fifteen.
“naturally.”
he lies to you for the first and the last time.
DAINSLEIF — THE TWILIGHT SWORD.
this is perhaps one of many curses that dainsleif bears with him in his heart — to watch the one he loves be so close but so far out of his reach at the same time.
he is not supposed to be the one to gift you flowers; he is not the one supposed to see your smile; he is not the one that is supposed to hold your hands and he is definitely not the one that is supposed to have the right to love you.
and yet, he still does all of those things. quietly. gently. shyly. in a way only he can — in a way only the closest bodyguard of yours can. in a way only dainsleif can.
because, that’s what he wants to feel like — only dainsleif, no one more and no one less. because with you, it finally feels enough. his heart does not ache as much as it usually does and the sword feels lighter in his hand.
yet it is not enough. because at the end of the day, he is the twilight sword and you are one of the khaenri’ah royal family’s heirs.
he would never be enough. not in this lifetime, at least.
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