Hi, wow, it has been a while. I am so sorry for being absent on this account and leaving my series to be, well, not worked on. I've been working on some original works and switched to a different tumblr account, but I want to return to this account and do some due diligence, so I will be continuing The Way I Feel Inside along with Hidden Magic, and possibly some other fandoms as well that I've gotten into.
This will be a process as I'm going to start off by rewriting some of these entries to re-familiarize myself with the stories and where they're going. I'm scrapping my old tag-lists since it's been so long, but please let me know if you want to be tagged when I update these.
Pairing: Honkai Star Rail Men feat. Blade, Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Welt Yang, and Sampo x Reader (separately)
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Reader is GN except Jing Yuanâs (unless you donât mind being called âqueenâ)
Blade carves your name on his weapon.
If his sword breaks, heâll just do it again. And again. And again.Â
Heâll restore it as much as he needs to; until the relationship he had with you is restored too.
The pain courses through his veins whenever he slashes through his enemies, and even more so when he bleeds.Â
It used to be bearable, but when you left him because of his circumstances, he somehow just feels everything even more.
The sword he has is supposed to be as durable as the weapon he has become. But each time, he wonders why every blade he carved your name on just breaks easily.
Is there really no more hope for you and him?
Dan Heng locks the archives containing information about you.
The trickiest part of being a trailblazer is that all relationships formed in every world need to be transient.
But rare occurrences and outliers happen, and that includes you in Dan Hengâs world.
So when he assigned a password to your data, Dan Heng feels like a part of him is tucked away, not abandoned yet inaccessible at the same time. Youâve become a part of his mystery now, the dark side that no one needs to know about.
Nobody in the Astral Express dares to question the locked portion of the data bank either, because they all know what happened between you and him.
Whenever he canât go back to sleep after a nightmare, heâll access your records just to remember what itâs like to be with you. Itâs what brings him comfort.
Gepard has a trusted Silvermane guard to keep watch over you.
He can no longer protect you directly, he knows he lost that right after he put his duty before you, so he sends one of his men to provide him with a report of how youâre doing.
The slightest mention of how youâre hurt or, aeons forbid, in danger, heâll leap into action, trying so hard to be behind the scenes.
But he fails to conceal that fact, and you find out either way.
He acts cold when you do catch him, and in response, he utters scripted lines that all Silvermane guards recite after helping out a Belobog citizen.
You both know itâs ridiculous, but there is now a wall of ice between you and him that is far too difficult to overcome.
Jing Yuan subconsciously protects the queen on his side of the chessboard in every duel.
Yanqing points out heâs supposed to watch the king and Jing Yuan merely chuckles in response. It crushes him inside after he realizes what heâs doing.
âMy queen,â he addressed you once as he placed a tender kiss on your knuckles.
You tried to reach out to him countless times after you recovered from your injuries, but he makes it a point to keep avoiding you. He feels like he failed to protect you, and heâs still beating himself up over it even if it happened a century ago.
When heâs alone, Jing Yuan would pick up the queen piece and stare at it, even going as far as cradling it close to his lips, murmuring all of his unspoken apologies. He is most afraid of putting you in danger again, so he has to be contented with the knowledge that youâre safe even if he has to stay away from you.
But who was he kidding, just like the king on his chessboard, he feels defenseless that youâre no longer with him.
After all, what is a king without his queen?
Sampo stops being happy-go-lucky.
Heâs flippant most of the time and hardly takes anything seriously, but that is exactly what pushed you away and he was too late to realize it.Â
Sampo surprised the members of Astral Express and Wildfire when he actually pulls through with his word without any strings attached.
He made a mistake with how he treated you so he now makes it a point to honor every agreement he enters.
He thinks that maybe if you learn of his steadfast behavior from others, youâll take him back.
Welt creates tons of sketches of you.
He made them before and heâll continue making them even if youâre no longer together.
Welt tends to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance whenever he comes to his senses after excitedly pulling out his phone with the intention of sending you a photo of his latest sketch.
[This user cannot be reached.]
The automated message glares at him which results in him throwing his phone across his room.
He hopelessly creates scenarios of what he couldâve done to keep you close to him, and he continues to torture himself as he watches the animations of his imagined situations with you.
Itâs unlike him to make something of this genre, but at least there is a perfect world where you and he can be together again.
Do not copy, translate, or plagiarize. Reblogs are much appreciated.
Summary: One day you find a cute white lion cub scratching on your front door, little did you know that the actual owner of it was Jing Yuan, the General of the Xianzhou Luofu himself. And he might have the wrong idea about the little thing, too...
Tags: Fluff, Crack, Jing Yuan's Lion loves you, inspired by the General's Diary you can find in HSR, flustered Jing Yuan
A/N: I love him a very normal amount, your honor! The fact he is a cat dad too is just too cute! And also that he got scammed trying to buy a cat and instead unknowingly managed to buy a lion makes it so much funnier. I can only recommend reading his diary ingame lmao
A distinct scratching sound on the front door of your home made you perk up in your seat. You waited for the sound to reappear a couple of times before deciding to check what was causing it.
You slowly opened the door and looked outside. But both to the right and to the left you spotted nothing that couldâve caused the sound. It was also relatively windstill on the Luofu today so that also couldnât have been it.
Just as you were about to close the door again you spotted the culprit behind the flower pot right next to your door. It was a small, snow-white lion cub, not older than a couple of months at best, and it looked at you pleadingly with its azure-colored eyes.
Did it want to come in?
You knelt down on your doorstep and stretched your hand out towards it, prompting it to come over to you. It hesitantly tiptoed in your direction from behind the flower pot, carefully smelling on your fingers first before bumping its head into your hand. You began scratching its head and not too long after a loud purr could be heard.
It was such a cute little thing you were almost tempted to snatch it and keep it. But a beautiful animal like that had to belong to someone, right?
You picked the soft bundle of fur up and walked towards the main road to look around. Maybe it ran away and the owner was still around looking for it? They had to be since you never heard of any instances of strays on the Luofu.
A little bit further down the street, you spotted two Cloud Knights with a bag of treats in their hand. They were eagerly shaking them to make rattling sounds and simultaneously scanned the ground for something. Looks like they are the people the little cutie belonged to.
"Hey," you called out to them. "Are you looking for this snow lion perhaps?"
"Oh, thank the Heavens!" One of the guards exclaimed. "We've been looking for it the entire day already.â
One of the guards stretched out their arms to take the little lion cub into his arms but it made no fuss to go anywhere. In fact, it was clinging to you and started purring loudly, bumping its head into your chest.
âHey, you little cutie. You have to get back home. Iâm sure youâre hungry by now, arenât you? Enough adventure for one day.â You said in a higher-pitched voice. Its eyes almost looked sad and it let out a squeak the moment you handed it back to the soldiers and waved them goodbye.
As soon as you were back home you couldnât help but think about the little lion again. It was the first time you had ever seen one with such a majestic fur and eye color. Whoever it belonged to could surely count themself lucky.Â
A couple of days passed and you went about your days as normal until you heard the familiar scratching at your front door again.Â
Unlike the first time you immediately knew it must be the same lion from a few days prior. You went to open the door again and the white bundle of fur immediately zoomed inside of your home.
Alerted, you immediately began chasing it around your living room. As much as you wanted to actually keep it as well, you absolutely couldnât. Someone was waiting for it and probably worried about its disappearance once again. You for sure would turn the Luofu upside down if it was your missing pet.
Snatching the little complaining bundle of fur up again proved difficult as it was clinging and clawing at your carpet for dear life, but you eventually managed.
Carrying it outside once again you looked for Cloud Knights you could return it to again but this time a blonde teen boy, dressed in blue and no older than maybe fourteen was walking down the street with treats this time. And for some reason, he seemed oddly familiar.
âMimi? Miiiii-Miiiii. Come get your treats!!â The blonde boy shouted and shook the treat box in his hands like a rattle.
The little lion cub, apparently named Mimi, perked its ears up in your arms and began trying to wriggle out of your grasp. You let it jump down and watched it zoom in the direction of the boy, sitting down and looking up at him with hungry and expectant eyes.
âThere you are, you little troublemaker!â He says furrowing his brows and throwing Mimi a handful of treats.
Going off of the way the lion reacted to his voice you assumed it was probably his pet lion.
He picked it up and started petting it, eliciting it to close its eyes, start purring and relax in his arms. The boy smiled at it fondly and slightly shook his head in disbelief over the little rascal before looking down the street to where you were standing.
âHey, you!â He shouted and started trotting in your direction. âWere you the one who found Mimi?â
You nodded in response before wondering how he couldâve figured that out considering he didnât see you with Mimi at all.
âWait how did you-?â You inquired with furrowed brows.
He just pointed at your chest, or more specifically, at your shirt in reply. Following the direction of his finger with your gaze you soon realized that you were entirely covered in white fluff from when you were holding Mimi.
âAh. Well of course. That makes sense,â you chuckled. âDoes it run away a lot?â You asked pointing at the still happily purring snow lion in the blonde boyâs arms.
He simply rolled his eyes and smiled in reply. âAll the time.â
âWell, it seems to be fond of my front door as of late. I live just a bit further down the street. So chances are if it runs away again, it might be near my house again.â
âGood to know. Certainly makes things easier,â he nodded. âIâm Yanqing, by the way!â
Thatâs why he seemed so familiar. He is the lieutenant of the Luofu Cloud Knights and you had seen him here and there in an official capacity but you generally didnât pay too much attention to those so you couldnât quite put your finger on it earlier.
It certainly explained the beautiful and special-looking animal in his arms.
You grabbed the hand he held out to you and introduced yourself as well before bidding him farewell for now not too long after. Looking after him as he walked back home you smiled to yourself and hoped for him that he would be able to keep his little lion cub in check from now on.
A couple more days passed once more after that encounter until someone rang your doorbell. You werenât expecting any visitors, especially not this late in the evening so you wondered who would possibly come over at this time of day.
Out of every possible person on the ship, however, you certainly didnât expect the General of the Luofu in the flesh to be your late-night visitor. He was standing in front of your door with hands folded behind his back and staring down the street, waiting for your to open the door.
âGood evening, General⊠Can I help you with something?â You carefully inquired with some hesitancy in your voice.Â
You suddenly felt very small, and that was not only because he was a tall, handsome, and quite muscular man but also because you were more than just a bit intimidated.
Nothing to worry about, right? It was only the most important man on the entire ship standing in front of your house.Â
Naturally, your mind immediately came to the conclusion that you mustâve done something wrong.
âUhm-,â he began, scratching the back of his neck. âDo you happen to know where my cat is?
Out of every possible thing he couldâve said, this was the last thing you expected.
âYour⊠cat?â You asked in disbelief. He simply nodded and looked around your front yard once more.
âItâs white with bright blue eyes. Yanqing has informed me that Mimi is quite fond of you and keeps escaping to your house.â
So it was his pet. But wait, didnât he just sayâŠ
âCat?â
âYes. A small grimalkin, up to no good, constantly runs away. My cat.â He elaborated.
At that point, you couldnât help but burst into laughter. He seemed very taken aback and confused by your outburst and you were almost inclined to say that it made him, this big hunk of a man, look like a huge, gentle teddy bear.
âCare to explain what is so funny?â He asked crossing his arms in front of his chest.
âForgive me, General,â you wiped a tear out of the corner of your eyes. âI do not wish to burst your bubble here but your cat may not be what you think it is.â
âWhat are you implying?â
âItâs a lion, General. I can assure you, itâs most certainly not a cat.â
You observed how his eyes widened in surprise and a hint of pink began to dust his cheeks behind his long bangs. You had to bite your lip in order to not start laughing again. He really didnât know. And the fact you made him aware of it seemed to be quite embarrassing to him.
âOh. Uhm⊠well, I actually had my suspicions already.â He stated, once again scratching the back of his neck. You couldnât help but wonder how a man like him could manage to look this cute when flustered. And to think this was the first face-to-face contact you had ever had with him made it all the better.
Without a doubt, he was an attractive man, and that was something everyone aboard the Luofu would agree to. However, after witnessing him in this flustered, and quite frankly, adorable state tonight, your desire to get to know him on a more personal level increased.
âWhat would it take for you to not tell anyone about this?â He suddenly inquired. But before you could answer, he made an offer himself. One you couldnât possibly refuse after everything that transpired tonight.
âHow does a dinner sound? My treat of course.â
âHmm, very well. Or you could let your cat stay with me more often?â
âWell, that can also be arranged,â he chuckled with a playful smile. âBut we come as a pair.â
albedo, alhaitham, childe, scaramouche, venti x gn!reader
your job isnât the best one out there, but itâs easy and keeps you from drowning in tuition fees and rent. working at a 7-eleven on a midnight shift was supposed to be peaceful, so why is it that you constantly find yourself being bothered by weird customers? (modern au)
fluff, comedy, crack, cashier employee reader, modern au, written for fluffvember!
ALBEDO
Itâs difficult not to take notice of the perpetually tired college student (much like yourself) who always comes at the latest hours to order a cup of black coffee and a can of beer. The first time you saw him order that drink was a memorable one, if only because of the way your eyes had nearly popped out of their sockets when you saw him mix the two drinks in a large, empty slurpee cup and proceed to drink it all in a matter of seconds.
Another memorable time was when he came in with only enough money to buy a bottle of water, then took a seat at a table near the counter and took out a box full of what you initially presumed were cookies. It was a traumatizing memory you look back on with a shudder as you remember the way he crunched down on it like it was a piece of biscuit instead of a motherfucking spider.
âTheyâre surprisingly nutritional, full of protein and fibre. It leaves a strange aftertaste, but itâs a good substitute for dinner.â
Since then, youâve made sure to keep some food ready in the microwave for him, free of charge. He just looked so pitiful sitting by himself with dark under-eyes and greasy hair â the very image of a normal college student â that you couldnât help yourself from taking money out of your own pocket to help a fellow comrade.
One day, he came to the store with blown pupils and a sort of dazed look in his eyes, words slurring together as he tried to explain to you how heâs finally created an edible liquid that can keep sleep at bay for at least 120 hoursâŠwith some small side-effects, but itâll wear off with time. Thatâs when you found out he was a bio-chemistry student well on his way to getting a PhD at his young age.
When questioned why he drank the liquid instead of having someone else do it, his response was, âTo experience it firsthand, of course. The basis of research is accuracy and precision, how could I be remiss as to leave such an important experiment to someone who could, in their ignorance, fail to mention an important detail that their mind might have labeled as useless.â
Youâre not quite sure how heâs still alive by this point.
But his weirdness aside, you resolve to take care of him in your own way, from a fellow tired college student to another. You remind him to get some sleep, steering him away from eating spiders and encouraging him to eat more meat.
âBut I am eating meat?â
âAlbedo, thatâs a spider.â
âAnd are you saying that spiders do not possess meat?â
âOh, for the love ofâjust eat the goddamn sandwich.â
You think he appreciates it, if the way he dedicated his latest thesis to you is any indication.
ALHAITHAM
You were in the middle of answering a math problem your professor assigned that morning, papers sprawled over the counter with you hunched over it, hand in your hair and trying not to pull at it in frustration over how difficult the problem was. And then heâd come in like an angel, all perfectly shiny hair and a no-nonsense look on his face, took one look at you and the papers scattered across the counter and said one sentence that saved your grade in math.
âYou forgot to put a negative sign right there.â
That was the moment you decided that he must be an angel sent from heaven. He always grunts whenever you call him that, though whether itâs from amusement or annoyance remains to be seen.
He doesnât visit the convenience store much, but when he does, he always spares the time to help you out with whatever assignment you were working on, sometimes even taking the initiative of asking if you need his assistance in answering a problem â though he says this on a much less nicer tone.
âAre you gonna make me do your homework again?â
âMy professer didnât assign me one today, surprisingly enough, so no.â
He seemed strangely disappointed when you told him no, but you chalked it up to him being some sort of math wiz who gets riled up by equations and the like. Seems like kind of guy too, what with all the times heâs made a subtle jab at your intelligence â or lack, thereof.
âHow could you possibly need a paper to calculate the answer to four-hundred and thirty-two times fifty-eight?â
âNot all of us are smarter than Rukkhadevata like you.â
âWho?â
Heâs not bad company, though that opinion stems solely from the fact that he helps you (solves it for you, more like) with all your homework. Not without making comments about you lazing about on the job and letting your customer answer your assignment for you. You respond in a mature way by making fun of him.
âIâve never seen you without those earphones. Are you hiding a pair of large ears or something?â
âNo.â
He refuses to elaborate more on the subject.
Sometimes you give him a drink, usually cola or juice, as thanks for helping you out. He takes it without question, taking sips from it as he tutors you about this and that, occasionally commenting about your job and how youâre only making yourself suffer by taking on midnight shifts. You donât see why he cares. For all that you jokingly call him an angel, you know heâs far from actually being one.
You once saw him on campus reading a book by the library. Itâs easy enough to come up to him and make conversation, handing him an unopened drink you just bought from a vending machine. It just feels wrong not to, more of a habit by this point.
Itâs then that someone decides to dramatically drop his books to the ground and point at you and Alhaitham. The blonde guy gapes and asks how in the world Alhaitham managed not to scare you away. His eyes zero in on the can of grape juice on Alhaithamâs hand, and then he proceeds to laugh, asking Alhaitham since when did he decide to start drinking what he once called was an unhealthy drink composed of sugar and artificial flavoring.
You made a mental note of that response, and later that night, you decide to hand him a packaged biscuit. Nothing unhealthy there. Technically.
âGood. I was beginning to wonder if I should start taking medicine in case my stomach burst from the amount of cola you hand me.â
âYou couldâve just not accepted, you know.â
âIt was given to me. Not accepting would be considered rude.â
âDidnât Kaveh say you threw a bottle of orange juice to his face after he gave you one?â
âI did.â
He refuses to elaborate more on the subject, but youâve since resolved to only give him the healthiest thing you could find on the storeâwhich isnât much considering this is a 7-eleven, but hey, microwaved salad is still salad, right?
He grumbles about the radiation but eats the salad anyway. Another win for you, you suppose.
CHILDE
He came in near the end of your shift, lips busted and an eye swollen shut, blood splattered all over his clothes. The grin on his face shouldâve hinted you at his lunacy, but youâve always been blind to warnings and the like, so you went over the counter and helped him up from where heâs slumped over the chips and candies isle.
Aether, your co-worker and the one whoâs about to take over from your shift, only looked at you with tired eyes, âItâs too early for this shit.â That was, of course, Aetherâs way of basically saying, youâre on your own.
So you picked up the ginger lying on the linoleum floors, heaving his arm over your shoulder to drag him to the nearest pharmacy â never let it be said that you were just a bystander. He groaned as the movement bothered whatever injuries he may have, but he still looked at you with wide, strangely lightless eyes, as if only now registering your presence, and said, âHoly shit, youâre hot.â
After you finished dumping him on the pharmacy and leaving the people there baffled at what to do with an injured guy, he grabbed your wrist and, with a bloody smile he probably thought was charming, handed you a piece of paper containing his number.
You never text him. Or call.
He comes back to the store a week later with faint yellow bruises across his face and a far too bright grin for someone whoâs visiting a 7-eleven at two in the morning. He pouts about not getting a single text from you, but before you can respond, heâs moving on to another topic, mindlessly picking up a box of tampons by the side and setting it on the counter.
He only seems to realize what heâs done when you give him a strange look.
âTampons are, uh, great for bloody noses!â
ââŠRight.â
You werenât convinced at all, but you decided to let it slide. He seemed like a genuine guy, if a bit too enthusiastic sometimes. His mouth never shuts ups, always going on about this and that, asking all sorts of questions that wouldâve normally had most normal people backing away. But your brain isnât exactly at its best condition and being sleep deprived for the better part of your life has made it less of a brain and more of an organ that just helps you get through the day.
You donât know exactly why he stays to chat with you, buying ridiculous amounts of stuff that were frankly far too expensive just to have an excuse to talk to you. You donât mind it much, especially when heâs a great deterrent for any unwanted petty thieves or middle school delinquents trying to rob your store every week or so.
Apparently, heâs got a reputation for being a bit of an adrenaline junkie and being willing to fight anything and everything that breathes. And apparently, wordâs gotten out that heâs into you, like, really into you, so most guys who have less-than-well intentions have decided that robbing the local 7-eleven isnât worth the trouble if it means having to deal with Ajax.
âActually, itâs Tartaglia.â
âTarantula?â
âNo, Tartaglia. Itâs my street name! Ajax just doesnât inspire the same fear into other peopleâs hearts the same way Tartaglia does.â
âWhatever you say, Tortilla.â
âItâs Tartaglia!â
He never brings up the fact that you never call or text him back, even when heâs somehow gotten ahold of your number and started sending you memes and updates about his day. When asked, he just shrugs and says heâll win you over eventually.
SCARAMOUCHE
It wasnât intentional, and youâll admit it was completely your fault, but did he have to be such an asshole about you dozing off on the counter?
âHave the standards really fallen so low that employees are now afforded to sleep on the job?â
Here was this guy at two in the morning, bemoaning societyâs failure in raising the new generation to have a proper work ethic at a 7-eleven store. The guy had a rolex watch and clothes that looked like they were worth more than your monthly salary â youâre not one to judge other peopleâs appearances, but heâs the very image of nepotism. And frankly speaking, youâre of the opinion that rich people shouldnât be entitled to an opinion on what the working class decides do with their life, like falling asleep on the job.
âŠAnd oh, you just said that out loud, didnât you?
Oh well, your manager will understand.
The guy with a bowl cut leaves fuming, but not before slapping a wad of cash down the counter to pay for his stupidly expensive noodles, snarling at you to keep the change since you clearly need it more than him.
You do, in fact, keep the change. Money is money, whether itâs from your salary or a rich boy throwing a tantrum.
The next day in class, a bag slams down the seat beside you, and youâre met with the same rich boy from last night, a scowl painting his rather pretty face as he hisses lowly about how heâs surprised you can afford to go to college. Talk about holding a grudge, you wouldâve forgotten all about him from last night if he hadnât given you his change.
He fumes even more when you donât give him any sort of reaction, merely nodding your head at him and turning back to the board to listen to your professor drone on about this and that. Itâs rather difficult to focus, however, when he keeps muttering sarcastic comments and barbs to the teacher beneath his breath.
âIf you even had an iota of charm about you, perhaps your wife wouldnât have filed for a divorce.â
You choked on a laugh, hand coming up muffle the sound, but he clearly noticed, judging by the way he snaps his head to you, eyes wide and seemingly surprised you found it funny. You only smile at him, an amused little thing, but he quickly looked away and murmured something unintelligible beneath his breath, his fists clenched and the tips of his ears curiously pink.
He comes back to visit your job that night, still with that air of haughtiness about him but a bit toned down. Even more surprising was the fact he didnât immediately leave the moment he handed you his money.
âDo you want the change?â
âAre you so desperate for money that youâd go begging a total stranger for some spare coin?â
âI mean, yeah, I guess.â
âTch, fine. You can have it.â
He never fails to come back every night, always giving you the change for his bill, even when the amount is more than the items he paid for. Sometimes, heâll even take out a snack or a drink from the bag and slide them over to you, cheeks suspiciously red as he did so.
âDonât think this means anything. Iâm only giving this to you because I know you canât afford it.â
âItâs literally worth ten mora.â
âWould it kill you to at least give me a thank you?â
âThank you, Kunikuzushi. Iâll be sure to treasure this can of cola that I wouldâve never been able to afford without your help.â
âShut up.â
He buys you a tub of ice cream the next night, the ridiculously expensive kind, to prove a point. The two of you eat it together at one of the tables, him grumbling about the stain on the table and the overall lack of quality and taste â at a 7-eleven â and you laughing whatever he says.
Well, you suppose heâs not as much of an asshole as you initially assumed.
VENTI
Heâs a bit popular in campus, in the sense that nearly everyone is friends with him, which makes it impossible not to have heard about that one guy whoâs really great at singing. You were, unfortunately, one of the few that arenât well acquainted with him â arenât acquainted with him at all.
So when he comes up to the counter, all boyish grin and ridiculously short shorts and a cute little pink hair clip keeping his bangs away from his face, holding an entire householdâs worth of vodka and wine, you do what any rational semi-adult would do and look at him with a blank face.
âAre you even old enough to drink?â
He laughs at you like this is a common occurrence he faces on the daily before slapping down his ID on the counter. And huh, would you look at that, heâs even older than you are.
He then lights up once he gets a good look at you. âHey, youâre Albedoâs friend, arenât you?â He abandons his alcohol at the counter in favor of looking around your quaint little convenient store. âSo this is that 7-eleven he keeps talking aboutâŠâ
Youâre not exactly sure what heâs going on about, but you do know he must be a friend of Albedoâs, which makes you ease up around him. Heâs nice. Sort of. If you ignore the teasing and the jokes and the way he keeps asking you to give him a student discount. For alcohol. Youâd given him what you hoped was your best imitation of Kunikuzushiâs stink eye. You think you got it on point, if the way he deflates is any indication.
He comes around the store every weekend, saying heâs here to get a little treat for the awful weekday heâs had. You never fail to remind him that he has class every Sunday, to which he responds by opening a can of beer (which he hasnât paid for yet) and sitting on the counter, bemoaning the injustice of putting classes during the weekends.
You once asked him why he keeps hanging around this store when thereâs a perfectly good bar right around the corner, owned by that popular red-haired business major from your university. Venti just laughed and said he prefers the quietness here â and the company, he added with a wag of his eyebrows. He always teases you, sometimes borderline flirting, but itâs easy enough to wave it away.
The day you discovered he was actually well known in campus was when your university hosted a local event. Thereâd been stalls and booths set up everywhere and even a little mock-stage put up near the center for any band or singer to perform in. Itâd been nice to have a break from the monotonous routine of going to class and studying then working at your job and getting less than ideal sleep.
And then you heard your name booming out from the speakers, and you turn your head to see Venti on the stage with that little lyre he sometimes carries with him to the store, saying heâd like your opinion on a song or two he composed.
He dedicates the song to to you in front of the entire student body, then proceeds to sing the cheesiest, most gut-wrenching and cringiest love song of all time.
âWhy did you have to pick that song?â
âBecause itâs fun and cute!â
âI sometimes question your ability to distinguish cute from horrifyingly monstrous.â
Thereâs a mortified look on your face, but amidst the embarrassment and the teasing remarks of his friends, thereâs a smile on your face that you canât bring yourself to wipe away.
iâll be doing a part two on this but with diluc, dottore, kazuha, xiao, and zhongli!
â When you randomly pointed to a handsome man and declared him to be your boyfriend, you didn't think it would get this out of hand. You just wanted a couples discount!
â Alhaitham, Ayato, and Kazuha
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This was originally written for my upcoming "Help me break my engagement by marrying me instead." fic but I got carried away and it became too plot-heavy. So I made a new one. Most of these have nothing to do with money, I just thought the title was funny.
Edit: If this hits 1k within the next two days, I'll write a part 2
Alhaitham
You blame Kaveh for this. This is entirely his fault and you will not be convinced otherwise. If he hadn't opened his big mouth to Alhaitham about the fact you've been spouting that he was your boyfriend, then you wouldn't be in this mess. It wasn't even that serious, it's not like you were actually emotionally invested with the man and this was all a delusional dream. You barely knew the guy aside from the multiple rumors about him in the first place. You just needed to access some limited-edition books for your thesis and his name happened to be the easiest way to get ahold of them. Sure, you may be lying to authority for the better half of a year about your relationship with the scribe, but it's not your fault they didn't ask questions. If you happened to threaten to tell your very scary and very influential "boyfriend" about this "mistreatment", that's just a byproduct if anything. But now you have a very irritated silver-haired man crowding into your personal space asking why the hell you're announcing to the world that you're both in a relationship. It's creepy. He called you creepy. Is this where you roll over and die in shame?
You swear you didn't think it would get this out of hand. You just happened to spot him in the background while the librarian was giving you a hard time and your dumb brain-to-mouth filter was taking a break that day. So you just blurted that you were Alhaitham's partner and that he would be very upset to hear that you were being treated this way. It's not completely far-fetched, Alhaitham seems like a very, very, private person and on the off chance you were telling the truth? Well, the poor librarian didn't want to lose her job. Besides, it's not like you were planning on doing anything illegal and you don't think you're the absolute worst person to be fake-dating.
By some stroke of luck, or maybe he felt too much pity for you, Alhaitham decides to cut you a deal rather than get you kicked out of the Akademiya. He gets multiple love letters, confessions, and heart-eyed individuals trailing after him all the time. Frankly, he's getting tired of it and since you've already taken the liberty, he won't say anything if you don't say anything. Though he makes it clear that if you ever do anything embarrassing, you're taking the fall and he's going to pretend he doesn't know you. A bit harsh but that's only a safety net. Plus it's not like you actually want to date him so he wouldn't have any commitments. The added bonus is that since he's well-known for having a...rough personality, you don't need to act affectionately with the man or go the extra mile. As long as you have each other's backing, you'll get to check out any textbook you want for free and he gets to be left alone. So for both your benefits, to the rest of the Akademiya you and him are a couple.
You should have known this deal was way too good to be true. As soon as people hear that Alhaitham acknowledges that you're his partner, they're on you like rabid fungi. In comparison to the scribe, you're far easier to prod and poke for any gossip and your quiet day-to-day life is suddenly thrown into the wind. Multiple people a day come to bother you about what it's like to date the moody man. It gets to a point where you have to actually dress incognito just to go and get some coffee. Seriously, didn't people have deadlines and exams to prepare for then to hound you down to talk about your fake love life? Alhaitham is no help either, only shrugging off your complaints and telling you that this is what you agreed to.
He's a horrible partner, fake or not. This isn't your storybook romance where he suddenly falls in love with you, he straight up ignores you sometimes! If anything, this entire situation has stopped you from feeling intimidated by him. Before you wouldn't dare approach him, his appearance and body were enough for you to shy away. You're impulsive, not blind. Alhaitham is drop-dead gorgeous but now that you've reached such an absurd situation it stops intimidating you. You begin to regularly pester the man because you know that even though you're both not actually dating, it would look really bad if he shunned you constantly.
He actually doesn't mind you. Unlike Kaveh or anyone else who interacts with him, you know how to be quiet and independent. Most of the time you both sit in silence, the only noise between the two of you being the flipping of pages and the scratching of ink against paper. If you ever do speak, it's always with a purpose. It's just a bonus that while everyone stares at your table, no one ever approaches. If they need to speak with him, they see your body right next to him and they decide to come back at a later time when he's alone.
Over time, he finds himself seeking you out instead of the other way around. He's come to find your presence comforting and it's the only time when he can actually sit down and read. Being an observant person, he starts to notice your little habits. For one, touch seems to be how you interact with others. You always bump elbows whenever you greet him, pinching his half coat whenever you want to drag him to see whatever captured your attention, and nudging his arm with your hand whenever you need him to bend down so you can whisper something into his ear. He's honestly surprised and concerned that he doesn't push you away with your skinship. If it were anyone else, he would have sent them a sharp glare and pushed him off but he doesn't for you.
All things must come to an end eventually and you've finally finished writing the last sentences for your thesis. Your pat on the back is the firm shut of a book as a deep sigh escapes your lips. Tired but relieved. The goodbye is uneventful, you simply tell him that you don't need him to pretend to be your boyfriend and he's free to live out the single life. He just nods and with that, you're gone.
No one says anything when they notice that Alhaithem sits at a table alone for the nth time that week. There are a few whispers back and forth about how you either got fed up with this attitude or he realized that he was way out of your league. Either way, everyone assumes you and Alhaithem are no longer together and his routine before you arrived settles back in. Yet, he feels off. He refuses to call it longing, you both were hardly affectionate in the first place, but he feels a bit lonely without your presence beside him. it's been plaguing his mind ever since you packed your things and left. He's hardly been able to concentrate on his book, rereading the same sentence for the fourth time before snapping it shut. Letting out a deep sigh, he runs a hand through his hair before setting it against his closed eyes. What's gotten into him?
"Is this seat taken?"
His eyes shoot open, turning around to see you with an armful of books looking expectantly at him. You look nervous and he can't lie to himself that he doesn't find that just the slightest bit endearing. He can tell that you're struggling to carry all of them from the slight shake in your hands.
"I thought our deal was over?" he says this but he gets up anyways to take the books out of your hands and places them on the table. You just roll your eyes at him because of course that's what he would say first and push forward. You're probably the only one who would act so brazenly in front of him besides Kaveh but he doesn't find it irritating when you do it.
"What? So I need to be in a relationship with you just to sit at a table? I know your ego is big but not thattt big," you stretch your words as you settle comfortably into your seat.
He wonders when he started thinking of that specific chair as yours.
"No. I suppose not," he says with an exasperated smile as he sits back down. You beam back at him as you shuffle your chair closer to him as you open your textbook, your fingertips gave that familiar tug for him to lean in closer.
"Good, because I need some help with this section. I have no idea what the hell "bloom" is."
Ayato
Although Valentine's day was mostly celebrated in Mondstadt and Sumeru, Inazuma still liked to dabble in the festivities during the day of love. Various couples' discounts on tricolored Dango or limited edition books from the Yae Publishing House. There was one popular series in particular that was having a huge discount to celebrate the holiday and even though you weren't in the market for a partner, you weren't going to pass up on such a steal. Only for your excitement to fall flat when the lady informed you that the discount was for couples only.
You can't believe this. You just stood in line for hours only for them to tell you this now? What kind of shady place was this? Of course, they didn't advertise the specifics of this sale, they knew this book was popular. People waiting in line wouldn't just walk away once they found out and they would end up paying full price! Well, two can play this game. You randomly gesture off to the side, saying that your boyfriend was just standing off to the side because he wanted to grab some refreshments. You aren't really looking where you're pointing, too busy digging through your pouch and counting your coins of mora before a sharp gasp stops you. The lady quickly bows and beams at you with a mega-watt customer service smile. She hands the book to you free of charge while profusely thanking you for your patronage. You look off to the side but you don't see anyone, but you weren't going to say no, so you shrug and take it. A free book is a free book.
To be fair, you were making it really easy for the Archons to mess with you. You hear whispers around you that you can't make out, anytime you glance at passing people, they quickly bow and shuffle along. You have a horrible sinking feeling forming in the pit of your stomach and you quickly rush home so you can avoid whatever the hell you just caused. Unfortunately, word travels fast in Inazuma, and every shop you pass by you're being confronted left and right with sales pitches and gifts of appreciation for your partner's hard work. All of which you decline, half of it because you're not actually in a relationship and the other half because you have no interest in their gifts. But you've already dug yourself this far in your grave so you just give a hasty no thank you as you try and dodge everyone who looks at you with that glimmer in their eyes. Who did you point at to receive this much praise?
Ayato is greatly confused when people approach him to congratulate him on his engagement. He wasn't planning on getting married any time soon, his duties as the Yashiro Commissioner taking up most of this time. Did the elders set someone up for him without informing him first? He's curious about who his mystery person is but everyone he asks doesn't seem to know where they went. Apparently, his fiancee is shy but humble, declining gifts from various shopkeepers no matter how expensive they are.
That's until one of the children points in your direction and his eyes slide over to you who looks just as confused as him. He's never seen you in his life and you don't look like anyone from a significant clan. He gets clued in that you boldly announced your relationship with him when you were checking out a specific book meant for couples only. Ah, he's starting to understand now. He offers a piece of candy for the helpful information as he makes his way over to you. His mysterious fiancee.
As soon as the man in front of you says Lord Kamisato's name, the uneasy weight in your stomach drops. You quickly spin on your heel to see the pale blue hair and amused light purple eyes. Oh. Oh, Archon's above, please, out of everyone you could have pointed to, please don't make it be the Yashiro Commissioner. You're about to burn this book into ashes and do a ceremony to banish whatever youkai were stored within the pages if you manage to make it out of this alive.
If Ayato was upset about this situation he's found himself in, it would be immediately wiped away because you look like you're about to collapse. He's trying his best to not laugh at your torment right in front of you, but the mix of emotions that's so openly displayed on your face is making it hard. It's obvious that you didn't mean for this to happen, you've just tripped and fallen into a web of misunderstandings. Too entangled to explain yourself without making a fool out of yourself.
If looks could kill, this storekeeper would be dead on the floor twice over. This man calls out to the Yashiro Commissioner, and just to add salt to the wound, proudly congratulates him on his engagement with you. You said nothing about an engagement, you're far too young to be thinking about that thank you very much. But Ayato just nods along with that ever-pleasant smile without bothering to correct the situation. You're not sure if you should be thankful or not. He might be planning your murder in his mind so you stay silent as well.
When Ayato's gaze shifts to you, you do what any creature does when they're in danger and there's nowhere to run. You hide. You automatically raise your book to cover your face so you don't need to look at the source of your embarrassment. Although it does nothing to hide just how red your face is, you don't see him and that's good enough for you. But this also means you don't see the questioning glance the storekeeper shoots Ayato about your behavior, to which Ayato gives a pleasant smile and waves a hand to dismiss the situation.
"Please excuse my fiancee, we didn't mean to announce our engagement so early," Ayato muses, and the storekeeper nods in understanding while you bring your book down low enough to peer over the edges of the pages. Is...is he covering for you? He looks down expectantly at you but when you don't move, he awkwardly coughs into his fist and tilts his head toward the shopkeeper.
"A-Ah yes, that's right! It was a slip of the tongue and I hadn't realized I said it out loud. Please excuse my behavior," you bow and you can hear Ayato turning his head to snort into his hand. This is awful. You think you would prefer if he just outted you so you didn't need to show the world how awful your acting skills are. This is why you read plays, not star in them. But the shopkeeper nods in understanding, apologizing for saying your engagement so loud for others to hear before you're leaving with Ayato's arm wrapped around your waist.
"I'm deeply sorry. There was a discount for couples only and I just pointed in a random direction and it just happened to land on you. I swear I didn't mean to start any of this," you quickly rush out as you bow before Ayato as soon as you're out of sight from the public eye. He still has that annoying look in his eyes but you're completely at his mercy right now. The smug bastard definitely knows that.
"It's no trouble at all. I found the situation quite entertaining," he chuckles before looking you up and down. Okay...a tiny bit weird but you suppose your actions are worse. There's a long silence between the two of you as if he's pondering something and you've had enough of today's events.
"Um...well if that's everything I'll be getting out of your hair. Please enjoy the rest of your day Lord Kamisato," you mumble as you turn to leave but his hand hooks onto the back of your kimono and drags you right back.
"Ah, ah. It would make a bad impression if my fiancee suddenly left me on Valentine's Day. Oh and please, call me Ayato," he smiles that same polite smile but his eyes tell a different story entirely. His smile even widens at how hard you're biting your lip as you match his with a strained one. For Archon's sake, you just wanted to buy a book, how did you get into this mess?!
Kazuha
As soon as Inazuma's borders reopened, you were jumping on the fastest ship back to Liyue. You even got extra lucky that your good friend Beidou happened to be on the pier and offered you a well-deserved ride back to your home free of charge. You've been so homesick but unable to leave due to the regulation the Electro Archon placed, so to say that you were excited to finally go back was an understatement. Although the Crux Fleet was mainly an armed carrier delivering goods between places separated by sea, it did occasionally transport passengers if they paid enough. It only made sense that others would be like you and wish to return home as soon as possible. It's too bad that one of them happened to take one look at you and decide that you were born to be his.
It's an incredibly awkward affair. This wealthy businessman doesn't appear to mean any harm but he's incredibly dense with no sense of social awareness. Although you've politely declined his advances, he doesn't seem to stop. Even when Beidou herself threatens to throw the man overboard, he just keeps his distance and makes heart eyes at you. Unfortunately for you, Beidou can't actually throw him into the cruel watery depths no matter how much you plead with her. The man seems to be an important figure from Snezhnaya so she can't exactly treat him badly. Thus you spend most of your time ducking away and running away from your creepy admirer.
You're usually not so bold but the mix of overwhelming homesickness and just wanting to get this journey over and done with, all of it compels you to act rashly. If your new admirer can't take a simple no then you'll find a different way and show him you're off limits. You've seen the man who sits on the crow's nest, you believe Beidou said his name was Kazuha, whose been a part of her crew for a while now. You've only made passing small talk with each other and he seems like a nice person, at least you hope so. Because as soon as his feet touch the ship's deck, you're throwing yourself at him. You have to give him credit, he has lightning-fast reflexes and is a lot stronger than his demeanor expresses since he manages to catch you and stop you both from sprawling across the floor.
You make a show of throwing your arms around him and whining about how he doesn't spend enough time with poor dear you. You can tell he's infinitely confused so you lean in and whisper into his ear about your creepy stalker who can't take a no. Your eyes desperately plead with him to play along with you, just until the ship reaches Liyue Harbour. It only takes Kazuha to look over your shoulder and lock gazes with said "stalker" before he's turning to you with the most tender smile on his lips and a soft apology for being neglectful. A promise to spend more quality time to make up for his behavior. You swear that should have been an omen because you feel your heart stop for a second right then and there.
It's not completely out there. As the lookout, he would have to stay up in the crow's nest most of the day, and given how soft spoken Kazuha normally is, he doesn't look like the confrontational type. But he does make good on his fake promise and you find yourself spending most of your time in the crow's nest with Kazuha rather than ducking into the shadows of the lower deck. Kazuha is a relaxing presence and you can understand why he stays up here rather than with the rest of the crew. The gentle sea breeze brushes through your hair and it's so peaceful all the way up in the sky. You're almost jealous that he has an anemo vision because you think you'd love to stay in the winds forever.
He's also a gentleman through and through. You're not entirely sure if he's just pretending alongside you or if that's just how he normally acts. You think both options are equally plausible and endearing. At some point, you forget that you're supposed to be doing this for show to keep a creepy man away from you and you genuinely start to seek him out. It's during one night when you watch Kazuha whistle a tune through a leaf that you realize just how deep you're in. Now your position is reversed and you start to feel like the creepy heart-eyed stalker. It's something that you must absolutely not let happen, not on your watch.
Your sudden distance from Kazuha leaves him a bit hurt. He knows that this originally started as an act but he felt that you and him were getting close to each other without any ulterior motives. That all your talks of your dreams and aspiration were real and meaningful. But now that you've suddenly pulled back, he question's if everything was made up in his head. It's not like you owe him anything, he decided to help you out from of his own volition. Beidou can only look at this scene painfully at her two idiotic friends pushing themselves away from each other because they can't sit down and talk it out.
She drags the two of you into a private room, her only warning to fix your emotional angst or she really will throw you both overboard. You both know she's entirely serious so you both obediently nod as she slams the door closed.
Beidou leans against the wooden crates with her head propped up with her arm. She should probably stop watching, she's being far too nosy with her friend's love life, but what kind of friend would she be if she wasn't? She hopes you both managed to talk it out and realize that you're both crushing hard on each other. She had been far too busy with Liyue fastly approaching to check in on your progress but from the looks of things, she thinks everything went well. With the red cheeks and your fingertips linked together, it's so cute that she wants to gag on her wine. Don't get her wrong, she's happy for you and Kazuha, but any more of this puppy love is going to send her into an early grave.
"You're not going to stay in Liyue?" she overhears you say. Huh? She honestly thought that Kazuha might pitch a tent and finally settle down with you but the small shake of his head and your fallen expression says otherwise. Damn, talk about a heartbreaker. But he gives you a soft expression, something really vulnerable, and his hand comes up to caress your cheek- and that's her cue to turn away. That's something that even she knows she shouldn't be watching. She instead takes another swig of her cup.
"Captain."
She looks up to see Kazuha standing beside her, the air of nature and sea breeze clinging to him wherever he goes. She politely doesn't bring up the charm clutched tightly in his hands.
"You sure about this kid?" Beidou asks, her eyes still trained on her empty cup of booze. She doesn't need to look to know that he's watching your back disappear into the crowd longingly.
"If I try to force something I know I'm not ready to finish, it would only lead to disaster. Right now isn't the right time. But I'm sure in the future, our paths will cross again," Kazuha nods to himself solemnly. This time Beidou does look at him before she shows a fond smile herself before she brings her arm back and slaps it against Kazuha's back. It's loud and hard enough to jolt him out of his temporary sadness.
"If you ever need a ride back to Liyue, just let me know. We'll get you there in no time lover boy," Beidou grins cheekily as Kazuha flushes a bright red. How cute, he can't even be honest with himself huh?
aether, scaramouche, diluc, childe, kazuha x g!n reader
notes: modern au, suggestive content, can be read as established relationship or not
synopsis: based on the tiktok trend where you wear a necklace made of candy beads and have people eat them off your neck at college/a club/etc cus itâs sexy
aether
would genuinely think youâre just wearing it for fun since itâs colorful and cute. doesnât even realize itâs candy until you ask him if heâd like any candy and when he accepts you point to your neck and ask him to take a bite
would bloom red as he goes for the beads near the side of you neck, tugging on the string to try and eat it off. finds it too hard and gives up, going for your neck.
his lips are wet as he eats it directly off, hands on your waist as he pulls off, nodding to himself
âthat was quite nice.â
scaramouche
would eye your neck with a confused expression at first, not so silently judging your choices in jewelry. but once you tell him what its purpose was he becomes interested in it, since he has such a sweet tooth he eats practically the entire thing. or maybe he does that so thereâs no candy left for anyone else to eat.
goes straight in for it, going for the ones underneath your chin and gliding his tongue over a majority of them as a reason to spend more time kissing your neck
âidiot, you donât have to pull a stunt just to get me to kiss you.â
diluc
a polite gentleman and will point it out, assuming a young child gifted it to you when you show up to a party with it. heâll be flustered at the connotation behind it but eventually give in if itâs what you desire
will tug on the string so heâs not too close to your neck and bite off just one candied bead, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. youâre the one who has to tug him in by the collar and let him know all the beads are for him
âif it makes you happy, iâll divulge in thisâŠactivity.â
childe
makes a beeline for you at the club, eyes hungry as he stares your neck. the dim lights and crowded environment and he never fails to find you and get his hands on your body. youâd worn it just for him.
automatically knows your intent and wastes no time in grabbing you by the waist and letting his lips work its way onto your neck, right on the dance floor. giggling into your skin as he tugs on it too hard, breaking the necklace and watching as the candy beads clatter onto the ground.
âa shame, but i donât need them to mark your neck. you taste just as sweet without candy.â
kazuha
already a very physical person, his hands are always finding an excuse to be on you or for his lips to be on your skin. you show up to his place wearing it and he quirks a brow at it, asking if it was a new trend you were trying. you laugh and ask him to come closer. his keen sense of smell picks up on the candy quickly.
his fingers hook under the string, pulling it to his lips as he doesnât waver eye contact wit you. his lips pull up into a smirk as you hear the crunch of the candy in his mouth. with each bead he gets closer and closer to your neck until his lips are sucking on your skin, even when no candy is left.
âyouâve gotten me quite riled up, darling. are you going to help me relieve it?â
a/n: imagine doing this when going to a party and you come home with all the beads still intact đđ if youâd like any other characters for this trope send me an ask! ^-^
last night, you had your very first sleepover with katsuki.
it was perfect. no snoring or sleep walking, no blanket hogging, and most importantlyâno pro hero work pulling him away in the morning. the only thing that wouldâve made it better, is some clarity.
youâre dating katsuki, but itâs not officialâheâs not your boyfriend. you wonder if maybe, heâs just not that into you, or perhaps, he just doesnât have the time. timeâsomething heâs never had enough of, that has to be it, right?
your very first date, it was a two parter, because he was needed elsewhere mid mapo tofu. a few other dates after that were also cut shortâmaybe he thinks you just donât know each other well enough yet? is it even possible for someone like him to think that way? whatever the reason, you need to know.
âmorning katsuki,â you murmur, shuffling into the kitchen as you pull your sleeves up over your fists. you have a clear goal in mindâbut heâs cooking, without a shirt, and suddenly your mission is ten times more difficult. is this what being a pro hero feels like?
âmorning,â he mumbles back, glancing up briefly as you lean against the counter.
âwhat am i to you?â shit, how did that slip out? you couldâve sworn you asked how he slept.
âa fuckinâ headache,â he replies, sliding two glasses out of the cupboard and onto the counter. he opens the fridge, grabbing the carton of apple juice, and the carton of orange juice.
date three, part oneâyou had a heated debate over which is better, apple or orange. katsuki told you he doesnât like to chew his damn beverages, and you told him that, believe it or not, they make orange juice without pulp. still, he went on about the bitterness, the acidity, and the horrid oj and toothpaste comboâyet here he is having both in his refrigeratorâhow odd.
âcâmon, iâm serious,â you urge, watching the liquids cascade into their respective cups.
âso âm i.â he nudges your glass towards you, bringing his own up to his lips and chugging it.
âbut, iâm in your apartment,â you pause, noticing the way his face contorts into a full on sentenceâone that reads yeah, no shit. âi slept in your bed with you, iâm wearing your shirt,â you continue, gesturing to the long sleeve currently swallowing you whole.
âyouâre talkinâ my damn ear off too,â he breathes, wiping an arm over his mouth.
by date five, it was obvious that katsukiâs actions spoke louder than his wordsâwhich is impressive considering just how loud his words are. puddles lined the streets that evening, courtesy of the afternoon downpour. it was busy, drivers lost in their own little worlds as they drove pastâand each and every time, katsuki would angle his body to the right just a bit. he cursed every last one of them who sped by, and he was absolutely miserable by the time you made it off the main roads but, at least you were dry.
ânevermind,â you say, sliding into a chair at the dining table. youâve decided that, whatever this isâitâs good enough for you.
but it was on date one part two that katsuki knew you were it for him. after running out on you just three nights prior, he was glad you even showed upâbut you went one step further. you sat there with that pretty smile on your face. no eye rolls, no guilt trips, and not a single snide remark or complaint. you even offered to pay for the mealâas if he would ever let you do such a thing, but he found it cute nonetheless. so, he owes you this.
âhey,â he barks, causing your head to snap up. the two plates he had set on the counter are full now, he must be done. âyouâre mine.â
the look on your face mustâve said it all, because heâs choking back a laugh as he carries your plates over. youâre his? why did he blurt it out so casually? are you missing something?
âoh câmon,â he huffs, plopping down in the seat next to you. he turns, trailing his eyes up and down your figure. âyou slept on my damn side of the bed, in my fuckinâ shirt.â
he gave you this shirtâright before he told you to go wait bed while he tidied upâhow the hell were you supposed to know he has a specific side?
âdonât play dumb,â he pauses, scowl growing as he watches you reach for a piece of food with your bare hands. he grabs your wrist, ushering for you to let him roll your sleeves upâlike hell heâs gonna sit back and watch you get his shirt dirty.
he folds the fabric with precision, biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hide his smileâbut he just canât.
âyâalready know youâre mine.â
note ; thank you for reading <3 might very well be ooc i dunno itâs my first time writing him officially >: rbs are appreciated !!
(SEE: RICHBOY!SAKUSA SPOILS YOU A LITTLE TOO MUCH).
âABSOLUTELY not.â He deadpans, glaring at you like youâve just kicked his dog and insulted his mother. Itâs not a kind tone, âDonât ask me again.âÂ
âKiyoomi, you always do this,â you seethe, ignoring the discomfort of the round-cheeked waitress holding the card reader, âLet. Me. Pay.â
âFuck. No.â He returns, redirecting his attention to the server and handing her his card, âIâm terribly sorry about her. Debit, please.â
âSakusa Kiyoomi.â You say as she scurries off, clearly amused at the battlefield the two of you have created in the center of this high-end, dimly lit restaurant. You wouldnât be surprised to find a moviestar seated at the table behind you.Â
He repeats your name back to you in the same tone you used with him, a handsome grin on his face, âYes, my love?â
âStop paying for everything!â You demand, âPeople already think Iâm using you for your money, and you arenât really helping my case.â Youâve seen the tweets. Some are accusatory. Some are happy for you. None of them attest to your character.Â
âWell,â he leans over the table, finding your hands and softly stroking the knuckle there, trapping you in his coffee-cold gaze, âAre you using me for my money?â
âNo,â you grumble, a little flustered at his forwardness, âBut stillââ
He releases your hand as the words leave your mouth, a satisfactory smile tugging at his lips, âThen thereâs no issue. Though, I wouldnât be opposed to you using me for money. Iâm a useful guy.â
âKiyoomi, thatâs not the pointââ
âAs a matter of fact,â he sifts through his wallet to find what heâs looking for, gently sliding it across the table when he locates whatever it is, âIâve been meaning to give this to you.â
The young waitress returns with a smooth leather checkbook and a pen. He thanks her as she walks off, delivering his signature to the flimsy receipt with a few flicks of his wrist, âWhatâs twenty percent of two hundred? I wasnât good at math.â
You donât answer that, âYou canât be serious. Kiyoomi, I canât acceptââ
âIs fifty dollars enough to tip? Fuck it, Iâll just leave sixty.â
âThis is your credit card.â
âYou have great eyesight,â he comments, shrugging like itâs nothing, âAnd I have good credit. Use it for whatever. Iâll pay it off.â
You nearly laugh at the absurdity of it all, âSince when were you so confident?â
âWhen you started giving me attention,â He grins easily, âIâd do a lot of things to get you to pay attention to me.â
His transparency catches you off guard, âYouâre serious?â
âWhy wouldnât I be?â he fires back, âYouâre too pretty to not be taken seriously.âÂ
You sigh, face feeling hot.Â
âYouâre too much,â It takes a great effort to fight back the grin that threatens to break through, to suppress a smile at his ease, âLetâs go home.â
âWhy donât we go find something sweet?â He offers, standing to help you into your coat, âThereâs a good ice cream place around here that stays open late.â
Your shy smile gives Kiyoomi enough of an answer. Thanking the staff as the two of you head for the door, he slithers a sneaky arm around your waist.
âIâll even let you pay,â he flirts, pulling you closer to combat the late-night temperatures, âWith your new credit card, of course.â
This was so self-indulgent it's actually ridiculous. Marrying rich is a very real, very serious goal of mine. Hmu for offers serious inquires ONLY <33
or, having a bookstore as your meet-cute ft. kazuha & heizou x gn!reader ⥠fluff, modern au.
KAZUHA
he's really pretty, is the first thought to come to mind as you pass the poetry section of your local bookstore. pale cream-colored hair, a single scarlet lock that matches his eyes ...
you shamelessly allow yourself to look over the shelf of the next section and accidentally meet the stranger's eyes.
"do you perhaps like poetry too?" he says, smiling. you flush.
"ah- no," you laugh nervously.
"i guess you just caught my eye." fuck. we're being brutally honest today are we? your brain screams.
the stranger chuckles.
"what were you really looking for?" he asks, flipping his book over in his hands.
"i don't know, honestly ... do you have any recommendations?" you say, slowly. you internally curse at yourself. god, this is so embarrassing.
the stranger laughs again, the sound beginning to nestle itself in your heart.
"i'm kazuha," he says. your eyes widen slightly. "i'm ... y/n," you say, offering an awkward smile.
needless to say, you walk out of the bookstore half an hour later with a number written down on the paid receipt of a poetry book, a stupid smile gliding across your flushed face.
HEIZOU
"ah, i reached out for it first ..."
"i believe you're mistaken, my hand is under yours."
never would you have thought your weekend would start out with fighting over a book, with a stranger no less.
a pretty stranger ... your brows furrow at his sparkling olive green eyes and the cute moles under them. "it's the last signed edition!" you argue.
"and your hand unfortunately landed last on the cover. so i believe that it is now rightfully mine," the stranger says, whipping out the book from under your hands, hiding it behind his back and smiling cheekily.
"you ..." you huff and he walks away towards the counter.
you remember your last resort. you reserved the book for yourself last month!
"wait!" you yell, hurrying towards the counter. "can i see the reservation list?" you ask the cashier.
your fingers run up to the top of the list on the notebook given to you. "aha! i reserved it last month, so i believe it is mine," you declare, glaring at the stranger's face.
he takes the notebook from you, flipping it to the previous page. he taps the name on the last line. shikanoin heizou. signed a day before yours.
he smiles shrewdly. "it's mine, sweetheart."
your mouth hangs open throughout the entirety of his payment.
he stands by the exit. "you know, now that you've seen my address and number, why don't you stop by for a visit so you can borrow it?"
you don't respond, gritting your teeth.
"i'm looking forward to it," he says smiling, and his wine red locks disappear behind the door.
god, you are so not going.
you did.
note. yay first official fic outside of the smau! ayato was supposed to be here but i gave up halfway through JIABSUHS maybe next time
usertsubaki 2022 â please don't repost, claim or translate.
HQ BOYS WHEN YOU PULL THEM BY THEIR BELT/BELT LOOP
SUNA: a deep yelp comes from his lips, the usual bored look he had on his eyes now replaced with shock as his hands naturally lands to the nearest surface, trapping you in his arms. with his face now inches closer to yours, he looks down at you, the tension between you two now rising. he raises an eyebrow with curiosity in his eyes as his deep voice flows through your ears, âhm, whatâs going on in that little head of yours, bun?â
KUROO: a startled expression etches on his face, not expecting you to do such a bold action. although, heâs quick to recover from his shock as he shoots you a cocky grin, letting his hand fall to rest on your hip. âwhatâs this, kitten? if you needed me, you couldâve just said so yourself.â he chuckles, âbut this,â his eyes then wander down to where you were holding his belt, âthis is probably much better.â
ATSUMU: literally gasps out loud in shock, âoh SHIT you- you really just did that huh?â he curses, trying his best to compose himself although heâs actually a stuttering mess. with a deep inhale, he lets his hands find their place on your hips as he looks down at you with a certain look on his eyes, clearing his throat. âare we gonna make out or..?â
IWAIZUMI: he looks down at you, surprised. letting an eyebrow raise as if heâs asking for you to explain what was that for. however, with that look on your eye, iwaizumi swore something had bursted inside him that lead him unable to restrain himself as he slowly slithers his arm around your waist, the action sending you shivers through your spine while you watch as he reaches your hand that was holding his belt, raising it to let it rest on his shoulder. he chuckles under his breath while he keeps eye contact with you, âgod, you really donât know what youâre doing to me, do you?â
SAKUSA: both his eyebrows shoot upwards and his body freezes momentarily. you watch as his eyes looks at you with shock written upon them. he could barely let out a steady statement as his breath wavers, â..w-what.. what are you doing?â
OIKAWA: âokay, so, remember when iwâ AH! OH MY GOD!â he screeches out dramatically when you unexpectedly pull him by his belt and his heart runs in laps. he looks at you with shock as you only shoot him an innocent smile. âsweetie, what was that for?!â he lets a hand hover his chest as you giggle, about to give him an answer when he adds, âbut that was kinda hot though..â
YAMAGUCHI: a high pitched yelp comes from his lips and he stares at you with wide eyes, a flush creeping across his cheeks. never have you seen your boyfriend look so embarrassed and surprised your whole life that you had to let out a laugh, your reaction worsening the blush on his cheeks as he holds the wrist of your hand that was holding his belt. âH-Honey.. S-Stop..â
KITA: when you pull him by his belt, he letâs out a tiny oh, peering at you with curiosity. smh innocent bb. he gives you a look that encourages you to explain what you did, but somehow, inside him, he thought it kinda felt nice to have you pull him towards you that way.
KENMA: he tenses. it honestly never crosses his mind once that you would ever do the action of pulling him towards you by his beltâthe gesture so unexpected that it leaves him a blushing mess. his body freezes in place and you watch as he looks at you with wide eyes. â(y-y/n).. what was that..?â
KAGEYAMA: he really went âoh shitâ as soon as he feels that force on his hipânot expecting you to suddenly pull him in that way. his eyebrows raises in surprise while his head tilts in confusion, not sure what to expect when youâre innocently looking at him in the eye. and he blinks, âuh. hi?â
ASAHI: âAH!â he lets out a yelp that could possibly be heard up to the second floor. he looks back and forth from your face then down to where your hand connects to his belt, letting him compose himself for a few moments as he freezes in place. his eyes widens and he stammers like crazy. âS-Sweetheart.. What- What did you just do..?â
USHIJIMA: both his eyebrows raise upon the sudden pull of force on his hip area. he looks down at you as he holds a potted plant on his hand. you watch as he blinks down at you, as if looking for any answers through whatever emotion your face has on. you let him place his plotted plant on the nearest surface and he faces you, holding your hand that was on his belt as he raises it to his chest, letting his thumb softly rub on to your soft skin. âis there anything you need, honey? you can tell me anything.â
MATTSUN: when you pull him by his belt, he lets shock overcome him, both his eyebrows shooting upward. and yet, that shock is quickly replaced by a smirk as he looks down to where your hand is holding his belt. he lets out a deep âoh?â with a certain glint on his eye that deeply intensifies your need for him.
BOKUTO: âAH! WHAT ARâwait whatâs this all about baby?â his mood alters in the quickest because one moment his eyes were widened like saucers and now heâs peering down at you with expectation. and youâre starting to think heâs just realizing how much he likes the way you pull him to you by his belt. you could see the blush appearing on his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck bashfullyâa rare thing to be seen from the bokuto kotaro. and he suggests cheekily, âyou know.. maybe you should do this more often.. hehe.â
AKAASHI: he lets out the softest gasp from his lips as his widened eyes wander down to where your hand grasps onto his belt, and his mind really goes âoh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god-â but then he scratches that by clearing his throat, trying his all to keep his composure while barely managing to keep eye contact with you. âw-what is it you need, honey..?â
MC gets into trouble and can't really handle it themselves, or doesn't want to, so they call up some help, yelling "fuck you, i'm calling my scary dog privledge!" at the other demon before realizing that their phone was already picked up.
Lucifer
He's surprised when he sees you calling him but picks up right away
the first thing he hears is your voice yelling at someone else "-ck you I'm calling my scary dog privilege!"
while he'd normally furious to be reffered to as a dog, he's well aware of the phrase and it's meaning
is extremely amused when you realize he's picked up and smirks when you ask how much he heard
"do you need your 'scary dog privilege' to come get you?" he'll ask, listening as you get very embarassed but whoever is on the other size pisses you off and you quickly rattle off your location before hanging up.
he is worried though if you're calling him for help and hurries over.
Mammon
Mammon always picks up when you call, you're his human!
he is surprised though to pick up and hear you yelling "-I'm calling my scary dog privilege!"
turns bright red and freezes wherever he's standing until he hears your voice asking him if he's there.
"where are ya, the great mammon will take care of it!"
oh no, he heard you didn't he? yes, yes he did, he confirms with a grin. but don't worry, you're his human so he'll make sure no one bothers ya!
he's at your location before you can even hang up on him after rattling it off.
mans is fast but he's worried about you, so he's doublely fast to make sure nothing happens to you.
Leviathan
you're calling him? you never call him when he's in the middle of a live game, what are you thinking-
"fuck you, I'm calling my scary dog privilege!" your voice carries over from your end, and he blue screens. Scary dog privilege? who- WAIT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT HIM?!
yes! . . . oh, he said that out loud. Baby is nervous but asks where you are and knows how to get to you fastest right away. asks you to stay on the phone as he rushes to where you are.
as he runs over Levi does a mental 180 from how he usually is and pulls up in his demon form and acting angry, but confident and firm.
this isn't Levi, he knows that's not the version of himself with scary dog privileges. That's the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy and whoever made you call him done fucked up.
Satan
hasn't even looked away from his book, just picks up his DDD to answer it.
hears "-you, I'm calling my scary dog privilege!" and whips his gaze to his phone.
smirks and listens to you realize he'd heard you.
"im a bit offended you compared me to a dog." decides to tease you even though he's already getting up and heading out of the house becuas you obviously need him.
you'll make it up to him but please come help.
he can hear the flush of your cheeks in your voice but would rather see it in person.
he'll be there in a minute, so where are you?
Asmodeus
oh! you're calling, he was about to call you so you could do your nails- "-calling my scary dog privilege!"
. . . excuse you? 'scary dog privilege'? oh darling no, that's insulting!
obviously he'll come help you but please don't call him that, he's far too pretty and such things to be your 'scary dog privilege'.
but luckily for you, you're one of the only people who can resist his charms, so he'll make sure whoever is bothering you makes such a fool of themselves they'll ruin their reputation forever and won't ever bother you again.
. . . what do you mean that's why he's your scary dog privilege?!
Beelzebub
Beel is still cheweing when he picks up your call, but thankfully his DDD was already in his hand.
"-uck you, I'm calling my scary dog privilege!" is the first thing he hears and it nearly makes him choke on his food.
he doesn't spend a lot of time online and stuff, but he knows exactly what that phrase means and is concerned.
why are you calling him and claling him that? are you ok? is something wrong?
really doesn't care much about you calling him that and is more worried about why you're calling him at all for help.
no longer hungry, he drops his food and gets your location, running over right away. he can come back and finish his meal later, and he'll bring you with him once he makes sure you're ok.
scary dog privilege, he realizes, is a title he'll wear proudly if it means that you'll call him when you're in trouble.
Belphie
who the fuck is calling hima nd waking him up- "-m calling my scary dog privilege!"
no longer pissed and much more awake as he sits up, a grin splitting his lips.
scary dog privilege, huh? oh do tell him more. loves to hear you panic a bit that he heard you calling him that but worry pulls him to full awakeness when he hears someone else yelling at you.
"where are you?" dead serious, aready out of bed and pissed someone would ever lay hands on what belongs to him and ready to cut a bitch before putting them to sleep.
indefinitely.
. . . "what do you mean I can't kill them? you're my human, and you're calling me for help, which means I'll help in my way."
argues with you on murder the entire way to your location.
Diavolo
Diaovlo loves getting calls from you! Barbatos almost took his phone when he reached for it but you were calling so he's deal with the consequences of ignoring his work later.
"-uck you, I'm calling my scary dog privilege!"
. . . . barbatos that wasn't in Youthful Fun 101, what does that mean? . . .oh- OH SHIT
are you ok?! he's very worried and does not care if you sound embarassed. you're strong in your own right so something must be wrong is you're calling for help.
is at your location right away with a quick teleport, looks entirely focused on you and making sure your safe but inwardly is furious.
you never see any of those demons again
Barbatos
Barbatos is a busy demon, he often gets short little phone calls from you when you want to show him something or tell him about something you see or read. he loves those, so he knows you're the one who called right away by your unique ring tone and picks up.
freezes with his knife poised in the middle of his chopping when he hears your voice yelling "-calling my scary dog privilege!"
mc, where are you? . . . hmm? no, why would you think he's angry, he's concerned for you. you did call him for help, right?
yeah, you did, but did he-?
"did I hear you refer to me as your 'scary dog privilege'? yes, but don't worry, I don't mind. now, your location please?"
he's there right away with a quick teleport after obtaining it and it quick to dispatch the demons harassing you enough that you felt the need to call him. hardly spends any time on them at all, looking you over for any injuries.
takes you back to the castle and brews you some tea and gives you a few snacks, setting you up in the kitchen so he can keep an eye on you.
keeping you away from the halls where the angry Little D's drag the demon's bloody not-quite-corpses to his dungeons for punishment.
Simeon
Simeon and you mostly text, he's not the most technologically capable being so its easier to stick with what he knows. but simple phone calls are easy and he picks up yours right away.
"-I'm calling my scary dog privilege!" are the first words he hears from your end and he drops his pen.
scary dog privilege? what in the world- you're too embarassed to tell him so he calls out to Solomon, concerned, to ask. at the answer he's 3 times as concerned and is asking where you are.
you tell him but are more embarassed by the fact he heard you call him that.
"I don't mind litte lamb, i'm honored that you feel i'm that strong to reffer to me like that." he's being completely honest and rushes to be by your side.
demons can't stand up to holy light, especially not demons like those.
he doesn't pay much attention to them after blinding them, making sure his lamb is ok before quickly urging you to come back to purgatory hall for the time being.
their punishments aren't his to dole out, but Simeon is not above exaggerating slightly to worsen their punishment when informing Diavolo of what had happened.
Solomon
not paying attention and answers his phone on speaker, consentrated on his current potion.
"-uck you, I'm calling my scary dog privilege!"
oh? MC? oh my, do tell him more? what did he do to earn such a prestigious title?
will tease you until you're blind from embarassment about calling him that but is already using a tracking spell to find you.
don't worry, he'll keep you safe.
but he'll also scare the absolute shit out of you when he suddenly shows up behind you before you can ever tell him where you are.
scoops you up with the intention of distracting you from those demons and what they did, more than happy to lend a helping hand.
but no, he won't forgot you called him that, fully intends on making you promise to always call him when you're in danger.
