warnings - crying, arguments, yelling, cursing in scara's, hints at abandonment issues, petnames (my love, dove, angel, sweetheart)
summary - after a heated argument, you storm off to get some air only to return hours later and find him with tears streaming down his face
a/n - i've seen a lot of those "genshin guys make you cry" hcs (and MMM are they deliciously angsty) but then i thought: what if the roles were reversed? and here we are :')
disclaimer - fights are gonna happen in any sort of relationship, but what matters is how you communicate about the problem :)
you hadn't expected things to go this way, the heat in the air was unthinkably hot and menacing as was the thick tension that wrapped around your throat so coarse and wiry, you felt your breathing halt.
faces warm and throats sore, how long had it been since you first brought up the topic? time itself seemed to still when the man you loved with all your heart stared back at you with boiling rage engraved in his usually loving eyes and an unsettling sneer on his soft lips.
words poured out of his mouth yet your ears remained numb as your battered heart filled the void and rammed against your eardrums. it was as if for miles all you could hear were his shouts and disgruntled comments, even the sharp jab or two where you were most vulnerable. what stabbed the most, however, was your reciprocation.
you were sure at least one of your comments had hit a nerve, but you saw red, red, red. and all courtesies began to fly out the window.
was it so selfish to wish that he'd set aside your differences and hold you so lovingly as he usually did? perhaps, yet your mind wandered to the realm of forgiveness and the dried tear paths on your cheeks ached for your mouth to split open and spew apologies.
but as angry as you were, you loved him. you loved him so much, the mere thought of his anger overshadowing his love for you had your knees buckling and breaths escaping the confines of your lungs.
"look, i'm going to cool off and then we can talk about it later." there was a defeated hum to your voice, one you'd find in a cornered animal who'd been slashed through their bellies and had nothing but adrenaline running through the thin crevices of their veins.
he expected you to storm off with stomped steps and an angry pout, but when you stepped forwards with shaking arms that wrapped around his torso so tightly, and pressed your lips to his clothed, thundering heart, his anger seemed to dissolve entirely.
the final icing on the cake was the whimpered "i love you," whispered against his heart from your lips.
and suddenly, your warmth disappeared from his chest and the click of your shoes began to fade away until all he was left with were echoes of your touch, and a throbbing heart that yearned for your presence.
content + scenarios utc!
windrise had such lovely breezes, and soon you found that your anger had seemingly fluttered away with the calming winds. your walk had allowed you time to think, of both the words diluc spoke and your own behavior. neither of you were very polite or mature about your handling of the matter, much to your chagrin.
after some thought collecting at the large tree near windrise, you legs found themselves dragging towards dawn winery where you had only been hours earlier engaged in the fight of your life, with the love of your life. what was it about? you hardly remembered anymore, but what you craved most was not vengeance or the ability to be right, but diluc's arms wrapped firm around your waist and his intoxicating scent of fresh grapes and aged wine. you longed to run your hands through his thick locks instead of pulling out your own, or feel his palm, gloved or bare, in your own instead of anxiously digging crescent shaped holes into the flesh of your palms.
the doors to the winery felt as heavy as led when you placed your hands and pushed with all your might.
the usual dim candles that illuminated the winery were nowhere to be seen; the entirety of the property seemed void of light and deprived of the usual staff scurrying about. the pit in your throat began to jostle your insides but you swallowed it down with firm resolution and set off in search of diluc.
his usual spot, tableside by the fireplace, was devoid of warmth or any semblance of his being save for the reading glasses he often wore while tending to the winery's paperwork. you clutched the pair of spectacles in your hand and prodded around each room with bated breath, hoping to see the familiar mop of red hair.
just as you ascended the stairs and began to approach his office, your heart stilled as did your breath: the faintest of whimpers met your ears in a sorrowful kiss and the creeping hesitance that had been brewing in the deepest confines of your stomach had begun to resurface.
as gently as you could, you approached his office and peered inside.
the mighty diluc, so strong and so brave, looked much more akin to a lost child as he sat slumped in his chair, elbows placed limply on his desk while his hands took it upon themselves to hold his head over countless stray pieces of paperwork. his red locks had fallen out of its usual composed ponytail and poured out in waterfalls over his skin and desk. even from this strained angle, you could see the small splatters of teardrops that fell onto the documents below his face. and sweet barbatos, with every one of his muffled cries and sobs, you felt your heart break and scatter into pieces, a sharp bite coming to tingle at the ends of your eyes when your name passed his lips in a hoarse and whispered voice.
diluc seemed not to notice you as you approached with cautious steps and gently set his reading glasses down in front of him on his lacquered, wooden desk. the gentle stroke of your hand on his head was what tore him from the wallowing fields of his hands.
his eyes scanned over your body, his own hand hesitantly reaching up to overlap the hand you placed on his head. upon feeling the smoothness of your skin and the bumps of your knuckles, diluc bolted from his chair and wrapped his arms so, so tight around your body. the usual solid cadence of his voice felt wobbly and unstable as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck and shook with sobs. you squeezed back with equal force and ran a soothing hand through his mangled locks.
"i thought...i thought you left me," he managed to sputter out in between lulls of choked cries and sharp inhales.
a single tear slipped down your cheek, "shh i'm here now, i wouldn't leave you just like that." and how true it was that you never would.
you pulled his face from your neck and swiped away at the moisture that coated his face. the rims of his scarlet eyes pooled with a never-ending stream of tears. his skin felt hot to the touch as your nimble fingers worked to rub away his sorrow. diluc's hand found its way up to cup your cheek and brushed away at the stray tears that trickled down from the reservoir hidden behind your eyes.
"i'm so sorry, my love. i meant none of what i said, i truly do love you with all my heart. if i had been more mature about it-"
"no, diluc," you gently placed the soft of your palm against his lips to silence him, "don't blame yourself like that. i'm at fault as well, and i'm sorry." the tip of your nose brushed against his before aiming to slot your lips against his for a tender, chaste kiss.
"we can talk about it after you've calmed down, okay?" you asked once pulling away. he nodded in reply and returned his face to your shoulder, allowing his tears to be absorbed by the heat of your skin all while you cradled him in your arms and whispered words of love and reassurance into his hair.
the muffled "i love you" from your shoulder had you weak in the knees, and it was then that you knew that the both of you would be okay, especially when you replied with an "i love you too" in return.
cider lake was breathtaking at night: from the dancing glimmers of moonlight atop its rippling surface, to the gentle, cooling breeze that came in from the lake water. shoes clutched in one hand, your bare feet made soft footfalls and left behind imprints of your existence in the grainy, mushy sand.
surrounded by tranquility, you finally had a moment to breath and think back to your argument with kaeya. you no doubt felt terrible, both for losing your cool and the sharp imprints of his words that still left impact wounds on your heart. it was almost as though kaeya could target your worst insecurities and zero in on them like heat seeking missiles, and he never failed to miss.
but you knew deep within that it was both of your yelling, both of your disagreements that led to where you are now. and with the calming brush of cider lake's waters against your ankles, you knew you were calm enough to talk things out with kaeya. after all, you loved him, flaws and all.
the favonius headquarters were ominous to some at night, but you glided through the lacquered halls with ease, taking great care to empty your shoes of sand and water first. it wasn't the menacing darkness of the halls that worried you, rather the gentle trickle of candlelight from kaeya's office that urged you to turn around and discuss things in the morning. but you knew that you wanted to fix this, that you'd rather fall asleep tonight knowing you could wake up to his charming smile rather than cold sheets.
despite the glow that poured in from his office into the dark halls, only a single candle had been lit by his deskside instead of the usual four or five that he'd placed around the office. instead of facing his desk, kaeya's chair had been turned to gaze outside the large, paneled window that sat behind his desk. from his office, cider lake stretched on and glimmered under the moonlight for as far as the eye could see. with his cheek propped up by his elbow that rested on the arm of the chair, you almost thought he had been sleeping if not for the slightly ragged breaths emitted from his lips.
you cautiously knocked on the wood of his door, "kaeya? it's me."
the man in front of you hardly moved, transfixed on the gentle sloshes of crystal clear water in front of him.
"kaeya, please don't ignore me," your feet felt like on his wooden floors as you approached his chair, "i came here to tell you how sorry i am, not to fight anymore-"
the rest of your sentence fell flat in your throat as you finally came face to face with kaeya.
kaeya whose eyepatch had long since fallen to the floor and laid by his boots. whose hidden, milky eye seemed lost and confused. kaeya whose eyes gently trickled with silent tears. he hadn't noticed your presence until your thumb came to gently swipe away a tear from under his normally hidden eye. he seemed to flip a switch on as his usual seductive (though strained) grin formed on his face.
"finally come crawling back, sweetheart?" and if not for the warble of his voice or the tears cascading down this face, you'd think he was alright.
"oh kaeya," your hand gently pushed kaeya's head into the soft expanse of your body and wrapped around his broad shoulders, "i'm so sorry."
he sat motionless for a while before his arms pulled your body closer to his, and you felt the small vibrations of his hiccups through the cloth of your attire.
"m' so sorry, dove. i didn't mean what i said to you, i promise."
you gently shushed him and stroked the top of his head, "i know, i know, kaeya. i'm sorry too, we both handled it wrong."
your lips pressed themselves against his soft locks, then moved downwards to his forehead, then nose, and finally his quivering lips, sucking away the last of his breaths from deep within his lungs.
"i thought you left me, for good this time." his voice dripped with hesitance as he raised the heel of his palm to his forehead and humorlessly laughed, a strained smile on his face.
"somehow it's always the people i love the most that i hurt, it really is quite funny." despite his words, kaeya sounded so, so sad, as if he'd break under your fingertips.
the words you wanted to speak didn't seem to fit quite right, so instead you opted to squeeze tighter around his body to let him know how real you were, and let him know that you haven't left him.
"i hurt you too, kaeya. and i'm sorry, very sorry. but we can talk about it later, okay?" he didn't respond, but from the gentle, forwards tug of your arm that had you sitting with your legs slung over his lap and the tight grip of his arms around your torso, you had all the answers you needed.
"i love you, i'll always be here for you." you murmured just under a breath as your lips found solace pressing against the eyelid that held his hidden eye.
the gnawing pain in his heart began to slowly ease with every lingering touch you left upon his skin.
zhongli had once told you that the best way to relax in the famed port of liyue was to sit by the docks and count the ships as they entered in and out of the city.
you hadn't expected a use for this fact, nor for him to be right.
your legs dangled over one of the wooden piers, eyes trained on the elegant and grandiose ship that seemed to sparkle with gold in the setting rays of the sun. counting the ships and pointing our their details in accompaniment of a lovely, gentle sea breeze and the smell of salt in the air had given you time to reflect on your fight with childe.
his hair trigger temper and impulsiveness were things you never usually found yourself the victim of, not until today at least. you'd felt fear but never like this, not fear where the man you loved was at the center of it all. fear that he'd leave you, fear that he'd hate you, fear that you were the main source of his anger at that moment.
the momentum of your feet stilled as you recalled the way in which his voice would take on a tender tone in the early hours of the morning, or when his arms would sneak around your sides to startle you out of whatever task you were preoccupied with. you could never lie to yourself: you missed him dearly despite your argument.
which is how you found yourself alone in northland bank, shoes making gentle clicking sounds on the marble floors in search of childe's office. the fear that had been building up in you had manifested into sweat that trickled down your forehead and the nervous clench of your palms. his office was barren of his presence save for the closet door that looked like it had been flung wide open and the scattered mess of papers on his desk that you had helped him organized.
"are you looking for lord tartaglia?"
you turned your head around to face ekaterina, who send you a polite smile hidden beneath the fabric of her mask. you nod in response, unsure of what was to come.
"i'm afraid he just set out, his location was undisclosed." you frowned in response but thanked her nonetheless from preventing your fruitless search.
night had fallen when you emerged from the bank, eyes wide and wandering in search of the familiar head of ginger that you loved so much. your lead-heavy legs dragged you to the outskirts of the city where the hills began to climb and grass rolled heavy at your feet and tickled your ankles. you almost hadn't registered the slight thump of the footsteps behind you.
"(y/n)?"
you turned around at the sound of your name only to be met in a crushing hug by none other than childe himself. "childe?!" startled, your mind instinctively moved to wrap your arms around his waist and run up and down his back. it was only under your touch that you noticed the heave of his shoulder and the slight rasp of his voice.
his shaking hands gently pulled your body away from his to peer into the galaxies contained within your irises and it was then that you noticed the slight reddening of his eyes, the flush of his face, and the tears that cascaded down his cheeks in silent waterfalls. "i-i've been looking all over for you, angel, i-" he tried to speak but it was as if you could see the words getting caught in between coughed sobs and whimpers that pierced your heart and had you beckoning him back into your arms.
your own eyes began to water and soon slipped into a silent river of tears when his arms clutched your body with his life and his sobs heaved themselves into you.
"i'm so sorry, for losing my temper with you. i-i didn't mean it i swear! i just- i'm-"
"hey, hey, childe it's okay," like a lullaby, your soothing voice brought him back from the deep wrangling tentacles of his mind and cradled him in your warmth, "i'm sorry too, i wasn't very nice to you either. but let's talk about it when we're both not a mess, sound good?" the little laugh to the tail end of your sentence still somehow managed to send butterflies through his stomach. even with tears streaming down your face, he still found you so beautiful.
he nodded and kissed your wet lips with all that he was in a silent promise to both himself, and you.
scaramouche's sharp tongue never hurt, never pierced past the protective layer you donned when you took on the title of the balladeer's lover. but it seemed your shield had worn thin, and his venomous tongue had managed to stab holes through your heart and lathered your soul in poison.
you were thankful just this once for the shogun's principle of eternity. in the land that never changed, you found solace in letting the sea breezes of narukami's beaches lull you into a dream where scaramouche's words didn't sink their fangs into your soul, and where you didn't retaliate with arguments that made no sense and were fueled by anger.
but dreams were dreams, and you opened your eyes to the stinging reality that laid before you. bare feet clinging to remnants of sand, your shoes had been discarded on a rock in favor of strolling through the waves at ankle length, letting the water cleanse you of your anger and the breeze to soothe your battered heart.
it wasn't like scaramouche at all to lash out at you, sure his tongue was sharper than any knife he wielded, but you knew just how much he treasured you even if his words betrayed his heart. and it was that single thought that had you picking up your shoes and hurrying back to the little cottage scaramouche had managed to haggle into his hands.
your feet ached and burned from scratching against the dirt path, but you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms and tell him just how sorry you were, and hoped that he'd hear the prayers deep within your heart.
the doorknob felt all too heavy in your sweaty palm as you struggled to turn it. perhaps this was fate screaming at you to run far, far away, but fate has never enticed you into its grips, so you turned the doorknob.
the house hummed with silence and basked itself in the glow of the moonlight, devoid of any candles or electro spheres that scaramouche often used to illuminate the home.
"scara?" you called out tentatively in a small voice. with no reply, you heaved a sigh and set your sights on finding whichever corner of the house he'd gone off to.
you didn't need to look far, as a single glance into his home office revealed to you that he hadn't moved an inch since you left the house in a flurry of emotions earlier that day. hunched over his desk, elbows on the wood and head resting on his folded knuckles white from gripping onto thin air.
"scara?" at the gentle call of his name and upon seeing your worried look, he flinched.
"what do you want?" sharp as ever, he refused to look you in the eye and settled for huffing away and favoring a corner of the room. his sleeve came to brush across his eyes and you thought nothing of it.
"i want to talk, if you're willing." as if to test the waters, you took a cautious step forward. with the click of your shoe on the hardwood, scaramouche rose from his desk and slammed his palms face down onto the lacquered wood.
"i don't. leave." you would have respected his wishes, if not for the single glimmer of a tear that streaked down his flushed face illuminated by the moonlight.
"are you sure-"
"LEAVE! I SAID LEAVE! GO AWAY!" the sudden outburst hadn't phased you the way his rolling tears and choked sobs did. he tried to scream more profanities and "go away!"s at you, but his words were nestled between the crook of muffled cries and whimpers. instead of leaving, you found yourself coming closer and closer until your arms had found their way around his shoulders and your hand began to stroke his soft locks.
scaramouche thrashed and screamed threats and murderous words that would've had anyone else's blood boiling, but you knew from the salty tears that cascaded down his cheeks that he was just as hurt as you were.
"i'm not leaving you like this, scara." you cooed as the hand that had been stroking his hair moved to wipe away the tears from his eyes.
those words alone seemed to break the dam that had been holding back all of his tears, even if they came out in angry glares and single drops of tears rather than sobs. his hesitant arms found their way around your waist and squeezed tightly.
"why...why do you stay with me?" he asked in an out of character, soft, tentative voice that strained with emotion. "i can't watch my mouth...and you put up with all my bullshit. i don't get it."
"that's an easy question, it's because i love you, dummy." with a watery laugh and tears of your own in your eyes, you pressed a chaste kiss first to his cheek, then to his parted lips which tasted of salty tears and indulgence.
"and, i'm sorry for our fight earlier. we can talk things out later though, for now i wanna give you some cuddles." cheekily, you made grabby motions with your hands and smiled despite the evident tears on your face.
his pride would never allow him to mumble those sugary apologies you yearned to hear, but scaramouche had a way of speaking to you in which no words were needed. the slight tug of his arms around your waist and his muffed breaths accompanied by the burning touch of his skin and tears in his eyes were all you needed to know how sorry he was.
all your worries washed away as did the tears on his face fade when you reciprocated his love as best you could despite his flaws.
A/N: finally! the kakashi fic is here! this is based on the anime series detective conan and it took me like a month to write so i hope you guys will love it! also, a sequel is in the works!
proof reading credit goes to @runeterrankhaleesi
The drive to the beach was…an odd experience. Kakashi thought to himself.
His eldest daughter, Aiko, had been silently bouncing and smiling in her seat throughout the whole ride. It probably had something to do with the person she promised to meet. Kakashi internally groaned at his daughter crushing on some loser but, no matter, he’d just scare him off.
While his youngest son, Sakumo, kept staring at his sister in suspicion. Sakumo was a very observant seven year-old who always managed to find trouble wherever he went. Kakashi briefly wondered if his son would end up being a detective like himself or sign his ass up for the C.I.A. He hoped it was the latter.
As Aiko checked them into the fancy looking hotel with lavish furnishing, Kakashi allowed his eyes to wander the occupants of the hotel. He could feel a tug on the corner of his lips at the sight of beautiful women dressed in cute sundresses and tiny little bathing suits. Perhaps going on a mini vacation during the drought wasn’t such a bad idea.
summary: Kageyama Tobio has always been a closed-off person; keeping his feelings in a cage—wary of setting it free. When he meets a carefree and outgoing person that was just out of his bounds, he lets himself loose into the feeling between them and the bedsheets.
pairing: sugar daddy!kageyama x gender neutral!reader
Note: This is kind of an interactive fic/game maybe idk how to describe it. You can tag your friends, I’d be happy to know if you liked this or not. 💓 I’ll be doing one for every team. The length of the fic can vary (some can be too short while others too long, it depends on my imagination). I’ll be offering two choices. One angst to fluff and a pure angst for each character. Some items may be repeated to another team, don’t worry it will have a different content.
Description: Where Haikyuu boys kept one of your favorite belongings after your breakup.
Guide:
1. Among the items, pick what you liked the most or something that represents you/something your fave character would keep.
2. Click the link according to the item you have.
-Two endings are offered. The first one will be fluff and you can choose whether to proceed with the pure angst ending.
3. The item will correspond to a fic with the surprise character I incorporated with the item. Dont worry, you can read all ☺️
🎀 bumping into your ex-boyfriend is never easy, for many reasons. one of them, is having to see him with his new girlfriend.
PAIRING: iwaizumi x f!reader
SOUNDTRACK: “bitter” by fletcher (explicit)
SIZE / FLAVOR: 2.4k || angst
CONTENTS: profanity
NOTES: happy angstvember, everyone!! i decided to start the month off kind of tame with this fic, so i hope you all like it c: thank you brit and gab for beta-ing dis i appreci8 u
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Today’s supposed to be a good day.
You’d finally turned in a school project after working on for weeks, and decided to celebrate by treating yourself to a burger for lunch at your favorite diner.
So why, why is it, that the second you step into the restaurant you know so well, filled with the familiar smell of beef patties and french fries, you see the person none other than your ex-boyfriend.
Iwaizumi Hajime, the ex-boyfriend whom you haven’t seen in three months since the breakup that ended—for lack of a better phrase—fucking horribly.
And not only that, he has company: a new girlfriend sitting beside him at the bar counter where they’re eating, her fingers interlocked with his as she chats away happily, her back facing you.
Is he serious?
Iwaizumi’s taking his new side piece to your favorite spot?
You stop mid-thought immediately upon detecting the hostility of your comments.
You’re well aware that his new girlfriend hasn’t done anything wrong, and it wasn’t right for you to call her a “side piece” just because you’re bitter about how things ended between you and Iwaizumi.
Standing as still as possible while waiting your turn in line to place an order, your pupils slide ever-so-slightly to the right, in the direction of your ex-boyfriend—who just so happens to look up at the same time.
And now you know, that he knows you’re here too.
Your eyes dart back in front of you, to the back of the customer you’re waiting behind’s head, but, after a few seconds, you can’t help but peer at Iwaizumi again.
He looks just a tiny bit distracted now, while his girlfriend continues to ramble cheerfully; he hasn’t said a word, she hasn’t turned around to shoot you a dirty glance, and they definitely don’t seem like they plan on leaving the diner any time soon.
prompt: you're engaged to marry the crown prince of mondstadt, diluc ragnvindr. but the two of you lack an interest in each other and while diluc busies himself with other lovers, you find solace in the comfort of mondstadt's library -- and the alchemist that comes along with it. ( “can i tell you a secret?” w/ albedo from my 2.5k prompt list, as requested by anon/a discord friend of mine)
pairing: albedo x gn!reader
warnings: ...open relationship(? if you REALLY squint, but both diluc and the reader don't consider themselves to be in anything more than a contract), royalty!au
words: ~2.1k words
a/n: enjoy your meal, seven. hope u like how i fulfilled ur request !!! ok wait why am i actually proud of this fic LAMSLDKJS?????
you hadn't meant to fall in love with the chief alchemist of mondstadt, especially not when your hand was sworn to someone else.
from a young age, you had known that finding true love was never going to be something you were allowed to do. instead, you would simply be married off to whatever country provided inazuma the best deal for your hand. as the child of the inazuman emperor yet not first in line, you were no more than a pawn to be used for geopolitical relationship leverage. as such, you had been sworn off to marry the crown prince of mondstadt himself, diluc ragnvindr.
however, he was a closed off man who was polite enough, yet had little to no interest in being your actual lover. you felt the same. things between the two of you were cordial, yet it took no genius to realize that someone else had already stolen his heart. you had no desire to do claim him as your own anyways. as long as diluc kept his illicit affairs under wraps, in order to avoid tarnishing his and your family's reputation, you cared not what he did in his free time.
but without the company of diluc, you were often left to explore the palace walls of mondstadt by yourself, provided you could shake your incessant entourage. it proved to be easy, especially since the stern-eyed librarian, lisa, provided you an alibi nearly every time, allowing you squirrel yourself away in the library's backrooms. you would sit in the cushioned windowsill for hours at a time, a book between your fingertips, reading silently to yourself.
on such days, the only face you would encounter would be lisa and, on scarce occasions, her lover, jean. you envied the two of them and the connection they seemed to have -- the connection that they were able to choose to keep. instead, you were off limits to all and wanted by none who had access, forced to live vicariously through the romance novels that you plucked off the library's shelves. in the warm sunlight that filtered through the library windows, enveloping your body in warmth akin to the most genuine of hugs, you could almost pretend that you were somewhere else and that you were someone else.
yet, duty calls your name and every afternoon, you would slink out of the library, not wanting to cause too much of a disturbance with your impromptu absences. you would return to your ladies- and gentlemen-in-waiting, only to have them collectively ignore how you managed to sneak away from them for the umpteenth time. such moments within the library were the only time you truly felt at home in barbatos' domain, freer than the winds on which the leaves ride on.
the visits became routine. approach lisa at the desk, have her escort you to the back, and burn through the pages of whatever unfortunate book you had chosen to be your victim for the day, then slip away and return to your royal duties. and yet, even the most simple of routines can find themselves flipped upon their heads. it happens in the most innocuous of ways. as you sit in the room full of banned books, a face that is neither lisa nor jean enters.
his blonde hair almost glows in the warm rays of sun that filter past you and cast themselves upon the doorway. however, you are drawn to his soft turquoise eyes that widen upon seeing you within the room of illicit materials. you raise your eyebrows inquisitively at him, drawing your book closer into yourself as you nestle further into the security that the window seat provides you. the silence between the two of you lasts only a few moments, yet it feels like an eternity.
"pardon my interruption," he says. his voice is smoother than the silks you adorn yourself in. "i was not informed that anyone else would be within this section of the library."
he speaks cautiously, as if confused as to who you are entirely. you have no idea who he is, yet it would take someone truly disinterested in politics to not recognize your royal garments nor your face from mondstadt's royal wedding. he treats you as if you are not the spouse of the crown prince, but rather a complete stranger. after years of being touted around as no more than a plaything for any royal who ranked above you, the crystalline innocence of his wide eyes is refreshing.
"likewise," you say, slowly. "what is your name, if you feel inclined as to answer?"
he blinks at you. "i am albedo, mondstadt's chief alchemist. and you are?"
albedo. the name rolls of his tongue in the nicest of ways. you wonder how it would sound rolling off yours, yet you know you should not indulge in such selfish forms of intimacy with those of a lower rank than you. albedo either has no idea of the rank you hold above him or does not care. you feel inclined to believe the former, due to the way the edges of his suit are clean and neatly pressed, fitting snugly to his figure. such precision with his appearance leads you to believe that albedo is a man of formalities, even if he does seem a bit clueless as to your actual identity.
albedo's question bursts your illusory bubble of freedom, grounding you to the palace halls that have determined your life's future. you let out a soft sigh and elect to drop any titles from your name, in hopes to hear the word that makes you different from all other royals and nobles fall from his lips, as you desperately wish to be more than your title. your name feels foreign without an honorific in front of it, yet you manage to spit it out.
albedo echoes it back to you and you feel butterflies in your stomach. a faint glimmer of recognition appears in his eyes, yet his body language does not alter itself based upon such a revelation.
"it is an honor to meet you, your majesty," albedo says and you cringe internally at such formal words being used in your direction once away.
"i am nothing special, there is no need to be so formal with me. please, treat me as you would a colleague," you instruct and albedo nods, a bit startled by your request, yet understanding nonetheless.
"very well then, (y/n)," albedo responds and you feel your heart skip a beat as his name falls from your lips. "if you wish to be treated as a colleague, then do you wish to accompany in my alchemic experiments for the day?"
albedo had only invited you out of selfish reasons, even if he wouldn't admit it. sure, you had seemed bored, but with sucrose having taken the day off due to falling ill and timaeus currently in dragonspine, albedo required an assistant to aid him that he did not have. he did not wish to bother some inexperienced knight who could get called away at any moment, but you were different, for you would be able to wave anyone off with a single hand and stay by albedo's side.
what he hadn't expected, however, was the chemistry between the two of you. you spoke in soft words, constantly asking him inquisitive questions and being a willing test subject to potions and concoctions that he had been brewing. there was a friendliness in your tone that had surely been crafted by the same loneliness that threatened to swallow albedo whole on the daily.
as you depart his laboratory, albedo feels a tug in his heart as it begs him to call you back to stay. despite knowing you for such a short time, albedo feels as if he has known you for years. after all, the two of you are kindred spirits -- foreigners to mondstadt who had the ability to destroy its reputation lying within their hands.
on his fourth visit to your little alcove within the library, albedo invites you not to his laboratory, but instead invites you to spend time with him. the alchemist sits next to you, perched so he can view the outside scenery. in the small conversation that exists between the two of you, albedo manages to sketch a beautiful image of the scenery that lies just outside the palace walls. while you cannot experience their lush green grasses for yourself, nor gather whatever mondstadtian rarities lie within the forests, albedo gifts you his drawing and you experience the taste of freedom once more, even if it is only found within the graphite smeared across the page.
in the soft summer sunlight that encases you both, you place a cautious hand upon albedo's cheek. with only the clouds above and barbatos as your witness, you share your first kiss with the alchemist. it is chaste as it is sweet, yet his composed nature falters as you pull away, leaving albedo behind with flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips. the pink hues that swirl across his skin are something he lets you admire only for a brief moment before he pulls you close to him once more.
in the hasty, inexperienced fingers that wrap themselves around the back of your head and around your waist, you feel a warmth softer than the sun's own rays as albedo's lips smash against your own. the kiss lacks all of the reservations that the previous one did. your own inexperienced lips meet his naïve ones in a rush, teeth knocking into each other, yet the alchemist holds you as if you are the finest of lab samples on the verge of breaking.
in a perfect world, the two of you would be able to profess your love from the rooftops for all to hear, yet you can only reveal your affections within the solemn walls of the secret book portion of the library. like the pages on the shelves, you and albedo together contain secrets that the general public would be unable to comprehend, so the two of you settle for finding company in the clouds that float above the window seat that you two share.
you lose track of how many times the alchemist visits. he begins to bring small offerings, as if you are an altar who needs worship. despite your soft chastising, he brings them along anyways. albedo's gifts consist a windblume made of geo during the yearly festival, a warm scarf the color of the golden amber that forms his vision, and small creations from his laboratory that even you have managed to visit on rare occasions.
one day, he brings you a bouquet of cecilias and you pull him to sit in front of you. you begin to thread their delicate stalks through his hair and he waits patiently, relishing in the way your fingertips brush against his scalp and the way your body hovers close to his. silence falls between the two of you, yet the two of you have never understood each other better. as you finish your task and sit back to enjoy your handiwork, albedo turns to look at you. you're about to scold him for his impatience, but three words exit his lips that stop you in his tracks.
"i love you," albedo professes. silence fills the space between the two of you as a soft grin appears on your face, interrupted only by the warbles of the birds who are blissfully unaware to the way the two of you are trapped within your lies inside the palace walls. in this little refuge from the duties that beckon you both, the two of you can finally experience the liberating freedom of the truth.
"can i tell you a secret?" you ask, scooting closer to him. albedo looks at you for a moment before nodding slowly. you smile at him, the alchemist who freed your heart and now wears a crown of the freedom archon's favorite flowers.
"i love you, too," you murmur while brushing a stray lock of hair out of his face. as his lips split into a wide grin, you feel a gentle breeze brush past the both of you, despite the window being closed.
for the first time since your arrival to mondstadt, you feel content.
HEY SUMI! are your requests back open? if they are can i request cuddling with megumi? ive been super stressed and i just want to cuddle this antisocial emo boy 😣 anyways,, mwah i love your work (turning 18 soon and counting down the days to when i can request and interact with nsfw)
A/N: hey babs! My requests are now open huhu, AND YES A MEGUMI REQUEST! Here you go sweetheart, I love your work too kat! (LMAOSHSHS- I’ll be waiting (◡‿◡) ) hope you like it and hopefully I did this right! I apologize for any grammatical errors and misspellings! I’ll fix them later !
PAIRINGS: Megumi x reader
WARNINGS: [fluff][cuddles]
NAVIGATION
megumi’s cuddles are the best, he would always whisper sweet nothings to make you feel calm and safe around him.
Megumi is watching a show on the tv, making himself really comfortable on the couch. He’s been patiently waiting for you to come and finally relax. After minutes pass, he decided to go to your guy's shared bedroom, he found you working on something. He was confused— because you’ve been working on that for hours now.
He sighed, and slowly walked behind you. He massaged your shoulders and it startled you a bit. You rubbed your eyes then went back to working on your paperwork. “Hey..you’ve been in here for like..hours..” he rests his chin on the crown of your head, “sorry gumi.. I’m almost done I promise..” you yawned. “Alright..I’ll be waiting..” he sighed and went on the bed, he laid down, facing you. You sense him looking at you so you looked at him with confusion, you couldn’t help but laugh. “What?..” he said, “stop looking at me..” you covered your mouth— trying hard to stop laughing. He smiled in response, he badly wants to hug you and cuddle you already; though he’s patient.
After you’re done with your paperwork, you noticed that he was sleepy. He looked like he was trying to keep his eyes open; just waiting for you to finish your work. You stood up from your chair and stretched your arms, then walking towards the bed. You laid down beside him, then he moved in to face you, so you did too. He looked at you with his sleepy eyes, then his hands going to your back, sliding up to the back of your head. He pushed your head in closer for him to kiss it, he rubs your head while you wrap your arm around his waist. Your face nuzzling on his neck, “you’ve worked so hard baby...I’m proud..” he said in a tired tone “but..still.. don’t work and work until you’ve stressed yourself out.. you need to take breaks from time to time...” he kissed the top of your head again, “I love you so much..” you muttered on his neck, “I love you much more..now sleep baby..”
imagine being diluc's neglected fiance/e from an arranged marriage and he thinks buying you all the luxuries in the world is enough to make you happy (but it's not and you'd rather have him return your unrequited feelings over anything with monetary value).
“just name it and it'll be yours,” diluc would say over a silent dinner, the only time throughout the day you'd manage to talk to him in his busy schedule. you stopped poking at your food, lifting your blank gaze from your plate to the crimson pair of eyes boring to your skull. he was strangely perceptive of your dissatisfaction, but he was also ridiculously oblivious to your affections. “there is no need to hesitate. don't worry about the price.”
the offer was generous, given out of genuine consideration, yet you couldn't help but feel upset he actually thought you'd be fine as long as you had his money. “i'm not interested in that sort,” you quipped, biting back a harsh tone.
diluc blinked slowly. “i see,” he responded, keeping his expression neutral. “then what do you want?”
“it's not something you can buy, i'm afraid,” you sighed, taking a bite out of your meal. he hummed in thought, most likely assuming you desired a priceless rare item, and you quickly dismissed the idea. “it's not an object, if that's what you're thinking.”
his eyebrows creased in mild confusion. “so what is it?”
“it's...” you placed your hands on your lap, timidly slouching over. you avoided making eye contact, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “it's a request. spend time with me for an entire day. that's all i ask for.”
he hesitated, pausing from cutting the meat on his plate. his stare of disbelief burned your skin, but you didn't take back the request regardless, adamant on getting what you wanted.
a blink, then a sigh of resignation. “i'll... try to make time this weekend.”
and, well, if his heart fluttered at the sight of your bright smile when he accepted—he'll pretend it never happened.
spent the day doing christmas gifts and now i'm going to start write a request, so i give you:
HAIKYUU;;
Kuroo likes it when you wear his shirts; somehow, he feels like he's protecting you. Extra points because you leave your scent on his shirt.
Every Saturday, Daichi asks you to make a video call. Daichi just wanted more time with you and fell asleep while talking to you, while watching you, just made him dream about the possible future with you.
Kenma always buys you colorful and fun socks during important dates; you keep one sock and he with the other sock in the pair and you go around with matching socks for days.
NARUTO;;
Kakashi combs your hair when you are more sleepy and without the energy to get ready; as those days were those where you felt the most sad or tired, he used his time to make sure you feel beautiful with the hairstyle he does to you.
Itachi is always nervous when he cooks for you. Although he knows how to cook, and although he is a good cooker, he feels extra pressure when you taste his food, because he knows you only deserve the best.
It takes hours for Shisui to prepare for your dates. He always arrives on time, but for that, he has to start preparing 2/3 hours beforehand; during preparation, in addition to trying on dozens of clothes and trying to understand what perfume to use, he also makes a point of rehearsing various compliments for you, because he always forgets how to speak when he sees you.
BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA;;
Kirishima doesn't have a single photo with you. You could have known each other for years, but there was no photograph of the two of you together; however, his cell phone is full of photographs and videos he took of you.
Keigo likes it when you do his makeup. Often, he just looks at you with the eyeliner in one hand and the eyes of an abandoned puppy in his eyes, waiting for you to give in to his charm. It was an extremely intimate moment that Keigo loved deeply.
Midoriya has sketches of you in his notebook with small notes like "yellow is the color that looks best on them" or "when they use stripes, their smile gets bigger"; and honestly, he doesn't mind spending a lifetime studying you that way.
GENSHIN IMPACT;;
Childe asks you to feed him when you use chopsticks. Even though you always bring a fork or spoon for him, Childe just throws them across the room and waits for you to feed him, his eyes always bright when he stared at you.
Zhongli blushes and looks away every time you kiss him or hold his hand. It doesn't matter how long it passes, Zhongli simply could not calm down when he sees that you still really like him. It seemed like a dream to him.
Diluc always lets out little laughs when you say something stupid or meaningless. You could be thinking out loud, you could be studying or rambling, but the reality is that Diluc just melted with your innocence and sweetness.
hi ! can i please ask for a matchup ? i would prefer a male one but i'm pan so i'm ok if its a woman that fits me better 👉🏻👈🏻 i'm a 20 yo woman, full of energy and i love annoying the people close to me. i tend to speak a lot when i get excited or when i speak about something i am passionate about otherwise i'm kind of quiet, mostly if i'm with people i don't know much. i'm very honest (sagittarius power 💀) so sometimes i hurt ppl without wanting to, so someone who wouldn't get hurt easily could be a good thing for me, but also someone who could calm me down when i get heated up against someone and who would hype me up when i speak about what i like. 👉🏻👈🏻 i'm 5'2 (1m58) and i like to have a bf or a gf taller than me (it's not hard smh). i like art and learning in general so someone who could teach me stuff and would like to go to museum with me is a must. also someone funny and that would follow me when i do dumb shit. and yeah that's about it. thanks a lot. 🖤
I match you with...
Kaeya!
This is a definitely a match made in heaven, I’m calling it—Kaeya is your lover, your best friend, and your hype man all in one bundle; it’s like the two of you were meant for each other🥺
If you love annoying your S/O, Kaeya is definitely the best candidate in my opinion—he won’t get irritated or anything, but instead annoy you back. 100x times harder. His amount of playfulness definitely matched yours, and it definitely annoys the people around you more than it annoys the two of you (like Diluc—please give the man a break). He’s definitely tease you for being shorter than him and most likely use you as an armrest. He’s totally down to do some dumb shit, although he’s more of the sensible one in the relationship (that’s saying a lot) and will intervene if it gets too out of hand.
Kaeya is also a Sagittarius, so he definitely knows about being very honest with others, although he tends to sugarcoat his words a bit more than you do. It takes a lot more to get under his skin or hurt him, so you definitely don’t have to worry about being brutally honest with him (but it does hurt his ego the slightest bit)— in fact, he appreciates your honesty; he’ll definitely take it in stride and use it improve himself. Additionally, he’s got his fair share of knowledge; he’s isn’t one of the Calvary captains for nothing. He’s not the most educated in art, but he’ll definitely learn a few things before hand so he can brag about his knowledge to you. He doesn’t mind tagging along with you to museums, but it’ll be rare because of his schedule; he’ll try his best to make some time for you though because he likes keeping his lover happy :)
What I Think About You (and Commentary) Based on Your Favorite Genshin Character:
A/N: This is all in good fun, and I don’t actually judge people based on their favorite characters. You like who you like, and you do you.
Mondstadt Edition
Diluc: You probably know Naruto jutsus and can do the hand motions, you fucking nerd. Just simp for Diluc because he’s hot like the rest of us, not because he’s one of the best DPS characters in the game.
Kaeya: You joked about having certain kinks so much that you actually developed said kinks. It was a gateway, and you walked right through it.
Venti: You probably have issues with your religion and really like that he’s such a carefree god. Freedom and choice of will are a big deal to you, and this short king is a perfect representation of that.
Bennet: You always fall in love with the characters who get 0.3 seconds of screen time. Just simp over the main characters like the rest of us.
Klee: You were once an omnipotent being who gave up knowledge of the universe so that you can be at peace for once. Now you play as a tiny red arsonist in a video game.
Lisa: You’re the kind of person who gets mad at people who dog-ear book pages and write in the margins of their own books. They paid for them; they can do what they want to them, homie.
Jean: You’re a perfectionist and have a crippling fear of failure. You have to be the best and strongest and if you’re not, who will like you?
Sucrose: You hate titrations with a burning passion. It took 197 drops for this phenolphthalein to turn pink and now you have to do 16 calculations to turn that into mmol of solution.
Mona: You ask people what their birthdays are so that you can be like, “That makes so much sense that we get along so well, because you’re a Virgo and I’m a Scorpio!” or something like that. Like, no I fucking get along with you because I actually like you, you dumb bitch.
Noelle: You’re someone who really wants a service submissive. Like, you want someone dedicated to you and you only.
Barbara: You’re always the DD for your friends because you’d rather make sure they make it home alive than get drunk yourself. And you know what, cheers to you for being a good friend.
Razor: There are only about four brain cells floating around your head. You like that the wolf goes pat pat and the big sword goes buzz with electricity, and that’s all you need.
Amber: You try to be all cool and edgy and like the characters that everyone hates. But Amber actually has a decent personality, and she’s not that bad of a character, and you accidentally fell in love with her and won’t tolerate slandering of her name.
Fischl: You’re an absolute drama queen. Like, you can stub your toe and will make an Instagram post saying something along the lines of “Got hurt today. DM me if you wanna know what’s up. #PrayForMe”
Diona: You probably hissed at people in middle school. You think it’s quirky and cute but really everyone just kinda cringes.
One pretty bad injury and so many disappointed stares are somehow all it takes to defeat you. Balladeer won't let you think something that wrong even if he has to indulge in some awkward talks.
“ BROKEN HEARTS CLUB ”
lumine x reader
She lost her brother, you lost your lover. Both of you are well-versed in heartbreak but when you come to her, eyes red from crying, she can't take it.
“ NAUGHTY SONGS ”
venti x reader
Being an archon doesn't make him any less of a dumbass, so when you came home it was to a certain anemo god, a little intoxicated after having festoyed for hours with the knights, singing his heart out about your curves.
“ LOSING INTEREST ”
signora x reader
You were growing tired of Signora always disappearing. You never saw her anymore, nor did you wish to. You were simply losing interest in your relationship ; in her.
“ LET GO ”
prequel to “ SNEZHNAYA DOES NOT BELIEVE IN TEARS ”
diluc x reader
“ HEADCANONS.... ”
Winter alongside Diluc.
Growing up with them : Diluc, Kaeya, Venti and Childe.
kakashi whomst of which is very clingy towards seeing u every day and follows you around when he has days off. you’ll be busy doing something but kakashi will be stuck to your side, head on your shoulder or on your thigh just doing whatever he needs to do.
he always kisses very random spots. your forearm. your shoulder. the spot behind your hear. holding your hand and kissing your knuclkles before going about his business.
his favorite thing is longing eye-contact bc he’s a hopeless romantic. it makes him kind nervous but when you pull his mask down and then look at his lips and then hold eye contact he immediately becomes a mess and has to look away to kiss you.
additional notes : this is my first time writing for multiple characters at once and i actually kinda like how this came out woah :00 i hope u guys enjoy it too hehe
diluc
he immediately gets flustered when he feels your hand gently patting his head. diluc’s more used to giving you affection rather than receiving it. he’s not the type to openly ask for it, but he won’t turn away anything you offer. head pats, in this case, are new to him.
he feels kind of silly at first though; why, exactly, were you patting his head as if he were a child ? it takes him a minute to get more comfortable with it.
overtime he starts to think that it’s cute !! you’ve always been cute in his eyes but your head pats were very cute to him as well :D they’re strangely comforting to him. he enjoys head pats but he’d appreciate it if you only gave them when you were in private. diluc would get way too embarrassed if you patted his head in front of anyone else,, if you want him to blush in public this is the way to go !!
kaeya
he laughs the first time you pat his head >:( thinks you’re adorable and will end up patting your head back !! he loves any type of physical content he can get from you so he’ll indulge in whatever you give him. kaeya’s definitely the type to give out head pats so he’d get really happy if you gave him any back.
he gets pretty smug when he feels you patting his head out of nowhere. he might even make a little game out of it just for you two to see who gives the best head pats :(
this man has no shame he will head pat you at the most unconventional times. passing you by in the street ? head pat. you seem to be fighting a hilichurl ? head pat. you’re in the middle of eating ? head pat. he gets genuine happiness from just being around you, being affectionate with you in small ways makes him even happier !!
razor
he’s kind of confused at first ?? in a good way though, he just wasn’t used to receiving that type of fondness. it makes him happy in a way he cant describe,, it makes him feel soft and warm inside. he stiffens up at first but relaxes pretty quickly. he trusts you enough to see through with the things you do even if he’s unsure.
head pats end up being one of his favorite things ever :( he sees it as a way for you to let him know that he’s done well and he loves the feeling he gets from it.
he starts returning the head pats really fast actually,, he wants you to experience the same type of joy you give him. they’re kind of awkward at first but he gets more gentle with his hands the more pats he gives. razor likes the thought of being able to show you his love and faithfulness through his actions if his words aren’t good enough to express his feelings !!
- At first, you only felt warmth and comfort, a sensation you would never get enough of. Then, with consciousness, came the feeling of arms surrounding you. A graceful sigh would be heard right before the grip aound you tightened.
- His voice was raspier than usual, his half-opened eyes trying to get a hold of yours while he was whispiring some soft love words to you.
- You would think that thousands of years would have hardened him, that hundreds of them without an actual lover would have made him lost every romantical sense but god, how wrong you were.
- Slowly, you would kiss his collarbone as a "good morning", taking in the sight of the little parcel of skin that his night shirt let appear.
- If you were accustomed to Zhongli's usual care concerning his surroundings, you couldn't say as much when it came to the archon showing affection or any love signs. But sometimes, in those types of mornings where he could finaly lay with you against him, he would indulge in those without concerning himself about any other matters.
- His lips would meet yours in a tender and ever so slow kiss, his hands would tenderly trace invisible forms against the skin of your back, and each time your lips woul separate, he would whisper sweet nothing against your chin.
- Waking up with Zhongli wasn't a regular occurrence. The archon, being a too hardworking man, would often stay late in the city while you were on and about around the world, discovering new villages and new recipes. That's why he would never hurry any of your mornings together. He was too happy about finally being able to cover you with all the affection he needed.
- If you're bold enough to come on top of him, you might awaken one of his cutest smile ; a sight to behold when it is paired with those full-of-love eyes. Some compliments about his smile would most likely make him blush and smile even more. He would try to hide his face in your neck, placing his arms around your belly all the while compimenting you in return.
- Depending on the weather, Zhongli might take you out for a breakfast in a good restaurant he knows, in terace so the both you could admire the city under the morning sun. During cold days, he would let you come on his laps while he drinks his morning tea. He would hug you with one arm, his lips coming to kiss gently your neck once he's finished with his drink. Sometimes he would nibble at your skin, forcing you to remember all those marks he let on your body the night before. As innocent as he might look, Zhongli is a teasing man when it comes to you, and he would never hesistate to make you feel flustered when it's only the both of you. After all, he really liked your smiling and even more your blushing face. What a beautiful sight you were.
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