Tokyo Revengers Boys Reaction To Finding Out The Background On Your Phone Is A Picture Of Them.

i know we all love toji being nasty, but i'd love to see a (slightly) sweeter side of him and the reader as mamaguro, if possible?? maybe featuring the reader in his lap, the first time toji's ever really wanted to really do right by his partner... the ability of a man like him to have a softer side has plagued me ever since akutami said he mellowed out with his wife 😭

saying the important things - toji x fem!reader (2.1k)

toji’s not the kind of man who wears his heart on his sleeve. but he’ll try, for you. 

warnings: none! reader is mamaguro and uses fem pronouns, pregnancy is briefly talked about. this is just soft honestly

[reblogs/comments appreciated! // my jjk masterlist]

Megumi is sleeping.

He lays in his crib, his chubby cheeks squished against the soft mattress, his hair dark and messy. At times like this, you can see so much of Toji in him, and it makes your heart ache. You can’t believe that you helped create something so perfect – from his tiny face, the tilt of his nose, the perfectly formed fingers and toes . . . You find it hard to believe that Megumi could really be yours.

“You’re starin’ at the kid again.”

Toji’s voice comes from behind you and startles you – you jump, guiltily turning to see your husband. His voice is dark and rough, but as you see him you realise that his face is anything but. Oh, sure – he has a scar bisecting the corner of his lip, muscles rippling out of a tight black shirt. But the look on his face is peaceful, and as he meets your eyes it just seems to fade into something even more so.

“You come stare at him,” you say, “you’ll understand why.”

He makes a little huff of amusement – but Toji Fushiguro is under your thumb, so he humours you by moving forward. Big arms wrap around your waist, making you feel safe and held in his embrace. His chin rests on your shoulder, sharp green eyes on the messy-haired bundle of wonder sleeping in the crib that you’d watched Toji build with a screwdriver clenched between his teeth.

(“How hard can it be?” He’d asked you. “S’flat pack, right? Guys who aren’t half as smart as me do it--”. In the end, it had taken six and a half hours and Toji had had to physically pick you up and sit you down on a chair because you couldn’t stop bending down to help. He’d placed his hands on his hips and pointed an accusing finger at you. “You’re gonna get yourself stressed, sweetheart, and it isn’t gonna do any good for the kid.” You hadn’t expected Toji Fushiguro to be the over-protective kind . . . but you’d be lying if you said that his pout and furrowed eyebrows weren’t adorable).

Megumi’s eyes had turned the same shade of green as Toji’s around the five month mark, for the record.

“We did a good job, huh?” There’s a hint of pride in Toji’s voice that he does his best to dampen down – he’s trying to be cool, even now. Your hands come to rest over his own, where they’re clasped onto your hips.

“I think we did a great job,” you tell him, and snorts out a little laugh against your neck that tickles, making you bend back into sub-consciously. “No, really. I think he’ll fetch a high price on the black market. Look at all of that hair.”

“Takes after me,” Toji tells you. “I think I’d fetch a high price too.”

“You know you’d fetch a high price,” you say, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. You find yourself on your tip-toes just so you can feel a little closer to equal to him. “You’re a wanted man, Mr Fushiguro--”

“You’re a wanted woman, Mrs Fushiguro,” He says, bending his head – and his lips brush across yours, and you feel your entire body fill with the heady knowledge that he wants you. You know it – he makes it clear in the gentler way he holds you against him, his attempts to do chores around the house, the way his fingers entangle with yours when you’re out doing grocery shopping as a little family. But there’s something that you can’t quite express that feels all the more special about the embrace and the words when you two are on your own.

It hadn’t always been like this.

When you’d first met Toji, he’d been all dark flashing eyes and dangerous smile and tugging hands, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth as he flirted and charmed his way into your life. His voice had been dark and deep, he’d winked at you and made insinuations and insisted, occasionally, that this wasn’t a relationship so much as a mutually beneficial arrangement--

Until someone else had flirted with you in a club and Toji had grabbed your hand and pulled you into him, arm wrapping around your waist. Perhaps you’d been trying to make him jealous – you’d long ago accepted that your crush on Toji and desire to make him yours officially were going to come to a sticky end, seeing as he seemed to value his freedom so highly – but you hadn’t expected it to work.

He’d murmured into your neck that night that you were his, forever, and he never wanted to see someone else’s hands on you again--

“Does this mean I can call you my boyfriend, finally, then?” You’d asked, a hand cupping his cheek, thumb brushing the scar on his lip. Toji had grinned at you, dark and deep and dangerous but warmer than you’d ever seen it. He’d held you that night like he’d just realised how precious you were.

“Sweetheart,” he’d said to you in response. “Hell. Y’can call me your husband if you want.”

You had laughed and thought he was joking.

“Maybe I’ll try that after a proper proposal,” you’d said, tapping his nose. You’d expected him to grab your hand before you could make contact and pin you underneath him, tell you off for being so cheeky – but instead, the pad of your finger had made contact with it and you swore you’d seen a dark flush dust his high cheekbones.

You’d figured that was the end of it, until two weeks later he’d pulled out an expensive-looking ring whilst the two of you watched a movie.

“Well?” He’d asked you, looking almost uncomfortable – almost afraid that you might say ‘no’. “Whaddya say, angel? Gonna try callin’ me husband now?”

And you had.

He’d confessed everything to you before he’d asked about taking your name. His exact line of work, why he wanted to leave his old surname behind – and though you know you shouldn’t have, you’d simply taken it in stride. If this was what it took to have him, you would accept it; it had been too long, and you loved him too much, to simply walk away. You’d found out you were expecting Megumi six weeks before the small wedding and had told Toji immediately.

He’d seemed scared, but he’d seemed excited to – whirling you around like you weighed nothing before he anxiously put you back down and stepped back.

“That’s fine, right?” He’d asked. “I dunno much about kids. I haven’t hurt ‘em or anything, have I?”

He’d made a real effort around the house whilst you were incapacitated by your pregnancy, too – sometimes too much of one, as he batted away your attempts at cooking or cleaning with an insistent ‘I can do it, sweetheart!”. You’d let him make mistakes – honestly, a couple of disasters notwithstanding he’d made a decent effort.

You’re not afraid to leave Megumi alone with him, though Toji still hasn’t quite mastered the life skill of ‘talking to my baby as if he is my child and not simply a friend who I want to slightly intimidate’.

Sometimes you see Toji sat in an armchair with Megumi in his arms, a tiny hand wrapped around Toji’s massive thumb, and you think you could die from how much you love them both.

“C’mon,” Toji murmurs, breaking the kiss. “He’s fast asleep.”

You let yourself be dragged over to said armchair in the corner of the room, next to the little case of children’s books you and Toji had chosen for him

Megumi likes dogs; he claps his pudgy little hands together whenever one is introduced in the bright colours and flat pages. At nine and a half months, he had furrowed his little face and pronounced; “Gog. Goggy.”. Toji had grabbed the cheap camcorder that he’d been recording as many milestones as possible on and tried to bully Megumi into saying it again, but all of the footage he’d actually gotten was you laughing in the background as Megumi attempted to cross his chubby little arms and look at his father in disapproval. He had not said ‘goggy’ again until you had thoughtlessly picked up a little pair of black and white stuffed dogs whilst in a toy-shop with him to show him. Toji had had to go back to the shop ten minutes before closing to purchase them, and even now Megumi tucks them under his arms when you take him out in his pushchair.

You let yourself, too, be pulled into Toji’s lap as your husband gets comfortable, readjusting your body so he can wrap his arms around you and you can bury your face into his neck.

He smells like cigarettes and your laundry powder, familiar and comforting.

He takes a deep, pleased breath that makes the muscles in his throat ripple – you bring up a hand and trace them, fingertip lodging in the hollow of his throat for a moment before your hand moves down to rest over his clavicle, and then where his heart is beating steadily under his clothes and skin.

“You feelin’ me up, baby?” He asks with a smirk. “Y’can just ask, you know--”

“I’m feeling your heartbeat,” you say to him, listening to his pulse in his neck. “I think it might have stopped. We should look into it.” “Is this because I made that joke about the black market? Babe, you’d never let me fuckin’ sell our kid--” “Don’t swear around Megumi,” you say, automatically, your eyes swivelling to Megumi’s crib without moving your head from its comfortable position. “You’ll give him a dirty mouth.”

“You love my dirty mouth,” Toji purrs, the arm around your waist pulling you in tighter and closer. Heat rushes to your face and you give him a headbutt in the neck that’s half affectionate and half warning.

“Not now,” you say, sighing comfortably. Toji is warm and solid and always there for you. “I’m too comfy.”

“Ah, far be it for me to interrupt your nap-time,” he teases, but he pushes a kiss onto your forehead anyway. “Hell, I could go to sleep here myself. Nobody said havin’ a kid would be this much effort.”

“Everyone said it,” you say, stifling a yawn. “You just didn’t believe them.”

He snorts again.

“Y’got me there,” he says. “Wouldn’t change him for the world, though.”

“You’re just saying that because he takes after you,” you smile against his skin. “If he looked like me and acted like me, if he was sweet and demure--”

This gets another laugh from Toji, who knows exactly just how not sweet and not demure you can be.

“I’d love him even more, probably,” he says. “We’re gonna have some fuckin’ blow-ups in the future, sweetheart. Good job you’ll be around to sort out your men, right?”

The arm not about your waist moves so he can cup your face now, tip your chin up towards him. His eyes are still very sharp, but they’re softened with love as he looks down at you. Toji gives you these moments in the quiet of night – when he’s not formerly-of-the-Zenin-family, when he’s not the ‘Sorcerer Killer’, when he’s not an assassin-for-hire – when he’s just Toji Fushiguro, your husband and father of your child. You treasure every single one of them and hold them close to you like a precious pearl, stringing them onto a necklace of memories you’ll cling to forever.

“I’ll be around forever,” you tell him. “If I die, I’ll come back to haunt you and tell you what a shitty job you’re doing on the PTA.”

He snorts.

“Don’t even joke,” he tells you with a flickering smirk – but that smirk quickly drops away to be replaced with a look of intense solemnity. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“Are you getting soft on me?” You ask, but the hand tipping your chin up does a little jerk.

“Please,” Toji says, a little softer now. “Let me tell you I love you and mean it.”

Sparks fly all through your stomach, your heart twisting in your ribcage. You rarely see this kind of gravitas on his face – he rarely takes this tone, almost needy as he implores you to listen.

“I love you too,” you breathe. “You know that.”

He pulls you into a kiss that knocks the breath out of you, that makes you feel like you and Toji and Megumi are the only real people on Earth and everyone else is an imitation.

“Yeah,” he says, gruff. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearin’ you say it, though.”

Falling from a tree

. . .And whether they'd catch you

I'm in need of a bit of a pick me up, so returning to my roots of stupid headcanon lists with a romantic twist-ish... <33 I'll get to important stuff soon but I am just so tired these days. I hope it's okay have a nice day everyone :(( 🌸

Prompt: It appears you have climbed up a tree but aren't sure how to get back down. A scary situation, indeed. Don't worry, though! Your hero has arrived to save you! Just jump, and they'll catch you! ...Maybe.

Genre: Nonsense + sprinkles of fluff

Including: Kaeya, Xiao, Bennett, Tartaglia, Diluc, Arataki Itto, Scaramouche

Warning: You're jumping off a tree, mentions of injury, Scaramouche is not nice

Kaeya takes the opportunity to be a prince. He catches you bridal style and says something corny about how in love with him you must be. He walks away but doesn't put you down. Instead, striking up a conversation about why you were in that tree in the first place.

Xiao probably gives you a heart attack. You're quick to listen when he tells you to jump, knowing Xiao would never let you get hurt. However, instead of just standing like a normal person, he uses his elemental skill, teleporting and dashing with you seconds before you hit the ground. Physically, you are unharmed. So, mission success?

Bennett tries his best. When you jump for him, he catches you. ...Mostly. He isn't steady enough, and your sudden added weight causes him to fall. His head hits the ground, and he's out cold for a few minutes. You end up carrying him home.

Tartaglia is overconfident. "Don't worry, babe!" he repeatedly insists, "I've got this!" You look down at him. His stance is perfect, and his arms are outstretched. You jump, shutting your eyes. "I've got you! I've got you!" he says, and you collide with the earth a yard away.

Diluc is a silent hero. He catches you just fine but isn't sure what to do afterward. He does not hold people very often, and it is the catalyst for some embarrassing thoughts. He sets you down, and you thank him. He contemplates trying his luck but decides against it, instead advising you to always bring a ladder.

Arataki Itto is way too strong. He rips the tree out of the ground He plucks you right out of the air as you fall, tosses you over his shoulder like a ragdoll, and simply keeps walking wherever he was headed before this, leaving you dazed and confused.

Scaramouche promises he'll catch you. You have your reservations, but he implores you to trust him. Finally, you cave to his reassurance, and you jump. Scaramouche immediately turns to go home, and you hurt your leg.

OPERATION: BACK TO TEYVAT.

let’s introduce you to our love interests, shall we?

credits : i couldn’t find diluc’s artist. kaeya: @/nikult_ on twt. i couldn’t find childe’s artist. zhongli: @/mob110119 on twt. venti & ganyu: shohje on twt. albedo: @/waternaeng on twt. ei: @Lallah_ on reddit. lumine: @/2dasu_ on twt. jean: official birthday art by hoyoverse. ningguang: @/kurisucurry on twt. ayaka: @/yaminsoup on twt.

MASTERLIST.

— CAST MEMBERS:

the teyvat residents. (male ver.)

extra male interests:

xiao — a member of venti’s idol group, 4NEMO.

thoma — the barista at your local coffee shop.

kazuha — a member of venti’s idol group, 4NEMO.

itto — the music enthusiast at your local music store.

gorou — the volunteer at your local adoption shelter.

— FUN FACTS:

all of the male interests live in the same house, but on different levels. [level one consists of Childe, Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Thoma and Itto. level two consists of the rest of the guys.]

the male interests refuse to have anyone else cook besides from Childe and Thoma. [emphasis on thoma.]

the male interests’ house is across the street of reader’s house.

all male interests were supposed to share the bills but it ended up Diluc and Childe paying for almost all of it.

albedo has the biggest room + the basement because he’s working on trying to bring all characters back to teyvat, and possibly take you with them.

itto almost always gets lost on his way home, that’s why there’s a rule to never leave itto alone when he goes out, it is also one of the reasons why he’s always at the music store, it’s close to the coffee shop thoma works at.

currently, half of the male interests are considered idols. there’s two groups (DCKZ & 4NEMO) and one solo idol (albedo).

the teyvat residents. (fem ver.)

extra female interests:

kokomi — the seashell-collecting girl at your beach.

sara — the new girl at your job.

yae miko — the teasing regular at your job.

beidou — the girl you met during an outing with friends.

eula — the sophisticated girl that lives next door.

— FUN FACTS:

liyuebrand is a business both ningguang and ganyu own. although, most of the female interests help in creating clothing for women.

ayaka owns her own business called “kamisatoarts” which consists of her paintings commissions and owns an art supply store with the same name.

the female interests’ home is way more clean and organized than the male interests. Unlike the boys, the girls actually succeed in sharing to pay the bills.

the female interests’ house is right beside yours, making you and the girls neighbours. you can sometimes see ningguang sun-bathing or lumine and ayaka eating outside.

Ei is the only idol/celebrity besides from Ganyu (model). Ei is an idol managed by Yae Miko in the background.

Ei is the only one banned from the kitchen, because the last time she was in the kitchen, their kitchen knifes ended up on the ceiling and their cutting boards were all wrecked, with a burnt chicken as the centrepiece of the whole mess.

the female interests prefer staying in your world rather than teyvat, but will never admit it.

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Let's be honest here.

I'd probably die of Shyness if Venti even glanced in my direction for more than a half a second

That is the biggest mood, I'm an introvert and kinda hate actually initiating any type of actual communication, but that's what makes Venti so great

He's an attention seeking extrovert, making friends and starting conversations are his specialty

I fully believe that if he saw someone in a tavern that he thought looked interesting, he wouldn't hesitate to dedicate his next song to them with a little wink and a sly smile

Now buy him a drink and he'll keep the conversation up all by himself if he has to

Being the so called 'creator' would make it all the easier

I mean, he already knows who you are, you wouldn't have to do a single thing except sit there are look nice as he rambles on and practically sprawls across you

You blushing and trying not to make eye contact would just encourage him all the more, loving the idea that he's the one who flusters you

Would give him a major ego boost, which can only get so much bigger before it actually outgrows his already small body— so maybe be careful there

I can just imagine him doing his signature laugh and being all "You're just sooo cute, I can't help myself when you react like that~" as he teases you for blushing for the hundredth time

He's a menace but we love him anyway <3

Hello! Congratulations on 600 followers! May I take part in the event, please? Viola + Bonten!Mikey + Angst. Despite the fact that Mikey tried to protect his friends, fem!reader dies.

❅ manjirou "mikey" sano & fem!reader.

❅ event: viola: “you’re very warm.”

❅ warning(s): mentions of bl**d, d**th, g*ns/g*nfire.

❅ note(s): hi, sorry it took so long! hope you like it :') mikey, esp bonten mikey, has always been someone i have a little difficulty writing for, so i deeply apologize for his ooc-ness (and apologies for any grammar mistakes...it's nearly 3 am for me :'))

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

you hold back a hiss of pain as the man in front of you slams you against the stone wall, the cold muzzle of his gun pressed against the side of your head.

“sniffing around like some fuckin’ bitch! people like you get us in trouble with the higher-ups.”

“so, you are associated with bonten,” you conclude, smiling up at the man.

the man flinches, looking back at his associates as they share glances of surprise. “how did you—”

just as i predicted.

you duck at the sound of gunfire, shouts and screams intermingling with screeches of agony and blood splattering all over the walls. they echo throughout the abandoned building, sending shivers down your spine.

well, at least you got what you wanted—if you couldn’t get to mikey, then get mikey to come to you.

“you’ve always been pretty sharp.”

you smile, catching sight of the man you’ve been hunting for the past couple of years. here he is, in the flesh—instead of seeing him in pictures. well, just barely; most of them either showed his side profile or the back of his head, bonten tattoo in display.

“s’nice to see you too, manjirou,” you greet, taking a seat on one of the worn-out chairs. “you look handsome. pathetic, but handsome.”

“you can’t speak to boss like that, bitch,” a pink-haired man sneers, cocking his gun at your temple. “friend or not.”

“leave her, haruchiyo. that’s how she’s always been,” mikey orders, taking a seat across from you. “i want to talk to her in private.”

the man leaves without a word.

you grin, warmth bubbling up in your chest. “my honesty has always been your favorite part about me, actually—”

“you shouldn’t be here,” mikey interrupts, shifting his gaze from the ground to you. “after everything i’ve done to keep everyone safe, you come here, looking for me? i don’t want to be found. forget about me.”

“so, keeping everyone safe is pretending to go against them and severing all contact, huh? that’s pretty fucking selfish of you, leaving everyone and me so abruptly like that,” you force out a laugh, bottom lip trembling as you stare into his blank obsidian eyes—the ones you’ve always loved, the ones that reminded you of the moonless night sky. “then again, that’s how you’ve always been.”

“you’ve never asked for help. you’ve always kept your personal demons to yourself and look where that’s gotten you—leading a life that you would’ve never even thought of leading, without your true friends by your side,” you close your eyes, tears dripping down your cheeks. “shin—shinichiro-san would be sad to see you like this.”

“don’t talk about my brother,” is all you hear, along with the cock of a gun.

you clench your fists.

if this is the last time i'm seeing him, then i need to say what i've always wanted to say.

“manjirou, i—”

you pause for a moment, blinking owlishly at the sound of gunfire ringing in your ears.

huh. mikey didn’t fire at you...

ah.

one of those men must’ve still been alive, then.

strangely enough, you don’t feel a thing, even when there’s a hole in your stomach.

you keel over, mikey catching you before he’s firing shots at the corpses behind you. your ears ring as he brings you closer to his chest, just barely hearing his shouts for that pink-haired man to come.

“heh...mikey, you’re very warm. c-can’t believe a twig—twig bastard like you can re-retain body heat, b-but here you are,” you splutter, blood spilling past your lips and trickling down your chin.

“stop talking, (name). just for once in your life, stop fucking talking.”

you hold back a laugh. as morbid as it sounds, hearing him telling you to shut up was mildly funny to you. so, instead, you rest your head against his chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat. it was going so, so fast—in contrast to your own, that was slowly beginning to calm and eventually…

“i—i was interrupted earlier, y’know. i was going—going to say that i—”

“don’t.”

mikey doesn’t want to hear it. he doesn’t want your final words to him be that—he doesn’t deserve it. after threatening to shoot you, of all things, you still wanted to tell him.

how could you have such strength to do such a thing?

how could you?

it’s something he deeply wishes he had. a strength like yours, like takemitchy’s.

like his brother’s.

he flinches at the sensation of your cool hands wiping his tears, the back of his throat burning as you smile up at him.

“my d...my death isn’t y-your fault, okay? i br-brought this upon myself, going around a-asking about one of the worst crime—crime organizations in japan,” you reassure him, trying to gather as much energy as you could to keep your hand on his cheek. “if you bl-blame yourself, i will haunt you.”

you laugh feebly at your own joke, only for more blood to spill from your mouth. you curse in your head, your mouth already beginning to numb—as if there was cotton filling up in your mouth.

you let out a ragged exhale, weakly clinging onto his shirt.

“h-hey...hold—hold me closer, p-please. your warmth is the last thing i want...i want to feel.”

he obliges, bringing you closer to his chest as he presses on the wound on your stomach.

mikey doesn’t want to believe you’ll die. he wants to cling to that faint sliver of hope that help will come on time, one last time.

but what can he say as he feels your body slowly beginning to lose its warmth? the rise and fall of your chest slowing? the way you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, to talk?

he knows better. he let go of that hope a long, long time ago.

that help will come for him.

...he—he hears it.

it’s quieter than a whisper, just barely managing to catch it.

he half-wishes he never heard it come from you as you took your final breath, a small smile on your face.

a smile, of all things.

for him.

i love you, manjirou sano.

hi i saw you’re taking requests! i really love your diluc scenarios im so obsessed <3 can you please do a scenario where diluc caught the reader adding his surname to their name (does this make sense 😭 like y/n ragnvindr) i think it would be so cute and funny at the same time, feel free to ignore if you dont like this prompt!!

OHH MY GODDD, the way i squealed at this request, i loved this so very much! thank you so much for requesting! 💕

diluc ragnvindr x reader | 1k+ words

“will you and your husband be needing anything else?”

husband, the word stops your heart and your movements. the thought of diluc adorning such a title, as your husband, has been in your mind from the moment you knew he was your one and only, though the words have never been spoken out loud until now. it was certainly something you could get used to.

“this should be it, thank you.”

gripping the pen in your hand tighter, with a smile you can’t suppress even if you tried your hardest, you return to writing down the last of the items you were ordering for diluc, as he remains busy talking with another merchant, until the last thing needed on the parchment was a name for the order. your heart flutters and your whole chest blossoms with warmth as you write your name followed by a surname that didn’t yet belong to you. you stare at the letters and how perfectly his name looks with yours, someday would that really be your name?

and should you really have put that on an order for your yet to be husband? it was harmless, right? they were already putting it under the dawn wineries tab and diluc wouldn’t see it, no one but the merchant that already thought you were his spouse would and yourself. yes, totally harmless even if did make you incredibly giddy.

with the order placed and diluc still being preoccupied with another, you decide to have a look around the store. its filled with parts for machinery that look similar to what you’ve seen at the winery, jewelry, crystals, books and other odds and ends. they have quite the collection but with the odd list of items diluc needed it’s no wonder you’d come here even if it was all the way in qingce village.

behind all of the shelves and items you don’t notice when diluc finishes with his conversations and makes his way back to the counter until he’s already there and calls your name. the sound of his voice, the small smile on his face that he often wears when speaking to you, pulls you in like a moth to a flame and you make your way to his side, letting your fingers brush against his gloved ones when you stop next to him, the heat he radiates warming the tips of your fingers.

“ready to go?” you ask sweetly looking up at him, unable to not get lost in his ruby eyes when they stare at you so softly and lovingly. How you become so lucky to receive such love, you’ll never know but you’d always accept it for as long as diluc was willing to give it to you.

“almost, there were a few more items i think we’ll need. did you see anything -”

his words are cut off by the merchant that helped you before. “master diluc, here you are.”

“ah- yes,” he tears his attention away from you and reaches for the paper they’ve handed him “thank you.”

your arm is barely touching dilucs but even through such little contact you can feel his stiffen the moment both your eyes see the name listed on the order.

“does everything look okay with the new items i’ve listed?”

the merchant's question goes unanswered for quite a while and you swear in the silence the only noise in the whole store is the erratic beating of your heart as you watch dilucs porcelain skin burn red and brighter than the hair on his head, from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. he seems so shocked he can’t even find it in himself to try to cover his blushing cheeks like he normally would and your own cheeks aren’t any better.

should you just run away in embarrassment and hope he doesn’t question you about it later? oh good archons, what if he wasn’t okay with this - marriage hasn’t been a particularly big discussion you’ve had but what if he wasn’t ready and you’ve overstepped? the longer he stays silent, his ember eyes glued to the paper in his hands the worse your anxieties grow.

it’s your brain talking over your heart that's making you worried and it is all for not. there’s no doubt of dilucs love and devotion in your heart or his own and even though he’s not saying anything at this moment, the beating heart in his chest is screaming how much he loved to see this, even if it did surprise him so. he hadn’t excepted it and archons does it send him through a whirlwind of emotions he’s having a hard time compressing until he could express them to you privately.

he’s known for a long time that he wanted you to be his forever, that one day he would ask you that very important question and he’s beyond grateful for the patience you’ve shown him until this point. even if it took him a while to open up, his heart has always belonged to you, everything that was diluc ragnvindr was yours and seeing his surname written next to yours like it belonged to you only makes him think he’s been a bit foolish for waiting as long as he has. the ring in his nightstand that’s been waiting to be placed on your finger is calling loudly for him, even in liyue he can hear it.

the air around you is almost uncomfortably hot, both of your blushes heating the entire store and the quietness only adds onto it all. you needed to break the tension before you both combust but the moment you go to speak his name and ask him if he’s alright he clears his throat and finally answers the merchant, his voice as it normally is even though his cheeks are still tinted a lovely shade of red and his lips are tugged into an usually unseen smile. his free hand finds yours, long fingers slipping between the spaces of your own and squeezing tenderly.

“ahem.. yes, everything seems to be in order.”

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CUDDLING TO SLEEP !

synopsis: cuddling with them to sleep.

characters: albedo, childe, diluc, itto, kaeya

content warnings: fluff + gn!reader

albedo: when he comes home a bit early from his often experimenting with works, you get one of the joyful times of burying your head into his chest for warmth. his aroma is amazing as well.

childe: always before you guys go to bed you force childe to shower immediately because of his often sweating from the fighting / sparring with the traveler. of course when you guys go to bed all he does is cling onto you.

diluc: when he cuddles with you before resting his eyes he always lays his head onto your shoulder burying himself, and he feels like a shoulder heater at times. and the arms around your waist was like a cherry on top.

itto: he is like a teddy bear, something you could hardly sleep without. you basically could use him as an extra bed while he used the real one, and his embraces / hugs were extremely warm and comforting.

kaeya: gosh, cuddling with him is fun. you could bury your head into his chest, or neck or vice versa. he loved being held by you as much as you enjoyed being held by him.

“WELCOME TO COTEA CAFE!”

Note:

I'm so sorry for not posting anything for two weeks, I just got busy with school so I couldn't stay on tumblr for too long! I made sure to type every now and then so now I finally finished typing this chapter out! I hope this is long enough to compensate. :'D

—› I DON'T POST IN ANY PLATFORM EXCEPT IN THIS ONE!

Synopsis:

Your cafe had been getting a few attention from the playable characters, you are glad and feeling happy, but you did not expect for a group of people to be inside of your small cafe. In fact, they looked like they weren't the types to go inside of a cafe just to eat something.

Genshin characters x fem!reader.

Warning: grammatical errors, SPOILERS, inaccurate lore, not proofread, swearing, ooc.

Part: one, two, three, four, five

It was safe to say that both Tighnari and Cyno are okay, however, the fact that they managed to get inside of your cafe is something you are never ready to hear for so you didn't bother to ask any one of them.

"And then aether grabbed paimon like this!"

Cyno, Tighnari, and the others that came from mondstadt watched the floating creature in amusement as she tried her best re-act what her traveler companion did, she even asked you for a cup so she can demonstrate properly.

"I see, did he hurt you? You're not injured, are you?"

Your question made her stop, tilting her head and checking her body for any injury that she can use to make you upset towards the traveler.

"I'm okay." She exclaimed, rather dejectedly as she puff out her cheeks towards her traveling companion.

After that, you looked at the blond, raising an eyebrow when he discreetly avoided eye contact with you. He turned his head towards the door instead as he felt like a scolding incoming from you.

"Go to the counter, kneel, and repent for what you did to the poor paimon, aether." The stern tone on your voice made his body stiff.

He was gonna protest, but as soon as the thought of disobeying your command crossed his mind, made him lost his control over his body, he paled at that fact as his own body move towards the counter, facing the wall as he kneeled down on the floor.

To say that the others are surprised, is a something that you can understand.

You did not expect him to do what you had just said.

"Anyways," you cleared your throat, "What can I get you, good sirs? Table for two? Four? Or separate table from those two?"

Cyno stepped in front, not bothering to ask questions about the sudden teleportation inside of your cafe.

"Table for four."

You nodded your head, guiding them towards the next table beside the four citizen from the city of freedom. Your presence making them tremble on their seat and this didn't go unnoticed by the general mahamatra.

It was chaotic after that, paimon teasing aether was one of the thing you didn't expect that you'll enjoy. Surprisingly, Tighnari liked laing, pinakbet and pancit bihon from the menu, on the other hand, Cyno preferred pork sisig, ginataang gulay, and langka.

When their order are served, you went back to your desk, just beside the sitting aether who is still on the floor, but not kneeling anymore, he's just accompanying you as you read whilst slowly munching on the pandesal with malunggay, partnered with the good ol' kopiko brown.

"Uhm, excuse me." You perked up at the sound of Jean's voice, she sounded so timid and uncomfortable as she tapped the top of the desk to get your attention.

"Yes?" You asked, looking over her and quickly noticing that she's pointing at the menu.

"May I order a take out?" She smiled, albeit a little forceful.

Your expression brightens up, "Of course! What would you like to have?"

She immediately scrambled closer to you as soon as you opened the menu, her eyes scanned the surface with inks, eyebrows furrowed as she think hard on what to take home for her little sister.

"If you're gonna order for Barbara, paimon suggest taking halo-halo or adobong manok for her! If not, you can choose lechon na manok and suman since it taste good too!" The floating creature said as she look over on Jean's shoulder whilst tapping the woman on the shoulder as she says the food recommendation.

"Seems like you know almost everything on the menu." Kaeya said, walking over to the desk with the same smile plastered on his face.

"Not almost, paimon knows everything (name)'s cafe could offer, you know!" She pat her chest, seemingly proud of herself as she smiled broadly towards the captain with a mischievous glint on her eyes.

"And miss (name) approved of that?" Kaeya asks, not willing to back down while putting an emphasis on the word 'miss' to show respect and to silently tell the floating creature to stop being friendly with you.

"Of course she did! Right, (name)?!" Sadly, the little creature couldn't take a hint and continued addressing you with your given name.

While preparing what Jean asked for a take out, you nodded your head to whatever she was saying because frankly, you are quite busy yourself. You agreed with paimon's whims which caused for a silent war to start between her and the cavalry captain.

Both Diluc and Rosaria could only watch from the back as they shoot disappointed glances towards the gorgeous dark skinned man. (He's beautiful, anyone who says otherwise can get the fuck out of this story.)

Cyno and Tighnari watched from their seat as the four citizen from a different nation— mind you, they already know them due to the expedition from a couple of months ago, but refused to acknowledge them— cause a ruckus inside of the cafe, they are still eating, savoring the mouthful flavor of the dishes they had picked from your menu while watching the commotion takes place.

It didn't take long for you to prepare the take out, in just a couple of minutes, you are already handing the paper bags towards the acting grand master.

"Thank you.." Jean trailed off, unsure of what to call you.

"(Name), you can call me (name)." You informed her which made Kaeya and Paimon turn their attention on you.

"Why would you let them call you by your name?"

"Can I also call you that, miss?"

Their outburst came out at the same time, voice loud and clearly competing against with one another, but you didn't bother calming them down, instead..

"Sure, you can call me by name as well." You politely agreed, containing your excitement to yourself.

Kaeya cheered, paimon went slacked against your shoulder.

It was clear who won that silent war between them and it was quite a sight to see the captain cheering to himself as he smirked towards the dejected paimon.

The commotion died down as Jean gave you mora for their meal and for the take out, it was quite cheap, Diluc's words, not yours so he added a pouch of mora towards their payment— he also enjoyed the meal, a lot, that's why he's not scared to spend money to show his appreciation towards your small cafe.

"Please come again!" You called out.

How?

They wanted to ask you, but they knew that you wouldn't be able to answer since they came through the door of Angel's share's cellar after all.

They could only wish to visit your cafe once more, the delicious food you served them made them feel warm and giddy inside which they wish to feel again, if teyvat would allow it.

"See you tomorrow, Cyno! Tighnari!"

Paimon called out, the two of them were the last customer for the evening since Aether will stay by the second floor, he begged asked you if he can stay and he almost took a leap in the air when you agreed.

"Let me show your guys to your room so you can start preparing for sleep as I clean downstairs." You told them as you lead them to their room.

"Can paimon sleep with you?" The floating creature asked, "Paimon wants to give Aether some alone time since he is quite loud when he sleeps."

An embarrassed look cross the blonde's face, silently and glaring menacingly at his traveling companion.

"Of course." You agreed, smiling as Aether tried to swat paimon, but he missed when she floats away, sticking her tongue out while floating beside you.

"This is your room." You told aether as you opened the door and stepped inside with the two of them following, "There are fresh stitched clothes over there, no one has used those yet so you can be the first one to do it."

"The bathroom is over there, there's a shower and a bathtub, warm and cold water are separated just in case, the extra pillows and blankets are inside of that cabinet, feel free to take out some if you're not comfortable with the current ones." After telling him where everything else are, you excused yourself while carrying paimon on your arms.

"You have to wash up too so do it while I'm cleaning downstairs, okay?" You told her, of course, you made sure to tell her where everything are to avoid getting your place ransacked.

Now, after telling paimon to take care of herself and sleep, you took your time placing the chairs on top of tables, upside down, to prevent any dust from accumulating on top of the wooden surface.

You are humming a song that came from your world, light and quiet steps were made as you move around the room, broom and dustpan in hand.

Sweeping, the dusts slowly gathered into the pan and you are more than happy to tap the dustpan against the trash.

You walked inside of the kitchen to take the usual rag you use to wipe the dusts off from the furniture and bookshelves of the cafe, you were busy washing the cloth with soap when you heard the familiar sound coming from the door.

Ring!

Ring!

Ring!

Oh? Did you forgot to close and flip the sign of the cafe?

You are not scared, no, of course not. For all you know, you could kill whoever has a malicious intent towards you, it's not a joke for someone to have multiple elements on their grasps after all.

"I'll be there in a minute!" You still called out, despite not knowing if they are a customer or not.

You continued humming, the rag on your hand as you walk out of the kitchen, however, the familiar faces of the people that greeted you made you stop in your track.

"Oh, how are you in this lovely evening?" Pantalone's voice is smooth and deep, almost sounding fancy as he politely greeted you with the business smile he always wore, "I'm quite afraid that me and my.. Companions, are lost, can you give us directions?"

Lies. You thought, you've been here for business and shits.

"I'm so sorry, I'm new to this place as well, I just opened up my cafe a few ago you see." You said, as politely as you could while giving him the same practiced poised smile that you would give to a customer.

You quickly took notice that they lack the two fatui harbingers, Ajax and Pulcinella.

"What a shame." Pantalone commented while his eyes racked the place as he took in the fact that you are closing, "Since this is a cafe, you don't mind us staying for a few drinks and meals, do you?"

At the mention of them ordering, your face brightens up, "Of course not, sir! Let me place down the chairs for each and one of you." You placed the rag on the desk, skimming through the floor and you held your hand out to reach for the chairs, but a voice called out.

"No need." Arlecchino firmly stated, "They can do it."

"Yes?" You blinked, looking towards Dottore and Pierro as they both stepped closer before taking the chairs off the table and actually placed it down on the floor, quite gently.

"No need to be tense, we're just here to have a meal~" A melodic voice came from behind of Capitano and Sandrone, "I'll be sitting next to the Jester!"

You saw Columbina emerged from the two, her seemingly silky and long hair getting dragged against the floor as she took a step closer to the tallest man of the bunch. She sat down beside him, smiling.

"Okay.. How about you, sirs.. And ma'ams..?" You asked the group of people standing on the door.

"I'll separate myself. Another table, please." Sandrone spoke, her eyes staring at you as if she's judging your existence before looking away, quite prideful on her part.

Capitano didn't spoke any word and just waltzed his way towards the Damsellete, he sat down beside her without uttering nor making a sound, only nodding towards you to let you know that your presence has been acknowledged.

You hastily placed the chairs on the floor, unsure if someone else will take a seat on Sandrone's table.

Before any fight or commotion could escalate, you decided to bring them the menu so they can start ordering. You didn't expect for them to sit still and not get into an argument since it was known world wide that the fatui harbingers aren't in good terms with the others.

You're thankful for the peace though.

"Hmm, I don't know how to pronounce any of these.. Mind helping me, beautiful?" Pantalone asked, eyes flickering towards your body from the menu.

You unintentionally let out a squeak, not expecting him, out of all the harbingers to call you.. That.

"Yes, sir." You replied, the same practiced poised smile on your lips as you chant the names of the food from your cafe's menu, eyes never leaving the inked surface as you read the names out loud for the other harbingers.

It took a while since you got a bunch of meals, desserts, pastries, delicacies and beverages thrown into the menu.

"Well then, I'd have bicol express, crispy pata, sinigang na baboy with halo halo." Pierro said, closing the menu on his large hands and placed it on top of table. He ordered a lot, but not as much as paimon's orders.

You quickly jotted it down, eyes focusing onto the sticky notes on your palm as you sweat bullets, feeling the stares of Columbina, Arlecchino, Sandrone and Pantalone on you. You want to ignore their stares and you will do so with all your will power.

".. Adobong pusit, bopis, tapsilog, kopiko brown." Capitano's voice was deep. It sounded so deep and masculine that you ended up flinching on your spot, you have heard that The Captain might have a deep voice, but not this attractively deep.

Shakily jotting it down, you tried to keep the poised smile on your face as you respectfully looked away from him.

"I'll have the palabok, suman, the mango ice candy and.. Ooh, this carbonara sounds nice too~" Columbina cooed, smiling expectantly at you, although, you didn't see it which made her puff out her cheeks.

"Pancit canton, extra big, pancit, pancit bihon, pandesal and black coffee." Dottore said, grinning towards your direction as you raised an eyebrow at his interesting choice of meal for the evening.

You wrote The Doctor's and The Damsellete's orders on your note before hearing another voice from behind you.

"Two leche flan, three order of taho, one order of ginataang bilo-bilo and earl grey tea." Sandrone stated, handing you the menu and sitting properly against her robot's arms whilst ultimately ignoring her colleagues' look of suspicion when her gaze lingered a little longer on you.

"Puto, Bibingka, Kutsinta, Mango Graham Taho? I'll have that, ensaymada, pan de coco, pichi-pichi, and black coffee." Arlecchino's orders are all sweets but manages to balance it out with the coffee as her drink, you could only write her orders down on the note along with Sandrone's.

"Lechon kawali, inihaw na liempo and tinola, this one looks like it would bring warmth onto my stomach, I'm quite famished so I need its broth, would you mind that?" Pantalone asked, tapping his gloved finger against the wooden surface of the table as he smiled at you.

"No, sir." You replied, eyes focused on the note as you jot down his orders.

"Oh, and please add any drink that you think would go perfectly with my meal." Another smile offered on your way yet got ignore due to your eyes never leaving the piece of sticky paper.

"Of course, sir." Again, another polite response, "Would that be all for you good sirs and ma'ams?"

There was a series a of yes and grunts to answer your question before you hurriedly made your way over to the kitchen and closed the door as soon as you stepped inside. You leaned against the back of the door, heart beat racing and breath hitching at the back of your throat.

Why is the fatui harbingers on your cafe?

You could only silently hope for Aether and Paimon to be quiet upstairs, taking a well-deserved rest instead of going downstairs to check up on you. You don't want them to meet the harbingers yet, especially when the traveler hasn't meet any one of them except for Tartaglia and Signora.

For now, you need to start working on the meals, desserts and beverages from the harbingers if you want to see another day in teyvat.

You could only hope for the best outcome of this situation, you wouldn't like to resort to violence after all.

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listen….kissing kaeya to sleep…….cradling him softly and all…………….

(warning --> alcohol usage mention) 

Your house is so quiet now when several minutes before it was chaos, stumbling chaos. Kaeya, and his decorated self, practically tripped through the door and into your living room. It wasn’t graceful, it was more pitiful and startling than anything else but he assured in hysterical laughter that it was fine. 

“Kae-Kaeya --?” You moved to catch him before he accidently hurt himself, your hands pressing against his chest while his rested on your sturdy shoulders. “Are you ...?” 

He laughed so hard when the door burst into life but the smile that he wore seemed to be slowly fading with every passing second. “I got what I *hick* needed.” His head came to rest in the crook of your neck, the weight of his body nearly sending you to the floor. 

“Y-yeah? You also may have done a bit much too, don’t you think?” 

“H-had too, darlin’. They almnst leffp.” His body continued to sway, his words mumbled. How was it possible for him to gather the intel he needed when he could barely talk to begin with. You hoped he’d be able to remember what was so important tomorrow morning. 

“Well we couldn’t have that happen now could we.” You chuckled at the disoriented shake of his head. 

“Mmm.” 

Rubbing your hand over his back, you shifted to angle yourself toward the hall half wondering if you’d make it. “Let’s get you to bed, okay?” Suddenly, his wobbly self became controlled as he wrapped his arm around your neck so tightly it made you groan. “H-hey.” It wasn’t like Kaeya to act this way after a night out and while you hadn’t seen him every evening, you knew him well enough to identify this was out of the norm. Confused but accepting, you returned his hug which, after a tight squeeze and slight hand adjustment toward you, he seemed satisfied with. 

Just as quickly as his demeanor changed, it switched right back. “You wanned -- to takme to bed?” He mumbled, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Yes yes, let’s go.” Carefully, slowly, you ushered him down the hall. When he reached the bedroom his feet shuffled him onward toward while you did your best to help him out of some of his clothes. First came his white cape, then his jacket and gloves and finally, as he face planted into the mattress, his shoes. “I can’t believe Diluc really let you drink this much.” You stated, arm flinging the heavy leather boots toward the dresser. 

“Wsnt thr -” 

“That explains it. Turn over, you’ll suffocate.” Uncoordinated hands slammed into the bed, it took him a few tries but he was eventually successful. His eyes were already closed and his breathing was quick, most likely from his pounding heart and the rushing energy flowing through him. “I’ll get you water.” You leaned forward, lips pressing against his brow before slipping out of the room. 

“Dnt leave --” Kaeya’s hand reached for you but his reaction was far to slow. His twirling, tumbling mind did it’s best to replay the events of the evening but they came back in flashes too fuzzy to put in order. His arm draped over his face and he willed himself to remember. Why were you coming up so frequently in his mind, you weren’t at the tavern. It was all so confusing. 

“Here.” Your voice seemed to pull him from whatever he was doing with his arm rolling around his face. Laughing, you placed the cup on the bedside table before turning to leave. Just as you were about to get yourself ready for bed, Kaeya’s hand reached out to grab you. 

“... where you going? ...” His furrowed brow and turned down lips caught you off guard but his strength never did. 

“I’m just going -” 

“stay...” He pulled at you until you were standing right next to him. You were about to explain to him you weren’t really leaving but the way he looked at you made you pause. 

“I’ll stay.” You whispered, lips connecting with his cheek, heart fluttering at the feeling of his sigh against your skin. 

With ease, you crawled into the space beside him, but not after you got him to take several drinks of the water, even if he did fuss about it. You weren’t even settled when he turned to face you and placed his head against your chest, his arms coiling around your body, legs nearly doing the same. 

“Are you comfortable?” You chuckled, shifting under him and doing your best to get the pillows to support your strange position. He nodded and while you were happy to be this close to him you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. His normal talkative, playful, flirty self was muted and in it’s place was something far lonelier. 

“mmm sff ...” 

“What?” You asked, tilting your head to better hear him. 

“I’ll kepmf safe...” He huffed against your chest, arms getting tighter, fingers curling into the back of your shirt. “I’ll keep you safe.” He repeated, a bit clearer.

“I know you will. Try to get some sleep.” You adjusted, leg pushing out from under him so you could bend it. 

Slowly, you ran your hands up and down his back taking care of his long hair and pulling it over his shoulder. When the back of his neck was exposed you ran your fingers over it, along the edge of his hairline, slightly down his back as far as the loose shirt would let you go. 

Kaeya’s breathing slowed with every gentle kiss you pressed to the top of his head, with ever touch of your lips to his brow. He was slipping into the sleep he desperately needed while you cared for him and held him close. 

I’ll keep you safe, he kept repeating in his head as his dreams began to craft the pieces of his memory he couldn’t put together.

I’ll keep you safe, he thought as the images of the frightened treasure hoarders running through the alleyways of Mondstadt played in reverse.

I’ll keep you safe, was the last thing that drifted through as he recalled the conversation that caught his attention and had no reason uttering your name but suddenly demanded his full attention.

bnha boys when you say ‘i love you’

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