Omg I Just Imagined Listening To Music With Nanami.

Genshin [All male characters] When you ask “What would you do if I disappeared?”

Notes: Feeding everyone.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, fem!reader

Warnings: not proofread, hints of death, implications of dying, mentions of death, bit of crack, bit of angst, bit of fluff, bit of everything

Personal Favourites in this work: Venti, Diluc, Albedo, Xiao

Aether

His sister is already missing. What do you think he would feel if you ask something like that?

The fear in him is real. It seems endless, all this looking around for his sister. Adding you going missing into the mix, it was like torture. Like an endless spiral down into an endless hole.

“Aether? It’s just a hypothetical question, you don’t have to think about it too mu–” you were really just blurting out thoughts and nonsense.

He pulls you in for a hug, one arm tight around your waist and the other behind your head. “Please don’t” he whispers. “I don’t have anything else,”

He’ll become a shell of himself if you disappear. He’d look for you, but he’ll shed tears every night. 

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A SPITTING IMAGE

Zhongli x Fem!Reader 3.1K words

Summary: It's inevitable that an archon baby would possess divine features, It still doesn't catch you any less off guard when they start to present themselves.

Content Warning: a baby lmao, mother reader, father Zhongli, reader from Sumeru, probably grammatical errors

| Zhia | pronounced 'Zheeyah' - I took a mix of a traditional arab name (Zia) and added a h to match Zhongli. I thought it was fitting considering I decided to make the reader from Sumeru :)

As beautiful as Sumeru was, the nights in Liyue were nothing short of remarkable, in you're own opinion. The usual Liyuan climate was divinely warm - an array of sun rays and a steady ocean breeze usually upheld the alluring city atmosphere - but as the sun set, the warm ocean breeze chilled over and left the city in a pleasurable state of tranquility.

Liyue was much different to your birthplace of Sumeru, and nights in Liyue by climate standards alone were enough to cause your appeal towards the city to prosper. But now the nightly routine of cuddling your baby Zhia while you waited for your husband to finish his evening shower was what truly made your nights in Liyue unforgettable.

The wind blew steadily through the open window, and the constant patter of the shower a door down had become white noise as Zhia lazily lay front ways against your chest, your own back pressed against the headboard of your bed frame.

This scene had become a persistant routine over the past couple of months since baby Zhia had been born. You'd usually spend most of your day at work, your daughter left in the care of Liyues youth (usually Chongyun, Xingqui and Xiangling when they were free) then ending your day an hour or so before Zhongli ended his own. And as you waited for your husband to finish his end of day shower, you sat stroking your daughter as she slowly temped herself to sleep after a long afternoon giggling about with the teens.

Tonight was no different, a soft hand stroking patterns against your daughters head, playing with the few inches worth of thick black hair - paired with golden amber tips. For having such a formidable and strong willed bloodline, she truly was such a well behaved, reserved baby.

She looked so peaceful, occupied with a pacifier, slowly blinking up at you as you ran a thumb up and down her head, coaxing her eyes slowly shut as you cooed at how adorable she looked.

All up until the small lump finally made contact with your fingers. The tiny - well, microscopic - rigid outline of what you could only describe as what felt like bone peaking through the hair on the right side of Zhia's head - similar to how a fresh tooth felt piercing through skin.

A soft yet sudden breath escaped the gap of your mouth, a slight "huh?" breaking past your lips as your fingers began rubbing around the general area in which you thought you felt the bump.

It took a second, your fingers grazing over nothing but soft hair until finally, a hard and sharp sensation grazed the pad of your thumb once again.

"Oh Zhia baby... what is that..." The words were soft as you positioned yourself higher against the headboard, eyebrows furrowing inwards as you pressed your finger into the unknown bump, inspecting it in the most inconspicuous way possible as to not startle the girl. Zhia was a calm baby, but still a baby no less, and panicking and causing a fuss over her would undoubtedly lead to an outburst of tears you were frankly way too exhausted to handle right now.

The sudden movement, though slight, was enough to have baby Zhia jolting out of her previously sluggish state, eyes peering wide awake as she glared up at her mother in wonder. The pacifier between her lips continued bobbing up and down as she reached a hand to clench her mothers top, and despite the fear you now held at the situation, you couldn't help but smile down at her and run the side of your index finger against her cheek.

Maybe you were bias as her mother, or maybe it had something to do with her literal divine genes, but Archons she was so perfect.

"Stop being so adorable and let me figure out what's going on here baby."

"What's going on here?"

The sudden display of the new voice in the room was enough to start you into a slight jump, Zhia letting out a weak whine at the shift in movement.

With the concern in your chest and your hand running circles over the lump in her hair, you hadn't noticed Zhongli coming out of the bathroom, ready to join his wife and daughter on the bed for their usual nightly cuddles together.

"Zhongli, you scared me." Your voice was notably quieter then usual, your statement not an exclamation of humor like usual, but instead a fact stated more to yourself then to anyone else in particular - you seemed distracted and concerned - and Zhongli took quick note of that.

"Is everything alright dear? You mentioned something being wrong."

Your eyes previously gaping intensely towards the top of Zhia's head now flicked up to look over at Zhongli, a quirk of your neck silently indicating for him to come closer.

"Baby, look." Your voice was slowly growing more panicked as the situation progressed, and as Zhongli finally placed himself on the bed besides you, you swiftly guided his hand over to the top of his daughters head, allowing his fingers to run over the small hard lump you'd recently noticed in the depths of her thick tufts of golden tipped hair.

"A... lump- it's- I don't- Oh god." He was quickly noticing how your tone was slowly descending into one of panic.

Zhongli was silent for a moment, his fingers continuing to rub circles, inspecting the object of your concern on your daughters head. His brows pulling inwards only pushing your cause for concern over the edge, a full blown panic beginning to bubble in your chest.

"Oh Archons, w-what is it?! Is it something bad? Do you think it's an early sign of some sort of illness...? O-Or a disease of some sort?! What if its not benign?! Should we take her to doctor Baizhu? Im taking her to doctor Baizhu! Do you reckon he'd come to us at this time of night? Like right now-"

"Darling!" His tone was stern, yet there was a hint of humor behind his sudden interruption. "I...-" His eyes suddenly softened significantly from the previous look of what you had interpreted as concern but really was just him focusing on the feeling of the bump on Zhias head. "I don't think you have any cause for concern." Finally, he let out an airy laugh.

"What do you...?"

"It's not a lump."

His confidence in his words was somewhat reassuring, especially as you considered the fact that your husband was over 6000 years old. He had seen a lot of things, observed many different illnesses and was very knowledgable. But your motherly concern was unwavering on the matter. Sure he was wise but can wise explain why your baby had a sharp lump poking out of her head?

"It's... not? B-but how can you be sure? I still think we should take her to Baizhu. Or maybe that mondstat healer can give her a look if he's too busy. Uh, what was her name again? Barbatos? Oh gods no thats the drunk archon... Barbara!"

In that moment, Zhongli had truly never seemed so amused by anyones fussing in his millenniums worth of life like he had in this moment. "No, no dear, unfortunately, I don't think any of those people could help with this one. Not any healer, not any scholar from Sumeru, certainly not that drunken bard." Zhongli rolled his eyes in apathy at the mention of his fellow yet imprudent archon.

"Then... what can we do?"

"Nothing."

There hadn't been a single thing that had ever left you at a loss for words like your husbands own in that moment. How could he be so... calm? Zhongli more then anyone else was so completely overprotective when It came to Zhia. The most minute scrape, the smallest topple, even the slightest of whines from her tiny little figure and Zhongli was making a fuss about how she needed to be more careful - about how someone needed to be hovering over her at all times when he couldn't because archons forbid anything happens to her…-

And yet here he was, eyes glimmering, with a humored tone to his voice over what quite possibly had been the scariest thing you've experienced with your child. You mean, when is a sharp lump on a babies head ever a thing worth not worrying about?

"Nothing?! Zhongli do you-"

"Nothing can be done about it because those people wouldn't have a clue as to what is occurring."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you clenched your daughter tighter to your chest, the conversation growing in volume starting to make her restless. "What and you would?" Your tone was obviously mocking and yet Zhongli's smile only widened.

"Yes."

At a complete loss for words now, you couldn't help but allow your eyes to widen completely, head now spinning - reeling - trying so desperately to connect the metaphorical dots here.

Zhongli finally chuckled once more. His hand still in Zhias hair which was previously observing the lump was now just stroking patterns over his daughters head. Zhia's response to this was a content coo as she finally took proper notice of her fathers presence, and suddenly Zhongli reached over to take the infant from your arms, wanting nothing more than to finally hold his daughter after a long day.

You complied with his movements, watching as he smiled down on her and cradled her small body against his chest, hand still intertwined in and stoking along her short dark strands of hair. Zhia took well to the embrace of her dad, an array of content noises filling the air as she desperately grabbed at the loose hair behind him, pulling and tugging in a way that had Zhongli chuckling.

"I would understand whats occurring because I've been through it."

His words were shocking and yet all you could do was lean forward to rub a hand against Zhias back and place the other on your husbands thigh. "What?"

"Well technically I don't exactly remember it too well, I was but a mere child myself when it happened but... Love, theres no need to worry. This isn't a lump nor an illness or a disease."

"...So what is it then?"

And finally, with a proud smile, Zhongli announced, "I guess her Archon genes are a little more dominant then we thought. They are her horns."

"They're-... They're her... She has...- Horns?!"

Zhongli really seemed to be quite amused by the situation, taking to the idea of his daughters new features quite well. Adoringly, he looked down upon his baby against his chest who was now glaring up at his own eyes, her head resting against his shoulder with a glassy, fatigued look. She was becoming sleepy he noticed. "To be quiet honest, I really didn't expect her to grow horns. Few immortal beings who take the form of humans possess horns. The Qilin do-"

"L-Like Ganyu and Yanfei?"

"-Precisely," He responded. "But its because they possess Adeptus genes. I thought maybe because she was an Archon and not an Adeptus she wouldn't possess such features but now thinking of it, I guess it was pretty presumptuous of me to think like that considering I too also have horns in my truer forms. It's only natural she'd take all my Archon features, even my ones not visible to the eye in human form."

Now, you had been told on occasion that you were quite a talkative person. And being married to a man who found himself maundering off on long and complex tangents meant you had become quite talented at responding to convoluted topics and contributing engaging input. And yet for the third time this evening, Zhongli had managed to stunt your articulation skills all together.

What in the world was he talking about? Horns? Divine features? This was certainly not a matter to be smiling about you had concluded. And yet he somehow had never looked so content.

This was undoubtedly a vexing situation. And he was smiling.

Zhia, up until this point had been quite subtle in regards to her Archon features. Sure her eye color was rather potent and there had perhaps been a few instances in which Zhia's excitement had gotten the best of her, just maybe causing the tips of her hair to start glowing a golden amber in and around the public streets of Liyue - one instance in particular being when she had gotten a little too joyful at the sight of a bird pecking at the pond in the plaza while Zhongli and yourself had been shopping at the general goods store, causing Zhongli to swiftly grab her from you and sprint towards the closed Funeral parlor for cover.

There had been instances but all together, Zhia looked and for the most part acted like a normal, human baby.

But horns?! Horns may as well have been a hand written sign that some supernatural phenomenon was occurring under your family roof. Neon flashing lights indicating that your household in particular wasn't entirely what they seemed.

"Zhongli, you don't see this as a problem?"

Zhongli's eyes flicked up and away from his daughters fluttering eyes, brows furrowing in ambivalence at your words.

"Why would this be a problem? She is what she is... Are you perhaps... not happy about this feature in particular?"

You quickly shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut with dismay. "No, no, of course thats not it. I know she's not human and im not put off by features that indicate who she is. It's just... Zhongli this is going to be very difficult to hide and people'll start asking questions. You see..."

"Oh." Finally, Zhonglis eyes dropped. "I hadn't thought about it like that. I guess- that is going to be quite an issue isn't it?"

A soft hum left your lips in response.

"Well, there are always methods of concealment. I've heard of a girl in Mondstat who covers her ears by blending the feature into her hair."

As the words left Zhonglis lips, your face fell in disbelief. "Really Zhongli?"

"What?"

"You don't see the problem with what you just said?"

"I don't-?"

"Youre aware of the way a girl hides her ears? She must do it real conspicuously cause obviously no ones figured her out, huh?" Your sarcastic tone was enough to have Zhongli's mouth twitching with a smile.

"I guess I hadn't thought about that either."

Finally you let out a sigh, allowing your head to fall back against the headboard once again, head turned to the side to stare at the now sleeping baby in Zhongli’s arms.

You loved your husband truly, and you loved your daughter even more. But Gods this was way too complicated for a mere mortal like yourself to have to think about. Curse the Archons and curse Zhongli's double life.

“You could always say you’re half Adepti or something.”

Was this man serious? You were from Sumeru. Who the hell was going to believe that?

"Or maybe I can convince everyone I had an affair with a god and she isn’t yours.”

Zhongli's eyes widened in despair as the indication of your words settled in, his arms subconsciously hugging his now sleeping daughter closer to his chest. In response Zhia whined and shifted in his grip before settling quietly with a hiccup.

Though he was aware you were clearly joking, even just the idea of Zhia not being his own was enough to make his stomach roll - the dismayed look he sent your way was something he couldn’t help displaying - a look which had you laughing humorously.

As your laughter settled, your eyes rolled away from Zhongli and landed back onto your baby, and your smile dropped as it quickly dawned on you that even if you actually wanted to do that, no one would believe you. The child was a spitting image of her father, from her amber tipped hair to her large golden eyes - people would believe HE was the one who’d had an affair and you were the non biological parent before anyone suspected he wasn’t her father - and everyone in liyue had seen you during your pregnancy.

Watching your clear change in facial expression, Zhongli read your thoughts like a divine contract and was soon the one chuckling at your own dismay. "It's okay darling she has your smile."

"No she doesn't. People just say that to make parents feel better about their shitty genes."

Zhongli laughed once again. "Don't feel bad love you were up against a God."

"Guess I really had no chance, huh? She was born to follow in your footsteps, I guess that starts with her features."

A comfortable silence soon fell over the room as you both contently watched the soft breaths of your daughters sleeping figure. Zhongli in particular looked absolutely captured by the image of his daughter against his shoulder, stroking a thumb over the skin of her cheek in adoration.

"So what are we going to do? About Zhia, I mean. Those horns don't exactly scream human."

"Maybe no one will question it."

You gave him an incredulous look. "Really?" You deadpanned. "I'm like 98 percent sure Childe already suspects you're not who you say you are. A supernatural baby is probably like written confirmation for him."

"Okay but Childe's barely in Liyue as it is, his suspicions aren't nearly as problematic to me, besides he saw me handing over a gnosis, I think we crossed that bridge long ago."

"Zhongli!"

He certainly wasn't taking this as seriously as he should have been. After all, it was his identity on the line, not your own. "Okay, okay," he chuckled. "Don't talk too loud you'll wake up Zhia."

"Out of all features! She couldn't have had like a birthmark or something? She had to have the one thing that comes out of her head."

Chuckling once again, Zhongli raised his unoccupied arm to pull your body into his chest. Once your head made contact with his body - yourself proceeding to wrap one arm around his waist and the other stroking against Zhias back - he finally leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead. "You worry too much. Besides, headwear fashion is quite popular now-a days."

Your face softened as a slight smile took place of the frown. "She'll be wearing beanies in the summer."

"Well maybe we can convince Hu Tao to give Zhia her hat. It's not like she'll say no, that child loves Zhia."

You giggled. "...Its not the most fashionable hat." Zhongli smiled.

"Perhaps." He mused. "Or perhaps she could just... not cover them."

"But, Zhongli, baby- what about your-"

"Its alright darling, I'd rather my daughter be comfortable then keep my identity a secret. I wouldn't necessarily have to reveal everything. Maybe just enough to keep people off our backs."

Finally allowing the conversation to fizzle, Zhongli settled his back against the head board, holding his wife and daughter close in his arms with a content sigh. He couldn't ask for more; A wife who cares and a daughter who resembled himself to a tee.

Sending one final glance down to his daughter, cooing at how peaceful the baby girl looked sleeping in his arms, he spoke, "And Its really not as if people aren't suspicious, I mean- her hair was glowing at second life grocer and I ran her to the funeral parlor, everyone definitely saw."

“Oh god, Zhongli-!”

Sleeping on their lap, shoulder or chest

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Characters: Kaeya, Diluc, Tartaglia, Zhongli, Baizhu, Dainsleif

Warning(s): Mentions of a deep wound and blood in Dainsleif's part.

Genre: Mostly fluff

❅ ᴋᴀᴇʏᴀ

Laying on Kaeya's lap with his feathered fluffy scarf acting like a pillow while he's filling in paperwork at the Favonius Headquarters. It's all silent in the room as all you can hear are the slight shuffles of the paper, movement of the quil when being refilled with more ink and crackles of the fire from the candles.

His focus on the paperwork was suddenly on the soft yawn that had come from you. With him insisting that you can take a nap on his lap and that he'll wake you up when he's finished, you reluctantly agree and take his offer but when your about to thank him your eyelids start to grow heavier the more you keep them open.

Soon enough your eyes close and now your met with darkness as sleep has engulfed you full. Kaeya watched you fall into slumber and silently chuckles to himself before continuing on with the unwritten papers, unconsciously patting your head.

"Who knew that you would be able to make me feel welcomed like this love, you truly are the light in my dark path."

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❅ ᴅɪʟᴜᴄ

Diluc reading a book with you situated on his lap while he reads out to you. It's been a long and tiresome day at the bar having to deal with drunkards, specifically speaking of Kaeya and Venti, and now all he wants to do is to be in your company.

His voice was calming to the ear and you couldn't help yourself but to yawn numerous times as he continues to read out loud to the both of you. Of course it doesn't take long till he notices this and has offered for you to rest on his chest, happily accepting the offer you had moved to get into a comfortable position before laying your head on his firm chest.

Checking to see if your comfortable, he continues on with reading. And it's not long before your eyelids feel heavy as you desperately try to stay awake but alas, sleep has taken over you. Diluc noticed and lowered the book onto the bedside table, limiting his movements he adjusted the both of you to lay flat and covered your bodies with the blanket. Admiring your face for a while and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he just can't seem to get enough of you.

"Rest my little flame, tomorrow is a new day and I'll be there waiting."

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❅ ᴛᴀʀᴛᴀɢʟɪᴀ

Your currently sitting down at Tartaglias side in the Northland Bank helping him with finishing off some papers. There's no one in the building except for the two of you at this ungodly hour of night, all was seen from the window of his office were the shining lights of Liyue.

It's a calming atmosphere between you both, with you slightly humming a tune from time to time since he doesn't seem to mind it. Though you have yawned throughout it at times and he had tried several times to get to bed as he will follow on later after finishing them, yet stubbornly you seem to decline it every single time saying "I can wait, I'm not that tired."

Up until now where your soft snores have taken over the room. Chuckling to himself, he had quietly placed down his papers and quil for the night as he carefully stood up from his chair, carrying you bridal style to one of the spare couches in the room as he lays you on top of his chest and with a blanket over the two of you.

"Wow girlie, what ever are you going to do without me hm?"

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❅ ᴢʜᴏɴɢʟɪ

Zhongli's shoulders are a bit tense at first when you had placed your head upon it but after getting used to it he lets you do so willingly. As for the two of you, your both at the Funeral Parlour and there's only few people who are still working like Hu Tao and Zhongli himself.

You on the other hand had intended on visiting him and to accompany him while he's finishing off so he won't get so lonely. He even had some tea brewed up for the two of you while chatting, Zhongli's doing most of the talking though, about the history of Liyue and the contracts that have been made throughout.

Let's be honest, with a voice like his there's no possible way that you won't be able to fall asleep after a while. He takes note of it and gently guides your head to his shoulders and slings his arm around your waist to ensure that you won't slip off the seat next to him while continuing to do his work.

"Oh, it seems like my storytelling has bored you enough haha. A bit of shut-eye doesn't seem to hurt, sleep well gem."

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❅ ʙᴀɪᴢʜᴜ

It's a clear day in the Bubu Pharmacy and Baizhu had once again ordered Qiqi to go out and gather some herbs while he stayed to take care of the clients. You had offered to go along and help Qiqi with herb gatherings yet she had kindly declined your offer and with that she had begun to leave the pharmacy.

Now leaving you with Baizhu and some other workers, he had been observing you at times and has seen that you'd became drowsy at times and how you would take "a small nap" only for it to become a full 1 hour+ rest on your work table.

Seeing that, he had allowed for you to rest your head on his shoulders, despite his weak physical condition, as it was still to early in the morning for any customers to come in. Just be careful of Changshen that's situated on his shoulders too.

"My my, doing yourself in no good such as getting the lack of sleep isn't going to help much, dear. Take some shut-eye but be careful of Changshen, she doesn't like it when she's squashed."

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❅ ᴅᴀɪɴꜱʟᴇɪꜰ

It's not everyday that the two of you rest in order to eliminate the abyss order but when you do, you can find yourself situated on Dainsleif's lap with your head leaning against his chest listening to the surroundings and his starry cape wrapped around your form.

It's night and the two of you are taking refuge underneath a big sakura tree in Inazuma, initially the both of you were dealing with some abyss mages and shadowy husks. Everything was going well until a shadowy husk had caught you off guard allowing yourself to be vulnerable for a minute and before you know it, it had attacked your figure leaving a deep cut into your skin.

Dainsleif was able to wipe out the others of his powers and now leaving yourself and him, he was going to question you if you were able to move forward but upon seeing your form he did quick work of the wound and cleaned up the blood before patching it up. This is now resulting in where you're at now, relaxing at your pace as Dainsleif's looking over your form.

"Perhaps it would've been greater if you wouldn't have joined me from the beginning, there's a lot more to go through but if you're able to keep up then I guess travelling with you is something I'll continue to look forward to."

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Tokyo Revengers: Flashing Scenes #1

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The sea was brimming with the shades smudged up on it by the dull sun hanging over the sad New Year sky.

It had been two years. Two years since the last time Mikey saw this very sun rose up from the east with his people. His people. It was a precious collection of faces that could burn up his soul even when this life had turn it into ashes.

Time... it was beautiful with them.

"Are you missing them too, Taiyaki-san?" mumbled Mikey to his beloved fish-shaped cookie. "Are they missing me too...? I wonder whether Kenchin is doing good or not these days. Because... last night, Emma requested me to check up on him. But you know, I just could not..."

"...why so?"

Came a voice and Mikey frowned.

"You can speak Taiyaki-san?" he said. For a second he thought, with extreme bewilderment, that it was his beloved cookie who asked the question out of his sentence.

However, when Mikey heard the same voice giggle at his foolish words, it became clear to him that it wasn't the case as he pronounced.

For when he turned his head slightly to his left, he found a female leaning against the wharf on which he was sitting beside the ocean port.

She turned her face towards him and Mikey watched the cruel January winds ruffling its fingers past through her (h/c) tresses.

"Such a beautiful morning, isn't it, Mikey?" said the female, smiling a warm smile. "Such a beautiful season to miss your loved ones."

"Who are you?" Mikey asked with the frown settled on his lips deepening.

Exactly.

Who was she?

Coming out of nowhere.

Calling him by his name.

But it seemed, as though she was not in the mood to answer his question as she parted her lips to speak again.

"Shinichiro always used to say that one must always sway away from meddling with the evil. Because it's consuming. The evil. It's treacherous. It came in the night to creep up your chest. To cut through your fibres. To make home inside your heart."

'Huh? Is she delusional?' Mikey thought and said, "what do you mean by this?"

"You know very well already, Mikey."

No he don't.

And how dare she call his name in the same manner his late brother used to say.

"He won't be happy to see you like this, Mikey. All this blood and violence, he never approved of this style and I don't think so that he ever wanted his little brother to engage himself with such things too."

She tilted her head. Her (e/c) orbs took to gaze into his own black ones and Mikey felt them peering deep inside his tattered soul.

"It's been so long..." she mumbled and tore her irises away to look up at the hazy winter sky.

"Let all those who left you live through your sufferings, Mikey. But don't let the void their absence created being filled with anything but sweet memories you made with them... okay?"

The female leaned away from the wharf and took to rummage her hand inside her bag. From inside it, she pulled out a pack of Dorayaki and placed it before him.

"Happy New Year, young Sano. May this year bring you back to warmth."

And, she raised her hand. Brought it closer towards his face so her fingers could grace his cold skin.

The touch...

It was like she just dusted off all of his bad corners.

How could someone who you only met could feel so much like home?

"Who are you?" Mikey asked. This time hoping that she would reply. But all he got in return was her sweet smile.

"Ask your brother," the (h/c) haired female said. "He will tell you about me." And with this, she turned to leave.

But in the process, Mikey caught a hold of a glinting necklace that stayed hanging to her neck.

He knew this necklace...

In his memories. He had seen it in them.

And, he felt, images pouring before his eyes. He felt them carrying him away.

Away... to that day.

"Woah! This is so beautiful, big bro! Can I have it?" Emma chimed. Her eyes shining with admiration as she sat, looking down at a quiet simple floral necklace.

"What are you talking about?" Shinichiro said, looking over his shoulder.

He jumped, the moment he noticed what Emma was referring. Jogging to her, he tried to take the necklace but she hid it behind her back.

"Uh! Emma! Give it back to big bro— from where you found it?"

"It just fell from your pocket," said Emma. "Now, can I have it, please? It's so pretty." She requested. Batting her lashes innocently but Shinichiro shook his head. With a soft face he said, "I will buy you another, Emma. One more prettier than this, okay?"

"No! I want this one!"

"Understand it, Emma," Shinichiro panicked, watching Emma being ready to unleash her stubborn side.

"Pwease, big bro—"

"—Emma, I said I'll buy you another—"

"And as you can see, this is the live footage of two Sanos fighting over a cheap necklace. Behaving like irrational donkeys like always—"

"MIKEY!!"

Now he could see it...

She was there...

There behind Shinichiro's panicky face. There behind his "I might be late for lunch todays."

She was there. That day. She was the one yelling at him for getting into the meaningless fights over the telephone line.

She was his...

"Who's Gourmet Cream, Shinichiro?"

I remember asking him. I remember him choking over his soup. I remember him snatching his phone and blushing for straight one hour.

"Come inside, (f/n)," said Wakasa with tears strolling down his face. "Shin needs you to put his soul to rest..."

She was there.

There outside the church.

Playing hide-and-seek with the shadows. Mourning with the tunes played by her cracking heart.

Her knuckles... they were all white.

Because she was clutching onto that floral necklace so hard. It was as if... as if it was whispering something to her.

As if it was the only thread stringing life into her.

I remember her.

She was big bro's twenty-first proposal and his only yes.

Heh!

And she was his Gourmet Cream.

So, Shinichiro, does that mean that she is broken from the same place as I am?

Does she have this same wound.

The wound which I call....

loss?

twirls hair. imagine flirting w strict driving instructor diluc, who has had enough with your reckless driving. absolutely sick of you inviting him to peek down your low cut shirt and “accidentally” touching his thigh as you reach for the joystick. just a fake ditzy giggle n oops! it’s so firm i mistook it as the gear shift ~

the way you’re not taking road safety seriously at all and pouting as if you should’ve passed the test without a hitch makes diluc frustrated, even more so when you plead for him to “bend the rules a little” and “not be so uptight.”

it’s really funny to you of course because when he’s releasing his frustration on your throat by fucking it, making tears spring up from your doe eyes, you know he’ll give you the pass and his number. diluc’s a gentleman so surely he’ll regret pounding your throat sore, after all you were too cute slurping with your hair tucked behind your ear, blinking up as if you ask with your gaze, am i doing good?

diluc definitely has a thing for praise hungry brats. (not projecting !!! nope. ps. i passed the exam w 100%, watch me hit you on the roads <3)

— revoked privileges 

summary: taking away their cuddling privileges for a month after a fight had happened

warnings: grammatical mistakes may occur, having to reject their cuddle sessions, usage of petnames, slight crack, tiny angst

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

inc: childe, diluc, albedo, scaramouche, kazuha (separated)

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i. my youth is yours / eren jaeger ( attack on titan ). 

The reason why Eren is the way he is right now is that you have always been part of his youth.

wc: 1,672 

a/n: takes place in a modern setting of marley, where eren & the reader are both 22 years old and college students. 

Eren has known you since he was ten years old.

It started in the fifth grade when he first saw you on the first day. Back then, he thought nothing special of you. You were around his age, a classmate of his, and just someone who sits at a desk that was arranged next to him. Someone as sweet and nice as you shouldn’t be friends with someone as fearsome and abrupt as him, but fate had other plans in store for him.

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You really didn’t think you could love Shinichiro more than you already did.

None of you both had ever been big fans of love. Not even in an edgy love-isn’t-real way, but love simply didn’t matter that much, nor it was something you both went out looking for in life.

Even after a year and a half of being together, you still couldn’t tell much difference from when you were “just friends”, apart from the kissing.

But whenever you got to catch a glimpse of Shinichiro around his younger brother and his friends, something in you could feel it.

“Oi, Mikey, who even let y’all in here, huh? Shouldn’t you be at school?”, Shin’s voice echoed in the garage, and you giggled, sat on the motorbike he was cleaning.

He wiped his hands with a towel, the cloth now dirty with oil, and he rubbed his forehead with the back of his wrist, eyes fixed on his brother and two of his friends. They looked at you, sweet smiles on their faces, but eyes colored with mischief.

You shrugged when your boyfriend turned to look at you, a playful grin plastered on his features.

“Don’t look at me like that, it wasn’t me!”, you defended yourself, but shoot the kids a wink.

A yelp left your throat when you felt Shin’s hands wrap around your wrists, pulling you to his dirty body, wrapping his arms around your waist and he laughed.

“Leave her alone, pervert”, his younger brother spoke, holding back his laughter as your boyfriend let go of you to give him an offended look.

“Yeah, she’s waaayyy too pretty for you, Shinichiro”, Keisuke said, and you laughed, but were fast to take the dirty cloth from Shin’s hand before he threw it to the kid.

“Baji’s right, we hope you know you could do better, Y/n”, it was a surprise to see Draken join, but it didn’t disappoint, and you laughed again at Shin’s shocked expression.

He walked over to the three kids, messing Mikey and Baji’s hair with his hands, and lightly tapping Draken’s forehead as he clicked his tongue.

The boys laughed as he explained to them how, ‘as literal babies with zero girlfriends in total, they were in no place to comment on his relationship, but he would gladly give them advice if they ever needed it’

The kids rolled their eyes, hiding their blushed cheeks when the older boy pointed out how they were only being little bitches to him because they were jealous because of how beautiful you were, and how they all liked you so much, before giving you a fast goodbye and running out of the garage.

“Those kids, I swear…”, he started speaking as he turned back to you, rolling his eyes with a grin in his lips. He always had that look on his eyes when they were around, like he wanted to make them laugh, to take care of them, “So young and so fucking annoy— mhpm!”.

You cut him off with a kiss, to which he answered by wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close.

“What was that for, doll..? You’ve got your pretty face all dirty with oil now, dumm—”.

“You’ll be a great dad one day, Shin”, you said, and he closed his mouth, looking at you with gentle eyes and a playful grin, “We’ll be the best parents to ever walk Earth, right?”.

“I promise you we will”.

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Bakugou Katsuki

A Night Off - You go out for some food and your roommate, Bakugou, gets worried when you don't return quickly and aren't responding. (Basically a crack fic) /nonromantic Sleepy Mornings - You know Bakugou is prone to nightmares, that's usually why he's missing from bed in the mornings. /dating Night Walks - You weren't a big part of Bakugou's friend group. You somehow managed to become closer to him after a nightmare. /friends > dating Forgive, Don't Forget - (Prologue) - (Part One) - (Part Two) - (Part Three) - (Part Four) - When Izuku broke up wit you, you expected to cry in bed for at least a week. Since when was public slander a part of heartbreak. This realization was also downplayed by the fact that BAKUGOU was on your side?!?! /friends > dating > married (Ongoing) Pickpocket!Bakugou Headcanons - I only added a little bit to this, but any Bakugou fan would like this. The Regent - (Part One) - Your family always expected too much from you for people who have neglected you. However, you never expected to be shoved into a marriage you didn't even have a hand in, much less know of. (Ongoing) /married

Izuku Midoriya

November Prompt - Crisp Air - Izuku finds you on the balcony of your apartment in his favorite shirt. /dating Immortal Izuku Headcanon - Basically a headcanon that Izuku is just a little wanderer who collects information which also includes Bakugou and Shouto.

Shouto Todoroki

The Days We Lost - You always had a crush on Shouto, but then Momo came around and you shoved your feelings to the back burner. (Maybe Ongoing) /angsty, friends Shouto Headcanons - Head empty, only Todoroki fulfilling all his annoying little brother tendencies with Bakugou.

Now I’m curious, what kind of blackmail would prof Zhongli have on us? If so would we tell a close friend around it, not in the sense that they could do something but just being a source of comfort during the situation?

hi nonnie!! this is something I've talked about a bunch before throughout different posts (though you can most notibly see it in my series the color blue (specifically this chapter) which you should totally read if you haven't already hehe (^:<, as well as in this drabble), but because I've never given a clear, one hundred percent answer elaborately on here, I'll take the chance to do it now! also I've decided to change the way scholarships work in this universe for my own benefit simply because it works for me.

professor zhongli's blackmail isn't the traditional sort of blackmail you'd think it'd be. even more notably so, reader doesn't even realize they're being blackmailed at first due to just how subtle he is about it. dear, poor reader, is a scholarship student attending one of the most notoriously elite colleges the nation has to offer, one that, without afformentioned scholarship, they wouldn't be able to attend. additionally, part of the scholarship also allows and helps reader pay for reader to live off campus with their bestfriend in a tiny apartment. that scholarship is truly what reader is practically living on at this point. and, subsequently, professor zhongli, as someone who can easily be a driving force behind getting (forcing) reader off of that scholarship, holds their life and future in his hands.

zhongli is well known in your school, and is one of the reasons so many students each year apply. professors like zhongli, who've accomplished a lot and have decided to teach at the school, have so, so much power over you in the grand scheme of things. failing his class could easily jeopardize your scholarship in the school. and that's where zhongli's manipulation truly comes to play.

there's two major things that he does. the first one is that he lowers your grades and purposefully (and unjustifiably) fails you consistently just so that you're forced to either spend special alone time with him, or with his teachers assistant, xiao, who essentially acts as a mini-spy for him. the second thing is either convince other professors to treat you as ruthlessly, or to simply put you under so much pressure that you genuinely have to wonder whether or not continuing your education is worth the amount of stress you're put under, especially when, no matter how hard you try, you simply cannot meet zhongli's harsh standards.

this is where he fully lays the blackmail and manipulation in thick. he asks you if the stress you're putting yourself under is truly worth it, and makes you wonder, wouldn't it be just so sweet if you, instead of constantly teetering on the edge of failing and losing your scholarship, could just stay at home all day and be properly taken care of, if you could just never have to worry about a single thing again?

he essentially gives you a choice: continue to struggle not to fail and lose everything you've worked so hard for, or live a quiet, sweet, peaceful life with him where you wouldn't have to worry about a single thing anymore. it's up to you.