Hurt Heart

Iida x Fem!Reader Historical AU: Victorian Era Word Count: 6466

!!: Angst-ish

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A ball. A glorious evening full of dancing, drinking, and eating the finest food. This one is supposed to be the event of the year. At least, according to your mother. 

“I never have fun at these things,” you protest as your maid finishes adjusting the bustle on your dress. She melts into the background while your mother continues to prattle on about how ‘marvelous’ it will be.

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Someone New

Summary: Travelling worlds has its side effects; namely, having visions of multiple timelines. As you get closer to the housewardens after their overblots, you begin to see the possible future that awaits the two of you, if only you decide to choose them.

Overblot gang x Reader (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus)

GN but mentions of biological children - imagine anything you want though (magic spells that make anything possible!)

i. blooms of red and bursts of reason; riddle rosehearts

Even after knowing him for months, you don’t touch Riddle until long after his overblot. He isn’t truly comfortable with you, with anyone, touching him so casually.

The chill of autumn ghosts your skin, making goosebumps rise along your arms. When he notices you rubbing your forearms to gather some warmth, Riddle insists on offering you his coat. Something about ‘rule five hundred and nine.’

His ways don’t always make sense to you, but you appreciate the sentiment behind the action. You take his coat, uttering your gratitude to him, although it’s quite small considering his stature. He offers you a small smile; in Riddle’s case, you know that means a lot.

You can’t help but return his smile, the small affection making your heart stir suddenly. It’s nice - spending time alone with Riddle. At the beginning of the year, you’d never have imagined becoming close with him. It was hard to see past the strict housewarden who never let anything go.

You think he’d made assumptions about you too. About you being a troublemaker, someone not worth his time, just another problem. You’re thankful you’ve both come around.

You stare at him from the corner of your eye as you walk together. He truly is gentle at heart, despite what his temper might suggest. His red hair sits perfectly on his head, cutely framing his face. It makes you think of his mother; his hair is perhaps the only good thing she passed onto him.

You snap out of your thoughts when you step a little too hard into a puddle and accidentally splash your pants, slightly dirtying them. Riddle turns when he hears your grumble, and you prepare yourself for a scolding. You won’t hold it against him; it was your fault for being careless.

Instead, Riddle only shakes his head gently, before asking if you’d like to stop at Ramshackle to change before you two arrive at the library.

Your surprise forces you to take a moment and just look at him. So far he’s come from the person he was only a couple months ago. You feel strangely sentimental, so you reach out to touch his shoulder, intending to thank him.

As soon as you make contact with him, the world around you shifts, brown and orange leaves being traded for the bright green of spring.

-

You sit under a pagoda tree, the wind gently blowing the pages of your novel. It’s strange - you’re seeing things as yourself, but you’re not in control. It’s as though you’re replaying the memory of someone else. At the sound of someone’s voice, ‘you’ look up. It’s there that you spot familiar red hair; it forms a stark contrast to the vegetation around you.

He’s not alone, either. In Riddle’s arms is a small baby, with identical hair to who you presume is his father. It’s a striking image - Riddle with his child. He’s noticeably older; if you had to guess, he seems to be in his late twenties.

“MC? Sorry to bother, but he’s been refusing to eat today. I checked our parenting books thrice, but I haven’t found any suitable solutions. I thought you might know how to help him.”

“That’s okay,” you hear your voice say. “How is our little guy doing?”

Riddle passes the baby to you, and you finally take notice of his other features; this child has the same colour eyes as you, and a similarly shaped nose.

You then catch a glimpse of the ring sparking on your left hand, and the other on Riddle’s.

“Hmm,” you’re vision-self says. “Let’s go back home, I’ll try to see what’s bothering him.”

“Alright, dear. I’ll start on dinner,” older-Riddle replies.

He takes your hand and helps you up, before you walk back toward the house in the distance, your hand still in his.

-

When the greens turn to orange, you blink, finding Riddle looking at you. You’re back at NRC.

“Are you alright, prefect? You seem distracted.”

“I’m okay, Riddle. I just…never mind. Let’s get going.”

You decide not to tell him about your strange…Dream? Vision? It all seemed so real…you could smell the tree sap and feel the breeze flow against your skin. You held a baby. Your baby…with Riddle? The two of you were older, but would it really be possible for it to truly be your future? That seemed ridiculous. Then again, you thought the same thing about magic a few months ago.

You resolve to keep this strange occurrence to yourself until you can figure out what happened. It’s hard to look at Riddle, having now seen the two of you married and with a child together. You’re more flustered than usual. Was this just some kind of daydream projection of your fantasies about him? You weren’t even really sure you could say you have a ‘crush’ on him - after all, you’ve only recently begun getting close. Not that you haven’t thought of him that way at all but-

You’re sure Riddle takes notice of your strange behaviour throughout your study session but, thankfully, he doesn’t comment on it.

ii. dizzying dreams and endless nights; leona kingscholar

You’d fought Leona hard to get where you are now - on the left side of his bed, with Grim sleeping at the base. You’re exhausted with everything going on with Azul (hopefully) temporarily taking your dorm, but it’s hard to sleep with how worried you are about the situation.

Leona’s room is dim, moonlight cascading over the silk sheets. You can barely make out his form, curled up in the blankets and turned away from you.

You don’t want to disturb the sleeping lion, but he happens to be hogging the entire blanket. You suppose you should’ve known, but it wasn’t as though you had time to take anything from Ramshackle.

When the chill becomes too much to ignore, you try to tug part of the blanket away from him. This causes Leona to roll over, arm suddenly falling around your back.

You’re hit with another wave of blurry vision as the moon melts into the sun.

-

“Morning,” you hear a voice, your voice, say to him. Your tone is playful and lightheartedly chastising. You can feel his arms wrapped snuggly around you.

It’s happening again, the same as with Riddle. You’re seeing things from your own eyes, but you’re not in control.

A groan comes from behind you, Leona shuffling his position but refusing to open his eyes. His bare legs brush yours under the covers. “Too early. Go back to sleep.” He pulls you closer into his chest.

‘You’ laugh gently, turning around in his arms so you’re now face to face. “You promised the queen we would attend this banquet. Especially after we missed the last one.”

He looks older here too, but as gorgeous as ever. Despite just waking up, Leona’s dark hair falls perfectly around his face. The room is different than his one at school; it’s still a bedroom, but it looks as though you’re back in the castle of Sunset Savanna.

Leona finally opens his eyes, looking at you with a heavy gaze before flipping you below him. His arms hold him straight above you, looking down on you lying prone on the bed. “Hmph.” He leans in close until your lips are only millimetres apart. “We have some time, don’t we?”

You’re left staring into those piercing green eyes, entranced by them being closer than ever.

With that, he leans in completely, lips brushing over your own as he begins to kiss you. The longer it goes, the more ravenous he becomes, more and more greedy for the taste of your lips.

-

When the sunlight fades to moonlight, you’re left embarrassed. That was - so much worse than with Riddle?! Ugh, it’s so awkward with Leona sleeping beside you now, like you’ve violated some kind of rule by thinking of him that way.

You’re too afraid to even consider the possibility of it being some kind of dream. It came on so suddenly, but you hadn’t been asleep. The whole thing seemed so real, too elaborate for a simple dream. No, it had to be more than that - some kind of vision - but how could that be true? And what did that mean about your vision with Riddle? Surely they couldn’t both be correct.

You’d intended on ignoring it before, but with Leona’s vision, that seemed futile. Perhaps the staff would have some answers for you…

iii. seashells shimmer in the forever sea; azul ashengrotto

Azul isn’t one for touching, and this time neither are you. Ever since the Crowley’s theory about alternate universes and rips in time since you’ve travelled worlds, you’ve decided it’s best to stay away from touching too many people. It was…interesting, to see a possible future with Riddle and Leona, but it’s certainly left you ambivalent. It’s a bit difficult not to avoid them when your mind drifts to your ‘visions’ while in their vicinity.

Riddle is kind enough to ignore your sudden shyness, but Leona has openly called you out on how flustered you get around him. He seems both confused and amused about the development, and his smugness is too much to handle sometimes.

Fortunately for you, Leona doesn’t hang around the Mostro Lounge much, making it the perfect place for you to avoid him. You try to force Ace and Deuce to come with you and study there, but the two have been reluctant considering their previous encounters with the twins while trying to get Azul’s picture.

That means you’re left to go alone, sometimes. Well, alone except for Grim. He never leaves you hanging as long as you agree to buy him food. Just like today, where he sits passed out across the other side of the booth, having eaten himself into a food coma.

You try to return to your homework, but out of the corner of your eye, you catch Azul staring at you from the staff area. When you make eye contact, he only waves, smile dripped in plasticity. When you don’t clue in, he walks toward your table, eventually taking a seat across from you, beside Grim.

“Hello, Prefect,” he says.

“Azul.”

Unlike Riddle - and even to some extent, Leona - you haven’t really gotten close to Azul after his overblot. He doesn’t exactly want you to, it seems.

“I noticed you’ve been frequenting the Lounge quite frequently as of late - I just wanted to thank you, for being a dedicated patron.”

“I’m not doing it for you, but you’re welcome, I guess.”

“Ah yes, I presumed. So, who are you doing it for?”

Your mind snaps to thoughts of you and Leona in the future, his arms around you in his bed-

“Nothing. No one. Do you need something, Azul?”

Despite your attempt at neutrality, Azul must see something on your face as you attempt to rid your mind of your vision of Leona. He leans in a bit, curious to observe you.

You begin packing up your things, too distracted to continue studying.

“No need to leave on my account,” he says.

“It’s not.”

He stands at the same time as you, presumably planning to head back to his office. Unfortunately for the both of you, you hadn’t noticed Grim migrate to his place sleeping on the floor. When you take a step forward and trip, Azul is, tragically, directly in front of you.

Your arms reach out instinctively, but instead of stabilizing yourself by grabbing onto his shoulders, the force of your fall knocks the both of you over.

As soon as you make contact with him, your vision swirls into another world full of beautiful blues.

-

The coral sea is even more breathtaking than you remember. You’ve only been a couple times, but the drastic differences between the land and ocean always manage to stun you. The water is so clear that it practically glitters as you wave your hands through it, feeling the water pass refreshingly across your smooth skin.

You’ve never been to this specific place before (presumably, it doesn’t exist yet), but it’s clear what it is: a restaurant. If the octopus logo has anything to do with it, clearly it’s Azul’s. It wasn’t too surprising to you that he would have more restaurants open in the future, but you weren’t sure what you were doing here. If the pattern followed, it seemed inevitable that you and Azul would be…romantically-involved in this timeline, but that just didn’t seem possible.

At least you had befriended Riddle and Leona to an extent - Azul looked down on your existence as a magicless person, seemingly entirely apathetic about you in general. You had to admit, the feelings were mutual considering his treatment of you and your friends.

You feel ‘yourself’ look around the restaurant, before heading back into the staff area. You knock on the door to an office, and Azul opens it with a smile.

He, too, is older. His face has matured a bit and he also wears his hair a bit longer. Azul still has his grey suit, though.

“Hello, MC. Done for the day?”

“I guess so, boss,” your voice replied cheekily. Boss?? Why would your future self ever work for-

“Hmm, I may have more tasks for you, why don’t you come in~”

With that, future-Azul takes your hand and tugs you into his office. On his desk sits several picture frames; one of his parents and one of his wedding. You happened to spot yourself in the second one.

It’s a bit jarring to see; you and Azul posed together, dressed up in such fancy clothing. His arm sits around your shoulder, and yours around his waist. Before this, the two of you have never even shook hands.

You hear yourself giggling, cornering Azul against the wall as soon as he closes the door and bringing your arms around his neck to kiss him.

You can already feel the dread forming; you definitely won’t be able to spend time at the Mostro Lounge after this…

As the two of you pull away, Azul starts talking about a reunion for your graduating class at NRC.

“I told them maybe - with the new branch of our restaurant opening, we may wish to stay back. Then again, it could be a great opportunity to network for us. What do you think, dear?”

Before you can hear your reply, the world fades back into the familiar lighting of the Mostro Lounge.

-

A groaning Azul is beneath you, having (unfortunately for him) broken your fall.

You utter a quiet ‘sorry!’ as you get off of him, still a bit flustered from your vision.

He gets up, dusting himself off. Thankfully, the two of you are in a rather secluded area of the place, so no one was there to witness your embarrassment.

Azul can no longer maintain the facade of kind gentleman as he turns back to you, voice dripping with passive aggressiveness.

“I would prefer if you refrained from touching me in the future. Thank you.”

With that, he gets up and leaves. You shake your head - how could there possibly be any timeline where you’ve married him?

iv. jaded jewels shine, awaken from slumber; jamil viper

While helping out with the VDC, you’ve had time to get close to Jamil. Much closer, in fact, than with any of the others you’ve had visions of before. Now you’ve avoided touching him for a whole other reason - you’re scared you won’t have a vision.

Spending time with Jamil has made you realize things you’d never thought about him before - his handsomeness, intelligence, and talent. You’ve developed a bit of a crush on him, considering how much you admire him.

However, you have no idea how he feels. Jamil has never been one to express his feelings so outwardly, but you can’t get a read on him at all. He’s been polite with you, but he’s treated you basically the same as everyone else.

Your attempts at getting closer to him have been rather unsuccessful - the group is so busy practicing, everyone’s been way too exhausted to really do anything.

You manage to get a moment alone at Ramshackle when the rest of the boys have gone to sleep, and you find Jamil sitting out on the porch alone.

“Hey,” you say. “Mind if I join you?”

Jamil turns to look at you before nodding his head. You take a seat beside him, following his gaze to the stars. The sky is dark but the moon casts a glow on him, making Jamil look beautiful under the light.

“What are you thinking about?”

He hums for a moment before replying, “What I’m always thinking about - how things will just go back to normal again after the end of the VDC.”

You don’t really know what to say; his fears seem inevitable, no matter how much you want to comfort him. “I’m sorry…I can’t understand what it’s like for you, but…what if you could still have some kind of happiness in your life?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…you could still find love?”

“Find love? You think that’s what I care about?” Jamil’s tone is bitter, but his voice never rises. “Sorry, but you’re awfully naive. Things like love won’t make my life better. It’ll only complicate things.”

“I-I understand.”

When your voice shakes, Jamil finally looks up at you, sighing when he spots your watery eyes.

“Prefect, relax. I’m not angry at you. It’s just a frustrating situation for me, I’m sure you know. I don’t have time to think about love. I just need to focus on myself.”

With that, he pats your shoulder before standing up, leaving you alone to stare at the night sky. Jamil hadn’t even realized you were trying to confess to him, and you felt terrible for even trying to bring it up. Of course he wouldn’t be able to think about something like your stupid little crush - you feel so silly for even bringing it up, you should’ve known better since you know all about his circumstances.

It was then you realized - Jamil had touched you for the first time. He touched you and nothing happened.

The first one you’d been seriously interested in, and there seemed to be no future for the two of you.

Was it possible you’d already messed up this timeline, making it impossible for that future with him to occur? The whole thing made your head spin and your heart ache.

v. swept into spotlights, doused in delicacy; vil schoenheit

Vil had been a surprising comfort in the wake of your unrequited crush on Jamil. The two of you had gotten closer after VDC, and Vil had a way of pulling honesty out of you. It had only taken him a couple days of observing your awkwardness to guess at the situation.

He’d been a shoulder to cry on, both literally and figuratively. There’d been a moment when he first pulled you into his arms that you’d wondered - hoped - that he might be a possibility in your future, but alas, no vision. It was a bit disappointing but you knew it was wrong to feel too badly; it would be greedy of you to desire a connection with so many knowing you could only end up with one.

Vil became a friend - someone you could rely on, someone who could make you laugh, and someone who couldn’t break your heart.

Even when you would start to feel something more than platonic for him, you had to push it away. He was certainly gorgeous and talented and perfect…but he wouldn’t be that for you. He couldn’t, apparently, and maybe he wouldn’t want to either.

Vil was more than just a fellow student - he was an actor, a model, a celebrity - someone too far to reach. Even if you had a vision with him, would it matter?

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by Vil’s hand on your cheek, turning your face to get the correct angle to apply your eyeliner; he’d insisted you get dressed up with him and Rook to go out tonight.

“Move onto the bed,” Vil says.

You stand from the chair in front of his vanity and move hesitantly toward his bed. His silky sheets look perfect - you don’t want to ruin them. Looking back at him, Vil rolls his eyes and gently pushes you toward the bed until you lay back.

You’re left staring up at him on your back, while he sits above you, applying the rest of his products on your face. He’s so close to you, his luscious golden hair almost tickles your face. His pretty purple eyes don’t focus on your own, following his makeup brush.

He looks cute like this, concentrating hard to perfect your makeup. He bites his lip gently, drawing your attention to his pretty mouth, shining with the pink gloss he’d applied earlier.

When he leans away to pick up the blush, you mistakenly think he’s finished and try to sit up. At the same time that you rise, Vil turns back to face you. The timing coincides into an accidental and brief meeting of your lips.

It takes a second for you to realize that the dizziness your feel isn’t due to your racing heart, but the sudden appearance of another vision.

-

The lights flash, bright and blinding. The sharp clicks of cameras obnoxiously disrupt the music heard softly on the street from nearby restaurants and clubs.

You’re rushing away with Vil, hand in hand as he pulls you toward a black limo waiting up ahead. You nearly stumble, but Vil is quick to stabilize you.

Once the two of you escape the paparazzi, you’re left sitting side by side in the backseat of the limo, both breathing heavily. Vil gives the driver instructions to return back to his penthouse.

He turns to you. “Are you okay, darling?”

You feel yourself nod in affirmation, taking ahold of his hand again. He squeezes back.

“I’m sorry they’ve ruined another date. I know it’s hard for you not to have much privacy, but it seems no matter what I do, they find us.” He strokes your hand with his thumb.

“It’s okay, Vil. I knew what I was getting into, dating a celebrity and all that.”

He plants a kiss on your cheek. “Still, they shouldn’t bother us. I may be a celebrity, but you aren’t. You deserve privacy.” He sighs gently. “Has this…impacted our previous discussion?”

You look back up at him. You assume based on past visions that he’s much older now, but he’s kept his youthful and gorgeous look. Even now, his purple eyes make your heart flutter embarrassingly.

“Of course not. I want us to have kids together. You’ll be the best dad and protect them from all this. I know it.”

He kisses you on the lips this time just as your vision begins to end.

-

Vil snaps his fingers over you as you come too, rolling his eyes.

“I know my lips are practically intoxicating, but did you really get that worked up over an accidental peck between friends?”

Your face becomes hot at Vil’s statement, embarrassment setting in. He doesn’t know how right he is.

“Ah, sorry. I got…distracted.”

Vil laughs gently. “Why? Thinking of more of my kisses? They’ll cost you~”

When you stammer in response, he just ruffles your hair gently.

“I’m just teasing you.”

You stare at him for a moment before speaking. “I don’t think we can do each other’s makeup platonically anymore.” If it ever was, that is.

Vil rolls his eyes dramatically again.

vi. hidden in shadows, warmth comes in waves; idia shroud

The incident with Vil leaves you even more confused than before. It makes you wonder…if just touching isn’t always enough to have a vision, does that mean a future where you end up with Jamil is still possible? You don’t even want to hope, knowing the heartache he’d unknowingly caused you before.

And Vil…having a vision about him makes this complicated. When it was just lingering thoughts you could push to the side of your mind, your growing infatuation with him was easy to ignore. Actually seeing your future with him, has made your heart swell and ache at the same time.

You don’t exactly choose to become friends with Idia, it just kind of happens. Just like the previous situations where you’d attempted to avoid the star of your latest vision, Idia is someone who seems like a good choice to help you stay away from them. He isn’t good friends with Jamil or Vil (or frankly anyone). Incidentally, the two of you become friends after a small argument over an anime (the only topic that allows Idia to temporarily overcome his social anxiety just to disagree with you), and you begin to hang out occasionally.

The more your old friends hang out with the VDC group, the more you begin to make excuses and go play video games with Idia and Ortho.

It feels strangely easy, spending time with Idia. You never have to pretend, and with your shared interests, conversation comes naturally. Once you’ve spent enough time around him, he feels much more comfortable around you, willing to share his (strong) thoughts and opinions on everything.

Idia is very…different than you would’ve guessed before you knew him well. While he can be rude, you find it more funny than offensive, and it’s pretty fun to banter with him. His room holds small glimpses into his true personality; video games he loves, posters of his favourite characters. His passion for these things is clear as day.

Sitting on Idia’s couch, you’re playing against him and Ortho in Super Smash Bros. Ortho immediately claimed Kirby, proceeding to destroy the both of you multiple times until he emerged as the winner.

Despite the loss, both you and Idia can’t help but smile. Ortho makes a celebratory noise, before turning back to you.

“MC, we are about to encounter another rip in the time continuum,” Ortho says. “I’m so excited, do you think it will finally be my big brother’s turn to earn your love?”

“What?” you and Idia say for different reasons.

“How do you know about that?

“Earn their love??”

“It’s part of my programming to monitor all things involving space and time.”

“Huh. Okay.”

You suppose it’s true, you’ve never really touched Idia before. The two of you got along like best friends; it wasn’t so much of a stretch to say you could end up having a future together. You hadn’t thought about it much, in light of recent events.

“Usually you’re the only one able to see, but since Idia’s here, why don’t I show him too!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Ortho,” Idia says.

“I think it will be good for you, brother! Don’t worry, I’ll give the both of you some privacy to see your future. It’s approaching in three, two-”

When his countdown reaches one, Ortho plops your hand on top of Idia, making your vision fade once again.

-

The Island of Woe is familiar to you by now, after everything that went down with Idia. The architecture remains impersonal; the uniformity of the blank steel walls reminds you of a maze. The thought had unsettled you, the last time you visited.

Strangely enough, you don’t feel that same sense of anxiety and claustrophobia in this vision. You’re strangely calm; it wouldn’t be crazy to assume that exposure and familiarity has dulled these feelings.

The scene is devastatingly unsurprising. You suppose you’d always known what Idia’s future would be; what all his ancestors futures had been. That hadn’t lessened the spark of hope you’d been carrying that perhaps things might turn out differently than he believed.

You had a bad habit of that: false hope for Jamil, false hope for Idia. It didn’t truly do anyone any good, no matter how much you wished it to.

You’re in Idia’s room. Aside from its size and how nice it is, the decor is a clear giveaway. The posters that line the walls aren’t from media you recognize, so it must be future content, but it’s all in line with Idia’s current tastes. You’re happy he has that, at least. You even catch a glimpse of a couple of his old posters from NRC rolled up in his closet. A few pieces even stand out, things that seem much more suited to your taste than his own.

A familiar head of blue hair wanders into the room.

“Hey MC.”

“Hi Idia,” you feel your lips gently pull up in the corners. Despite ‘your’ outward expression in the vision, you feel a small twinge of pain in your chest.

Idia’s entrance into his room (your room?) lets you take a close look at him. Even ten or so years later, it seems he hasn’t been able to rid himself of his eye bags. Even so, you still think he looks nice, his vibrant hair illuminating his pretty face. He’s cute, smiling back at you.

“Sorry I’m back late again. There’s been so many problems with the new system update, even Ortho can’t handle it himself.” Idia’s expression drops a little.

“It’s okay, I know you’re busy.”

Idia comes to sit beside you on the bed, head turning toward you. “Is it though? Stuck down here with me, and I can’t even be by your side half the time. I doubt this is the life you- anyone would dream of.”

“I miss you, of course I do. But I chose this life. I chose you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have.”

The tears well in your eyes before you can stop them, and Idia’s panic only rises once he notices.

“Gah!! No, MC, please don’t cry. I didn’t mean it like that. Sevens, I’m so stupid.” Idia awkwardly pulls you into his arms, and you begin wipe your tears onto his shoulder as you settle down.

“Sorry, I-I don’t know what came over me,” you sniffle.

“Don’t apologize, it was my fault. I don’t know why, every time I try to tell you how I feel, it always just comes out wrong. I try to tell you that I love you, that you deserve better than to be stuck here with me, and it comes out like that.”

“Idia…I know what you meant, it just took me by surprise to hear those words.”

“Loving you is supposed to be the one thing I can do to make your life here better, and I can’t even do it right.”

“Says who? Don’t you think I should be the judge of that?”

“I made you cry, MC! Something is wrong with me…”Idia’s cheeks flush pink as he stares at his feet.

You want to comfort him, to tell him that it doesn’t matter, but you quickly feel yourself being pulled away. You’ve never wished more than to have a few more moments in a vision.

-

The room remains silent for a minute after the vision ends, the both of you trying to process what had happened.

“Idia…” you say, trying to bridge the gap between you, but not exactly knowing how.

“Maybe- I uh - maybe you should leave?” Idia says sheepishly.

“Leave? What did I do?” you say, feeling a bit hurt by his suddenly rejection.

“Nothing! I just- I’m sorry, I need some time. I can’t speak right now, I need to be alone.” Idia is clearly panicked, so you follow his brother to the exit.

“Sorry, MC,” Ortho says, opening the door for you. “Sometimes Idia gets overwhelmed in situations like this. Please, give him time and…please don’t give up on him like everyone else does.”

vii. sun and moon, forever in orbit; malleus draconia

You’ve known Malleus as long as you’ve known Riddle, but despite your blooming friendship, you’ve never had the chance to touch him before. The fae always seemed to prefer to keep his distance when visiting you at Ramshackle; close enough to talk, too far to touch.

That all changes when you finally agree to join the gargoyle studies club. It’s not as though you’d purposefully avoided it before, there’d just always been too much going on to really think about joining any of the clubs.

With Idia shutting you out, you were in dire need of a new hobby that would allow you to finally avoid thinking about what had gone down with him in the days before.

When Malleus finally strolls by Ramshackle again, you’re able to inform him of your intention to join his club.

It’s a remarkable thing, having stunned the fae prince into momentary silence at your request. He furrows his brow before replying.

“I do hope you aren’t making a joke at my expense, prefect. That would be rather cruel of you.”

You wave away his words, telling him that you’re entirely serious. He looks you up and down for a moment before a playful grin pulls at his lips.

“I suppose I will see you in our meeting on thursday, then. Please, don’t be late. We have much to see.”

-

Weekly meetings become bi-weekly, and soon you’re meeting up with Malleus almost daily. Since it’s only the two of you in the club, you take certain liberties when it comes to subject matter. You agree to let Malleus show you some ruins and he, in turn, agrees to watch the bachelor with you.

You don’t even like the show, but Malleus’ reactions are the real entertainment. He’s surprisingly sassy and opinionated about all the drama, although he tends to get confused on ‘human customs’ as he so puts it.

“Why won’t he make a choice? It’s clear who he truly desires,” Malleus asks one day, sitting on Ramshackle’s beat up couch as you watch the reality show together on your laptop.

“I don’t know, the guys on this show are always like this. They want to keep around as many options as possible until they’re forced to choose,” you mumble, mouth full of popcorn.

“Human men are fickle.”

You laugh. “Fae aren’t?”

He takes a moment to answer. “Some. Not dragon fae. Once we choose a person to love, we give everything to them, and expect the same in return.”

You don’t know how to reply to that, so you turn back to the screen. Throughout the rest of the episode, you can feel Malleus’ gaze flicker between yourself and the show, not fully invested like you are.

-

You’re not oblivious to his hints. It’s clear that things between you are become more than friendly, but it’s difficult to know how you feel about it.

On one hand, Malleus has always felt strangely charming to you, despite how he often came off to others. There was something about him, or perhaps just the sum of his parts that came together perfectly to make him into a wonderful being.

Spending time together and getting close felt nice, but you were far too used to this pattern to not feel worried about some kind of impending doom. It seemed every time you had a nice friendship, things would fall apart as soon as you found out about your future together.

Even when pleasant, the strangeness of the experience makes it uncomfortable to be around them again. You’ve felt bad avoiding your friends, but there isn’t much you can do to change your feelings.

Even worse - what if your vision with Malleus isn’t positive? After what you saw with Idia, the fear lingers in your mind.

Once you opened the gate, questions begun to flood your brain. What would a future be like with Malleus? Would that even be possible? Would you be his consort? Would a relationship between a human and fae be accepted? Would you be able to handle it? The anxieties were endless.

You think about telling him about everything. About Riddle, Leona…but how would he react? You tell yourself that it’s better if he doesn’t know. At least not until after.

He’s the first one you touch on purpose; you have to know.

A casual stroll around Ramshackle leads to the purposeful brushing of fingers, and you’re pulled into a familiar haze.

-

You’ve never been to Briar Valley, but you know with certainty that your vision takes place there.

The hall you sit in is long, gold trims running along the walls. The black dragon heraldry mounted above the fireplace at the end of the room looks more expensive than anything you’ve seen in your life.

Two wide doors swing open, and Malleus finally enters the room. He isn’t alone.

A small black shape zooms past his legs, plopping itself in front of you.

“Daddy and I picked you flowers from the garden!”

The blur isn’t some shadow, but instead a small child. Five or six, if you had to guess. If her words didn’t give away her parentage, the small, stubby horns peaking out from the top of her head of dark hair certainly told you this was Malleus’ daughter.

“Thank you, sweetie.” You smile at her, taking the flowers she drops in your hand. There’s still some dirt and roots attached, but she’s so adorable, you truly don’t mind.

“Can Uncle Silver take me horseback ridding today?” she asks you. “Daddy said it’s okay with him if it’s okay with you.” She blinks at you sweetly.

“Alright, I suppose. Just be careful, dear,” you reply.

“I have the best parents in all the kingdoms!” she shouted, running along to her chambers to get ready, leaving only you in Malleus in the room.

“She’s so lively today,” you comment, looking up at him.

“Indeed,” he replies, coming to rest beside you. “You look beautiful, my love.”

“And you, my king.”

The two of you share a kiss. It’s all so - dizzying. It’s not unexpected to have a child with Malleus - you had one with Riddle, but this is different. This child is older, she knows you, she feels so real.

He pulls away to smile at you. “I have a gift for you.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“Need there be one for me to celebrate my wonderful spouse?”

“I suppose not. Thank you, Malleus. No matter how many gifts you give, I will treasure them all.”

He pulls out a box from his pocket, asking you to turn around. You feel him guide a cold band around your neck, clasping it in the back. He then places a small, handheld mirror in your hands, urging you to look.

The necklace he’s given you is beyond stunning. It’s silver, with a dazzling gemstone in the middle. You don’t even want to ponder how much it must’ve cost.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

It’s strange - seeing yourself much older when Malleus looks the same. It unsettles you more than you’d like to admit. It’s one thing to know you’ll age at different rates and another to see it with your own eyes.

This must be something on your mind in the future as well, because of the next thing you decide to ask Malleus.

“Will I see her grow up? For me, it feels like she’s been young forever. I love it and yet…I want to see more of her life than just this.”

He doesn’t ask who you’re referring to. “You will. You’ll see most. I was practicing mature by my eighty-first birthday.”

You sigh. “I may not even get that far. I’m healthy now, but who knows. The curses of being human…”

He tilts your chin to face him. “It is not a curse to me, my love. I chose you, and I would again.”

There’s infinitely more to discuss, but you already feel yourself slipping away.

-

You come to from the vision mid walk. Malleus is unaffected, seemingly still in the middle of one of his explanations behind the rich history of one of gargoyles you’d just passed by.

When he notices your silence and turns to ask if you’re alright, you have no response for him.

It seems almost selfish, for you to choose him. Why- why did there need to be so many things wrong? Why did you have to be human, to pain him and your future children by leaving them behind so early?

The joy and the pain - would it all truly be worth it? Or would it be better for it to have never happened?

Malleus looks at you with concern, wiping the tears suddenly cascading down your cheeks.

“What’s wrong, my child of man?”

Everything and nothing, you want to tell him.

viii. all things end, all that we intend; conclusion

Seven beautiful souls, all potential endings. Every future you glimpsed has it’s own charms, and it’s own poisons.

Which future will you choose? One of them? Or perhaps…another?

#thank you for coming back to me

—where you woke up after being unconscious for a long time

CHARACTERS. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

THEMES. hurt with comfort, more fluff than angst

WARNINGS. huge implication of being in comatose

NOTES. hello! this is a little late because it got longer than i anticipated i hope you will like this one! this is just an idea that i came up with before and listed it in my checklist so i hope that i was able to do it with justice! i’m officially out of my break now so i’ll try to post one daily (if not every other day~) so yep hello again!

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ALBEDO had rarely gone home before. But now, he was always in Mondstadt and the Church, where you were being taken care of by the Sisters while he momentarily leaves and comes back soon anyway. Word got around soon that his lover, you, had unfortunately fell ill and couldn’t wake up. So that’s why the genius Alchemist had gone down from the cold paths to his laboratory on the freezing mountain, everybody thought. They rarely see his face in the streets and now, they would frequently see him on a daily, carrying a bunch of flowers neatly wrapped in a bouquet on one hand while the other holds a sketch book.

When you woke up, he was beside you. There was a distant look on his eyes as his gaze was focused on one of the windows, looking afar outside. The light of the sun draped over his beautiful face, hair messily styled as usual. Everything was silent until he turned back to your form and his eyes met you. You could see the way they widened ever so slightly before it softened when he smiled, prompting himself to stand and walk by your side. He traces his hand on the side of your face and you could barely let out a few words, breath taken away by his appearance. What you didn’t know, he was feeling the same way.

“You had your beauty sleep for far too long, darling, but I know you’d come back to me.”

CHILDE is a mess. Ah, how did this come to be? He already went and gave revenge for you, but why are you still not awake? The wait is slowly eating him up from the inside; bags under his tired eyes, hair even messier than usual, shoulders slumped over, his confidence completely dropped down to a notch. He had gone sloppier, his subordinates would whisper around—always making the job quicker, taking care of it by himself as to be able to go home with you faster. Poor lord harbinger, they’d say, and he'd usually hear them. It didn’t help.

When you woke up, he wasn’t there, but one of his subordinates was. Nadia panicked when she saw your state and immediately called the others, hearing her shout that they should call Dr. Baizhu and their boss, Childe. He was the only one you saw despite the doctors and nurses that entered the room, appearance looking more disheveled than usual.

“What… happened…?” you tried to ask him but he only smiled and reached for the hand that you raised to attempt touching his cheeks, kissing it and holding it tight with both his hands.

“Don’t worry about me, baby, I’m just glad you’re awake now.”

DILUC rarely goes out on his night rounds anymore. He made sure that he hired the best doctors for you and he let the maids take care of you whilst he was momentarily away. Even they will sense the new schedule that their young master circled on the past few months. It was then that they truly witnessed how much he loves you.

When you came to be, it was one of the maids who stopped by that you saw first. You were already sitting on the bed, gazing out at the window and letting the sunlight bathe you gently. Moments later, doctors came and it took awhile for him to come home. He was out at that time but it was a good thing he was on his way home when Elzer came running and told him the news.

He was already reaching out to you as the others gave the two of you a moment to spend some time together. An overwhelming surge of joy came to him that he couldn’t stop himself from kissing the crown of your head and pulling them to his chest, cradling you ever so gently.

“Thank you, thank you for coming back, love.”

GOROU saw you as his peace. Whenever he seeks to take a rest and have a moment of silence, he visits you on Watatsumi Island, where the Divine Priestess herself promised to have you greatly taken care of.

By the time he entered the room, he was surprised to see you already speaking to Kokomi, who briefly smiled at him and stood up to walk out of the room and leave the two of you behind. When she was gone, he was frozen in place for the meantime until you held out your arms, “Are you not going to hug me, cutie?”

There were tears in the corner of his eyes but with a call of your name, he was already buried in your chest for you to see them, arms clenched tightly on your waist, carried away by emotions.

He said no more words as you played with his ears and he leaned his head more into your touch, clearly missing the way it was before. And now, you had came back and his sense of peace only increased.

From afar, KAEYA looks really fine. He acts and works as he would before and will always say that he’s alright. The pitiful stares, however, it’s getting to him. He didn’t like them, but he could do nothing else but pretend that everything is okay—he is okay. He drifts off into Angel’s Share often, stays overtime more, volunteers in more missions, just to get his mind off of things.

And when you woke up, he was racing back to the Church as fast as he could. It had been awhile since he visited you, and he felt embarrassed by it.

“I’m sorry,” were his first words, letting you embrace him as he hid his face on your side, but nonetheless wrapping his arms on your waist. And as you whispered to him affirmations that everything was going to be okay, the tension in his muscles relaxed and there, what he appeared to be these past few months all came true because of you.

KAZUHA never left your side ever since. Beidou lets him nurse you and also visits you frequently when she can. He receives pay from her even if he wasn’t in the Crew for awhile and he’s grateful for her. He dedicates himself in another undemanding side job and in taking care of you daily. He makes sure he makes haiku and poems for you and he’s in the room with you while he’s in the process of making them, reading and thinking aloud for you to hear his voice.

When you woke up, it wasn’t a surprise for him, but it surely made his heart swell in joy. Leaning on to you to press a kiss on your cheek, he says, “The gods might have heard my prayers, and I knew you’d hear me as well, dove.”

SCARAMOUCHE is snappier than usual, his subordinates would complain. Yet, there is only one time and place when and where he’d be silent and be in peace—your house.

He actually brought a home for you when you fell into a coma, for you to rest on and for him to visit. He of course did not tell this to anyone not because he was ashamed of his actions, but because it was for your safety. If any of his enemies come and inflict any sort of harm to you, he would never forgive them.

He only has his few, selected and trusted lackeys there so he has no need to worry. When he received the news that you woke up, he was immediately up and about, going straight to where the house was.

To say that you were surprised was an understatement for not only did you get to know that he brought the house himself for the both of you but when he came bursting in the door to your room, he immediately went straight to you and embraced you; both arms wrapped protectively around you, the side of your head on his chest, where you could hear his heart pounding in probably the rush of going here.

“Who told you you could do that?” he begins to rant, but despite his words, his tone was of the opposite, “You’re so selfish when you want to be. Why…” he sighs, pulling you away gently and leaning down with his fingers on your chin, landing a soft kiss on your lips, his gaze far different than his usual ones, “Don’t ever make me worry like that again, understood?”

THOMA hopes for a miracle. Everyday, each and every second that passes is a moment without your smile; your laugh; your voice, he misses them. He does everything in a breeze, silently waiting for your return. And even if it turned days to weeks, weeks turned to months, and even after a year, he waited.

Until that day came.

He was doing his daily duties as usual, running around Ritou only for Ayaka herself came and told the news, which he immediately left what he was doing and went back to where you were in the Kamisato Estate, where the Kamisato’s themselves promised to take care of you whilst you were in your unconscious state.

He took one long breath before sliding the door to your room open, making eye contact with you as soon as he did so.

Your smile welcomed him, and he couldn’t stop himself as he went and embraced you. Even with his surge of emotions, he was careful in his touch, still unbelieving that you were back and okay.

“Thank you for never letting go, I knew you wouldn’t. I… Thank you, just-” you pull him away only enough for you to peck him on his lips, effectively shutting him up and for you two to embrace each other even more.

VENTI visits you frequently with a smile on his face. He’d be carrying his lyre, a bunch of apples, and maybe even Cecilias that he carefully picked—a present for you, he’d say. He spends most of his day with you and only goes out when he would want to take something home for you. He had gotten used to it, even if it sounds absurd even in his mind.

“Windblume~ I’m here!” he’d chirp, used to hearing silence afterwards, only for you to call back like you would usually back then at your home.

He sprints off to your bed and you could see the tears on the corner of his eyes, throwing himself to your waist and sobbing, which prompted you to also do the same.

“You came back! I knew you would! I… I was second guessing earlier and I…”

“Shhh…” you held him up with his cheeks and kissed his forehead, smiling assuringly at him, “I’m back now, I won’t leave you ever again.”

XIAO had lost all hope. Even if he consented having to wait for you to wake up after that night of being attacked, he knew in himself that he shouldn’t believe in the false hope that you would.

He took his mind off of ‘unnecessary worries’ and was usually out to slay demons on his own. His fellow Adepti and Verr Goldet herself was worried about him for how he was acting so detached with you, but when you finally woke up, Verr tells you to call for his name and he was there in an instant.

He stood frozen afar from you for a long time, fingers gripping tightly on the pole of his spear until it vanishes into thin air, his whole body easing up at the same time.

He looked at the ground as he walked slowly towards you, only to sit on the side of the bed and facing away from you, looking shameful.

“Xiao? Wha-” however before you could continue what to say, he was reaching for your hand, both of his gloved hands cradling your own. You were silent as he places soft kisses on each of your knuckles before he bows and presses them on his forehead, still holding onto them as gently as possible.

“I… I thought I lost you,” he says, slightly muffled with the way he was positioned, “Thank you… Thank you for coming back to me.”

ZHONGLI lived like you were still there with him. He willed himself to talk to you even as you were asleep—‘asleep,’ he’d think, pushing all negative thoughts behind. It’s much easier this way, he believes.

And as he was in the middle of telling a story to you, just as he usually would, your eyes were fluttering open. Of course, he immediately stops and sits upright, only leaning a bit to place a hand on yours, letting his warmth somehow get to you.

He was known to be a calm man, and he was the whole time that you were coming to be—keeping as calm as possible.

“Welcome back, darling,” he sits beside your form and carefully reaches out to the side of your face, “do you want me to brew you your favorite tea?”

When you shook your head, he only smiled and nodded, leaning in to press a gentle but long kiss on your forehead. “I’m grateful that you came back. I missed you dearly.”

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"Hey 'Samu. What's up?"

"Sorry ta bother ya Sunarin, I know yer packin' but yer roommate had a stressful day and is uh," Osamu clears his throat, "not safe ta get home. I'd drive but my car's-"

"In the shop, I know." Suna sighs and there's a soft jingle of keys. "I'll be there soon."

Osamu clears the bottles of sake off the counter cleaning around your slumped, sleeping form. He softly nudges you. "Sunarin's on his way ta get ya home."

You whimper pathetically, words slurring, "i'snot gonna be his homemuch longer."

Osamu feels a pang of his own pain.

It was bittersweet, his best friend being recruited by a division one team. He was mostly overjoyed and proud, knowing how long Suna had been playing volleyball, but a small part of him hurt because it meant his best friend moving away.

He knows Suna's always going to be his best friend so the distance won't damage their friendship but you...

His employee, the first one he hired who's been working for and with him since the beginning

Who got to know Suna from his frequent visits and became friends, accepting the spare room he offered when your old lease was up...

You don't have that history with Suna. Though you celebrated with him just as hard as Osamu, the part that hurts over him leaving is much larger.

After a few nasty customers today Osamu offered you a drink as you closed up. It quickly escalated as you poured your heart out and swore him to secrecy at the same time.

Osamu lets Suna in when he knocks and watches the middle blocker help you to your feet, draping one of your arms over his shoulders as he wraps one of his around your waist.

"What's gonna happen when you leave? Osamu asks quietly.

Suna snorts. "You're gonna need a bedroll in the office."

Osamu shakes his head. "No, Rin." He motions to you with his chin. "What happens...when you leave?"

Suna searches his friend's expression, not answering.

Osamu holds the door and keeps his promise, keeps your secret, but simply offers. "I think ya need ta talk about it."

Suna tucks you into the front seat, Osamu's words replaying in his head as he drives home, you slumped against the door in sleep.

"Suna!" You jump. "You scared me, I didn't see you there." You try to laugh it off, the surprise of finding him standing in the dark as you take out Onigiri Miya's trash, but you're clutching your chest. He can see through your false bravado. "What uh...what's up? Why are you standing out here like a creep?"

"I...got drafted."

You raise your brow and smirk. "What by the army?"

Normally he'd quip back but his heads spinning too much. "No. By EJP Raijon."

"Oh." Your expression clears in shock. "Oh damn, like drafted, drafted."

"Yeah." He shifts his gym bag.

"We'll that's, that's great right? That's what you were hoping for!"

"I guess." He shrugs.

"Tch, what do you mean you guess!" You grab his arm and drag him inside announcing to the whole restaurant that your roommate was going to play professional volleyball.

After one too many jokes that night about having to find a new roommate he started to get frustrated but when he asks "is that all you think of me? Your roommate?"

You stutter.

He'll never admit that his heart stopped beating in the few seconds it took you to answer.

"N-No, you're my f-you're my friend." You blink owlishly under his gaze and he wonders what else he could have been searching for.

Nothing.

Nothing happens, he already knows nothing happens when he leaves.

He helps you into the apartment and you robotically leave your shoes by the door and shuffle past the kitchen but you don't go to your room.

Eyes closed you sleepwalk into his room.

He quickly kicks his shoes off and chases after you with a gentle call of your name but you pull out of his grasp.

"Leavemelone Samu," you groan. "Jus lemme go tobed."

"I'm trying but this isn't your bed," he protests handling you far more patiently than he would anyone else.

Your features crumple like you're going to cry and you're still slipping out of his hands. "Yesi'is..." Your bottom lip trembles. "Sunasgone Samu, an' imtaking his room."

He stands helplessly in the middle of his own room as you climb into his bed, under his covers and wrap yourself tightly. He sees how you bury your nose in the blanket and inhale.

"Stil'smels like him, too..." You exhale shakily like you're still on the verge of tears. "Imnot gonna tell him he left this either..." Your breathing evens out as you drift. "...I's all I'll have to 'member him..."

Suna feels a strange pain in his chest as he watches your lips slack open.

You stretch, twisting your wrists as you flex your arms straight, and yawn. You slept surprisingly well given the last thing you remember is falling asleep on the counter at Onigiri Miya but your horizontal orientation clearly means you're in bed. And when you open your eyes and take in the piles of moving boxes you realize you're not in your own room.

Cringing in embarrassment you tiptoe out of bed, pausing at the door until you know the apartment's empty, you scurry to the bathroom.

After the longest shower you can stand, you get dressed to find your soon-to-be ex-roommate moving boxes closer to the door.

He regards you with his usual smirk. "Morning sleeping beauty."

There's a rush of heat to your cheeks and you don't know what to do with your hands. "I-I'm so sorry about last night."

"Which part?" He teasingly asks "the part where I had to drive all the way to Onigiri Miya to pick you up or the part where you stole my bed?"

You grimace. "Both."

"Don't worry about it," he chuckles dryly.

"Do you want any help?" you offer, doubting your ability to actually be helpful to a professional athlete and he smirks, thinking the same thing.

"Nah, I'm good." He goes back to his room and looks around, patting his pockets, before picking up the last box and adding it to the stack by the door. "The mover's are parking now."

You nod and try to stay out of the way as his things are moved out. As the last box is taken he goes back to his room and brings out a small cardboard box.

"Here."

Your brow dips as he hands the box to you. "What's this?"

He shrugs, dropping his keys on the counter for you. "Just a small going-away present."

"Oh, but I don't have..." Your words fade when he shakes his head.

"I'm good." He holds your gaze in his strange quiet intensity. "Take care of yourself."

"You-You too, Rin."

With the box in your arms you don't have to overthink giving him a hug versus a handshake or something equally awkward. He just waves once, leaves,

And you're alone.

Still holding the box you numbly shuffle into his room, taking in the vast emptiness from corner to corner.

Outside the moving truck rumbles, loudly at first until it drives off, leaving you in quiet.

You slowly sit down on Suna's bare floor and let yourself cry. You're going to miss the movie nights, shared meals, incessant jokes...

You're going to miss your old roommate...but he was never just your roommate, was he? From the moment he walked into Onigiri Miya you had been in love. And becoming his roommate, seeing him walk from the bathroom to his bedroom in just a towel, the way he would leave a cup of coffee on the counter for you in the mornings...only made you fall harder. Fall deeper.

But he was out of your league and your boss's best friend...so you never wanted to risk what you had.

Wiping tears and snot from your face you open the box, the sight of his blanket sending another wave of tears crashing down.

You pull it out and wrap it around yourself, crying harder, as a letter with your name in his scrappy writing falls out.

Hands shaking you pick it up and read:

I'm in love with you. I've loved you for a long time and was hoping you'd ask me to stay but you'd never do that, would you? Because you're a good person who supports me but I can tell you with 100% certainty that if the roles were reversed I wouldn't do the same for you.

You unfold the paper and something extra falls out. You absentmindedly lift it up as you read the end:

I know I'm moving and all but...I'm still gonna need a roommate....

Speechlessly you look at the extra thing, heart racing as you see it's an airline voucher.

...And I'd like that to be you.

haikyuu characters when they hear you crying in the shower

a/n: was sobbing in the shower today i’m pretty sure my neighbors heard me! lol anyways a hug from tendou would hit so different rn :(

bursts into the bathroom and hops into the shower with his clothes still on and comforts you. pulls you flush against his chest, his wet t-shirt sticking against his skin and yours, and while gently rubbing his thumb against the crown of your head, he whispers, “it’s okay, love. i’m here, i gotcha.”

atsumu, BOKUTO, oikawa, hinata, TENDOU, nishinoya, kuroo, lev, hoshiumi, koganegawa

opens the bathroom door and sits on the countertop, keeping you company. asks you about what’s bothering you, being patient with you and allowing you time to collect your thoughts and never pushing you to share more than what you’re comfortable with. “what’s wrong, sweetheart? you know you could always tell me anything.”

SUGAWARA, osamu, suna, iwaizumi, TANAKA, matsukawa, hanamaki, hirugami

gives you time and space to get all your emotions out, but as soon as you exit the bathroom door, he pulls you into a tight hug, squeezing your shoulders between his muscular arms. he plants soft kisses on your forehead before leading you to the bedroom. a cuddle session ensues and he gently asks, “i heard you crying in the shower, angel. tell me, what’s on your mind?”

ushijima, DAICHI, kita, aran, yamaguchi, AKAASHI, goshiki, komori, meian

doesn’t ask you about it at all because he figures that you might grow embarrassed if he did. but that doesn’t mean he cares any less— he spends the next day taking extra good care of you, cooking you your favorite food for dinner, bringing home a bouquet of flowers after work, cuddling with you on the couch while a movie plays. and as the end credits roll, he’ll whisper against your half-asleep body, “you are so loved. don’t you ever forget that.”

kenma, tsukishima, SAKUSA, kageyama, asahi, KYOTANI, semi, aone

:))

surprising your long distance boyfriend

feat. Osamu, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Bokuto

♡ a/n: based off couch boy slander tiktok

OSAMU

You found yourself getting more and more nervous as you moved up in line. Of course you were excited to see your boyfriend after what seemed like forever- but your heart was still pounding.

The hoodie you were did a sufficient job at enveloping you, hiding your facial features. If you kept your head down, then Osamu wouldn’t be able to recognize you when you ordered food.

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request: y/n and suna come back from an event that went on too long and she’s too tired to do her skincare and change so he does it for her? i love seeing the pinterest couple pics where the girl is sitting on the counter and he’s brushing her teeth and washing her face for her 💗💗 ty so much for your consideration 🥰

suna rintaro • love sick

“wait just a second, princess.” suna instructed you, his right hand opening his car door as he spoke.

you halted your movements, pausing the action of unbuckling your seatbelt out of obedience for him. you already assumed what he was going to do, it was a unwritten rule of his every time the two of you went out.

your hands tuckered back into your lap as you watched him exit the car, catching him sending a wink your way as he shut the driver door, leaving you alone in the warm interior as he jogged around the front of the car, nearly slipping on ice ungracefully.

you let out a worried yelp at the slip of his foot, but was soon relieved when he grinned at you as a way of reassurance.

“jesus.” you mumbled to yourself, nearly having a heart attack just then.

rintaro walked it off like nothing had happened, smoothly recomposing himself for your view only. if it wasn’t for the freezing temperatures, you would have been able to notice the bright blush on his cheeks from embarrassment. but he played himself off well, as usual.

when he got to your side of the car, he hesitated slightly before opening the door. it would be cold out here for you, and you were exhausted, nearly spent already from socializing all night with friends. the sudden, harsh winter air would make you displeased and shivering for a few fleeting moments before entering the house, and suna just couldn’t have that.

he couldn’t have his precious princess be cold for any more than a millisecond or else he’s be very disappointed within himself.

deciding what his solution would be, he help up one finger at you through the window, signaling for you to be patient for one moment and he’d explain the change of plans later.

“what?” you questioned him, but he could only read your lips through the thick glass.

“one minute, baby. i’m going to go do something really quickly, hold on.” he halfheartedly explained.

you understood what you needed to in order to ask no more questions— both exhausted and lack of communication being a result.

your eyes followed him as he walked to the front door of your shared home, unlocking it and entering the house before shutting the door behind him after blowing you a gentle kiss for good measure, a way of telling you that everything is okay and he’ll be back shortly.

you sat back in the seat tiredly, the heated interior keeping you in a nice warm hug while you waited for him.

after only a few fleeting moments, you had forgotten about rintaro and found yourself falling into a soft slumber.

“c’mon, sweet girl, let’s get you inside.”

you awoke slightly when strong arms wrapped around your body, closely holding you tightly to his chest to secure and comfort you as he lifted you carefully out of the car, nudging the door closed with his knee once your were fully outside and safe in his arms.

“rinnie?” you sleepily mumbled, your eyes still closed gently as you called out to him.

he glanced down at you as he began to walk up the driveway, a small smile on his face at your sleepy state.

“yes, princess?”

“are we in bed, yet?”

he chuckled, causing his chest to rumble and you to whine at the vibrations against your body.

“not yet, special one. i’m carrying you inside— you fell asleep in the car.” he answered as he walked into the warm house, you wrapped in blanket in tow.

you stirred slightly at the change of lighting, the dark night sky in contrast to the warm yellow light the living room lamp provided becoming noticeable to you.

your eye were still shut, too tired to open them and welcome light in as you stayed bundled in your boyfriend’s arms.

“gonna have to set you on the couch, okay, pretty girl? i have to take our shoes off.” suna explained, his voice soft as he spoke at you, his eyes taking in your resting face.

you tiredly mumbled a barely coherent ‘yes’ in response, your cute cozy voice causing rintaro’s heart to swell and his stomach to warm up in pure happiness.

how he got to lucky with you was beyond him, but he wouldn’t trade you for the world. every little quirk of your’s had him tripping over his two feet in adoration, much to your disbelief. he didn’t care if you believed him though, because he could feel it in his bones the each centimeter of you was beautiful— especially now as you drool sleepyly in his arms.

he walked a few feet in front him, stopping to crouch down and ever so gently set you down on the velvet couch he had bought a few months prior as a anniversary present. your previous couch had been stained by your newly potty trained puppy and you were heartbroken over it, but as always, suna knew just what to do to cheer his princess up once more.

the feeling of a soft cushion cradling your head had you nuzzling into the feeling, rubbing your flushed cheek against a throw pillow that suna placed there for under your head before lying you down.

a few moments passed before you were scooped up carefully again, your favorite blanket wrapped cozyly around you, granting you infinite warmth.

“alright, princess. now it’s time for bed.” he sighed, relieved.

you were too tired to understand much, only the nickname kissing your ears like a song. but, you trusted that rintaro would do whatever was in your best interest no matter how sleepy you were.

he made his way to the bedroom, continuing to carry you effortlessly throughout the house as you slept peacefully in his arms. he often glanced down at you, finding a small proud smile on his face as he did so.

you were everything to him, nothing else mattered when he was around you. his only focus in those moments were taking the best care of you that he could and making sure you were safe and happy. all of which you seemed to be in this moment.

rintaro watched you thrive tonight as you spoke to all of your friends at the holiday party, and he couldn’t have been seen happier in the corner. his face held a grin all night, a proud smile he wore for everyone to see as they passed him by. the other guests probably assumed that he was one of two things: either high or just had the best sex of his life— but he wasn’t even close to their unclean thoughts. suna rintaro was lovesick, so lovesick that you surrounded his whole night— even on the rare occasion that you were out of his protective sight. you occupied his thoughts every minute, the way you spoke to everyone with such kindness and consideration, the way you let some of them cut you off mid sentence but were careful to bite back if someone off hand was said, the way you gave him sweet reassuring glances every two minutes to make sure he was having a good time and welcome to join your conversation whenever, the way you blew him kisses when you passed by him to go into another room— everything about the way you glew at that engagement party had suna feeling like a hopeless romantic.

as he neared the bedroom, only being two steps away from it, you stirred slightly causing him to gently stop momentarily to check on you. this allowed him to also use this as an opportunity to admire your unconscious state.

‘a true sleeping beauty’ he thought to himself.

your eyes were relaxed, an eyelid delicately draped over them like a blanket.

your mouth was open slightly, leaking drool that pooled in the corner of your mouth. the same mouth the suna kissed every morning and night, and dreamed of stealing more when he couldn’t.

but, as he stared down at you, he noticed how dolled up you still were. you still had your makeup on, a tad but smudged but there and your hair was neater than usual.

“fuck.” he whispered under his breath in realization.

the bathroom wasn’t too far from where he was now, just a few feet behind him, but he didn’t want to move too much in fear of waking the sleeping princess. but, he could manage.

carefully, he turned around as smoothly he could without swinging you around in his arms, his sockclad feet skillfully shifting with little to no motion beyond his torso. glancing down at you, suna nearly sighed in relief to find you still sound asleep.

he confidently but carefully took a few steps before making his way to the bathroom.

“rinnie?” you mumbled dreamily.

his heart almost stopped, had not been gently enough?

“yes, princess?”

you opened your eyes, blinking up at him sleepily.

“i still have my dress on and it’s uncomfy.” you whined softly.

he smiled at your cuteness but sympathized with your uncomfortable feeling.

“i know, sweetheart. i’m going to take you into here and get you all cleaned up and ready for bed, okay?”

you pouted but nodded slowly, dreading having to wake soon to get unready.

———

after a few minutes of unexplained moment, you finally opened your eyes to find suna looking down at you as he cradled you in his arms. you quickly recognized that he was standing in your shared bathroom, the familiar dim light of the mirror giving it away.

“hey, beautiful. i have to wash your pretty face off, okay? you have makeup on.” he softly explained when confusion flashed your face.

“oh.”

he smiled and nodded in agreement before leaning over and eventually attempting to sit you up on the counter. little to no words were exchanged between you two as you repositioned, the action being understood by you quickly.

he reached behind your right side, sliding your cleanser forward before giving your nose a soft kiss.

“wait,” you interjected. “i need the makeup remover first before the cleanser…” you corrected.

he nodded understandingly, murmuring a quick ‘thank you, baby’ in return before correcting his almost mistake by placing the larger bottle of micellar water from near the light switch, next to the cleanser.

“this stuff?”

you hummed in agreement, a sleepy haze coating your eyes as he glanced back at you, taking note of how beat you looked. he’ll be sure to get you all nice and tucked in when the two of you finally lay down for the night, the best princess burrito he could muster.

rintaro leaned over closer to you, his strong scent filling the empty air between the two of you causing you to wake slightly but not enough to pull you out of your dozed off state. you’re eyes were open but you had zoned out within the few silent moments, brain foggy and peaceful. his catlike eyes narrowed at you, enjoying the beautiful sight of you so serene. it was like you were an enchantress, your beauty lit up his whole soul, opening him up with light and covering all of his shadowy spots with your glow.

“you’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” he mumbled. “all mine too.”

your lashes fluttered shut, a carelessly swift motion that sent suna’s heart on fire.

“tired.” you groggily mumbled.

“i know, sweet girl. let’s get you all cleaned up, yeah?”

he briefly caressed your hair lovingly before turning the faucet on and squirting a pump of face wash into his open hand.

“one or two pumps?”

you hummed out your answer, a low effort attempt to answer him.

“what was that, princess? gonna have to speak up for me.”

“t-two.”

he obliged, dispensing another glop and lathering it to foam under the running water.

“now, you’re gonna have to wake up a little more, okay? i’m sorry, babygirl, i know you’re tired.” suna gently sympathized, his large callused hands wet with foamy makeup remover.

you let a light whine pass your lips, frustration and exhaustion bubbling in your chest cavity and threatening to flood the bathroom, taking your beautiful boyfriend with it. but, you obliged; opening your bloodshot eyes and being greeted with the domestic sight.

he stood in front of you now, only about two inches of space left between you. his hands were facing up, arms slightly extended to keep the soap from getting on him or dripping everywhere. rintaro’s eyes watched you intently, awaiting your ‘okay’ to wet your face and wash away the day.

but the only thing you could focus on was the scent that filled the air; suna’s scent. the delightful musk of his cologne mixed with fresh linens and a warm scented candle you lit earlier that day embraced your lungs as you breathed in, causing your heart to warm up and a small content smile to graze your lips.

“what’s that pretty smile for?” rintaro asked, his expression mirroring your own.

“just love you so much. feel like home…”

“i feel like home? or this house feels like home?”

you paused, inhaling the comforting aroma once more. this time his icy cologne overpowered the other smells, giving you a nostalgic feeling and a fond memory of yours clouded your vision.

it was late last june, the third summer you had spent with suna wrapped around your finger and this particular night just proved how true that started was. you were sat on this very counter top, your nightgown stained with the green clay mask that suna sloppily applied on your face. your arms were outstretched in front of you, your fingers gently tracing his face and leaving a thick layer of clay trailing behind them with ever inch of skin you graze. his strong hands rested firmly on your hips, thumbs rubbing the clothed skin lovingly.

“is it supposed to sting? because right now it’s stinging.” rintaro asked, his voice filling the silent bathroom.

you chuckled at his childishness, his pain tolerance low.

“yes, just slightly though— nothing harsh. it means it’s working, as long as it isn’t too bad. is it?” you replied.

he shrugged gently, his hands still firmly placed on your generously loved hips. oh, how much he loved your hips.

“nothing major or irritating. just… different.”

you paused the motions of your hands, focusing your attention on the tranquil expression that graced his face. as if he wasn’t already stunning…

his eyes were rested, gently shut and relaxed as you applied the face mask to his already clear face. whispering promises of relaxation and baby soft skin. he trusted you, allowing you to put whatever you desired on him without question.

“you look so pretty, rinnie.”

he chuckled, slightly flattered but used to your compliments by now.

“i bet you look even prettier, princess. my pretty princess.”

your eyes nearly rolled back in ecstasy at the last statement, your tummy infested with butterflies that had just got a sudden burst of energy. 

“my pretty princess.” you tiredly mumbled, the memory of that beloved night leaking into reality accidentally.

he furrowed his brows at you, confused to say the least but sure you had a good reason behind it… at least he hoped.

“what, dollface?”

“you called me your pretty princess the night we did face masks for the first time. don’t you remember?” you explained, hopeful that the memory was dear to him as well.

you and suna were both very madly in love; truly, deeply in love. so in love that both of your friends were so sick of hearing how much you meant to one another, hearing brag upon brag about how amazing the other was. but the worst wasn’t even in conversation— no, it was the way he spoke to you.

you meant the entire world to him, and he was absolutely sure that there was nothing that trumped you in anything; beauty, intelligence, kindness, affection— all of the traits that rintaro was sure you were the best at. his most fond memories of you were selected carefully, hand picked by himself going off of a system he called love.

anytime he felt like his heart was going burst, or when his palms would pool with sweat out of nerves, or whenever you both did something for the first time together— he would hold those special moments as close to his heart as he manage.

so yes, he did in fact remember the particular night you are reminiscing.

“mhm.” he hummed back. “f’ course i remember, sweetie.”

you smiled tiredly, your eyes hardly open but still trying.

“you called me your pretty princess.” you repeated.

suna’s cheeks tinted pink at the way your voice sounded, as if you were dreaming and he was everything you could ever wanted.

and he was.

“i always call you that.” he deadpanned.

why was that particular name sticking to you? it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for those exact words to slip out of his mouth when addressing you, so why were you so hung up on it now?

“yeah- but this was different. you said it like you meant it-“

“i always mean it. always.” his voice was authoritative, as if he was ordering you gently to correct your thoughts.

like a king, ordering his insecure queen to trust his love, demanding that she change her course of thought before he beheads her.

or at least that’s what your groggy mind concocted.

“but this was the first. the first time that i felt you meant it. i could feel the love and security behind your words, even if there were only three of them.”

rintaro was silent, his rough hands foamy and awaiting your approval to wash away the exhausting party. but, he couldn’t think of that right now. all that filled his lovesick brain was how beautifully romantic your soul was, and how it took everything he ever said to heart.

a few fleeting moments passed as he continued to think, a calm silence building in the air before a cheeky grin spread across his face.

“fuck, i just love you so much. you’re so damn fucking sweet, y’know that? my princess is so goddamn sweet and lovely. i just love you. so so much, baby. don’t ever change, please.” suna rambled, a large smile on his face as he spoke.

he placed a kiss to you lips, quick but enchanting before he finally quirked a brow at you, suggesting that he was ready to get this over with. you nodded, consenting him to clean your makeup off at last.

“wet my face a bit first. it’ll come off easier.” you mumbled.

he hissed out a ‘shit’ before rapidly looking around for a washcloth to wet and gently rub on your face to dampen it as you suggested.

you quickly caught on and told him to just rinse off his hands and pat the wetness onto your face before his hands dried.

“are you sure?”

“yes. it’s not like you’re dirty or anything. i suck on your fingers all the time, i’m sure i won’t get any dirtier from this than that.”

he smirked at the mention of his slender fingers in your mouth, suddenly craving the sight and feeling of it. but, he had enough courtesy to wait until before you drifted off in bed soon.

the action wasn’t sexual when you did it, neither of you saw it that way. it was more of a comfort thing for you, and suna sure did enjoy watching you so content just from suckling on his fingers. his.

with a small sigh of self-dissatisfaction, rintaro reached his hand into the sink and nudged the faucet on with his large ring finger.

“suna?”

he ran his hands under the water as he let out a quite hum.

“would it be okay if you could undress me too?”

“of course, princess. i was going to anyway.”

“really? it wouldn’t be weird?”

he furrowed his brows once more.

“why would it, doll? i’ve seen all of you many times, and i adore it. sexually or not.”

your heart swelled.

“what would i do without you?”

he chuckled as his hands turned clean and wet, taking them out of the running sink to wet your face with them.

“nah, sweetheart. the real question is; what would i do without you? my life would be so meaningless without a pretty princess to take care of. who’s door would i open? who’s food would i cut up? who’s pretty feet would i kiss and rub on?” rintaro questioned, taking a pause to place his warm wet hands on your face.

you sighed at the warmth, the water being the perfect temperature for relaxation. plus, his slender hands felt so comforting on your tired face, allowing your eyes to close at the feeling of your cheeks being caressed by your love.

“i love you so much, rinnie.” you mumbled. “thank you for taking such good care of me all of the time. i-i can’t imagine my life without you.”

he huffed out a adoring laugh, leaning down and giving your nose a gentle kiss.

“the pleasure is all mine, sweet girl.”

lady ragnvindr and klees afternoon out

diluc ragnvindr x reader ft. klee | nothing but fluff | 2.8k +

rest.

your only job today was to rest or at least that was what your husband requested of you. after a few weeks of non stop commissions and helping out with the daily tasks that diluc normally swamps himself with, your body and mind were more than worn out and it didn’t take diluc long to notice or bring up his concern that you’ve been putting too much on your plate and ask that you take some time off to rest.

he found it impossible to tell you no when you had asked to start taking on some tasks around the winery shortly after your marriage and he doesn’t regret it one bit; how could he with such a hard working, admirable wife and partner? but that doesn’t stop him from worrying about you when you overwork yourself and seem to be more tired than he is these days. so today he offered to personally see to your tasks around the winery and bar and made you promise you wouldn’t take up any commissions, all he wanted was for you to rest.

you tried, you really did, but sitting around the winery with nothing to do started to drive you mad. you only lasted a good 2 hours after sleeping in before you found yourself slipping on your boots and starting to make your way to mondstadt. normally you’d be heading into town to help out at the angels share or take up a few commissions but you want to keep your promise to your husband. you have no intention of helping out at the tavern or stopping by the guild, instead you’ll stop by to see blanche and sarah to grab ingredients for a special surprise dinner for you and your love to share.

of course diluc would not consider spending all day in the kitchen preparing and cooking an extravagant meal as ‘resting’ but it also wasn’t work and that’s enough for you to justify it for today. besides, after a few extra hours of sleep you’re feeling much better than yesterday, like you really could go back to work or check off a commission or two without breaking a sweat but you shouldn’t, and to keep you honest in your promise not to work you leave your weapon at home and dress in something casual and comfortable instead of your work attire.

the sun is shining but a gentle cooling wind keeps it from being too hot and the breeze fills your nose with the scent of sweet grapes from the winery, slowly fading the farther you make it from home. your exposed skin soaks up the spring warmth and you’re a little thankful diluc didn’t take no for an answer when you protested that you were fine. if you hadn’t slowed down today how beautiful the day is might have passed you by without you even taking notice. it’s nice to walk at a leisurely pace and enjoy the quiet afternoon, your only wish now is that your beloved was here to enjoy it with you.

your admiration for the afternoon is cut off by a loud explosion coming from behind a thicket of trees not too far from the path. you’re only halfway to springvale but it’s too late to turn back to grab your weapon now. why didn’t you at least grab a small weapon?! you curse yourself thinking about the kunai you know is sitting in your night stand that could have found itself useful right about now. you might have just ignored the noise and moved on with your day, hilichurls are often around this area causing some trouble amongst themselves and that was reasonable enough to look the other way but when you hear the voice of a little girl you know you can’t just walk away, it’s your duty to check it out and help if someone is in need.

you move quietly, sneakily peaking through the trees to try to get a good look without alerting any kind of potential enemy of your presence. you can see the hilichurl camp in the distance, there are a few the explosion woke up that are wandering the outskirts of the camp curiously but the smoke is not coming in that direction and there are no enemies in the direction the gray cloud is coming from, though what- or more so who is beyond the smoke is not particularly harmless or defenseless.

“klee, what are you doing out here by yourself?” you ask, coming out from behind the trees. you kneel at her side, next to the big hole she dug, or maybe she blew up? you aren’t entirely sure.

“oh- hi!” she looks up at you and smiles big when she remembers who you are. just as quick as her greeting, she turns her attention back to what she was doing and puts a small chest into the ground and starts to push the loose dirt back where it came from..

from behind her she looks a little dirty but her movements are as free as they ever are, a good indication she’s not hurt. but that doesn’t stop you from asking. “are you okay? i heard an explosion a second ago, you didn’t get hurt did you?”

her head shoots up and she turns to you quickly, looking at you with worried, pleading eyes. “please don’t tell master jean! i didn’t hurt anyone or blow up anything but the ground! i promise!”

you can’t help but chuckle. “don’t worry about that, it’s our little secret as long as you’re alright.” as long as she’s not hurt you don’t see the harm in not informing jean. if kaeya can get away with it, so can you.

“i’m fine!” she reassures you and returns to her work, though this time it seems she’s taking the chest back out instead of burying it. “this is the place i test out my dried lizard tails,” she puts the chest in front of you and opens the lid to show you it’s contents. “did you want to see which ones i’ve got to explode?” her eyes gleam at the thought.

you instinctively check around you to ensure the near by hilichurls still haven’t noticed you, one has wandered close but as long as there’s nothing loud to draw it’s attention, you should be fine. “i don’t think so, it’s not very safe to do that here..” just as your eyes pan back to the little girl, she’s several feet away from you, outside the shelter of the trees mixing her explosive concoction “wait klee, don’t!”

your pleas fell on deaf ears and even if she had heard it, it was too late to stop the small fire she had already started that would set it all off. luckily the hilichurls have no sneaking skills when it comes to spotting humans so you don’t even need to look back to confirm your position is definitely blown but unlucky, their loudness easily alerts the others.

without wasting a moment, you run in klees direction and scoop her up in your arms, running back towards the dirt path that leads to springvale. you may be a little slower carrying the extra weight of klee but it was still faster than her little legs trying to outrun the monsters and keep up with you at the same time.

“wow, that was awesome!” she gleams in your arms as she stares behind you, watching the hilichurls follow you from their camp, the smoke from her latest bomb still rising in the air.

you let out a nervous chuckle, too focused on deciding which way to go to lose them quickly to tell klee that was in fact not awesome because you have no way of fending off the hilichurls. but if you found the right path, you could shake them off your tail, worst case they’d follow you all the way to springvale where the knights would deal with them.

you go from the path when you hear the big mitachurl heading your way and look back slightly to confirm how far it is from you. klee wiggles in your arms, reaching for her backpack to grab something out just as you spot a hill you know leads to a path close to where one of the knights is regularly posted.

stopping just at the edge of the slop to ensure it’s safety, you hear a clink on the ground and hear the small sparks of one of klees bombs.

“y/n let’s go! my bombs got this!” she says and doesn’t contain her excitement.

if the bomb didn’t get you first the mitachurl was sure to, you’ve got no choice but to jump.

“hold on tight klee!”

you aren’t sure what’s got you giggling like a child as your feet come to a stop at the bottom of the hill and your butt slides to the ground. was it klees laughing being contagious as she kicks her feet in your arms or how ridiculous you both look covered in dirt and soot from the bit of the bomb you weren’t able to avoid or perhaps the way her ridiculous bomb actually drove the hilichurls away? this was a lot more eventful than you had planned your day.

as both your laughs slow, you look down at her with a smile and ask for the second time today. “are you okay?”

“that was so fun! you got so messy!”

your laugh fills the air once again as you see how dirty her entire being is and how you’re sure you don’t look any better. “so did you.”

as much as she enjoyed your encounter with the hilichurls, the whole thing had tired little klee out and she fell fast asleep in your arms on the way back to mondstadt, her head resting on your shoulder as her small arms clung to your neck. you had to admit you were feeling just as tired as she was after that but you couldn’t stop and risk jean seeing either of you like this, you’d both be in trouble that not even diluc could talk you out of. all you needed was a good wipe down with a wet cloth, just enough to get klee mostly clean before you could leave the rest to kaeya.

slowly you made your way over the bridge before deciding it was best to enter from the side entrance closest to angels share, your next destination where your husband is bound to be. you were going to be in a little trouble with diluc when he sees you like this- not resting.

the knights manning the entrance don’t hide their curious and humored eyes when they spot you and you wave them off, watching as you quickly scurry off away from the gate and onto the next. you’re less likely to run into jean this way too, you could easily b-line it to the tavern and sneak in through the back with only a handful of eyes ever catching you and klee getting into trouble. but of course, the most important pair of eyes is one of the first to see you enter the city looking like hell.

diluc had happened to be outside the tavern checking over some wine barrels when your soot-covered figure entered his peripherals and he only had to look once to confirm, yes that was indeed his wife. his wife that should have been at home resting and more importantly archons- please don’t be hurt.

he’s by your side in an instant, his gloved hand gently pulling up your chin so your eyes meet. he might seem mad with his furrowed brows behind his bangs and deep frown on his face had it not been for the unsuppressed worry that lay behind his ruby orbs.

“i’m okay,” you assure him before he can say anything. you give him a reassuring smile, leaning into his touch as his fingers come to your cheek, his thumb attempting rubbing at the dirt off your face. his eyes only break from yours to look at the child in your arms. “we’re both okay, just dirty and a bit tired,” your hand comes up to cover your chuckle at the memory of your recent events.

the angelic sound of your laugh eases dilucs worry, though he’s still going to thoroughly check you over himself once you’re inside and he expects a full explanation of what led to this and not you spending your day at the winery, reading and resting as you please like he thought you were going to. “what happened?”

“archons y/n, running from hilichurls?” he asks after you’ve explained your day up until this point.

water splashes in the bucket as diluc rings out a rag next to you, exchanging it for your dirty one as you wipe the remaining dirt out of klees hair and begin to work on your own. she’s still fast asleep; now resting on the bar top, dilucs coat laying under her head for support. how she’s sleeping through all this movement you have no idea.

“why didn’t you have your weapon with you? you could have -”

“i know it wasn’t ideal,” you’d normally love to hear his voice and happily listen to what he has to say but sometimes it’s best to cut him off when you know when he’s getting away with his worries, it’s better to stop them in their tracks. you hate to see him in his own head worrying about the worst when you walked away unharmed, something he’s seen with his own eyes after checking you out personally. “but i was trying to keep my promise to you and i didn’t want to tempt myself into taking just one commission since i had it on me. i couldn’t leave klee when she needed my help either though.”

he admires your loving, caring nature and your fighting spirit, he just wishes it wouldn’t get you into trouble as often as it does. he wants nothing more than to protect you and keep you safe, a promise he’s made to you over and over again and it’s one he intends to keep with every fiber of his being. letting out a sign, he rings out another rag and takes a step closer to you, trapping you between him and the wall of the tavern. his loving, yet stern eyes scan your face as he brings the warm cloth up to your cheek to get the smudge you missed, his touch lingering on your reddening skin for a moment before moving down to your neck, the cloth remaining warm thanks to his vision.

“i appreciate that you wanted to keep your word but your safety is most important to me,” once he’s satisfied with your neck being clean he meets your gaze once more. you smile sweetly, inconnectly and the rest of the lecture he had for you was forgotten as he got lost in your sparkling eyes. “i’m glad you’re alright.”

“i’ll be more careful next time, i promise,” you whisper as he leans down to kiss your forehead, the smell of wine and oak taking over your senses as he presses his lips to your soft, warming skin.

“good,” he replies, pulling away slowly and you swear your knees would have given out at the sight of his smile had it not been for the way your heart was racing at his proximity. even if they had given out from under you, he would have been there to catch you.

he turns to klee who’s begun to stir, slowly waking up from her nap. as she sits up, diluc asks for her permission to carry her back, sliding on his coat before scooping her up in his arms when she says it's okay and that her legs are too tired to walk anyways.

klee gets comfortable quickly against his shoulder, snuggling against him as he begins to walk towards the door with you in tow and you swear the butterflies in your stomach we’re going to burst out of you any moment at this sweet interaction between the pyro users.

“it seems i’m going to have to make sure you rest by doing it myself, aren’t i?” he asks, his eye brow raising, a small smirk on his lips as he looks at you after locking the back door to the tavern.

“if it means you’ll come home and take a hot bath with me then yes,” you grin, grabbing onto his free arm as you make your way down the streets of mondstadt. he couldn’t say no to that, and he can’t lie that he’s missed your presence a lot today. “can i still make you dinner?”

you did mention the whole reason you were coming into town was for that very reason. he can’t help but smile at your thoughtfulness and the thought of enjoying a meal with you, something he doesn’t get to do as often as he’d like. “i’d enjoy that.”

“so that’s what you look like when you smile?!” klee exclaims, staring at him with a wide smile of her own.

no thoughts. just this post.

Bakugo: okay, since we’re living in dorms now, there’s some shit y’all need to know

Iida: it’s good of you to open up, Bakugo!

Bakugo: fuck off, I don’t mean me. I mean about Deku.

Uraraka: shouldn’t he tell us himself? It’s pretty rude to expose his secrets

Bakugo: these aren’t fucking secrets. They’re safety precautions.

Kirishima: so manly that you’re concerned about him!

Bakugo: I’m not. This warning is for *you*. If you don’t listen, it’s not my problem.

1-A, nervous: …

Bakugo: if you see him out of his room past midnight, do 👏 not 👏 approach 👏 him 👏 and call me immediately. I don’t care if I’m sleeping, wake me up and tell me where he is. Do not approach him.

Midoriya: this is a little dramatic Kacchan

Kaminari: I don’t get it. What’s the big deal?

Bakugo, grimacing: this little shit sleep-fights. It was bad enough when he didn’t use his quirk. I’m telling you for your own health. If you don’t want to spontaneously fucking die, do not interact.

Midoriya: it’s not as bad as it sounds.

Kaminari: I’m sure it’ll be fine dude

——————————One Week Later——————————

Bakugo: what did I tell you?

Kaminari: don’t approach him after midnight

Bakugo, turning to Kirishima: and what did he do?

Kirishima, sighing: approached him after midnight

Bakugo, to Midoriya: and what did YOU do?

Midoriya, tearing up: Detroit smashed him through a wall and destroyed the ground floor of the dorms

Bakugo, back to Kaminari: and where are you now

Kaminari, disturbed: in the hospital after briefly visiting god