The First Time I Missed You

love / toge inumaki x f!reader

“I feel safe with you. I always have.” / prompt list

warnings: fluff, use of cursed speech

word count: 959

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heartworm. (akaashi keiji)

➵ you miss akaashi more than anything. so if bokuto’s birthday party gives you an opportunity to reconnect, you’ll take it. 

wc: 2.8k

warnings: swearing

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto’s resounding chant seemed to rumble through the entire apartment.

“Hey, Bokuto,” you smiled, tilting your head at him.

“It’s great to see you!” He was beaming at you as he pulled you in for a hug, face flushed and hair all ruffled. You weren’t sure how many drinks he’d had, but you could tell by the colour of his cheeks that he wasn’t going to be standing upright for much longer.

You grinned up at him. “Happy birthday, by the way.”

“Thank you!” His voice boomed out of his chest – far too loud, considering the circumstances. But, you smiled nonetheless. That was Bokuto for you.

He ushered you inside before you had time to think, patting your shoulders as you stumbled through his landing room. His apartment wasn’t large by any means, but he sure had tried to stuff a lot of people in it.

There were some faces you recognized – old team members from Fukurodani, Yukie, Kaori… and it was easy enough to fall into the groove of conversation with them. Well, as best you could, given the noise.

True to form, Bokuto’s party was little more than pure chaos. Mostly led by Bokuto himself, in cahoots with some guy who looked a little like a rooster. And of course, it was fun to watch. But something about the cacophony and the crowd was making your heart beat a little faster. You weren’t feeling claustrophobic, per say, but you needed some fresh air.

You almost laughed at yourself for that. You’d been at this party, what? Twenty minutes? And you already needed a time out? But, you supposed that’s what tended to happen once you got to your second year of university. You felt more and more like an old crone each day.

That, and there was a notable absence from the revelry. You didn’t want to think about him – no, you wouldn’t think about him. But that didn’t shift the weight in your stomach.

Thank God Bokuto had a balcony. It was rather quaint and small, but it would do. Just a few minutes in the cold and the dark, and you’d be ready to socialise again.

You sighed, turning to step into the shadows next to the door.

“Keiji!” The name slipped out of you before you could contain yourself.

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WEEKEND PRACTICE

summary: Akaashi doesn’t mind his early morning weekend volleyball practices. But having you in his bed might change that. 

pairing: akaashi keiji x f!reader 

genre: established relationship au, college au | fluff 

warnings: aged up characters, new relationship honeymoon stage fluff </3 

word count: 1.6k 

a/n: wanted to start this thing where I write short domestic / established relationship fics based on prompts (after I posted the 3k Todoroki fic), so have another!! based on the prompt “if you had asked me to say, I would’ve” but adjusted slightly. 

The occurrence of early morning volleyball practices are a sign that the playoffs and tournament season are rapidly approaching. With the upcoming challenges that await the team, it’s only natural for the coach to schedule a surplus of practice games or practice sessions to ensure that all the players can refine their skills. After all, there are always balls to spike or pinpointed jump serves to perfect—despite the groans and moans from players. 

Akaashi, however, is indifferent to these volleyball practices because he is nothing if not consistent. He makes sure to always show up, rain or shine, because he knows that Bokuto will drag him out regardless of his emotional state. Given that, Akaashi fulfills his appearance quota more out of obligation than anything else—but volleyball has been a part of his life for so many years, that the choices are basically second nature to him. 

At least, that’s how it’s been up until very recently. 

Akaashi realizes that although he may be indifferent to volleyball practice, he is far from indifferent about you. 

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companion to an almost-god

ft. Scaramouche. Fluff. 1k words. Drabble though.

(HUGE Sumeru 3.2 spoilers)

If you were asked, ten years ago, five years ago, or even last month, on where you think you'd be now, you probably wouldn't reply with, "Archon-assigned friend to a war criminal." Yet here you are, padding up to the Sanctuary of Surasthana like it's your house, as you've done for the past month already.

Now that Scaramouche is under Nahida's care, instead of facing immediate execution for his crimes, he's instead burdened with the responsibility of making a new life for himself. And powerful as Nahida is, she can't always be the one instructing him through everything, from how to do small talk to coming to terms with his past. The sages are no help either, quivering in their boots at the very mention of the puppet that became a god — the living proof of their crime, no less. The Traveler would help, if only they weren't so busy, and old wounds are yet to heal.

So it comes down to you, a humble and longtime follower of Kusanali, to accompany Scaramouche for his stay in Sumeru. Nahida’s blessing would protect you from any… difficulties that may arise. She says that she doesn't foresee any real trouble from him, but you aren’t sure with how Scaramouche acts.

He’s either a grumpy cat or wrath incarnate whenever you’re around. Granted, you’re the one who spends the most time with him, so you’re more familiar with that anger than most.

Today, you bring a special guest to him; one that wriggles in your arms as it looks around the vast halls of the Sanctuary of Surasthana.

Scaramouche hears your approach. He’s turned away from you, curled up in his corner and lost in his thoughts as he usually is. When he isn’t forced to go out to the city and interact with strangers, he can read from the infinite library of the Akademiya. So far, his only request to his stay was an opportunity to use the smithing forge sometimes.

You realize that you’ve been standing still for a while, staring at his back while the creature in your arms wiggles more insistently.

Scaramouche scoffs and turns to face you. “Another miserable task for me? What, do I have to wipe the snot off children’s noses or sing to the flowers? Is the humiliation of my defeat not enough…”

His eyes land on the creature in your arms, and blow wide open in confusion.

“What is that thing?!” He sneers.

You hold it up and let it speak.

“Name is Aragaru. This is purple Nara?”

“Purple?!” Scaramouche balks.

Aragaru shakes its head. “No, not like purple lightning anymore. Used to be like lightning: flash, smoke, faster than fire to destroy trees. But now, Nara like light blue wind after storm: fresh breeze to soothe earth after lightning.”

“What is it talking about?!”

You gently set Aragaru down, and it floats over to Scaramouche. It doesn't seem scared of him at all. Meanwhile, Scaramouche is trying to subtly scramble away from it, staring at it with a mix of disgust and fear.

Aragaru doesn't mind, wearing its goofy, crooked smile. 

"Wind after storm is calm but strays easily, wants to spread across every jungle and pond. Wind will run out if it does this. Aragaru will help Blue Wind Nara find direction for its breeze."

Scaramouche whips around to you. "Hah! Are you trying to use a… vegetable to give me life lessons, like I'm some kind of child?"

You shrug, already falling into the routine of tidying the books strewn about the room. "Aranara are more in tune with the world than any other being. If there's anyone that can help you figure things out, it's an Aranara."

When you try to clean up the books by the exit, Scaramouche suddenly grabs your wrist.

You jump back; he's wide-eyed, but not like the dark madness that he used to have. It's a warm, trembling gaze, as hesitant as a feather on your skin.

"You're– you're just going to leave it with me, like that?"

"I don't see why not. Aragaru's good at this. You know, they fought off the Marana– I mean, the Withering with the Traveler."

Scaramouche gives a frustrated sigh. "No, not the– I mean are you seriously replacing yourself? Where are you going? Are you–"

He swallows.

The hand around your wrist squeezes a little.

"Are you coming back?"

Oh.

A soft smile makes its way to your face and warms your gaze. You gently tug Scaramouche closer to you, just enough to rest your hand on his shoulder.

"I'm not retiring from being your companion," you say. "Archon-assigned job, remember?"

He huffs, but listens to you.

"Aragaru's just here because I think that connecting with nature is a great way to get used to the present. Besides, I've planned a trip for us to the jungle, and we're going to meet quite a few Aranara along the way."

"We're going outside?"

It's amazing how expressive Scaramouche has gotten lately, like clear spring water. The tinge of surprise in his voice is sweet.

You wink.

"You've gotten used to the city, admit it. I think you're ready to expand your horizons a little more. Or did I not catch you so-eagerly listening to the storyteller at the cafe last week?"

A furious blush takes over Scaramouche's face and he yanks away from you. "I did not!"

"Keep telling yourself that."

"The Blue Wind Nara is as bright as Nilotpala Lotus, but shyer than floating blue fungi," Aragaru notes.

"Shut up!"

"Anyway," you cut in, "if there isn't anything else you want to bring, we can leave by lunch. Aragaru will show us the way, so long as you listen to the Aranara life lessons."

For a moment, Scaramouche is silent and flabbergasted, wondering for the nth time how he'd gotten into this situation. From a broken puppet to a god, and now – hostage of the Dendro Archon, subject to punishment of playing with children and part-timing at the cafe to "learn how to live." And now, he's supposed to go on a field trip with a talking, floating vegetable that can't even form complete sentences.

He dips his head and pulls his hat over his eyes. If he looks at your shameless, sunny smile any longer, he might melt. Disgustingly.

"This better be quick," he growls, but you easily pick up on the hidden excitement in his tone. "And I don't want any mosquitoes on me when we're in the jungle."

You dare to elbow him lightly. "That's my Scaramouche."

He scoffs, yet leans into the touch by just a little.

"Hey, none of that in the city." He scolds gently. "You don't know how many old bats have decided to call me their grandson or whatever."

"Sooo, it's fine to call you that in the jungle? What do you want: Scara, Mouche, Mouchey? Ara… like an Aranara?"

"Hell no. Call me… yes, call me… Wanderer."

"Pfft– that's so bad."

"Shut up, it's a good name!"

"Fine, fine. So you're my wanderer, then?"

He rolls his eyes. A touch of a smile at the corner of his lips. He slings a travel bag over his shoulder, hoping that you won't see his face. Hopes that you don't notice him tugging you to his side, protecting you, as you head out of the Sanctuary. Hopes that Aragaru won't point it out.

"As long as you're my Archon-assigned companion, sure."

Tummy kisses + Saeyoung + ticklish MC sounds just perfect 🥺

regard | saeyoung choi

WARNINGS: she wants to take care of him baybee, saeyoung never worries about his health, they kiss!!!  WORD COUNT: 1.3k  AUTHOR’S NOTE: if i’m going to be honest, this request had me kinda stumped at first, but i ended up really liking how it turned out!! i hope you do too!

“You’re late.” Her voice is surprisingly sharp. 

He’s standing in the doorway brushing his teeth, watching as her silhouette rises from the mattress. The blankets hang around her shoulders, strands of hair sticking up in the light spilling from the bathroom. His hand freezes, leaving his toothbrush to dangle from his mouth. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I got really sidetracked and—” He can see the frown pressing against her lips. 

He’d promised to be done working by midnight and truthfully, he’d had every intention to keep that promise. He set a dingy little alarm clock in front of him and glanced over at it from time to time, his fingers still hovering over the keys, but that didn’t seem to help. 

Now, it’s well past three in the morning, and the shadow of her face is dripping with disappointment. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. His feet are cold against the tile as he fidgets, watching her fall back onto the pillow. 

It’s not that she isn’t understanding—she always is. It’s that dark circles are running rampant under his eyes and he can’t remember the last time he saw the sun. It’s that she’s been begging for him to eat anything other than chips for the last week, and there’s still a half-empty bag on his desk. It’s that he can hear the patter of her feet around the empty bunker and though she claims to be more than content with the life they have, she must be bitterly lonely. 

He knows she’s worried about him more than anything else, so as he rinses his toothbrush under the sink and stuffs it into the holder, guilt settles into his stomach. 

He’s silent as he slips into bed next to her—an unusual thing. He likes to ask about her day, to hear her voice, to know about the little things she wants to talk about before he falls asleep. But tonight she’s facing away from him—leaving nothing more than a mound of blankets and the light sputter of her breaths. 

His gaze follows her back. It’s the only sliver of her frame still visible from outside the comforter, her spine contorting each time she breathes. He waits to see her chest settle—to see the heaviness of sleep fall upon the blanket. It never comes. She’s wide awake. 

For a moment, he hesitates to move. His shoulders are wound tightly around his back and the words seem to fall just before his lips, so when he attempts to reach forward, a hand hangs in the air between them. Long fingers stretch towards the exposed skin of her back, twitching at the idleness of his hesitation. 

“Saeyoung?” It’s like she can tell he’s there. There’s no heat lingering from his body or noise shuffling between the sheets; he supposes she just knows him well enough to know that he can’t leave her like this. That he hates when she’s upset with him. 

The sound of her voice is enough to propel his hand forward, fingertips making contact with her skin. He can feel the muscles deep in her back ripple under his touch, leaving her body to shiver in the dark. 

His mouth opens to say something, but he hesitates, instead allowing his hand to further trail her back. At first, it’s a gentle movement—fingers crossing vertebrae of her spine—but his wrist falls, tracing the line of her torso. As he passes her hips, her body jerks, a huff pouring from her throat. 

She’s laughing. 

The shadow of a smile, a devilish little thing, claws at Saeyoung’s cheeks as he does it again. Her movements are smaller this time—her body more prepared for the sudden jolt—but this does nothing to stop the sound that falls from her lips. It’s not quite a full laugh, not even a giggle, really, but it’s enough to keep him going. 

“Babe.” Her voice is stern but there’s a gentleness that hangs with the term of endearment. She swats softly at him, but he’s quick to catch her wrist, placing it back in front of her. 

His hands spread out along her sides and suddenly he’s tickling her. He can see her so clearly trying to resist, but laughter is spreading in the air and the comforter is falling off her shoulders. She turns, half facing him, and suddenly he pounces. 

He props himself up on his elbows, trapping her underneath him, loose curls hanging from the sides of his face. She twists haphazardly, catching her breath. 

“I’m really sorry.” It’s the third time he’s said it and the first time he can see her reaction, but he knows where it’s going. Her face falls and she sighs, tucking her arms around her chest. 

He loves her, oh how he loves her. She was just so terribly angry with him a moment ago, and with good reason, but all he can think about is how he loves her. And when her breath is warm against his face, pricked with laughter and annoyance, he loves her. And when he kisses the top of her hips to watch the way she squirms, he loves her. 

His lips dot the space between her waist and her ribs, leaving more stifled laughter to fall from her mouth. Her hands rest on his shoulders, fingers squeezing with every new fit of breaths, the only semblance of resistance that her body produces. 

“Saeyoung, please I’m—” Her chest heaves in gentle laugher, her legs kicking under him. “I’m literally gonna throw up.” 

He pauses, eyes glancing up to meet hers, a smile spread wide across his face. The anger is washed from her tone now. She says his name with the soothing lilt she always does, and though he knows she’s still upset—he also knows it’s more concern than anger. 

“Forgive me.” He kisses her shoulder, her neck, her jaw. His lips are lazy and his kisses messy, but he can still feel her skin blooming beneath each one. “I was stupid and I should’ve listened to you, but I lost track of time again, and I—I’m sorry I disappointed you.” 

“You never disappointed me.” She takes his face in her hands, brushing loose strands of red hair with her thumbs. “I was worried, I am worried. I know you’re capable of keeping yourself afloat, but I’m upset with you because I want you to be more than afloat.” The pad of her thumb swipes just above his temple and he shivers. “I want you to be happy, Saeyoung. Happy and safe and in bed at a semi-normal human time.” 

He chuckles in reply, but there’s something so genuine about it—something he’d never give anyone else. 

He wants to kiss her again—god he wants to—but there’s this softness to her expression with her eyes blown wide that he can’t risk tainting. Her cheeks are flushed from laughter, light breaths spilling from her lips, but he hovers there, a gentle gaze falling over her features through the dark. 

They linger for a moment, the space between them heavy and the room growing warm, until her lips brush his cheek. Butterfly kisses scratch at his browbone, her mouth warm against his skin, and suddenly Saeyoung begins to melt. 

Oh, how he can see the way she cares. When she begs him to set alarms for midnight and worries so endlessly about him all the time, he can see how she cares. When she kisses him like her lips could tear him apart and her arms wrap around his neck, robbing him of all balance on his elbows, he can see how she cares. 

And when they finally crash into each other, neither daring to move from their place, a pile of limbs forming in the middle of their mattress, he can see it—and it’s never been clearer to him. 

Can we get some jealousy? Like Akira being jealous when SO is being overly cuddly with Morgana (he's just so cute, isn't he, Akira? / did akira feed you,you poor sweetheart? You look hungry? (Akira: morgana is always hungry))

The thought of this was so cute, I read it and went to work on it instantly! Also you adding Akira’s answer was pretty funny to me (the dry humour) so I hope it’s okay that I added it into the oneshot! I wasn’t too sure if reader can hear Morgana talk, but due to your wording it sounded like no and would make Akira’s answer even more fitting, so I chose a reader who can’t hear him

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Cat in the bag

Genre: Fluff TW: None Words: 1.6k

It was a Friday evening like many, the chill September breeze sweeping through the attic yet it wasn’t as uncomfortable as it would sound like. Prior to your arrival Akira had opened the windows above his bed on purpose to get rid of the warm and stuffy air that had built up throughout the day. September was still very warm until the evening so upon finally ascending up his stairs, you had appreciated the cold air grazing your skin as you accepted the iced coffee he had prepared for you beforehand. It was a gesture that put a smile onto your face as you stirred the syrup within the glass with a straw you don’t think you had seen before downstairs. LeBlanc didn’t serve cold coffee actually. Sojiro insisted that watered down coffee was a pure waste of ingredients, but Akira had gotten some from the freezer regardless, careful not to make the old man cross his plans. Though if he did, the coffee was on Akira anyway. “It’s not watered down”, you thought to yourself after taking a sip, the mix of coffee and caramel spreading within your mouth, “Sojiro should make you in charge of iced coffee, actually!”, you added, a smile so bright that reached up all the way to your eyes. For a quick moment Akira froze, staring at you and taking in your presence. The way you looked at him, how your whole face basically lit up with his little present, made him forget time and present in this very moment - until you called out his name. “Akira?”, you spoke up, “Are you okay?”

He nodded slightly, erasing your concern in the process as his gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips. He wouldn’t be able to pinpoint what it was that came over him, but the sudden tension in his chest was about to burst, compelling him to grab your free hand and pull you closer towards him, his lips sealing yours. For a quick second you halted in your position, until you relished in the feeling of his warm lips and leaned further into him as you felt his hand rest on your cheek and tilt your face to the side. You smiled to yourself; Akira had these sudden bold moments that would always be able to sweep you off your feet - sometimes literally, even. They weren’t too often, so it wasn’t bothersome or hard to keep up with him or any of that sort, but just enough to always catch you by surprise when he was being playful. You felt Akira part from you as he sighed against your lips. Your initial instinct was to follow him, but his head was already turned towards the stairs. You followed his gaze and chuckled to yourself. “Not in front of Morgana?”, you teased your boyfriend before walking over to crouch down to the black feline, feeling the soft fur between your fingers as you gently stroke underneath his chin to stop him from meowing further. The moment you got out of your crouched position to get back to Akira,Morgana was quick to stop you as he nuzzled his head against your leg and meowed again. “He’s just so cute.”, you squealed as you crouched down once more to pick him up into your arms, “Isn’t he, Akira?”, you added as you sat down next to him and placed the feline into your lap. Whenever your hands would stop patting his head, Morgana was quick to complain about it. You didn’t see it as an annoyance though, it was actually adorable to you and you enjoyed taking care of him. “Did you see that new score?”, Akira grinned as he had finally beat the end boss on one of the levels he had been stuck in for ages. The both of you had a thing for retro games, take out and watching him play becoming a comfortable escape for your daily schedules. You raised your head up quickly to catch what he was talking about, but it was already gone. “I didn’t.”, you groaned, quickly getting back to Morgana who you were playing with. It was fun to bop his nose. “Did Akira feed you?”, you asked, bopping his nose once more, “You look kind of hungry…”, you added in concern as his meows became more prominent. Unbeknownst to you Akira rolled his eyes, a short sigh heaving his shoulders as he released the controller within his hands and turned around to face you. “Morgana is always hungry.”, Akira mumbled, not adding that he actually told you to stop bopping his nose. Your attention was already on him completely, Akira needed the little bit of revenge that he could get. It was harmless, but enough to annoy Morgana who preferred headscratchers over everything in the world. “But you did feed him, right?”, you asked, eyes not wavering from the little one in your lap. “Of course I did.”, Akira blurted out. Akira himself hadn’t eaten anything yet, but you hadn’t asked. “Maybe he doesn’t want me to bop his nose?”, you wondered as you drew your hand back. Akira shifted, pulling one of his legs towards him to cross them. A mischievous grin grew on his face as he slightly leaned closed to bop Morgana’s nose. The feline was fed up enough and instead of just complaining to him he had raised his paws, aiming to scratch him. Akira drew back in an instant, quick reflexes rescuing his hand. While your eyes had grown wide, Akira seemed to enjoy the mischief as he made it a game to bop Morgana without getting caught, drowning out what he said that it almost felt like he actually couldn’t hear him at all. “Stop it.”, you enquired as you pulled Morgana towards your chest. Unbeknownst to you, Morgana was cheeky as well and cuddled into you, making it look way worse than it really was by crying out for you, “Poor baby, it’s okay.”, you coed. “Poor baby?”, Akira mocked with a chuckle, “He’s just acting, love.” You knew Morgana had a tendency to be a pretty

dramatic cat, but still you loved him like it was your own, always being excited to see him and take care of him. Maybe Morgana was indeed taking advantage of the situation, but you honestly didn’t mind as it was harmless. “Doesn’t matter.”, you scolded him, keeping Morgana close to you as you had turned around so that your boyfriend couldn’t reach out for his cat any further. Akira’s mischievous grin had vanished already, slowly becoming fed up not by you but by Morgana. He wanted you to ask him if he had eaten yet, wanted you to put your hands in his locks and get rid of the tension in his body, hug you to himself and feel your warmth against him- and Morgana was in the way of every single one of his wishes. “You’re so adorable.”, he heard you say, biting his tongue to stop himself from telling you that Morgana’s reply was a sassy I know. Eventually all Akira could do was grab his controller and get back to his game, hoping it would ease his mind. He couldn’t properly concentrate and the opposite happened, causing him to become even more frustrated. He loved Morgana. He was cute, but he had wanted to spend time with you and not make you become preoccupied by his cat. Your attention only went back to Akira as you heard the TV being turned off. “Why did you stop playing?”, you asked, raising your head towards him as he simply stood next to the TV. It looked like he was contemplating on what to say, arms crossed in front of his chest to shield him from whatever you would say. But what was there to say, anyway? How could he possibly say this without coming off as mean or as jealous? Or am I jealous?, he wondered, eyes widening as he eyed Morgana once again. To his misfortune it had already dawned on you a long time ago. “You don’t have to be jealous.”, you laughed out, saving him from the embarrassment of having to admit it to you. However, his face still faltered. Akira had his own ways to show he wanted attention, bumping his head against your shoulder, lacing your hands together and being closer to you in general. You had been so occupied with Morgana that you had totally missed that perhaps today was one of those days. Even though Morgana seemed to complain in your eyes you settled him down onto the floor, patting the space on the bed next to you as you waited for Akira to stride over. For a moment he was contemplating it, but Morgana’s complaints about him being overly jealous actually changed his mind. Instead of sitting down next to you he took the opportunity to surprise you once more, settling down next to you before pulling you into a hug and falling back into his sheets. You yelped in surprise as the air was knocked out of your lungs by the way he squeezed you into him for a couple of seconds, but you still smiled. “I wasn't jealous, by the way.”, Akira stated as you had settled your face into his neck, his arms snug around your shoulders to prevent you from going anywhere, even if you wanted to. “Oh you were.”, you hesitated no second to put him back to his place. He on the other hand denied it again. “Fine.”, you concluded, head coming out of your comfortable hiding spot as you announced, “Then it’s fine if I get back to Morgana?” Akira’s hold tightened on your shoulders slightly, grey eyes meeting yours as he leaned in and chuckled, “You’re not going anywhere, love.”

hii can you please do mona comforting the reader after a panic attack? or just generally comforting them if you're uncomfy with this kinda stuff!! thank you

milf (mona i'd like to f)

before reading: panic attacks, under cut for sensitive topic 

“Mona, we’re lost.” 

“No, we’re not!” 

“I swear we’ve passed this tree three times now.”

Mona glanced up from her hands, where her usual usual constellation chart was  now a makeshift map of Teyvat. You were crossing your arms, more than annoyed at your partner right now. It was her idea to travel across the country for a week to find new star patterns and you had tagged along. For someone so in tune with the sky, Mona had gotten you lost almost immediately. 

“How difficult is it to find our way out of this forest?” Mona questioned, peering down at her map again. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” You grumbled. The sun was starting to set and the thought about being lost in the woods in the middle of the night sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Perhaps we should just go back the way we came,” Mona continued, “Do you know which way we came?” 

You shook your head. 

For a while, you dragged your feet behind Mona in silence. She had taken off her hat and swiped a strip of sweat off her forehead. You nearly tripped on an overgrown root and when Mona turned to catch your arm, you pulled it away and glared at her. All you wanted was to be inside your cool house right now. 

Mona said something but you weren’t listening. A bug flew dangerously close to your ear and your feet were beginning to ache from your improper shoes. 

“Listen!” You finally snapped, “Why don’t we split up? We’ll look around and see if anything looks familiar, okay?” 

Mona nodded without a word and you took off in the opposite direction from her. It was only five minutes in when you deeply regretted your decision to split up. Every tree looked the same and it felt like you were stuck in the middle of tall, wooden walls. 

You finally took a break to sit down. Your back slid against the trunk of a thick tree and you let out a sigh of relief. The feeling only lasted for a moment, though, before your mind began to wander again. Darkness was approaching quickly. What was hiding in these woods? 

It felt like the air was growing thick around you and without realizing, your breathing quickened. 

“Mona...” The name tumbled from your lips quietly and when you remembered you were in a forest, you yelled louder. “Mona!”

When you got no response, you looked down at your lap and accepted your fate. Hot tears started to fill your eyes and you pulled your knees to your chest. If you hadn’t gotten annoyed and ran off, none of this would be happening. 

You didn’t even see Mona when the woman came hurdling towards you. “Y/N!” She cried out, thinking you were hurt at you. When she saw your quivering form, she immediately bent down. 

“Mona...” You whispered again, finally looking up and meeting her eyes. 

“Just breathe,” She said quietly, “We will get out of here.” 

She knows how to handle your constant panic attacks. She’s done it so many times now but it doesn’t make it any easier to look at you in that state. It hurts her to see you hurting. 

Mona cradles your face in her hands, trying to peer into your eyes and analyze your situation. After a moment, your breathing begins to even out and Mona sighs. She’s rubbing your shoulder comfortingly and sits back on her feet, giving you some space. 

When she’s sure you’ve calmed down, Mona helps you onto your feet. “We can follow the North Star back to Mondstadt,” She says, pointing a finger at a bright star in the sky, “Once we see Orion, we’re home.” 

You nod and trail behind Mona. You feel bad still and offer to hold her hat for her. Mona seems to notice and frowns, looking over her shoulder. “I’m sorry, darling,” She says quietly, “I’ll make it up to you.” 

“You owe me a Sweet Madam.” 

Mona hesitates at the thought of spending mora she doesn’t have but nods anyways, “Anything for you.” 

Hello, this is my first time asking but, can I request a Kazuha headcanon with gender neutral reader? I haven't thought of any scenerios though

hi !!

i made into a oneshot instead, i hope that's alright !! headcanon was kinda vague T_T

one order of an ice-cream coming right up ! i hope you enjoy it, and ty for ordering from quill’s dessert cafe 🍧

please reblog! it helps a lot :)

kazuha.

the sun has just begun to dip below the horizon, the last of its warm rays splashing gold hues across the pastel sky. a gentle summer breeze whistles softly, curling around you like a the familiar warmth of a hug from your lover. you're standing at the docks of liyue, gazing absently at the ships, or more specifically the crux, the magnificent fleet captained by none other than beidou, and also the fleet that your boyfriend, kazuha will be leaving on today.

the feeling of an arm wrapping around your waist jolts you out of your thoughts, and you tilt your head up to be met with kazuha's lips curved into a sad smile. you turn around, burying your head in his chest, unsure of how to convey what you're feeling. in the end you settle for asking, "do you really have to leave?" kazuha sighs, lifting your knuckles to kiss them, "i wish i didn't have to. but i don't want you to get hurt. if i stay here for too long, the inazuma guards might find me, and they might take you too."

you know he's right, but it doesn't make his departure ache any less. what's worse is that you don't know when he'll come back, or if he even will. the ocean obeys no one, not even the formidable captain beidou, and storms can wreck even the strongest of ships in a second by dashing them on razor sharp rocks or pulling them down into the darkest depths where they'll never be seen again. you're terrified that kazuha will just disappear, swallowed up by a monster of the sea.

kazuha rubs comforting circles on the small of your back as he nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent and memorising it to revisit while he's away. "oi, kaedehara! get over here, we're about to leave soon. captain's orders," a voice yells from aboard the ship, smashing through your quiet tryst. you're gripping onto kazuha's shirt, silently begging him not to leave, and his pale crimson eyes, almost the same colour as the coppery bloodstains on the floor he has seen from his time at inazuma, fill with longing. he wants so desperately to stay, but this is for the both of you and the future he wants to build with you someday.

"hey, look at me," he murmurs, caressing your cheek while you lean into his touch as your brain scrambles to ingrain this in your mind forever. parting really is such sweet sorrow, you idly think. kazuha peels your hand off his shirt and drops something into your open palm before folding your fingers to close on it, "take care of this for me, alright?" pressing a final kiss on your forehead, kazuha quickly boards the ship waiting for him, and you bid him goodbye with as much encouragement as you can muster.

"i love you!" you shout into the distance, cupping your hands around your mouth to amplify your volume. you imagine your boyfriend smiling as he hears it, and suddenly recall the item he slipped into your hands. unclasping your fingers, you glance downwards, only to be met with a single maple leaf, the same shade as the streak running through kazuha's snowy hair. you're more grateful than words can express for the simple gift which almost feels like a part of him left in your caring hands, and vow to keep it safe.

and as stars begin to blanket the navy quilt of the night sky, you offer up a prayer to the archons to protect kazuha, clutching the leaf to your heart.

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hi ! sorry for going so off the rails from what u requested, but i hope u still liked it :)

are u guys going to pull for kazuha or for klee?

i hope you enjoy your stay at quill’s dessert cafe, and do check out the menu if you'd like ! 🍭

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uh hole-y shit consider my heart broken

concept: being the nanny for atsumu’s children

❥warnings: cheating [fem!reader + atsumu], implied age gap, heavy angst, descriptions of sex, atsumu is kinda a dick

❦note: umm just my very nasty imagination bc id let atsumu use me <33 tee hee 

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12:15 AM

kaedehara kazuha.

“hi,” he says in a soft whisper. his face is close to yours, as if his cheek has been pressed against the wood of your door.

“hi.” you reply, breathless.

he leans against the doorframe, rounded irises of ruby inspecting you in silence. midnight, him, here outside your dormitory room. the thought becomes so bizarre that it was almost impossible to believe. but it’s real. kaedehara kazuha is real.

“it’s late,” you swallow anxiously. “you know the rules—”

“no peers sharing the same room after eight,” he chuckles, and the sound echoes deeply in his throat. “i know. just give me a second.”

the tranquility dissipates with a faint clinking from his side, raising his hand to reveal a small compass keychain in his grasp. “i thought you might like it.”

your cheeks flush a crimson shade at the sight of it. “what’s the occasion?”

“was thinking about you.” he murmurs, before jutting the trinket out to your chest, waiting for you to accept it.

and the realization finally strikes you…this is a gift. kazuha picked it out, because he was thinking about you.

“thanks,” you smile, outstretching your hand to take it. your fingers brush slightly, and a jolt of electricity creeps up your skin. “i’ll wear it so i won’t get lost.”

“is that something that happens often?” he grins lopsidedly, which looks unequivocally flirtatious, and you swear you can no longer remember your own name when you stare at it.

“how was your sunday?” kazuha asks afterwards, giving you a weird look when you don’t respond to his previous question.

“ah, it was um,” you shrug. “the usual. homework and sleep. nothing interesting.”

“and your movie?” he nods at the dvd tucked beneath your other arm.

“it was great. you can borrow it next time, if you want.”

the silence is deafening. you watch as kazuha’s gaze flickers towards the dark hallway, and your doorframe, before glancing back outside with a strange expression on his face.

“you know that i like you…right?”

your heart thrums erratically in your chest, and you heave in a deep breath at the revelation. “oh.”

“yeah,” he mumbles, fumbling awkwardly with his dormitory keys in one hand. “i just…had to get it off my chest someday. before i regretted not doing anything, you know?”

you look at his free hand, and how it seemed awfully lonely in the middle of the night.

“but if you don’t, that’s alright.” his lips flatten in a straight line, still averting his gaze. “i’m still taking the next week off, and we won’t have to see each other for a while—”

“so stay.” the words tumble easily from your mouth. “stay with me.”

his eyes finally meet yours, almost softening in admiration at the rosiness on your cheeks.

“you sure about that?” he whispers quietly, unsure of your answer and his crumbling restraint of desire. “i don’t want to force you into this.”

your fingers reach out to snug around his belt loop, gently tugging on the fabric to allow him to come closer. i like you too. isn’t that obvious, you idiot?

“go out with me, kazuha.” you say.

and in the slumbering shadows of the dark hallway, he leaves your room with a breathless grin on his flustered face.