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Reverse Streamer AU

ーOur favorite characters are streamers who play the game Genshin Impact and somehow fall in love with a particular character, you.

ーChilde x gender neutral reader

ーHeadcannons, Fluff

ーWarning: Childe content, cursing, usage of childe's real name

ーNote: AS USUAL @alberivh HELPED ME WITH EVERYTHING AND ALMOST HALF OF THIS ARE THEIR IDEAS TOO CHECK EM OUT

ーChilde

•Ah yes, Ajax (derogatory)

•His streamer name would be "Tartaglia"! He doesn't exactly remember where the name came from but it stuck and he doesn't really want to change it

•He's one of those people who everyone loves but makes fun of. #tartagliaslander is a commonly seen popular hashtag that comes up even few days

•Often is seen playing PvP games and is known for his fluid emotional state while playing games aka they love seeing his expressions and reactions because he's very.. expressive

•One time, they somehow convinced him to play a horror game and they were rewarded with comedy gold

•"HOLY FUCK *voice crack*"

•"NONONONONO WHY THE FUCK *voice crack* IS HER HEAD BACKWARDSー"

•"*insert high pitched scream* oh wait nevermind I thought it was Scaramouche"

•ehem, I shall skip over those details

•He ended up discovering genshin impact after someone in his stream compared him to a certain character

•"Oh really? I bet my mora that I'm better than this character you're talking about"

•He honestly speedruns the start of the game, he's really good at adapting to new games and learn how to play them

•And now! The moment he's been waiting for, he's finally in Liyue and he shall finally see for himself the person everyone has been talking aboutー

•"Hey sweety, hold still"

•Oh dear Ajax, you don't have a thought behind those eyes do you?

•His audience could practically see the gears turning in his head while he's watching you fight. He's usually very expressive but his face was all blank until the cut scene ended

•"...you guys win the betー" and it all went downhill from there

•Practically BEGS mihoyo for your banner daily after getting a few minutes of screen time of you

•"@Mihoyo when are we getting [name]'s banner" His wish gets granted.. a few months later

•“The unlucky whaler! Ajax” #PROUD

•He's one of those people who you can't help but wonder just how much money he has because he's always spending it for you almost like an investmentー

•Of course, there is a bad side. He has shit luck, he could spend a bunch of money for a character but lose the 50/50 to someone else. Though his bad luck only applies to characters, he had really good luck regarding artifacts

•He's unintentionally really good at building characters! He could casually just do 200k damage while putting random artifacts on a character

•But when it comes to you? Oh boy. 

•He has like 15 different tabs with many different builds regarding you comparing each and every one of them to see which one is the best because only the best for you my dear <3

•He's one of those players who have a slightly inappropriate signature

•"Twerks sadly in no c6 [name]"

•Probably steals resources from friends and only asks to get some after he's already taken them. He and Kaeya have a mutual agreement to take each other's resources without telling each other.

•“Kaeya can i get a—“ “Starconch? Sure”

•Giggles innocently after spending 3 weeks to save up all of your materials aka stealing his friend's resources

•He simped for your hand in your trailer next question. Him talking about how beautiful your hands would be if you had a ring thereー

•Him absolutely losing it in that one scene where u destroyed a bunch of ruin guards in like a few seconds 

•Everyone just sees him cover his mouth and he slowly sinks into his chair. He's usually very vocal when it comes to showing how down bad he is but he just gotta catch his breath for a second, somebody give him a cold glass of waterー

•Him reacting to your foul legacy form LIKE IT WAS A LIFE CHANGING EXPERIENCE

•"Oh fuck they could step on me, I mean they could step on me, oh wait no I mean they could step on meー"

•“oh my god…THEY LOOK HOTTER THAN BEFORE??? MOM THIS IS YOUR FUTURE KID IN LAW, DO YOU LIKE THEM????”

•He let out the highest, loudest, girliest scream when you finally came home, it doesn't matter if he lost the 50/50 like 5 different times, it was worth itー

•He literally got u at lvl 90 and 4.8k damage after a few mins of getting you and crowned you twice

•HE HAS YOUR NAME CARD AS SOON AS POSSIBLE AND EVERYTHING THAT WAS RELATED TO YOU

•Another one who collects all your ascension materials even thought he doesn't need them anymore

•“Guys…I can’t do this, /pulls for c6 [name]/“

•*Gets random other five star /slams head on desk/*

•“Mihoyo fuck you /pulls again/“

•/gets your weapon/ "I WANT THE CHARACTER NOT THE WEAPON"

•Then he goes to absolutely destroy the abyss with you

•Cries over your lore and then he goes like “YEAH LET'S THE ABYSS TOGETHER!”

•Probably named himself "Sweetheart" so that you would call him sweetheart in the game

•Childe would be this one dude who babysits Teucer and streams at the same time. So technically….he’s fighting over you while feeding teucer his food

•He's basically hypnotized teucer into loving you

•“do you like [name]”

•“Say yes or i’ll tell mom we’re eating vegetables tonight—“

•“Yes”

•He probably shows teucer pics of you on the TV and makes him wear a shirt that has y/n supremacy written on it

•He makes teucer watch ur trailer the way toddlers watch cocomelon

•“Teucer this is the new cocomelon”

•Sometimes when he's babysitting Teucer he just deadpans and goes

•"Look, I'd be a great dad so [name] if you're hearing thisー"

•You know how Childe is a boss right? You're a boss too. He wouldn't attack you the first time because he's dying inside because you're basically flirting with him while fighting oh my fucking god lord have mercyー

•“Surrender is a valid option, I promise I’ll be gentle—“

•“Kiss me”

•Fighting your boss is literally the highlight of his week

•"WEEK 13 OF FIGHTING [name]!!"

•I know he would get jealous if you're shipped with another character

•“This fucking bastardー“ *never plays their story quest

•Loses 50/50 cause of said character, equips them and makes them fall to their death multiple times

•HE’LL DO THAT DAILY AND TREAT THEM AS A PRISONER ON THEIR TEAPOT

•“No lunch for prisoners like you” aggressively attacks them

•He technically lives for you. So see him building his whole teapot for you and you only

•He has a part in his tea pot that looks like a wedding ceremony and puts you at the altar

•I know he be begging mihoyo for a new skin for you after seeing after seeing fanart of you in a suit, Mihoyo isn't surprised at this point

•He made a little prison for everyone who stole his pity and regularly attacks them or equips them to make them fall off a cliff

•He cried when the teapot voice lines were about you wanting to introduce him to your family cause we all know how much of a family man he is

•He would make a whole lake for you in his teapot

•Him collecting your fish at your teapot world and then says shit like “everything for you beloved”

•Insert that one meme "anything for you Beyonce"

•HE GOT SO SCARED BECAUSE YOU ALREADY HAVE DEATH FLAGS SINCE THE BEGINNING

•"HUH? They might die? What do you mean?? they're safe in my teapot" *aggressively makes you a safe bunker in his teapot*

•Watches sad animations of you and your sibling and hugs Teucer for emotional support

•“Hahahaha guys they d-don’t have death f-flags! Alright!!” 

•The first stage of grief: denial.

•Childe getting frustrated because your cooldown is a fucking menace to his irritation and he's terrible with archers

•“Why did I pull for them? Well….they’re hot”

•The comments: I thought you like archers

•“No?? I only pullled for them because they’re hot and have you ever saw me playing an archer aside from y/n though, I GUESS YOU HAVEN’T” cue him running away from the mitachurl as soon as ur ult ends

•HE ALSO LIKES TO SLANDER YOU BUT IN A LOVING WAY LIKE “HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FAVORITE LITTLE SHIT!”

•"Aww, my favorite menace to society"

•I know he gets all pouty when he finds out you're rich cause he wants to spoil you

•he would also flirt with your character using stupid puns

•“Are you water cause I'm thirstyー”

•Childe seems to be the type to flame you for your damage in co-op but is always so understanding when you're not good at the game and carries you

•I know his room is filled with merchandise you cannot convince me otherwise

•he has a whole shelf of plushies and figurines of you, he even had a narwhal plushie custom made inspired by you

•He hugs your narwhal plushies and pretend as if it was you #touchstarved

•Your narwhal plushies is literally in every corner of his room

•All in all, Teucer needs a break from his big brother's shenanigans 

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Day 1: Broken Promises - Childe

Warnings: Character death ig?

"You--" His eyes were full of hurt and betrayal, and he cried two words into your chest. "You promised."

How had it come to this?

You and Childe had been planning an anniversary for the two years you've been together, and you had to laugh at his childish excitement. But he had just kissed you lightly on the cheek and skipped off. You could almost see the flowers and sparkles he left in his wake.

The both of you had made plans to go to Xinyue Kiosk after he picked you up from work.

Today's commissions were nothing new, just a couple of balloon sabotages, a few requests, and-- oh. There was an emergency, and it required you to defeat a ruin hunter.

You bit your lip, worrying it between your teeth. Was it worth it? You could try and see if Childe had any debts near there... No. You shook your head, slapping your cheeks gently. It wasn't worth it to pull Childe away from his work.

So you set off, leaving that commission for last. The rest of the commissions were easy enough, and you found yourself standing before the ruin hunter's alleged location soon enough.

The place was suspiciously empty, and you walked in slowly, readying your weapon. You just had to paralyze it and rip its core out. A quiet, mechanical whirring reached your ears, and you spun around...

And immediately jumped to the side.

The ruin hunter didn't wait around, launching a series of attacks that you barely deflected or dodged. You were getting fatigued, and the ruin hunter... well, it could hardly get tired, could it?

"Y/N!"

You turned, the voice catching you off guard. The rusty blade cut through your side, igniting an explosion of pain and startling wetness.

"Y/N! Oh shit--"

Dimly, you were aware of Childe falling to his knees beside you. He pulled off his scarf and wadded it up, pressing it against your side.

"Stay with me, Y/N."

A thick, cottony numbness was starting to spread, and you brushed your fingers against your side. It came away red, and you turned away from them, sickened by the sight.

"Y/N, talk to me," Childe pleaded. Water nudged at your side-- Childe's own brand of healing-- and a pleasant warmth spread through you. It poked and prodded and lacked none of the finesse that healers usually possessed, but it was Childe, and that was enough.

You opened your mouth, trying to say something, anything, but Childe's face melted away, leaving you alone in the ruins.

The ruin hunter clicked methodically, and you swore it was laughing as it raised its blade for the final blow. You smiled sadly, closing your eyes.

Forgive me... Ajax.

---

"Lord Harbinger."

"What is it?" Childe wiped blood away from his face and sent a wave of water rushing down his arms and clothes, rinsing off the worst of the gore. His voice was colder than the snowstorms of Snezhnaya, and he took delight in how the recruit cringed.

"The new recruits are ready for your briefing, sir."

"Take me there."

The click of his boots was deafening against the wooden podium erected in the middle of the snowy forest, and Childe raked his eyes across the crowds of black clad agents, huddled into their winter coats.

"Today, you are inducted under my order. From this day forward, you will honor the oaths you have made to Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, and you will stop at nothing to bring Snezhnaya to victory." The memorized speech slipped easily from Childe, and he surveyed the visions glinting in the dull Snezhnayan winter light.

"You shall sweep through this land like the icy winds of the furthest north, as strong as the hoarfrost of Zapolyarny Palace. You will chill the very marrow in our enemies' bones." A glint of blue. Hydro? No, Cryo.

"Her Majesty expects of you loyalty, ruthlessness, and meticulousness, for the trials that we face are harsh, and our enemies are naught but obstacles in the Tsaritsa's path to her noble goals."

Childe paused for a moment. Yes... why not? You weren't here, after all. No one to temper his bloodlust. He summoned his blades, which hardened into ice in the winter air.

A crazed smile made its way onto his face. "Now, let's have a celebratory spar, shall we?"

---

Boring. Boring, boring, boring.

No one gave him a challenge. No one put up a fight. No one... No one came close to you. He was about to dismiss his blades, but he heard the creaking of a bow being pulled back. Slowly, he turned around.

Your determined face stared back at him. Those eyes, those frostbitten and chapped lips, and the steady pulse of your Cryo vision.

A sign.

He stumbled towards you, closing his hand around the arrow you had nocked in your bow. The cold was so extreme it snapped at his skin, and he heard your muted gasp as he drew close.

"Y/N?" He croaked.

You made a questioning noise, tilting your head to the side-- the way you always did when he asked you a question. "Lord Harbinger?"

"You--" His eyes stung with snow and tears, and he cried two words into your chest. "You promised."

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here’s an idea:: genshin boys (of your choice) reaction to you wiping off their kiss :D

them reacting to you wiping off their kiss

includes: kaeya, childe, zhongli, diluc, and scaramouche

kaeya

kaeya’s initial reaction to seeing you wipe your mouth after kissing him is … well, offended

he just gives you this look of ‘are you being serious right now…?’

and when you ask him why he’s just been staring at you without saying a word he brushes it off

were my lips too wet?

were they too dry??

did i accidentally bite their lip or something?

DID I ACCIDENTALLY USE TONGUE

kaeya literally starts to question his entire romantic life, not even knowing that it was just one of your little pranks

he uses the situation to try and become a better kisser, kissing you a bit too passionately when he saw you later that night

and at this point, you’d almost feel too bad telling him you were just messing around

childe

unlike kaeya, he’s gonna confront you about it right away

the look of what seemed to be BETRAYAL on his face was almost too much to handle

“why did you wipe your mouth?”

“huh?”

“your mouth. you wiped it. you wiped my kiss off.”

he nearly makes you regret doing it

he’ll follow you around asking you if his breath smelled or if you just didn’t want to kiss

you just shrugged his questions off, making him go crazy

it isn’t until he kisses you again and you wipe your mouth again that he realizes you’re playing a prank on him

“ahh, okay, i get it. bruising my ego for one of your little pranks i see?”

and you’d pay for it by having him kiss you all day long, although you don’t really mind

zhongli

poor zhongli, so oblivious to your little tricks

seeing you wipe away his kiss before he left in the morning honestly put a damper on his whole day

of course, he’d never let you know that

and you couldn’t even tell until he went to bed without giving you a goodnight kiss

and that’s when you started to realize maybe he thought you were being serious

so the next morning, you see him off to work as per usual

and then he starts to leave without giving you a kiss

“wait, zhongli! where’s my morning kiss?”

“oh, ah… because of yesterday i thought maybe you didn’t want me to kiss you anymore…”

you felt so guilty for making him feel that way

you practically tackle him and smother his face in small kisses, explaining in between each kiss that it was just a joke to see what his reaction would be, and that you were sorry

needless to say, zhongli forgave you quite easily

diluc

he almost can’t believe his eyes when you wipe away his kiss

so he kisses you again to see what you’ll do

and you wipe it away again

“hey. stop doing that.”

“what?”

he kisses you once more. and you wipe your mouth once more.

“that! stop doing that!”

“what?!”

he rolls his eyes, grumpily turning his attention back to the dishes in front of him

he knew it was one of those little pranks you played

but when it came to his kisses

that you often told him you loved

he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t hurt just a little bit

scaramouche

honestly, you don’t know what possessed you into thinking doing this to scaramouche was a good idea

when you wipe away his kiss, he’s immediately angry

“what? you don’t want me to kiss you anymore? fine.”

you have to calm him down and explain yourself before he gets too upset

“hey, woah, calm down! i was just joking around. see?”

you kiss him again, this time without wiping it off.

“it was just a little prank… i wanted to see what’d you do.”

“a prank? hmph… whatever.”

he turns away, but only to hide his reddening cheeks

without thinking, he had shown you how much he really liked you by getting so offended

hello, fellow omi-omi stan! buttt I'm afraid I'm here to ask for a genshin fic hehe

if you do multiple characters, what do you think of diluc + kaeya + zhongli + childe finding their s/o dead after defending their child? the kid is alright, but the s/o, unfortunately, isn't.

the heartstrings need a good tugging today I think. wonderful work with your fics btw ✨

loved, and loved, and lost you

a/n: oh MY i've been looking forward to doing this ask, HI OMI NATION HI, and i hope you enjoy the hurt i'm about to offer. tbh i don’t like how this turned out at all but oh well-

plot: the character finds the reader dead after protecting their kid

contains: diluc, kaeya, tartaglia

warnings: children (i know some of you hate that) death, mentions of violence, blood, traumatic experiences, self-blaming, panicking proceed only if you're comfortable with the topics!

tartaglia

even though he had been introduced to a big family at the very start of his life, and never imagine his own adult life any different, from a very young age tartaglia had his doubts about eventually becoming a father.

obviously, he had wanted that, and always had known he wouldn't feel as accomplished without it. his mindset, however, was doubted in his second year serving the tsaritsa. he was merely an agent, a damn good one, but still no more than a little agent, seemingly unrecognizable. still, as he watched one of the "enemies of state"' he was sent to kill die beneath him, the guy, coughing blood and staining the teenager's brand new uniform, muttered a sentence that was to be forever engraved inside ajax's, or later tartaglia's brain.

"tonia" the guy said, smiling, even in the face of inevitable death. the boy's glance turned from disgusted to fierce as he rapidly turned his attention to the dying figure at the sound of his beloved sister's name, sister's who was merely a little girl at the time, not even ten. "oh, so my research had been correct" the guy smiled "you better keep a close eye on her if you decided to do me like this. there will be consequences."

ultimately nothing bad happened to tonia, but it was enough to send the young fatui agent's head into overdrive, fear not leaving him for months, moral of the story overshadowing on all his future life plans.

that's when he decided, there was no family to even consider starting until he had left the fatui, and snezhnaya too, if possible. and even then, he still wasn't sure if he'd be able to put both his future spouse and the kid, or kids, in that kind of danger, how bad would that make him, right?

you, your smiles and reassurance, your lighthearted approach, your charm, all that fouled him into believing his teenage nightmares were nothing more than just that, into feeling safe, like the danger was no longer there. like there was no one on his back.

so there he was, a fatui harbinger, recognizable, feared and loathed by far too many far too powerful people. with a family.

there he was,

"my lord?" a quiet, almost frightened voice was heard throughout his cold office.

"more courage, or i might not hear" he joked, still not lifting his gaze from the papers he had yet to fill through, a young mage from his own squad approaching him with a device.

"it's about the security cameras you had installed back at your house" she mumbled, startled by how fast he had turned around. he reached out a hand, urging her to pass him the screen.

the video was blurry, and in a very bad quality, but he still could make out the three figures standing in his living room - one, he didn't recognize, presumably a man, tall and with a covered face, two - obviously you, three - your daughter on the floor, hiding behind the table leg. he could feel the blood in his veins speeding up like almost never, visibly distressed by what he was watching.

"what the fu-" he wanted to say, but was interrupted by a voice from the video.

"send lord tartaglia my best regards" the deep voice stated, before his arm swayed forward, and just like that, your body fell to the floor with a dull thump.

everyone present in the office felt shivers run down their spines, watching closely as childe's eyes widened in shock, some could swear tiny little electric sparks escaped his tight grip on the device, before he threw it across the table, leaving in a hurry, not even bothering to throw his coat on.

he raced his way to the house, ignoring the burn in his chest, and vision blurrying with tears immediately after he wiped them away.

no.

no!

this wasn't happening, it was for sure a cruel prank, either scaramouche's or dottore's, both of these lazy bastards would for sure be able to come up with a plan as twisted. there was no other option.

no, he refused to believe this. he was so cautious! for once in his life, he cared about security guidelines and procedures, he went to incredible distances to hide whatever personal information of yours might've been leaked somewhere. hell, he even accepted all your fights and tantrums over how secretive and stressed he was. all of it, he did.

hence, there was no way that he would actually see what he saw on the tape when walking through the-

the first thing he heard was a string of faint "wake up" 's coming from a throat soared by screaming. the next - choked up cries, sentences slurred beyond recognition.

he leaned against the doorframe, feeling blood rushing away from his head at the sight before him.

he wanted to scream, too, he wanted to run out and find whoever did this, whoever forever stained his home with blood of the one, the only one he truly loved. he wanted to burn the world to the ground, with all those bastards along, doesn't matter who did it. everyone who ever dared even turn a bad eye on him deserved to be slayed by the wrath of his blades, everyone deserved to face justice-

that was all that filled his mind, up until his terrified gaze locked with the one of his only daughter. her huge eyes were red and glossy, and her hands shook, stained with crimson red blood.

"hey" he attempted to calm his voice, kneeling down to her level. "hey, hey, hey, don't look there, look at me" he pleaded, his hands moving to lock her face from looking over at you.

"they're not- they're- they're not-" she struggled to say over the tears, and he nodded.

"no, forget that, everything is fine, we're fine. don't be scared, princess" he urgently hugged her, for he didn't want her to see the tears gathering in his eyes. "shh, you're safe, you're safe now."

he used the moment when she was forced to face away from you to grab your cold wrist with his hand, fingers moving to find pulse, but he couldn't.

he barely managed to stop yet another scream from coming out, piercing pain stabbing his heart further than any dagger. his own hands began shaking as he began truly realizing what happened.

he had hoped to sense a slight pumping of blood through your veins, he hoped there was still a chance, but the cold of your skin painfully reminded him that he came in too late. he failed. he failed, but why was it you who suffered the consequences?

his panic spiral was once again interrupted by his daughter who began to struggle to catch her breath over sobs.

"princess" he called out to her "you won't be able to breathe if you don't relax. come on, i'll do it with you. ready?"

he began slowly walking her through her obvious panicking, an encouraging smile never leaving his lips, though dispair and hatred seeped through his eyes, showing his wrath more evidently that words ever could.

"i- i don't know what happened-" she finally managed to say, him nodding along.

"it's okay. it's not your fault, sunshine, don't worry about it. let's- let's think about something else, okay? something happy? what always makes my little princess happy, hm?"

"i- there was a, a man, but- it’s so blurry-"

"baby, that man's gone, don’t worry about him no more” tartaglia forced out his most reassuring smile, even though all he felt was anger and pain, praying his daughter won’t notice.

all he wanted was to temporarily make her feel safe again, but the talent to deal with kids, the talent he was born with, basically, seemed to be nowhere in sight as he struggled to find the right words to explain the situation.

the girl then leaned forward to hide her face in his red scarf, a thing she used to do a lot whenever she was nervous or scared.

“you’re safe, sunshine, daddy’s got you now, okay?” he could feel his voice beginning to crack, but kept going, hoping he would last just one more moment. “my brave little girl. the bravest they make” his fingers played with the girl’s thin hair, the other hand running up and down her back in soothing motions.

from where they were sitting now, he could clearly look over at the floor, and see you. tartaglia was a man used to both death, blood, and violence, but for the first time in forever, he felt his stomach do flips at the sight.

how was it possible? how could he keep promising that little innocent girl that he’s gonna protect her, if he didn’t even succeed at protecting you?

his body shook and threatened to give out as he covered the girl’s eyes, scooping her in his arms and taking over to her aunt’s, where she would be safe and sound as he made sure everyone responsible payed a good price for ever messing with his family.

first, though, he had to return home, or more likely, his house, since no place was a home without you in it, and take care of, well, the scene. but without someone to soothe, without having to be strong for someone, being all alone with you and his thoughts, he couldn’t even collect himself enough to pick you up.

he fell down to his knees the moment he entered the living room, hand curled in a fist, and resting on your still chest, sobs escaping his throat at an uncontrollable pace.

“i’m sorry” he first whispered, and kept repeating until it became a scream. “fuck, love, i’m so sorry”

what was sorry gonna do for you now, he thought, all he ever did was apologize. it was all the fault of his stupidity and naiveness, how could he ever be so blind?

his back leaned against the wall as he cradled your body closer to him, hugging you the tightest he could, as if that was gonna bring you back to him.

what was even the point in becoming stronger, if no power he had was able to stop this? you fraud, he told himself, you’re still the same scared, sheepish little boy, you haven’t change a bit. you’re still as useless and still as weak.

and here’s your price for that.

kaeya

this man had terrible experiences with family. his biological father only used him, and left him alone. kaeya didn’t even call him by that title in thoughts, he had lost the right to call himself his father the moment he left the poor boy outside of the dawn winery hoping for gods know what.

it took years to warm up and feel welcomed in the wonderful family that took him in, but the moment he started to feel comfortable considering master crepus his father, the man had died, and his biological son grew to despise kaeya’s guts.

the boy didn’t even feel like he deserved to have time to grieve over the traumatic incident, since he was nothing but a liar, and home-wrecker.

so naturally, he didn’t consider himself to be a good father material. how was he supposed to know what to do? what proof did he have that he wouldn’t be as shitty as his own father? that he wouldn’t run away like him? obviously he thought he would never do that, but what if it was just fated? running through the blood of his biological family?

he panicked when he found out he didn’t have a choice anymore, and was going to be a dad anyway. he wouldn’t show it, not to you, at least, but he had been terrified to the bone, up until the kid was born.

all it took for his doubts and fears to go away was for his firstborn son to mindlessly grab his finger when he was first laid in his arms.

love so unconditional and strong that he felt dizzy swept him off his feet, leaving him speechless and dumbfounded. after that he was sure, he would rather die than fuck up like his own father did.

and so his life went on peacefully, minor fights with diluc being the only thing disrupting his newly found peace. for once, he was certain he wouldn’t come home to a cold home, because now not only did he have you, his love and lifeline, but also a little walking bundle of joy, happy every time he’d see him.

so imagine his surprise when he was greeted with nothing but silence, the type that rings in your ears and creates an unsettling feeling in your stomach.

“darling?” he called out into the room “ya home yet?”

slowly and carefully he started to examine the place, looking for any sight of you, but every room he entered was painfully empty.

“baby?” he asked one more time, coming into your shared bedroom. you weren’t there, you also weren’t in the bathroom connected to the room, so he intended to leave and look some place else, but a small voice made him stop in his tracks.

“dad? is- is that you?” the whisper was coming from under the bed, and kaeya turned over his heels with a confused look.

if he’s home, you should be too, right?

he knelt on the floor and bent to look under his bed, to find an absolutely terrified figure of your son, holding his knees close to his chest.

“buddy?” kaeya chuckled “what on earth are you doing here?”

he offered the boy a hand, and pulled him out of his hiding place, settling him in his lap, fixing his hair.

“why’re ya home alone? were you grounded? now, be honest with me” he said with faux seriousness, a gentle smile lingering on his lips, but the boy just wrapped his arms around kaeya’s neck, quiet cries leaving his throat as he sniffled and mumbled something the man couldn’t quite get.

“hey, hey. easy now, whatever you did, i’m sure i can negotiate and get you out of trouble.”

“my room” the kid whispered “something came into my room. something not- not human”

kaeya stifled at the words.

the abyss order?

no, that couldn’t be. why would they strike at his family home? he was just another one of the knights. his office would be a far more attractive striking point.

right?

“buddy, we covered monsters from wardrobes and from under the bed already, they’re not real, remember? uncle aether was just scaring you that one time-“ he kept explaining in a soothing manner, up until he pushed the door open with his foot. “holy fuck” he whispered, unconsciously covering the little boy’s eyes. “listen, chief, be a good boy for me and wait right here, aight?”

with that, he put the kid down, and closed the door right before his eyes, forgetting about the danger that could still be present.

he only heard blood rushing through his veins and his heart beating out of his chest, and only thought of you.

he rushed to your side, hands gently patting your cheeks to wake you up.

“oi, come on, don’t pull this on me” he laughed almost historically “wake up, alright, prank’s over, you won”

he shook your body for a good minute, calling out for you and denying the fact that was already getting to him, until he finally realized - you weren’t breathing, there was no pulse, and the water that mixed with your blood on the floor indicated clearly who was responsible for this.

a strained sob came out of his throat, eyes roaming to notice one of his swords in your hand, fingers curled on the handle.

you were- you died-

protecting your son?

“i should’ve been there” he whispered to the room, eyes wide and set on nothing in particular “fuck, i should’ve saved the both of you, if only i-“

there was no if only. he wasn’t at the bar, he wasn’t bothering diluc for no reason, he wasn’t out with rosaria. he was just doing his job, he was working, like any other day.

it wasn’t anything he did that was at fault here. no mistake was made, the only reason for your death was

him?

he suddenly realized, the abyss order came here for a substitution for him. if he was no <savior> material, then they wanted to make one of his son. it made perfect sense.

the only thing you did to deserve this cruel fate was to choose him, out of the hundreds of men in mondstadt. your mistake was getting close to him.

he was dangerous just by caring about somebody. a walking bomb, ready to explode at any given moment.

how could he forget that? he didn’t need to leave his son to fail him. he only needed to be there.

the boy had opened the door.

“dad…?”

“i thought i specifically told you to wait outside?” kaeya turned around swiftly and glared art the kid, causing fear to settle into his eyes.

he immediately shook off the trans he was in.

“sorry kiddo, i didn’t mean to yell. i’m sorry, aight?” he reached a hand out to the child in a calming motion. “come on, let’s get you somewhere safe”

“i don’t wa-”

“it’s not up for discussion” kaeya summed up firmly, taking his son’s hand a little too harshly.

diluc

there was really no one better you could choose as the father of your kids rather than diluc. it’d be a blatant lie to say he was a natural, but he had a gentle soul, hands as delicate, and a heart bigger than the entirety of mondstadt combined.

the arrival of your daughter onto this world was the happiest day of his life. she was like a whole new sun for him, shining on his days and chasing the clouds away from his mind.

the huge mansion that was dawn winery suffered from silence for ages, since him and kaeya grew up, and you and her brought the light it needed back into the building’s long forgotten corridors, laughter into it’s ballrooms and filling for its empty spaces. he could swear even the grapes grew better with the both of you around.

he was focused on making a rather complicated drink, back at angel’s share, one for a show for his customers. as he poured liquor over the brim of the glass, explaining what he was doing out loud, his eyes shifted to a panting figure that just ran through the door, opening it with a loud slam.

a winery worker? he thought, surprised, and leaned over to hear what the guy wanted to whisper to him, not shifting his attention from the glass.

he only put down the bottle once he heard the bottom of the message.

“what do you mean treasure borders?” he said out loud, eyes wide, already excusing the clients, calling over another bartender. he grabbed his coat and was out the door.

upon arriving in the winery, he was greeted with many terrified looks, and people cleaning up mess created by an obvious attack.

“why the fuck is no one working around here?” he shouted, while walking towards the winery’s door. “how many of you all men are here? can’t you stand your ground when faced with a bunch of small criminals? if you’re really all this soft and mushy then maybe i should do some firing?”

diluc was a gentle soul, but as they say, is always the quiet ones who’s rage takes over the quickest.

“master diluc, i do sincerely apologize-“ the second-in-command of the winery, an old man, at that, started, but the red headed man just sent him a calming look.

“forget it. has anybody checked on my wife and spouse?” he asked, routinely, or so he thought, because the butler’s face went white, as he replied:

“aren’t they on a… on a trip?”

diluc’s eyes widened once more.

“no, no they’re not!” he raised his voice again, steps speeding up into a run upstairs, to where your rooms were. “love, are you both fi-“ he started, but no more words would come out.

in the middle of the floor sat his nearly ten year old daughter, your head laid on her lap, helpless whispers of begging for help filling the room. your weapon was lying somewhere near, but had been tossed aside rather thoughtlessly, and a lot of drawers around were opened, as if someone had been searching for gold, or other goods.

in a second he was near, checking pulse, breathing, trying desperately to help wake you up, as your daughter kept shaking her head, telling him she had already tried it all, her words falling onto deaf ears.

“wake up, wake up, wake the fuck up” he prayed and repeated like a mantra, his begging resulting it nothing at all.

“dad.” she tried to make him focus, but to no avail. “dad!” she yelled louder, his eyes locking with hers, and just like that,

he saw a younger version of himself inside her pain-filled gaze. he felt as if he travelled back in time, fifteen years, almost, and looked in the eye of the young and vengeful diluc ragnvindr, who’s sword had just been stained with the blood of his own father, emptiness being all that filled his mind, his eyes wandering in search for any solace, never to find anything of the sort. 

he saw his own anguish, his own pain, his own internal cry for help that never really came. but what would he say? he, an adult, at peace with his emotions, what would he say to a younger spirit in such need of both consolation and a way to let out the anger constantly rising in his gut? what were the right words he desired to hear all those years ago, and why did he suddenly not remember anything? 

how could he stop the trauma that he knew so damn well from infecting the heart and soul of his beloved daughter as well? 

he could feel himself failing in the archon-sent role of being a father, yet he didn’t know how to turn back from the road he was entering. he only knew to keep himself collected, so that she could panic all she wanted. but how could one be collected at the loss of his one and only love, his whole life? 

“hey” he whispered, grabbing the girl’s hand. his thumb stroked her skin gently, as he sighed, regaining himself, moving over to check up on her. “are you hurt?” 

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~warnings;; manga walhalla arc minor spoilers, canon divergence, death, blood, knife

~genre;; angst, hurt

~wc;; 1544

~characters;; hanemiya kazutora x gn!reader

~listen to;; one step forward, 3 steps back by olivia rodrigo

;;authors note at the end;;

what is he thinking? thats the first thing that goes through hanemiya kazutora's mind the second he steps in juvie. he just killed his best friend's brother. got his other friend in huge trouble. what is even happening to his life right now?

the two years in juvie feel like a lifetime. and the one person who believed in him all this time, was you. you, who was close friends with mikey and baji, you, who would give him the biggest smile. you, who would visit him everyday in juvie, tell him about your day. he noticed how you would never mention toman, scared to hurt him, scared to hurt yourself. he didnt even know why you bothered to even check up on him. each time he saw you, he felt more and more guilty, and he knew that was how you felt as well.

———

two years had finally passed, and you had stopped coming a few months ago. you would send letters instead, telling him about how your day was, though he couldnt help but realize how much shorter, how much vaguer they were then when you first started sending him stuff. its only fair to him, he thought.

he'd gone insane. and he knew that. the day he decided to join walhalla, you confronted him infront of his appartment.

"what the hell do you think youre doing? kazutora, youre better than this, i know that. i know you. please, dont do this."

he had only looked at you, eyes devoid of emotion.

"you, you dont know anything. stop pretending to know me. because you dont, ive changed, and you cant even realize. you call that "knowing" someone?"

he was nearly screaming at that point.

"you abandoned me in juvie! you left me to rot there, you sent meaningless letters, you shouldve just said goodbye once and for all. are you sure you even know me? or are you keeping up a facade because you feel pity for me? because if thats the case, i dont fucking need it. get out of here, i dont want to see you again."

and, hes done it. pitter, patter. was that the sound of the rain or the sound of your tears? you didnt know anymore.

those words hurt, not only him, but you. those were the last words he said to you before he walked away, eyes glassy. the next time you met would be the worst day of his life.

------

kazutora leaves his appartment that morning instantly dreading the day ahead of him. its not gonna end well, thats all he knows. he keeps up his wall. he acts smug as usual that day though hes anxiously waiting the very moment he sees your face again. that day he screamed at you still haunts him. he can only hope it was enough to drive you away from him.

------

toman vs walhalla. the fight starts in an abandoned parking lot. quite ironic that the sign behind them says "safety first", because this fight is going to be anything but safe.

both sides stand on either sides of the dirty lot. they stare eachother down, both desperate to win this fight. oh, and there it is. you stare at kazutora harshly, a slight crease of your eyebrows, and he feels like hes done for right then and there. hes already lost this fight, its already over for him. he feels like crying for a second, his eyes gloss over for a split second before returning to usual. he sets his mind straight, attempting his best to push the image of you out of his head for the sake of this "reputation" hes built up for himself. he could laugh at how pathetic he is in this moment. he steps forward, stopping right in front of draken. forces himself to smile wide.

-------

the fight is a whirlwind for him. all he registers is hitting mikey in the head, then collapsing himself. oh crap, is what he thinks when he picks up his pole to hit mikey. you would never forgive him for this. but what does he even care about your opinion?

right?

the first thing he sees when he regains partial conscience is baji. baji, talking to chifuyu. and a string snaps in his brain. again? again, has somebody left him? now he only has you, and he's not even sure if you can count as someone that's truly on his side.

selfish selfish selfish selfish is all that that goes through his mind. he has no control over his body, his personality has split, his hands moving on his own. picking up a knife, what am i doing? walking down the mountain of cars. looking at baji makes him irritated. looking at you, you, who was standing right next to baji made him even more insane. why, how could you forgive baji? why did baji deserve forgiveness when he didn't? what did baji have that he lacked?

then again, its not like he's met anyone's expectations before.

-------

slowly, ever so slowly, stalking down the mountain of broken down engines, he takes up his knife, preparing to end whatever he had caused.

he has no control over his body, flickers between conscious and unconscious, dark and insane, in control of his body and being controlled by something known as insanity.

coming up behind baji, the moment takemichi decides to turn his head, he drives the knife forward.

only it doesn't hit who he thought it was. it doesn't hit baji's flesh, but what it does cut is yours.

the knife digs into your stomach and you spit out blood. your eyes are wide, not knowing why you did that anyway. perhaps it was so that kazutora wouldn't be blamed.

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the last time you talked with kazutora was the day he lashed out on you. you slowly walked back home, feet getting heavier and heavier by the step. the second you get home, you collapse on your bed, screaming into your pillow, blaming yourself for falling for someone so unstable, someone who could never love you back.

-----

the sound the knife makes as it punctures your back is disgusting. kazutora wants to die the second he realizes what he's done. everybody looks at him in surprise, not anticipating such a turn to the fight. your body crumples right in front of him, and its like a stab in his own heart when he knows that he's the reason that this, whatever this is, has turned into such a result.

his heart sinks right then and there.

———

everyone is wide-eyed. even kisaki stares at the situation, nobody dares say anything.

kazutora drops to his knees. letting go of his knife, which rolls down the pile of cars, occasionally screeching a bit, until it hits the bottom. mikey stares at it, before directing his attention back up to kazutora, his eyes full of hatred. he’s about to run up when draken puts a hand on his shoulder.

mikey shoots him a glare, the fuck are you doing? draken only stares forward and mikey decides to comply just this once. takemichi and baji look on at the unfolding situation with disbelief. nobody has fully registered the situation apart from kazutora.

said individual’s mood turns a whole 180. he grabs your body in his hands, and you look upwards giving him a small smile.

“kazutora, you finally look worried yeah?” you manage to spit out, eyes drooping.

“y/n, no stop talking, just- i am so so sorry please, hang on for-”

“kazutora, i’m not going to make this one. this isn’t your fault, it’s fine. promise me to leave me some flowers, the ones we saw at the park together, hm?”

“thanks, kazu.”

the use of his nickname is the last string that snaps. he bursts out in tears, his eyes running, he manages to nod his head.

“ill be waiting, but don’t come too soon you idiot” you grin up at him, giving him the biggest smile you’ve smiled in months.

“i love you”

and it’s the last thing he hears your voice say before your body goes cold and so does his.

———

you guys used to walk home together, always passing by this one park. you saw a butterfly once who led you to a small pink flower, one so small but so vibrant. you called it destiny and he said it was “weird”. he wished he spent more time with you, let you know how special you were to him. little did he know that somewhere, you regretted every second you didn’t spend with him as well.

———

the next day, kazutora walks alone to that park. no heavy backpack, no you beside him.

he follows another butterfly, one that was yellow. it reminds him of the yellow bracelet you always wore.

he picks a small pink flower, bringing it to your grave. he sits down, holding back his tears, and placing the flower right in the middle of the grave.

he looks up to the sky and says,

“i love you too.”

he leaves a small note on the grave. if somebody were to unfold the paper, it would read “destiny”.

though nobody ever did open the note.

a/n; MAJSHD okay so if you’ve read this far hi hello thank u

GHIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING AN ACTUAL FIC so yeah mhm this might suck HELP

BIG THANKS TO @rim0na BECAUSE SHE LITERALLY HELPED ME CRAFT THE ENTIRE THING SO YEAH THANKS RIM

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Pairing: Unholy blood Baal x reader.

Warnings: Very slight spoilers of the ending.

Friends to lovers with Baal:

You actually met Baal before he became a vampire.

You had agreed to go to this magic show with your friend.

Ya'll had just finished all of your scheduled exams and you figured that you really needed a break.

Normally, you would go drinking or partying at the red bomb club since it was what all the other students did.

But your friend had insisted on going to the new magic show everyone was talking about.

Magicians and all of that stuff wasn't really your thing but you didn't have anything better to do.

You couldn´t quite comprehend where the hype for this show was coming from. Especially all these young people interested on it.

Wasn't this type of thing for families with little kids? Or for old people?

Anyways. You were already there so it was better to try to enjoy it a bit.

And oh boy...

It was amazing.

You had never seen anything like it! It wasn't like all those magic shows where you can clearly see or undertand the trick behind it.

It was truly incredible. Everything seemed impossible to achieve, and yet, the magician acted as if he could do it with his eyes closed. As if it was nothing.

You had never been more impressed with anything in your entire life.

So when the show ended, you just needed to tell this surreal person hoy much you liked it.

You approached the charismatic magician when some girls who asked for his autograph were leaving.

"Excuse me! I just wanted to say that that was absolutely incredible. The way you made a whole ass table disappear? Wow."

And before you realized it, you were babbling in front of this complete stranger.

The magician looked at you with great intrigue in his eyes.

He honestly thought it was very funny how freaked out you were and he figured that you probably didn't come to this type of shows often.

You seemed genuinely impressed.

Baal wasn't fond of people. In fact, he didn't like people one bit.

But, for the first time in his life, there was someone who was being nice to him.

Sure, he had people asking for autographs and pictures but they usually just approached him for that. Never to rant about the whole act like you did.

So he invited you to come to his next show.

And of course you wouldn't miss it for anything in the world.

So you went once more and you were just as stunned as the last time.

And he invited you to the next, and the next, and the next.

Before he knew it, Baal realized that he had a friend... For the first time ever.

You wouldn't miss on any show and at some point you guys started hanging out after each of them.

You knew how they treated Baal at work.

He couldn't hide it. He would always have new bruises that you always ended up tending to.

Not that you minded, you were just worried about him.

But he insisted that he was fine.

Sometimes you would have some free time from school and you would help him prepare for his tricks.

Well, you would play with Daniel while Baal prepared his show far away from you.

He said that it would be unprofessional to reveal his tricks to you.

But in truth, he loved how impressed you always were and he didn't want to ruin that by revealing you his secrets.

Suddenly, and completely out of nowhere, Baal just disappeared for a whole week. You had seen in the news that the theater he worked at had burnt and you tried to locate him for days.

You had never been more worried in your entire life.

That was when he was turned into a vampire.

He was completely devastated.

And not even by the fact that he had been turned into what he considered a monster.

But by the fact that he only had five years left to live, which meant, only five years left to be with you.

He trusted you so much that he wasn't afraid of telling you that he was a vampire. He just couldn't face the fact that you were going to be absolutely shattered when you found out.

And when he finally gathered the courage to tell you, you were.

It was so unfair! he was a good person, he didn't deserve this.

But Baal wasn't going to give up that easily.

He was going to save daniel from the fact that now he also had five years left, and he was going to stay with you.

He had heard rumors.

Stories about vampires living for more than five years.

He just had to become an Angel of death.

It took him a while.

He did many things he wasn't proud of.

But he made it. He was an angel of death now. He got himself 50 more years to live.

But there was a problem.

What he expected to be the only way to be near you, turned exactly into what was going to get you away from him.

He had earned himself a lot of enemies, a lot of people who wanted him death.

He was surrounded by the biggest scumbags of the country and he knew it wasn't fair to put you at risk.

So he got away from you.

No more calls, or late night walks... Nothing.

You were devastated. You feared that something might have happened to him.

He accepted the idea of never being able to tell you how he felt about you. To tell you that he loved you.

He had realized it a while ago.

He had once decided to make you dinner himself since he didn't have a lot of money to treat you to a restaurant.

You had already finnished your meal and after long minutes of you praising his cooking skills, which he adored, You stood up and went to look out the window.

The windows on the old auditory were quite big, with some space at the bottom where one could sit or put things on.

You sat there, telling him about something related to one of your assignatures. He doesn't know what though, he wasn't listening anymore.

He was lost, seeing how the lights of the street illuminated your face during the silent night.

And he realized that you weren't like him.

You had a family, lots of friends, things you could be doing, parties you were probably invited to but declined because, for some reason, you decided to be in that musty theater with him.

And as the wind subtly brushed away the hair from your face, he realized that this, this view, was everything he wanted to see for the rest of his life.

He didn't need anything more.

You laughing at all of his jokes, helping him with Daniel, babbling about everything you liked. Him. That was it.

But of course, now, he wouldn't be able to tell you that.

Or so he tought.

After years since the last time he had talked to you, he met Hayan.

And for the first time in a while, he felt hope.

This girl was slaying Angels of death as if they were nothing.

And she was clearly stronger than "God."

If she defeated him, he could be free! He could be with you without putting you at risk. He could save Daniel.

But not everything went as planned.

When things with Daniel started to get rough, he decided it was time to look for you.

He needed someone by his side in a moment like this, and now, he would only have you.

He also figured you would want to say goodbye to the noble lion.

During his time as an Angel of death, Baal never lost track of you. He knew what you were doing, where you lived, what was going on in your life.

He wanted to make sure you were okay.

Honestly, he expected you to close the door right on his face for leaving you for so long.

But that was not the case. You jumped right at him.

You had spent all these years worried about him, it made him feel very guilty but he knew it had been for the best.

But you were so happy to see him, you were even babbling... Again.

Telling him all of the things you thought that had happened to him, and answering your own questions before he could.

You did say goodbye to Daniel and you accompanied Baal during his loss. It was just the three of you. Just like in the old times.

Time went on, and Hayan finally defeated Yohan.

He realized he had no idea what he was going to do with his life, but he had one thing very clear.

He wasn't going to let you go again.

It took him a long time to fix his mistakes an make up for all the lost time and pain he caused you.

But he managed to get your trust back and suddenly, you two were just as close as you used to be.

Exept that everything was different now. Now he could tell you how much he loved you. How he never stopped loving you.

Now, Baal is very cocky. So I would be lying if I told you that he was surprised when you told him that you loved him too.

He was not.

He already knew that.

How could anyone not love him? He is enchanting!

However, that doesn't mean he wasn't incredibly happy to hear you say it.

And most importantly, you finally were together.

Baal decided to go back to his old days as a magician for good.

Especially now that his favourite fan was by his side again.

There is A LOT of teasing from Euntae towards you two.

Baal will never admit it and neither will Euntae but they are the closest thing each other has to a best friend.

Hayan and you are definitely besties and not afraid to say it.

Double dates.

Euntae and Baal get competitive over the most stupid things.

"The other day, Hayan asked me to change a light bulb and I did it in 3 minutes. Easiest thing ever."

"Yeah? I have been changing light bulbs since I was 5. I could do it in 2 minutes."

And Hayan and you are just sitting there like 👁️👁️.

"Who changes light bulbs since they were 5?"

Overall he is a great guy.

And he is trying to compensate for all he did while he worked for Yohan.

Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

A true romantic.

Wakes you up with breakfast in bed and flowers.

"What would you like for dinner, love?"

you could ask him to make you the most difficult dish in the world, and he would.

Sometimes you feel a bit guilty because he only cooks for you, obviously.

So you sit there with your fancy dish while he's just there watching you eat.

Grinning like an idiot.

He isn't perfect though.

He makes a lot of inappropriate comments in public.

And of course, in private.

But you actually secretly like it. You just won't tell him because you know those comments would exponentially increase.

Lots of gifts.

He wasn't able to afford things back when you met him but he sure as hell can now.

He is more of a compulsive buyer than you.

He is a simple man. He sees a dress, he likes it, he buys it.

Immaculate taste *cheff kiss*

He always smells like expensive cologne and you love it.

He says "I love you" all the time, sometimes he even blows kisses at you when he ends a show.

The whole audience think it's for them tho.

He would do anything for you.

He spent half of his life thinking he didn't have a family and the other half thinking he didn't deserve one.

It took him a long time to realize that he had one for a while, and now that he got it back, he is not letting go.

I was extremely unsure on wether to mention Daniel's death or not because I feel like he might be alive but if that's the case I'll just edit it. This was super fun to write, honestly! Never enough of Baal.

CHAPTER 223 SPOILERS

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jealous! kazutora

jealous kazutora —  hc (♡)

characters — KAZUTORA, (Y/N) - GN! reader

a/n — sorry for taking so long anon, i hope u like it + sorry for the grammar errors the website i use to correct it is currently down >:(

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my guy is really scary when he’s jealous honestly

he’s about to turn into nanno any second, he really doesn’t play with that at all

he’d be hanging out with baji & a few other friends when he spotted you having a picnic with your friend

“hey, kazutora isn’t that (y/n)?”

“yeah, it is..”

he kept his eyes on you but when your friend suddenly threw an arm around you, his blood started to boil and kazutora was going to explode any second now

his heart started to feel heavy too, scared that you’d leave him for your friend

that’s when he excused himself and ran off to sit beside you, you and your friend obviously shocked by his sudden appearance

“oh! hi babe, i didn’t know you were around. this is my boyfriend kazutora”

he’d smile at the other person with the creepy smile he does when he’s about to go feral

kazutora’s arms would sneak up behind you and pull you closer to him

and you’d feel him leaving kisses on the back of your head, to your neck and down your shoulders

he’d be quiet as he listens to your conversation but would be observing your friend from their movements to the way they talk

we all know that kazutora’s eyes are pretty big and scary especially when he’s mad or annoyed

it would give anyone chills up their back when they’re being watched by someone like him which includes your friend

“(y/n), i’m going to the restroom, i’ll be back”

“oh okay sure!”

after they left, you’d look over to your boyfriend who was watching them leave and after they disappeared out of his sight, he’d pretend like nothing happened

“kazutora, why did you keep doing that?”

“huh? do what?”

he’d be sitting there, looking around acting like he’s innocent

“you know we’ve been dating long enough for me to know when you’re jealous”

“huh? me? i never get jealous”

“the worst actor award goes to kazutora hanemiya!!”

“babe- no, wait"

in the end he’d eventually confess to it and would look like mort from madagascar after doing so

so please (y/n) reassure him that you won’t leave him and give him the love he deserves ♡

⤹  𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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[ 𝟏:𝟓𝟕 𝐀𝐌 ] — 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀

it’s cold.

that’s the first thing kisaki thinks when he wakes up, eyebrows furrowing when the bed is empty and devoid of you and your usual warmth beside him. sitting up, he groans as he stretches his muscles out, hastily climbing out to find you. he tries to convince himself not to panic.

the bathroom lights are off—he notes all your things are thankfully still there—and so are the hallway lights, and so are the living room lights, but the kitchen seems to be lit. sighing, he walks in, watching from the entrance as you sit at the table, swirling a cup of tea around in your mug glumly.

“you should be in bed,” he says dryly. you don’t even blink, staring off ahead.

“what’s it to you?” you scowl. he grits his teeth, eyes narrowing as they stare down at you. it’s scrutinizing—everything seems to be when it comes to kisaki. he’s always got something to say, and it’s grown tiring for you.

“watch it,” he warns, making you roll your eyes. staring up at him, there’s a small pool of tears at the corner of your eyes, and his anger slowly ebbs away. for the first time, he takes in how hallow your eyes seem and how disappointed you are. and he feels himself fearing your withdrawal from him—the rejection seems unbearable if it comes from you.

“you go back to bed,” you wave off. “i’ll come in a bit.” you try to hide the shakiness of your voice, but he catches it immediately. and as scrutinizing as kisaki can be, as nit-picky to every detail as he can seem, as hard to please and even harder to decipher as he is, he’s always known exactly what you needed and exactly what to do.

“won’t be able to fall asleep,” he mutters quietly, sitting beside you at the table. he snatches your mug from your hand, taking a long sip of your tea.

“tetta, seriously?” you groan. his lips curl into a smirk, the mug meeting his lips again as he finishes the contents in one large gulp. you should kill him, you think, he’s gotten away with enough anyway.

but his smile is pretty, and the messy bed hair that frames his face is prettier. it makes you smile despite yourself.

“i see you grinning, dumbass,” he says cooly. “you’re not mad.” reaching over, you take the mug from him, giving his shoulder a good shove in the process. it’s halfhearted and it wouldn’t do anything, but he leans his body to the side anyway, his theatrics giving you the satisfaction of seeing him lose his balance slightly.

“i won’t forget the things you said to me,” you whisper. the words underneath are clear. they’ve left a scar. his heart cracks a little, and he wonders if you’ve realized you have the power to batter it until it’s weak. it wouldn’t be hard—one foot out the door and kisaki’s lost all that makes him a man, but he hopes it doesn’t come to that.

“they weren’t true,” he mumbles. “nothing i said was true.” his hair falls onto his eyes, and even though you’re mad, and hurt, and incredibly tired, you find it second nature to reach forward and brush the strands out of his face.

he immediately presses his own palm to the back of your hand, holding it in place and leaning his face into it. and it’s rare to see a small bit of vulnerability from kisaki, to see him so openly hint that he wants—that he needs an ounce of affection, but you know he craves it, and he’s lost without it on most days.

so, with a sigh, you brush your thumb over his cheek, shaking your head at how soft you are for him. loving him’s not easy, but perhaps that’s why you do it. the difficult tasks are always the most rewarding ones in the end.

“tetta—”

“baby,” he corrects. a small grin etches across your lips.

“how about gumdrop?”

“don’t push it,” he purses his lips, and you laugh. and it’s beautiful, he thinks, the soft glow of your face as the dimly lit kitchen illuminates your skin. your head thrown back in your laughing fit sends waves that crash over his heart. he’s casted away from everything else for a moment, all he can focus on being you. and he’s not mad, couldn’t ever be.

“okay, fine,” you agree. the smile on your face slowly falters, but his grip on your hand doesn’t. “baby, i’m just…i can’t deal with the things you say sometimes,” you whisper. “i’m not cut out for this,” you admit.

“you don’t have to be,” he soothes. “i’m working on it. i won’t say things like that anymore,” he promises. and it’s hard to tell if it’s the truth or not, but he sounds determined. and kisaki’s never given a reason not to believe him, he’s always gone great lengths to give you what he promises. so, with a shaky sigh, you lean into his embrace, hearing the beating of his heart in his chest. it’s the same heartbeat that soothes you to sleep each night and matches the rhythm of yours. he kisses the crown of your head, and nothing has ever made him feel as whole and seen and complete as the feel of your skin against his.

“promise?” you whisper.

“yeah, whatever. i promise,” he mumbles. pulling away, you cup his cheeks, taking in the sleep that’s still laced in his eyes, smiling gently at the sight. kissing his nose, then his cheeks, then finally, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips, you stroke your fingers through his hair as he leans into your palm.

“okay,” you nod. he glances at you expectantly. “what?”

“and…?”

“and…?” you tease.

“say it,” he glares. rolling your eyes, you hug his waist, feeling his hand rub over the small of your back.

“i love you,” you murmur. and with an equally as demanding tone, you add, “say it back.”

and it’s his turn to roll his eyes as he mumbles “i love you too.”

LOOK AT HIM HES JUDGING YOU SJGDBS HE'S LIKE "KAY DUD YOU PICKED ME UP NOW WHAT? FCKING WEIRDO" AKJDBDNDSB HE'S SO CUTE

keep living

featuring — hanemiya kazutora

genre — fluff

author’s note — yes, i’m totally late for the party and its not even fashionable in any way. but i still want to celebrate it because hanemiya kazutora deserves the world. (@walhalla i’m gonna need a spare brain, mine is still fried)

there are times when you’d notice your boyfriend spacing out. considering how overwhelming his life has been, kazutora cant help but feel lost sometimes, in life and thought. so when he leaves your shared bed in the middle of the night for a long ride, you dont question his action at all. you’d wait for his return, fully aware of his search for a sense of peace you’re unable to provide.

one of the times when his aimless wanders would go further than any others is the night before his birthday. you’ve been together for years, but on every morning of 16th july, you’d find his side of the bed cold, as if he’d never been there at all. he’d then come home with a fake smile plastered on his face, and your heart broke into pieces.

when the next 15th july rolled around, you prepared yourself yet again. except it didnt happen like you’ve expected. that night, kazutora held your hand in his slightly trembling one, eyes dancing with a mixture of emotion, ‘come with me?’. you didnt even bother to change out of your night dress.

and as the memory of the wind howling alongside blinding headlights, roads and sceneries gradually became unfamiliar and fast beating of your boyfriend’s heart underneath your embrace burned to your mind, you felt like you’ve entered a fragment of his world that he had kept hidden away.

'we’re here’, he said as you scanned the unknown land. the 'here’ in front of you presented itself in the form of a vast grassy field on a cliff overlooking the sea. the stars above accompanied your long, silent night of waiting. and if he didnt caress your fingers with his callous ones, you’d thought that he had forgotten that you’re there at all. before long, the world faded away as you drown in the sound of his heartbeat next to your ear.

morning greeted you with feathery kisses by the salty breeze and warmth of your boyfriend’s jacket that had shielded you from the chill of the previous night. 'good morning’, you sat up, expecting nothing in return. only to feel his lips connected to yours in a long, delicate kiss, it left you breathless.

'another year for me to live’, kazutora sighed softly, a familiar emptiness in his eyes. a silent 'another year i dont deserve’ left unuttered. caressing your fingers for a few moments, he continued, 'i’m sorry i made you wait for so long. i-’. you captured his lips in a desperate kiss, wanting him to stop thinking, needed him to.

'i’ll wait for you forever. as long as you need, i’ll be there for you’. your eyes met his in a pool of tears. 'so dont ever apologize!’, your voice broke, and his own tears that he had been holding back spilled down his cheeks in a steady, unstoppable flow.

'is it really okay for me to keep living?’. instantly, he’s in a tight embrace you’ve pulled him into, whispering, 'more than okay’. you kept holding him close as he wailed his heart out until he’s reduced to a delicate, sniffling mess.

on your laps, his eyes were puffy from crying for too long, dried tears on his red cheeks. but there’s a soft smile on his lips as he gazed up at you. 'you can say it now’.

his smile widened to the sound of your sweet laughter that makes his heart flutter every time. leaning down to place a kiss on the tip of his nose, you felt your own heart skipping a beat. 'happy birthday, my love. thank you for being in my life for another year’.

kazutora caressed your chin with his thumb, intertwining your fingers with his in another hand. 'no. thank you for being in my life at all’. connecting your lips with his once again, he’s finally found his peace.

Artem Wing and Artem Wingwoman

get to know me, pick some numbers.

1. selfie 2. what would you name your future kids? 3. do you miss anyone? 4. what are you looking forward to? 5. is there anyone who can always make you smile? 6. is it hard for you to get over someone? 7. what was your life like last year? 8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed? 9. who did you last see in person? 10. are you good at hiding your feelings? 11. are you listening to music right now? 12. what is something you want right now? 13. how do you feel right now? 14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you? 15. personality description 16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t? 17. opinion on insecurities. 18. do you miss how things were a year ago? 19. have you ever been to New York? 20. what is your favourite song at the moment? 21. age and birthday? 22. description of crush. 23. fear(s) 24. height 25. role model 26. idol(s) 27. things i hate 28. i’ll love you if… 29. favourite film(s) 30. favourite tv show(s) 31. 3 random facts 32. are your friends mainly girls or guys? 33. something you want to learn 34. most embarrassing moment 35. favourite subject 36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill? 37. favourite actor/actress 38. favourite comedian(s) 39. favourite sport(s) 40. favourite memory 41. relationship status 42. favourite book(s) 43. favourite song ever 44. age you get mistaken for 45. how you found out about your idol 46. what my last text message says 47. turn ons 48. turn offs 49. where i want to be right now 50. favourite picture of your idol 51. starsign 52. something i’m talented at 53. 5 things that make me happy 54. something thats worrying me at the moment 55. tumblr friends 56. favourite food(s) 57. favourite animal(s) 58. description of my best friend 59. why i joined tumblr 60. ask me anything you want

“ⓘ Reblog if you’re bisexual, gay, lesbian, asexual, pansexual, transgender or a supporter.”

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Thank you for writing mc, idk why i simp for her <3 (i mean she's gorgeous tho)

relaтιonѕнιp нeadcanonѕ

More like I ramble about chars to get a feel for them before writing fics,, sorry this is so casual

Includes Marius, Vyn, Artem, Luke, and the MC!

мarιυѕ von нagen

I REALLY like that YES he has money and uses it but isn’t the down to earth rich person trope? He acknowledges his responsibility and power and uses it to his advantage, but doesn’t get lost in either side of himself. He’s still a good amount of trope tho

He’s pouty and playful while retaining a really nice balance (albeit somewhat hidden) between that and being able to make hard and fast decisions as a CEO.

He rly wants to just be an artist tho skkakdjsjrkkwt

He’s so mf annoying (affectionate) sometimes okay,,, if he’s in a mood and you’re working? Not anymore lol you’re in his lap his arms are around you and he’s pouting into your neck :(

LOVES your hands. Loves them. Unconditionally and forever. Any scars or blemishes? Incredible. Vitiligo? He’s kissing your fingers as often as possible. Lil moles or freckles? He memorizes where they are and traces over those spots on his own hand when he’s lonely at work

Don’t take him to your house he’ll invite himself to your shower and drag you in with him to wash your hair. Yes he brought you new hair care stuff, he researched your hair type and brought the best products

If you have trouble accepting money or gifts you’re in for it,,, if you flat out tell him no, he’ll stop! But if he can tell you’re not 100% about refusing his gifts they’ll become commonplace

His favorite gifts to give you are things he’s made or personalized. Gifts you paintings and sculptures often, but if he’s really busy with work he’ll have a stash of meaningful designs and have them engraved on something for you

Am I projecting a little with the gift giving and touch love languages? No I’m not bc it’s canon ANYWAYS

He’s pretty lowkey about his identity so some of your friends are absolutely wigged at finding out he’s the CEO of Pax

Refuses to call you by your code name smh Queen is not it bb

Tell him early on if you like or dislike PDA bc he’s really versatile with it. Amongst the NXX he’s always got a hand on you somehow but in public or with anyone else? It varies HUGELY. Sometimes he can’t let go of you and other times he keeps his shoulder to yours and nothing more. Is it sensory or just a mood thing? That’s up to you ≧◠‿◠≦

vyn rιcнтer

Never ever ever forgets a meaningful date wtf,,, those he writes down so it makes SOME sense but also! Every piece of personal info you give him is instantly stored and ready for use. It’s equal parts endearing and shady

Unless you ask him to stop, he’ll openly read you. The only difference you’ll make by voicing discomfort is that he just doesn’t say it aloud when he does it

Secretly loves you stealing his glasses

Don’t ask why he has both a wristwatch and a pocketwatch, 50/50 chance you’ll be endeared or put off

He DOES get jealous but he’d never pass into yandere territory

If you’re here for soft vyn get off my blog /hj he’s sweet and I love him but there’s deadass something wrong w him (but I’ll never write yandere nor do I think he’d be one)

He doesn’t get JEALOUS if someone he doesn’t know helps you he’ll pout (maybe seethe just a little), he just really wants to be someone dependable to you skjjjsjejfjejtjss mild puppy moment

You’re one of the only ppl he can take places pls say yes if he asks, maybe he’s so off bc he’s got no friends loser

Can fight a bitch but will not

Really likes power rushes

Takes you to back alley restaurants that are ABSOLUTELY fronts for all kinds of illegal activity, but their food is incredible so you’re not complaining

arтeм wιng

He doesn’t blush, but when he gets flustered he DOES make it obvious snqkdjwnjrjw his fist goes to his mouth and he cannot make eye contact, sometimes he’ll even force down a nervous smile

Such a good mf listener he’s so interested in every word you say

His kisses are either barely there or passionate asf there is no inbetween

Teaches you how to shoot TEACHES YOU HOW TO SHOOT both for the sport and self-defense

Rly likes holding your hand while he drives, if you can’t then his hand is v innocently on your thigh. He just wants to touch you lmfao and he can’t do it at work

Doesn’t hold your hand while walking, but! He holds it every other chance he gets. Coffee shop, stopping to take a photo, bookstore, etc

When jealous he’ll put a hand on your waist or smth but nothing extreme until he gets drunk lmaooo then he’s mad but very easy to placate and put to sleep

Please tuck him in when he’s drunk, he hates it <3

Dw tho he doesn’t drink often and being truly sloshed is rare

ARTEM. Artem I understand you’re a lawyer but you cannot be this upset when I pirate movies and expensive programs. Artem give the computer back

Artem having a sleep schedule does not mean it’s a GOOD one you need more than 6 hours

His love languages are more quality time, words of affirmation, and acts of service, but he does really enjoy touch. Only one he doesn’t rly do is gift giving

Wear his tie and he’ll go kinda insane bc it’s so cute and YES you’re his aaaa

lυĸe pearce

Sweet boy. He’s so mf sweet

Scrambles to hold doors open for you

First sign of danger he shifts into cool, protective mode, but otherwise all of his attention is trained on you when you’re with him. It’s less when he’s working, but even then he wants you to talk to him. He engages in more banter when he works, is it a confidence thing?

Not that he has an issue with confidence, but maybe he feels his work is impressive so he shifts into a playful but focused mindset

Gives you candy and all his clothes. All of them. He’s not even slick about it LUKE YOUR WHOLE CLOSET CANNOT FIT IN MINE

Wants clothes of yours too, better buy some oversized shirts

Touching you all the time if you’re comfy with it, juss let him hold you

PDA for him means quick kisses and hand holding but that’s kinda it, anything more is behind closed doors

He’s scared of spiders I’m sorry to break it to you

Calls you Watson more than your actual name

Some days, when he’s alone with you, he slows down a whole lot. Maybe he’s burnt out, maybe he just needs some lovin’, but he really just wants to cuddle on the couch and press slow kisses to your lips

мc

If you exaggeratedly roll the R when saying her codename she giggles it’s the cutest shit

Her pad is so much nicer than yours but she prefers going to your place, she feels so happy that u trust her there

Loves linking pinkies w you in public and might swing your arms a little

If her clothes fit you, she’s putting you in her formal work outfits and taking hella pics skansjjaew

Loves being on your arm but always leads when dancing

REALLY quick and calm to point out smth she doesn’t like and talks you through it very civilly without feeling patronizing, arguments with her are nonexistent

Her kisses are deep but quick snnwkejfnentjjs no matter the situation

Please mess with her hair she loves it

Wants to hear everything about your day, but would rather watch you work on something you’re passionate about. She really admires drive and something about seeing you get really into a project hits her hard

Take her outside the city she needs it

Always knows what you like and buys you smth every now and again, but isn’t an avid gifter

She’s more quality time and words of affirmation

She likes handmade gifts or thoughtful ones, but mostly prefers touch, time, and words :)

the scar you left behind

featuring — hanemiya kazutora

genre — hurt to comfort

author's note — this one had been screaming at me for attention for the past few weeks ever since @qtsickchiq mentioned the idea to me, and kazutora had been haunting my mind help-

kazutora thought that he could die from the pressure. outside of the pet shop he's working in with chifuyu who had called sick that day, the rain was pouring down like there's no tomorrow. the heater was working fine, he's sure, but he felt his hands freezing. as he worked in silent, desperately trying to focus on restocking the items in front of him, he cant deny the screaming need to talk to you.

unfortunately, he didnt have the courage. not enough at least. you used to be his best friend, you probably would have been more than that if kazutora didnt abandon you one day without any explanation. you've been through a lot together, being there when life left sickeningly unfair for him. to this day, he regretted for breaking his promise to be with your forever. through its a little too late for that.

a few months ago, you had reappeared in his life when chifuyu had asked him to pass a pre-ordered items to a customer for him, not knowing its you. when he first laid his eyes on you, the evening sunlight had given you such an ethereal glow that he cant help but be mesmerised by your beauty. though he couldnt miss your eyes that used to radiate so much love for him gone cold as the warmth diminished.

kazutora's heart broke to the memory. he must have opened up old wound for the both of you for not being thoughtful enough to actually check who the customer his friend was talking about was. he wished he had treated you better, in the past and present, but as he heard you winced when the thunder boomed outside, he hesitated. he didnt want to cross the boundary and make you feel uncomfortable when all you wished for was a temporary shelter from the weather before you could continue on your way home.

a particularly loud one exploded outside and you let out a muffled scream. before kazutora realised, his body had moved towards you. suddenly, he's kneeling in front of you, his face contoured with concern. 'it's fine, i'm here', he assured you, though regretted it as he saw you looked sadder than before. 'tor-', you covered your mouth before you could complete what you're saying.

kazutora was taken aback. not by the gesture, but by the fact that you almost called him with the nickname you had given him long ago when you were still together. 'yes?', he responded out of adrenaline before he could stop himself. the deafening silence that followed, along with the tension of finally confronting his past for closure was almost unbearable for him, but he brazened himself.

'its nothing. i'm sorry to bother you with your work', you said after collecting your wit. without looking at him, you reluctantly stood up to leave. but kazutora held your wrist, not letting you go just yet, 'wait, please tell me what you wanted to say earlier'. he saw you balled your fist, your hand trembling in his grip. 'selfish, arent you now?', your voice was so low that he would have missed it if he didnt pay full attention towards you.

panicking, kazutora let go of your hand and apologised, 'i didnt mean it that way-', something snapped in you that you turned and faced him with the anger, sadness and regret you've bottled up for so long, cutting him off, 'why'd you care what i think now? you never care to know when you left before'. kazutora was speechless. he had never seen you this furious.

his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. he knew he's the cause of your pain, 'y/n, i know what i did was unforgiveable, and you deserve to feel all this, but please hear me out-', once again, you didnt allow him to finish because of your tangled up emotion. 'yes, i do! you left without even explaining yourself, expecting me to accept it. do you ever stop and consider how hopeless you made me feel? i waited for you for years. i thought you trusted me', your voice broke so much that it became hard to utter any more words at all.

instantly, you're a mess of tears. as you hide your crying face with the sleeves of your hoodie, you felt yourself being embraced. kazutora was hesitant at first, but seeing that you're not pushing him away, he tightened his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. 'confine in me, tora. you dont have to be alone,' you said in between hiccups, and his eyes became misty with emotion.

kazutora kept you close to him the whole time you cried your eyes out. he didnt even try to stop his own tears from spilling as he swayed you gently to calm you down while patting your head the way he knew you like it. when you've quieted down to a sniffle, he said to your ear with the most soothing voice he could muster in his own emotional state, 'i'm sorry. even after all this time, i still couldnt do anything right'.

he fell you shaking your head and buried your face deeper into his chest, 'dont leave again, please. i dont care if you mess up. i want to be there with you'. kazutora felt a familiar fuzzy feeling deep in him because of your heartfelt request. looking at your glassy eyes, he saw the love that he thought had lost returning. as his forehead touched yours, he let the three words he had always wanted to say to you leave his lips before yours met his halfway, 'i love you'.

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Chifuyu: I'm breaking up with you

Y/n: are you breaking up with me while I'm driving the car? You do know I have full power to end your life right?

Chifuyu: what? What are you talking about?

Y/n: I'm just saying that red light looks really green right now

with a s/o who’s much taller than them

request — hi! i just saw your request are open, i would like to request their s/o taller than them please! the characters hanma, sanzu, chifuyu [ or whoever you like! ] thank you!

notes — none + i’m not shadowbanned anymore <3

characters —  hanma + sanzu + chifuyu

✿ — shuji hanma

you fold your arms over your chest, staring down at hanma who was now snickering, “ give me my keys, babe— don’t make me forcefully take them for you. “

hanma was going to go to some turf war and since you, obviously care for his safety— you took his keys. you raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend and shrugged your shoulders, “ fine, go ahead and take them. “ taking his keys from your pocket and holding it above his head.

he threw back his head to see the keys dangling above him and he pouts, “ that’s not funny at all, aren’t you a little mean. “ he spits jokingly. he makes one jumping attempt but even that fails so he sighs, “ hand them over. “

“ jump for them. “

“ y/n. “

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notes ; idk what is this but here you go

So true

kazutora klo lagi berargumen terus merasa udh mau kalah pasti pake kata2 "iya deh cewek selalu bener"

BANGZATTTT WOY INI BNR BANBET GUA GA KEPIXKIEAN TRS GILIRAN DIA BWEHASIL PALING BILANG “YHAAA KICEP” sambil ngolok2

*knock knock*

from

" Good afternoon, sir. I will bring your daughter at 8!"

to

" I never said AM or PM "