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doggishgirl · 9 days ago

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kiss me at midnight — haikyuu, miya atsumu x f!reader, established relationship, reader is called "babe" and "baby", fluff, suggestive, 1.2k words

Your hand is in his face before you realize it.

"Mmrph!"

It's so fucking dark.

"'Tsumu?" you whisper, squinting at the shadowy lump next to you. Your boyfriend's familiar fingers wrap around your wrist. "What is it? What's happening?"

Miya Atsumu finally frees his face from your hand. You wince at the wet saliva rapidly drying on your fingers. "Babe," he huffs, "didja hafta shove me?"

"You're the one who did something weird," you shoot back quietly, though your half-asleep brain can't quite remember what that thing was. "Did you… lick my hand?"

"Do ya want me to?" Atsumu asks curiously, his large hand sliding up to your fingers. He drops your hand immediately, and even in the dim moonlight filtering into the bedroom you can see him make a face. "Eugh, why's your hand wet?"

Oh, god. Fondness blooms in your chest even as you blink yourself more awake.

You laugh. You can't help it. "You licked it! Why are you acting all surprised?"

"Oh," Atsumu props himself up on an elbow and flicks on his bedside lamp. You squint at the sudden light, shivering against the cool rush of air beneath the blankets as he shifts. "That's 'cause ya put your hand on my face! Jeez, babe, I know ya like touchin' me, but watch the goods."

"I hate you," you laugh. Atsumu grins down fondly at you, backlit by his lamp. Golden strands drift up in a messy tangle, his bed head somehow terrible even though you've only been asleep for — "'Tsumu, why are we awake right now? It's not even midnight!"

His grin grows sheepish. "It's New Year's Eve."

"So? We should be asleep!"

Your boyfriend's half lidded gaze sweeps over your form — you're wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of shorts, nothing fancy, so there's no reason for him to be looking at you like that. He licks his lips. "Don't you wanna… ring in the new year?"

"No," you say, rolling your eyes. "What, are you planning on jacking off for the next —" you squint at the clock, "— forty minutes? I think your dick might get hand burn or something."

"Well, I was hopin' it'd be in somewhere wetter than my hand," Atsumu mumbles, flopping back into his pillow with a thump. He pulls the blankets back up over your shoulders and grins when you relent and snuggle close.

He's so warm and solid and he smells like your citrus body wash, which he swears he never touches except your bottle always ends up emptying way too fast. You slip your hand up beneath his shirt and smooth along the muscles of his back, smiling to yourself as he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

"I thought you didn't care about new years," you mumble into his neck. "You were whining about your beauty sleep during dinner."

"I wasn't whining," Atsumu splutters. You snicker into his skin and then you kiss him, a featherlight brush against the pulse fluttering in his neck. His grip tightens on your hip. "I was bein' considerate! You had a long day at work, right? I thought ya might wanna have a quiet night. I was givin' you an out."

"What part of waking me up before midnight counts as 'considerate'?" you ask curiously.

"Well, if I made ya cum a few times, you'd be more relaxed and we can both rest easy," Atsumu says.

"And you didn't think of this before we fell asleep earlier?"

Atsumu sneaks his hand down and pinches your butt, grinning into your hair when you yelp and swat at him reflexively. "Sorry, nope," he says. You can feel him half hard against your thigh. "But I can make it up to you."

"I'm sure you could," you breathe, leaning up to kiss the smile off his face. "Is this why you offered to let us get 'beauty sleep' instead of meeting our friends at the shrine tonight?"

"Swear I wanted to let you rest," Atsumu murmurs between kisses. He licks into your mouth with a hum, catching your bottom lip between his teeth as he groans. "My girlfriend's just way too hot. Have you seen her smile? Makes me get butterflies."

"Flirt," you pull back with a grin. He brushes your hair away from your face as you yawn, jaw cracking with the force of it. "Sorry. That wasn't very sexy of me."

Atsumu laughs and kisses the tip of your nose. "You'll always be sexy to me. Want me to turn off the light?"

"Don't you like being able to see me when we fuck?"

Your boyfriend gasps. "Language!"

"Shut up," you laugh. "You're the one with the filthy mouth."

Atsumu just grins, lopsided and soft. He presses a kiss to your forehead. "You really are tired, aren'tcha? Let's go back to sleep. Sorry I woke ya up."

You open your mouth to protest — you can feel him hard against your thigh, and your insides are warm enough to generate some sparks if he just keeps kissing you — but a yawn interrupts you before you can get any words out. Atsumu snorts and reaches behind him to slap the lamp off.

"Sorry, 'Tsumu," you mumble. He tugs you into him, rolling onto his back so that you can rest your head on his chest, tucked into his side. "I can wake you up with a blowjob or something."

"Don't worry 'bout it, baby," Atsumu says quietly. His arm is heavy around your waist, and you feel his other hand shuffling beneath the blankets before he finds one of yours and clasps it above his heart. "I just wanna wake up next to you."

"Is that your only new year's resolution?" you ask sleepily. His heart beats a rhythm you feel in your bones, deep and sure. An anchor to keep you from drifting away.

Atsumu hums. "I wanna win Setter of the Year," he says. "And I wanna get Omi-Omi to give me a high five during a match."

"You should be more realistic. Kiyoomi-kun might spike a ball to the back of your head if you're not careful," you say. "You're definitely getting Setter of the Year, though. You're amazing."

Atsumu chuckles and squeezes your hand. "What about you, babe? Any resolutions?"

"I guess I want to drink more water," you muse, "or else Suna will keep sending me hydration memes."

"I can help ya with that," Atsumu says. Your voices are both low, creeping towards sleep. "Anything else?"

"Mm… not that I can think of. Do you have more?"

It's quiet for a bit. You think maybe he's fallen asleep, with the way his breathing is so even, but he squeezes your hand and his heartbeat thunks in his chest.

"I wanna keep wakin' up next to you," Atsumu says. "For the rest of our lives."

You stop breathing.

"I didn't get you a ring yet," he mumbles. "'Samu said I'd pick something stupid."

"Atsumu…"

He squeezes your hand again. "Think I'll make that one come true, too?"

You shift and he's loose, lets you move to prop yourself above him, keeps his hand carefully at your side in case you need help balancing. "Atsumu," you whisper.

"Is it time to kiss for midnight?"

His eyes are glimmering in the moonlight, deep warm pools you could sink into forever.

"Yeah," you say, barely glancing at the clock. "Yeah, I think you've got that one in the bag."

#*marries him*#atsumu #AHHHHHHHHH

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doggishgirl · 19 days ago

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want || miya atsumu

pairing: third year atsumu (18) x f!reader

word count: 2,391

content: smut (hand job, groping), atsumu has so much love inside him

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“I was thinking we could go to my house after school…? My parents aren’t around this weekend.”

Atsumu watches you bite your lip, looking up at him in a way that might suggest something if he were smart enough in that moment to realize it.

Instead he cocks his head to the side, looking wary. “You mean, like, study at your house instead? Yeah, I think that’s fine. I can tell ‘samu and Rin during practice—“

He cuts himself off when he sees the vigorous shaking of your head. “Um, no, I meant just you and I. You know…?”

That same look that would suggest you’re hinting at something, if only he would let his mind wander that far.

“But the four of us always study together on Fridays. I know we’re dating now but we told them we wouldn’t start excluding them,” Atsumu starts again, frowning a little bit.

“Oh my god,” you sigh exasperatedly. “Atsumu, I mean that I want to take you to my house and show you my tits.”

Atsumu goes red, all the way up to the tips of his ears.

“Oh.”

“Does that sound okay with you?” you deadpan, crossing your arms. “Or should I run it by your brother?”

“Hah, no, I mean, yes! Yes, that sounds okay. It sounds great, no, amazing! Like, that sounds super!” he stammers, face feeling warmer by the second as his mind wanders. He’s told himself from the beginning that he wouldn’t let his thoughts stray there, at least not often, and especially not during the day, even when you are so close, smelling good and giggling and smiling all glossy lipped and—

He swallows thickly and gives you a sheepish smile when he realizes you are still looking at him expectantly, an amused twinkle in your eyes. “Um, I’ll tell them that you don’t feel like studying and, uh, we’re going on a date or something.”

Finally, you nod approvingly, leaning up to kiss his cheek (he refuses to take a breath until you’re a foot away again). “I’ll see you after practice,” you murmur, giving him that easy smile again that makes him nod whether he wants to or not. He stands there for another couple minutes, staring blankly ahead and grasping hard at the strap of his bag, before he can finally force his feet to take him to class.

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The day crawls like a slug on sand, and yet passes in a blur, to the point that Atsumu doesn’t even realize practice is over until Osamu’s voice finally makes it into his fuzzy head and Atsumu realizes that his brother is staring over him, offering a hand to pull him off the floor with a questioning look.

“C’mon, man, what’s wrong with you?” he grumbles as Atsumu finally reaches up to pull himself off the floor.

“Just distracted. Friday, y’know?” he chuckles half heartedly and gives a small shrug, which Osamu mimics in return before walking ahead to help put things away.

Atsumu meets you outside half an hour later, watching as you lug a cello case over your shoulder, grumbling to yourself before shoving it into his hands.

He takes it with practiced ease and smiles at you, which finally lightens your expression once more. “How was practice?” you ask, your eyes sliding over his shoulder where you spot Osamu and Rintaro approaching, and you offer them a cheerful wave.

“It was fine. Was a little slow today,” Atsumu answers, just before Osamu cuts in.

“Oh, please, you were so distracted, I don’t think you know a thing that happened during practice today. So much for being captain,” Osamu snickers, shaking his head in mock disapproval.

Atsumu rolls his eyes and waves his hand dismissively but doesn’t miss the way you seem to smile to yourself as the four of you begin the walk home.

The boys leave you at your house first. Osamu and Rin say goodbye at the end of the walkway, whereas Atsumu walks you to the front door and helps you pull your cello inside. You smile at him graciously before cocking your head to the side. “Are you staying…?” you ask hesitantly.

“Uh, I’m gonna come back. I want to shower and I told them it was a date so it makes more sense that way, I think, but if you think I should—“ he begins, and you sigh softly before smushing your hand against his mouth.

“I like this. Always have, y’know, teasing you. But… you know that we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” you say slowly, giving him a wry smile.

Atsumu bats your hand away and forces himself to take a steadying breath. “I want to. I want to do whatever you want to do. I was… a little surprised this morning and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it… but in a good way. But I’m also being serious, I want to shower and I am going to come back and I’ll stay as late as you’ll have me and we can do… anything you want.”

Finally, you nod, and finally, a tinge of pink touches your cheeks, and finally, Atsumu doesn’t feel like he’s the only one flailing.

“Okay…” you say. “Let me know when you’re on your way back.”

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In the shower, Atsumu feels overwhelmed again, letting his mind race with possibilities and questions. Mostly, does he jerk off? Should he jerk off? He doesn’t even know how far you both are gonna go tonight, but he knows he’ll get hard. Is he supposed to be prepared to that extent? Will you think he’s overeager or expecting too much?

Then he thinks about the number of times you’ve pulled him into your practice room at school when he’s shown up to collect you, how you would sigh almost in relief before sealing your mouth against his and how you would drag your fingers over his knuckles, slide your palms against his and pull him closer. And when you would finally pull away, you’d smile, satisfied and yet not quite, and under his skin he’d feel a thrum, and whenever he would walk beside you those days, dragging your feet on the way back home, he knew you felt it too.

He doesn’t jerk off. Instead, he’s dry and dressed and out the door in a matter of minutes, feet taking him down the familiar way to your house. You open the door so quickly after he knocks that he almost thinks you were staring through the peephole waiting.

You kiss him as soon as the door is closed again and he feels your hands lace in his and hears you mumble something like I’m glad you came but none of it registers until you pull away and he sees that glimmering, anticipatory look in your eyes.

You pull him into your room, where he’s been a hundred times, but this time it looks so unfamiliar, maybe something like a cathedral or a castle or maybe even a shrine–anything that could be half as beautiful as the way you look sitting on top of your bed, peering expectantly up at him.

When he sits in front of you, legs folded under him the same way you’re sitting, you start to say something, “We don’t have–” But this time it’s him cutting you off with a shake of his head, cupping his hands around your face and pulling you into a kiss and he mumbles something like I want to and you melt into him. You sigh happily and it sounds like the flap of a bird’s wings, and he’s pulling you closer closer closer like you might fly away too. Your hands fist into the front of his shirt and you let him kiss you until neither of you can breathe, and then more after that, until you’re both panting and your lips are slick and none of it is enough anymore.

“I don’t…” Your voice breaks the relative silence and you’re smiling sheepishly at him. “…Want to go all the way, um, tonight,” you say, still leaning into him, and he nods along as you continue. “But I just wanted to do something.” He’s starting to wonder if this is all happening in his head, some too vivid wet dream because there’s no way you like him and you want him and he wants to kiss you again but instead he lets you speak. “Um, do you want… should I take my shirt off?” you ask and your voice is like the jingle of a fairy and he’s saying yes before he even realizes it.

You blush and smile and he watches as you let go of his shirt and bring your hands to the edge of your own and even a sliver of your skin is enough to make his head feel fuzzy. It’s not his fault that when you’re finally topless (this whole time you hadn’t been wearing a bra, he notes, thinking he might die), all he can do is stare. He stares a lot, and then some more, and a little more after that, until finally you’re glaring at him.

“If you’re not gonna do anything, I’m just gonna put my top back on–” you start to exclaim, and his eyes go wide and he shakes his head and reaches out to stop you, catching your wrists in his hands.

“I can touch you?” is all he manages to say.

“Well, duh!” you say, exasperated.

So he does. His hands release your wrists and you bring your hands down, placing them on your lap like you’re not sure what to do with them now, while you watch him bring his hands to your waist. It’s sloth slow, the drag of his hands up your torso, and your mind wanders again to whether he even wants to do this, while his mind wanders to how soft you are, how the peaks of your breasts are making his mouth water, how he knows he’s stiff in his movements and in his pants. When his hands finally cup the swell of your breasts, his mouth drops open a bit, and you flush, bite your lip. And when, finally, his thumbs caress your nipples, he almost moans at the same time you gasp. You’re as soft as a rabbit, and you’re twitching like one too as his touch becomes more confident. You miss seeing the awed look on his face when he leans in to kiss you again, and you arch into him, sighing.

“You’re hard.” You say it so matter of factly, a simple observation, like it doesn’t carry any weight at the moment, but then you blush and carry on, “Can I touch you?”

Yearning, desiring, wanting… You feel that towards him and he still can’t quite wrap his head around the fact, so it takes him a moment, just a sliver of a second, to nod, then to say it aloud, “Yes.”

You lean in impossibly closer, his hands are still kneading your breasts and he thinks you’re going to kiss him again, and you do, but only for a moment, before you’re looking down at the bulge in his pants and you’re snaking a hand across his lap. He swears his whole body jolts when your hand lands over the zipper of his pants, and you look at him with the same starry eyes that a scholar looks at a new discovery.

“You’ll tell me… if it feels good right? Or if it’s bad?” you ask quietly, biting your lip, and Atsumu can only nod, not trusting himself to speak and not quite believing that anything you do would feel bad anyways.

You give another experimental touch over his pants, like you’re familiarizing yourself, and then finally you tug at the zipper, fumble for a second with both hands at the button, and then struggle to shove his pants down his thighs.

The moment is surreal and Atsumu can still hardly believe he’s touching you while you’re touching him, his brain is too hazy to even think of feeling insecure, and your mutual want and curiosity and longing are so palpable that shame would be negligible anyways.

When it’s just his underwear shielding his hardness from your prying eyes, your gaze flickers back up to him and you smile, small, shy. “Can I see?” you whisper, and he gulps.

“Y-Yeah,” he stammers out a verbal response this time, and you beam blindingly and it feels like he’s standing on the beach, all salt and sweat and heat and sun, and then a breeze blows by, and your hand is wrapped around him, and it feels so good.

You’re staring too, probably in a more respectable manner than he’d been ogling you, but at least you’re taken aback too. And you speak again, in that same deadpan way, “It’s big,” and he’s red again.

He reminds himself that he still has two handfuls of your chest, and tries to preoccupy himself with that fact instead of the twitch of his cock in your hand as you give a slow stroke, but it’s a futile attempt. One of his hands squeezes your breast and you yelp. He apologizes and moves to pull his hands back but you use your free hand to stop him, to smile (please don’t stop smiling, he thinks), you are amused, and he smiles back sheepishly, keeps touching you.

He groans and grunts and shivers as you touch him. You tease a finger over the wet tip, you circle your fingers loosely around his girth, then your hands descends further, fully feeling him, you’re learning him, and you want this now and you’re going to want it again later and he knows that’s still true even when he comes fast and hard–thin, white ropes all over your hand–because you look at him enthralled and in love and he’s not even embarrassed. He cups your face and kisses you and you complain playfully against his mouth about getting something dirty, so reluctantly, he releases you.

When you come back a minute later with your hand clean, he’s tucked back into his pants, leaning back on his hands. You both grin this time, him a little brighter, a little more cunning, cocking his head to the side. “Your turn?” he asks.

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talk to me about atsumu!

#rb #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader

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doggishgirl · 20 days ago

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i want you all to know that everything i write is written specifically for my ocs and then i just change the pronouns bc i like attention

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doggishgirl · 20 days ago

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i'll be waiting || kaeya alberich

pairing: kaeya alberich x reader

word count: 2,850

content: sfw, angst, childhood friends to nothing, first love, first heartbreak, written pre-sumeru release, based on the webtoon

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“I’m leaving in the morning. Master says this is the last leg of my training, and she’s gonna take me to study in every nation of Teyvat. But… she says it could be years before we return.”

“You brought me all the way out here just to tell me that? I already know you’re leaving, you didn’t have to pull me away from training just to rub salt in the wound,” Kaeya huffed, looking like he was about to turn and leave.

“Wait, Kaeya,” you gasped, your eyes widening in surprise before you lurched forward to grab his wrist and stop him. “That’s not what I meant. I just… uh, I wanted to reminisce a little bit before I left. You used to always come out here with me at night when we were younger. What, you don’t like me anymore?” you huffed.

He didn’t say anything, but his expression seemed to soften, even if just slightly, so you smiled and tilted your head to the side. “So, did you get me a going away gift?” And then his expression fell again and you realized quickly you had said the wrong thing.

“Enough about leaving, I don’t want to hear it. I’ve spent enough time helping with your studies that I feel like I should’ve been invited too, but instead I’m finishing my training with the Knights, because I actually want to stay in Mondstadt!” he exclaimed, pulling his arm out of your grip in order to stalk off.

“Kaeya!” you yelled after him, sprinting the distance he’d already put between you so you could stop in front of him and put both your hands on his chest to stop him from walking. “Fine, fine, I won’t talk about… it. But, c’mon, you can’t just avoid me,” you said quietly, your eyes searching his for a moment, hoping for some sort of response, but still, he didn’t say anything.

“Tomorrow is my birthday,” you offered, still waiting for something. “We’ll both be 16 now. You’re already a Knight, one of the youngest, and my training is practically done. We’re pretty impressive, don’t you think?” you asked, offering him another tiny smile.

“Aside from my not having a vision,” he grumbled, and though the statement made you frown, his voice was enough to satisfy you. You moved your hands down to clasp his hands in your grip and pulled him backwards to the small clearing you’d started in.

“Why does that matter? Everyone else is impressed with you. *I’m* impressed with you. You just have an issue with yourself,” you responded, sitting down carefully on the top of a flat stone. You’d pretty much grown up together in the Whispering Woods; sneaking out to this exact clearing several nights a week to lie on your backs to talk while you practiced with your weapons or studied by lantern light. Nothing much had changed about it aside from some overgrowth of the shrubbery and the gradual growth of the trees whose trunks were twisting beautifully along the outskirts of the area.

“What type of Vision would you even want?” you asked, patting the spot next to you to beckon him over.

Kaeya sighed but relented his stoic pose and chose to sit beside you. “Probably Anemo, just because anyone with an Anemo Vision in Mond is treated like a celebrity.”

“Oh, c’mon, that’s no valid reason. You’re already treated like a celebrity, plus that means we’d hardly be able to fight together. Dendro doesn’t react with Anemo,” you complained.

“You probably should’ve thought of that before you got all into nature,” he retorted. “Besides, you hardly fight to begin with, so what’s it to you?”

“Well, I think we make a good pair, don’t you?”

He seemed to contemplate his answer for a moment, causing you to gawk at him before you nudged your elbow into his side. “Please, I know you don’t have to think about it that hard,” you whined, then scoffed when he started to laugh.

“Fine, fine, we do make a good pair,” he acquiesced. And really, you were. Sure, he and Diluc made good brothers and they were the talk of the town, but you and Kaeya had an easy friendship. When Diluc got his Vision and went on to join the Knights, even becoming the Cavalry Captain, you and Kaeya were left to your own devices.

When a moment passed and you had yet to say anything else, Kaeya’s eyes flickered over to look at you, only to find you staring at him tearfully.

“Hey, hey, hey, what are the tears about? I already said I agree!” he said incredulously, but you just shook your head.

“It’s not about that. I just… I’m gonna miss you. I know I said we wouldn’t talk about me leaving but it’s happening and I don’t know how long I’ll be gone and I’m gonna miss you, okay! You can’t blame me. I just feel like I’m going to miss out on so much and I know I wanted this, I know I’ve been training for this for years but it doesn’t mean I won’t miss Mondstadt, or my friends, or you! So can’t we talk about it?”

You were expecting some sort of response, or most likely that he would just up and leave again. He was never the sentimental type, even though you and Diluc were the only two people he’d be the most open with, so topics like this weren’t common when you were alone together. You figured a part of his hesitation to hear about your upcoming journey was due to jealousy, or perhaps he was having a hard time with the idea of you leaving. But however you were thinking he would react, none of them aligned with him grabbing both your cheeks and pulling you in until he could slot your lips together.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” was the first thing he said after you both pulled apart, “because I’ll miss you too. I’d rather wake up and have you already be gone than deal with an impending sense of doom. I… I don’t want you to go, but I want you to do what you love and see the whole of Teyvat, even if it means leaving behind someone else that you might… love,” he said quietly, looking away.

“You haven’t kissed me in a while,” you answered, to which you received a scoff and a flick to your forehead.

“That’s your answer?”

“Hey, I didn’t say I was done!” you huffed. You were silent afterwards for a minute, the only sound being the whistle of the wind through the trees. You placed your hand on top of one of his, still gently cupping your cheek, before you finally spoke. “It’s not like I’m never gonna come back, or forget you, or any other impossible thing you might be thinking of. Before anything else, you’re my best friend, and when I come back, you’re the first person I want to see and you’ll tell me everything I wasn’t around to witness. You’ll show me your Vision, which will hopefully react with Dendro, and you’ll be the captain of some brand new division of the Knights and maybe I’ll even join like they’re begging me to. Maybe… maybe we’ll be together, when we’re older and better and… I’ll come back. No matter how long it takes, I promise.” You kissed him again, albeit briefly, before you wrapped both your arms around his waist and pressed your cheek against his shoulder.

“Fine, then. I’ll be waiting.”

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“Earth to [name], are you there?”

With Amber’s voice breaking you out of your thoughts, your eyes widened and you turned to look at the young Knight apologetically.

“Sorry, there’s just… So much has changed. You’re all grown up now, look at you, an outrider. I’m surprised you even recognized me, it’s been so long. I would love to stay and talk but I promised my master I would report to her as soon as I got back. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow during the festival and we can catch up!” you said gently. “In the meantime, take good care of… I’m sorry, you said your name was Collei?” you asked, glancing towards the younger girl standing just behind the Knight. Upon receiving a nod, you smiled again before you left the two girls to continue walking past the front gates.

The city was particularly busy, which you were sure mainly had to be attributed to the eve of Ludi Harpastum, but there also seemed to be some sort of underlying tension which you couldn’t quite pinpoint. However, your first concern was meeting your master, who you hadn’t seen in 3 years, before you caught up on everything you’d missed out on. Your master had traveled with you for the first two years of your journey, but had deemed you capable enough of continuing the journey alone. Still, you certainly hadn’t planned on being gone for another 3 years. However, your time alone had marked the true beginning of your career. You’d made a name for yourself in the beginning with the aid of your master, but as you conducted your own field studies in each nation and began to publish your work, your journal eventually garnered its own renown, to the point that you had received invitations to study with scholars from the Akademiya or offered funding from the Fatui to submit your research to them exclusively. With the amount of people begging for your attention, it was only recently that you found the opportunity to return to your beloved homeland.

“[name]?”

You stopped again when you heard someone else say your name, and turned until you found the source of the voice.

“Jean? Lisa?” you asked, as if you couldn’t believe the appearances of the two in front of you.

“It’s Master Jean, actually,” Lisa suggested, to which you gaped before looking towards the blonde once more. “What do you mean? Where’s Master Varka?”

“It seems a lot of our letters didn’t reach you, even though we got wind of all your publications. Very nice work, by the way. There’s a section in the library with all the volumes so far,” Lisa added with an amused hum.

“Master Varka left Mondstadt on an expedition, so I’m Acting Grand Master for now. Lisa’s right, it seems there is a lot for you to catch up on. We actually have a bit of a problem we need to attend to…” Jean said, glancing towards Lisa momentarily. “But tonight, if you’re not too tired and you don’t have plans, we can meet in the library, have some dinner and tea?”

“Oh, I’d love to, and that works out, I have to meet with my master now anyways, so I will see you both later!” you said cheerfully, bowing your head before turning again and continuing towards your master’s house.

Your meeting was rather brief, with your master mainly offering her congratulations and asking you about the various details of your journey that you hadn’t elaborated on in your letters, while you tucked your belongings away until you could move them into, hopefully, a place of your own.

“By the way, dear, I suggest you confer with the Knights soon about possible research opportunities so you could stay home for a while,” your master suggested, after you finally sat in front of her at the tea table again. “I’m sure you could talk to that Knight fellow you were always with before we left. Kaeya, was it? Have you seen him yet?”

You clasped your hands together firmly and shook your head quickly. “I, uh, haven’t. Haven’t gotten the chance to speak to anyone even if I have bumped into them. But I’m apparently meeting some friends later so I suppose I’ll catch up then.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

“So have you seen Kaeya yet?”

You were dreading this question from the moment you saw the twinkle in Lisa’s eyes. For some reason, the tea and dinner you’d been promised had turned into poring over some nondescript research in the library with Lisa, Jean, Amber and the mysterious Collei.

“No, actually. Nor have I heard anything from him in 3 years. I assume there’s a lot I must have missed if he’s the first thing everyone wants to ask me about,” you huffed as you turned over the page you’d been reading. They’d caught you up quickly on the most recent events regarding some Fatui diplomats, as well as Varka’s expedition and some other changes within the Knights, but it also felt like there was something they weren’t saying yet.

“Well, uh,” Jean spoke this time. “Around that time, there was something that happened he most likely didn’t want to write to you about.”

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“Diluc!” you exclaimed as soon as you stepped foot into the tavern.

“[name]?” he said quizzically, upon raising his gaze from the glass in his hand.

“Yes, yes, it’s me, I just got back this afternoon. Um, I want to say…” you looked around for a moment. There were a few patrons still milling around the bar and there was a familiar bard cloaked in an ugly green outfit who seemed to be singing drunk in the corner, but otherwise there was no one at the bar and no one to eavesdrop. “I’m sorry for your loss. I know I’m three years too late, but I’ve only just found out and I’m very sorry about your father,” you told him earnestly. “Jean told me you went on your own journey, too. Even quit the Knights. So I suppose we both have some catching up to do.”

Diluc was quiet for a moment, but eventually he gave you a small smile and ducked his head in acknowledgement, before he paused again and seemed to hesitate.

“Has Kaeya spoken to you about anything, by any chance?”

You felt like you wanted to throw the polished glass against the wall. “No, I’m sorry, I haven’t even seen him yet. Feels like I’ve seen everyone else in the whole city though. I might as well meet Barbatos at this point.”

“Master Diluc,” you heard a hiccup from somewhere next to you and looked to the side to catch sight of the green bard. “Another glass, please,” he said cheerfully.

“Anyways, Diluc,” you started again as he begrudgingly poured another glass. “I’ll see you tomorrow during the festival.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

“[name]! Have you by any chance seen Collei?” a breathless Amber asked, to which you squinted at her and shook your head.

“No, I actually just got down here, I was talking to Albedo for a while. Why? Is something wrong?”

“There shouldn’t be. But Sir Kaeya sent me on a hunt for one of those contraptions we were studying last night and now I can’t find her, and she’s not particularly good with crowds. Would you mind helping me look for her?”

“Oh, uh, of course. Leave it to me,” you said firmly, before you threw a longing glance towards the waning festivities.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

“Sir Kaeya!” Amber’s voice echoed down the empty stairwell, meanwhile you could not muster a single sound. By the time you made it down the icy stairs, Amber had already landed in front of Collei to shield her from Kaeya.

You weren’t sure if anything you were seeing was right, and you didn’t know if you knew enough about the entire situation to form an opinion on it, but you were pretty sure that Kaeya had drawn his sword on a child. A heated argument came and went before your eyes, and you had yet to say anything. At some point, Amber swept Collei away and left you and Kaeya in front of each other amidst the frigid air.

The man in front of you said nothing yet, just tucked his sword away before he crossed his arms and seemed to look at you expectantly.

“I got back yesterday,” you offered.

“I know.”

“Everyone was asking me if I’d seen you.”

“And what did you say?”

“Well, I said no. I wasn’t sure if you even knew I was in town.”

“I did.”

You pretended those two words didn’t sting, and just lowered your gaze to the floor in front of you.

“A Cryo Vision–” you started again, but were cut off.

“I stopped waiting three years ago when your master came home without you. She told me you chose to keep going, even after she told you that your training was complete. You promised in all your letters before that, that you were going to be back soon. And then… you didn’t come back. So I stopped waiting, and I stopped writing. I figured I just wasn’t worth coming back for, or worth keeping a promise to. So yes, a Cryo Vision. I know it doesn’t react with Dendro, but I’m not sure we ever made a good pair to begin with,” Kaeya said, without so much as a waver in his voice, before he turned and left, and this time you had no reason to get him to stay.

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doggishgirl · 21 days ago

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ummm gonna post genshin stuff later that i wrote forever ago teehee

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