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hurt comfort with the astarion guy pls I don't don't know anything about the game I've just seen clips of him on youtube and I love him

you aSK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE i love him

Blood is Rare and Sweet as Cherry Wine

Character: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)

Warnings: reverse hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol (reader doesn’t drink), general astarion backstory information but it’s nothing super specific. not proofread

Notes: almost cried writing this. im sorry. anyway I'm a hozier lover what else is new.

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Astarion stared at the fire, leaning back against one of the boxes under his tent. There was something serene about this area—they’d never been attacked at camp, and it comforted him to know he could let his guard down somewhere. If only slightly. 

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you walking up to him until you spoke. 

“Astarion?” you asked, voice softer than he expected. “Are you alright?”

He must have looked upset—he didn’t need your pity, though, so he tried to shake himself back to reality. “What can I do for you, my dear?” he asked, sitting up a bit straighter and taking a sip of the ale next to him. 

You paused, looking at him with your eyebrows furrowed slightly, then finally decided to sit next to him. He offered the ale but you declined. Instead, you turned your body to face him and slowly, gently, brushed a bit of hair out of his face. 

And he flinched. 

You quickly pulled your hand away from him and rested it in your lap. He stared, wide-eyed, terrified of his own actions. He’d inflicted pain on countless others and never felt guilt for it, but such a simple gesture broke him. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice small and quiet. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. Astarion was always so eccentric, so proud, so…unafraid. This was an entirely new side to him, and he was even more embarrassed to show it to you. He wanted to run, he wanted to hide, but he didn’t have the energy to make his feet move. To make anything move. 

There was a beat of silence, where the two of you only listened to the crackling fire a few feet away. Then, you spoke. “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

He didn’t understand how you could be so kind to him. There were so many things wrong with him as a person, or things from his past—he’d hurt people, tricked them, found ways for dear Cazador to turn them into mindless little puppets. Like he was, before all this mindflayer business. 

There was so much wrong in the world, and there you sat. His ray of sunshine—his hope. Somehow with you, things seemed a little less dreary. True, there was some mystical dream-being that followed you around keeping everyone from sprouting tentacles, so that was something positive. But your general disposition, the way you smiled at him when you caught him staring at you, the way you snuck away from the rest of camp with him to watch the stars…all these things made him fall so hopelessly in love. 

He couldn’t be that person for you, though. He never learned how to make big, romantic gestures or show his affection in a way that made sense. A way that made sure you knew he adored you in your best and worst moments. Cazador had ruined him—he’d ruined any semblance of having a normal life. On top of being a vampire spawn and ripped away from his life before, he was stuck in an endless loop of servitude and puppetry or constantly fearing for his life. He never learned or could afford, to just relax. You deserved someone who could love you whole-heartedly, not the monster he’d become. 

“I care for you so, so deeply, my dear,” he all but whispered, voice tight with emotion. 

“I know.”

“I cannot, for the life of me…” he trailed off, quickly wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “I cannot understand why you care for me.”

His head hung low; you stared at him, shocked and unsure how to react to his words. He felt embarrassed, he felt small—there was nothing he could do, it seemed, to pull himself out of this rut he had himself stuck in lately. 

Then he heard your words. 

“Can I hug you, Astarion?”

He glanced over to you, seeing teh pleading look in your eyes. You’d asked. Maybe that made him feel a little more normal, a little less messed up. Hesitantly, he leaned into your embrace. The moment he felt the warmth of your arms around him, though, he melted. He laid his head on your chest, his full weight falling into you exponentially by the second. And with it, he began to cry. 

It was heart-wrenching sobs that felt like someone stabbing him through the heart every time, but he couldn’t mistake the comfort of your hands running through his hair. The soothing, repetitive motion calmed his nerves more than he thought possible. After what felt like ages, he began to sit up, trying to put himself back together like that hadn’t just happened. His eyes looked slightly irritated, but he tried desperately to wipe any evidence of his outburst from his face—

Suddenly, he felt your hands around his face, thumbs running over his cheeks. He stopped—his hands slowly fell, and he relaxed into your embrace once again. 

“You do not have to apologize for feeling things, Astarion,” you said softly. “And you certainly don’t have to hide from me. Not your thoughts, not your emotions.”

He nodded, turning his head slightly to the side to kiss the palm of your hand. His voice was hoarse but surprisingly gentle. “Thank you. I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s the thing. You do.”

He smiled softly—it had been a long time since he felt like he could do so freely. 

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We need more solomon x reader ffs

How about a jealous Solomon because he gets constantly cock blocked by the demon brothers and in the end he makes an angry love confession to the reader?

Jealousy

Characters: Solomon

Warnings: possibly some minor cursing

Notes: ok this ended up not being an angry love confession but i believe in talking about emotions healthily <3. Also i just liked this resolution SORRY ITS NOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU ASKED !!!

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He couldn’t believe this. 

Again. 

For the nth time since he’d realized his complicated feelings about you, those stupid brothers found continual ways to keep him from getting any alone time with you. There you were, agreeing to make dinner with him before being called away by Mammon again so he could have your assistance with dinner. And being their attendant at this point in time, you had to agree. 

That didn’t mean he liked it. 

He ate some poorly cooked chicken for dinner and didn’t even touch the scorched vegetables—his cooking wasn't incredible, but even this was a new low. He was too distracted while he was cooking though. Too busy thinking about you. 

When you finally got back to your dormitories (that was the best thing to call it at the moment), he was still rather irritated, but instead of fuming or yelling at you, he curled up on the couch with a book to take his mind off of everything. 

“Solomon?” you asked, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him. “You alright over there?”

“Perfect,” he said, tone short and curt with you. He didn’t mean it to be rude, but he had too many things on his mind and he didn't want to be disturbed. 

You sighed and he watched you cover yourself with the blanket out of the corner of his eye. Frustrating as the situation was, he couldn’t stand the thought that he was the reason for the small pout that sat on your face. 

“I’m sorry,” he starts, placing his finger in the book and closing it. “It’s not your fault—I shouldn't be taking my frustration out on you.”

“What’s wrong?”

That was the question of the hour, it seemed. He had to decide now: tell you and risk the relationship you’d built together, or keep it a secret and leave you wondering if he was upset with you. Neither of those were lovely options, but he had to weigh his odds in a split second. 

“I…I wanted to spend more time with you this evening,” he admitted, speaking much softer than he had been. He’d deny it adamantly, but the tips of his ears were slightly pink (and gaining color the longer he spoke). “I feel like I haven’t…been able to spend enough time with you. Those pesky brothers continue to steal you away from me.”

You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he continued. This was going to be the hardest part. “(Y/N), in my hundreds of years of living, I've never met someone quite like you. And I've met a lot of people. You…there’s something special about you—some spark—that I can’t ignore. You’re dedicated, passionate, and a joy to be around, frankly. And I…I guess I've grown to be quite fond of you. And maybe a little jealous…”

It took a moment for the information he just gave you to sink in. He watched as the realization dawned on your face and hated every second of silence that passed as it did. After what felt like forever, you smiled at him. Smiled. 

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re telling me the all powerful warlock Solomon has a crush on me?” you asked, grin spreading wider and wider on your face. 

He groaned and hit himself on the head with his book. “I take it back! You’re terrible to me. I give you my heart and you proceed to make fun of me, how dare you!” He couldn’t be angry at you, though. Really, he was trying his best to hold in his laughter. 

When he opened his eyes again, you were sitting next to him instead of across the couch. You looked adorable with that mischievous glint in your eye he didn’t exactly trust. 

“What?” he asked. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re plotting.”

“I’m not plotting!”

“You’re plotting something.”

Without any extra room to argue, you leaned in and placed a dramatic kiss on his lips, complete with a small ‘mwah’ sound. He sat there, stunned for a moment, mind short-circuiting under the circumstances. 

“You-you just-”

“I did.”

“And you-”

“Breathe, first,” you teased, smiling a bit softer at him. “You should have said something ages ago. I would have made sure to make more time for you. And for what it’s worth…I’m quite fond of you too.” You dropped your voice, trying to mock his earlier words. In response, he shoved your shoulder and laughed. 

“You’re horrible to me!” he complained again, though he couldn’t find it in himself to stop smiling. This is everything he’d wanted for ages—to have you, to love you, and feel that affection in return. Now he had it, and there wasn’t a reason in the world he’d throw it away. 

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I've certainly got nightbringer brainrot as well. Here's my piece.

Satan is very clearly less in control of his anger and emotions in general, and even most of his brothers fear him at this point. Maybe he goes on a rampage, but this time the reader gets caught up in it somehow. Mc is hurt in the process after trying to help, and Satan comes to the harrowing realization that he was the cause.

Hm hm maybe some reverse comfort from reader? Satan that acts like a kicked puppy or perhaps he doubles down and makes things worse for himself.

Anyways I love nightbringer Satan! He doesn't seem the least bit threatening to me, it's very cute how angry he gets lol.

anon,,, ur patience is astronomical. plz do not hate me

I Will Never Let You Fall

Character: Satan (Obey Me)

Warnings: blood/injury mentions, brief description of a meltdown/anxiety attack. not proofread

Notes: i feel like the ending is a little rushed 😭😭 but I also wanted him to be soft. satan deserves to be held actually

Notes pt 2: also the song i got the title from is called "your guardian angel" (it's linked). ironic

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He didn’t realize what he’d done until it was already over. 

No, it wasn’t terrible at first glance, but he was worried. Incredibly worried. Worried to the point that he even called for Asmodeus’s help, despite not getting along with any of his brothers. 

There he sat, in your room, watching over you as you slept. There were long, white bandages wrapped delicately along your arm and a small potion on your bedside table that would help you heal faster. 

He’d lashed out—he was overstimulated and frustrated, experiencing feelings he didn’t like and they overwhelmed him. You’d only come in to ask to borrow a book, but between the new sound of your voice and the footsteps he could hear from the hallway, then the music he could hear because his door was open, no doubt from Mammon’s room, he couldn’t focus on anything other than the noise. It was all bad noise. 

And you ended up hurt. 

Your eyes fluttered open slowly and he sat up a bit straighter. He wanted to make sure you were okay. As gently as possible, he held your face and ran his thumb over your cheek. “Are you awake?” he asked, prepared to dart out of the room to get anything you requested of him. 

The next thing he knew, you were smiling at him. Smiling. He didn’t deserve for you to look at him like that—he’d hurt you, and you were smiling at him like he’d just handed you roses. 

“Don’t-don’t do that,” he muttered, pulling his hand away from you and hanging his head. He stared at his lap, trying not to sound angry at you. He wasn’t angry at you, he was angry with himself. But that’s what got you here in the first place—his anger. Wrath. The stupid powers he’d gotten stuck with because of his brothers decisions-

“You look upset,” you said softly, placing your hand over his. “I’m not mad at you, Satan. Don’t beat yourself up. I know you can’t always…control your magic as well as you’d like to.”

“Not–not beat myself up? Are you–” he was about to start yelling, he could feel the tension and heat rising in his body. Instead, though, he tried to take a deep breath and relax. “I’m sorry. I’m trying–”

“I know you are. That’s why I’m not upset. I don’t think you get enough credit for how hard you try, actually.” You slowly shifted, sitting up a little farther and sliding closer to the wall. With that, you patted the bed next to you, signaling him to sit with you, so he did. 

He tensed immediately when you laid your head against his shoulder, but slowly relaxed into the soft touch. He didn’t deserve all this, but you were willing to show how much you cared about him. 

Usually, when he felt hot, it was anger. But he couldn’t stop the heat from rising in his cheeks when you took his hand as well. Such a small action had a whirlwind of feelings going through his mind. However, he didn’t want to ruin the moment. Instead, he sat there in silence, allowing you to slowly fall in and out of sleep on his arm. It was the first moment of peace he’d felt since arriving in the Devildom. 

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Hey! May I ask for a pt 2 of the "skating in heels" piece you wrote, please? No pressure if you don't want to do it!

WHEW OKAY anon. Love ya. Thank you for the request. I forgot it was there for several months im sorry 😭 forgive me

Characters: Kojiro Nanjo, Langa Hasegawa

Warnings: above text if needed

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part one

Kojiro “Joe”  Nanjo 

Small warning: talk of injuries but its in a light hearted and teasing way, nothing graphic

Alright

See this guy

He’s gonna think its impressive

Clapping, cheering, the whole bit

You can probably sense a but coming

BUT

He’s watching and he’s like

That cant be THAT hard

Ahaha yeah. Sure joe

So you scour the internet trying to find him a pair for 2in heels (start a little easy on him)

They usually dont make heels in his size but dammit, youre stubborn, you find some. Theyre international shipping so you gotta pay the extra money and wait a little longer, but he tested you and now he gets to reap the benefits 

Honestly, i love being petty with kojiro because he wouldn’t get upset he just matches your energy

 So these heels come and you take him to a skate park on a less busy night when there aren’t any teenagers around. And bring a helmet just in case

“I haven't worn a helmet skating since i was sixteen!” “I know, and you got a concussion two weeks later. Wear it” 

So he does, but makes fun of you for it endlessly

Until he falls on his ass coming down off the halfpipe and slams his head into the concrete. So he was happy for it then

Now he just has a bruised butt and ego, but no bruised BRAIN 

(dont get concussions kids, i did and it was not fun)

He gets up, dusts himself off, and grumbles something about how he put his foot in the wrong place and he’ll get it next time

(he’s not used to the gap between the heel of the shoe and his toes. Makes a difference)

After making some excuses he tries again. Falls again, and this time its because “the shoes aren’t broken in”

Several tries and excuses later, he gives up and puts his sneakers back on. He respects your ability a lot more after that

Langa “Snow” Hasegawa

Shocked pikachu face

Not much more i can say

Langa is a man of few words and i think he’d just stand there staring at you

You decided to show off to him & reki at the skate park randomly one day (they were very curious what the shoes were for) and pull a couple small tricks on the board

Reki’s all sorts of excited and cheering for you because he’s never seen someone DO that before

Langa just. Sits there mouth slightly open

(gets made fun of for it gently lol)

When youre done and skate back over langa begins spinning you around and checking you for injuries or anything because “that can be very dangerous” and he’s worried about you skating in shoes that are not meant to be skated in

But when he’s finally satisfied and knows that youre okay and didn’t pull anything he’s slightly smiley

“That’s very impressive”

“Thanks, langa”

Proceeds to talk about it for the next SEVERAL days with reki, but doesn’t tend to bring it up with you. No one’s sure why, but he just cant stop singing your praises when you’re not around

Not out of malice, he just does that. Talks a lot about the people he loves when theyre not there. Cute habit of his

He thinks youre so cool though and loves to watch you skate when you put your heels on (or just watch you skate in general

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Diluc Ragnvindr is…

no gender of reader mentioned. general headcanons

Diluc Ragnvindr is terrified to hurt anyone and he’s terrified to love and because he’s so scared he’s soft and gentle until he gets that reassurance of “its “okay” and “you won’t hurt me” and “I trust you”

Diluc Ragnvindr is nothing but soft smiles and longing looks when you’re not watching and staying incredibly still in the garden and calling you over because a butterfly landed near him and pretending like he doesn’t love the stray dog that likes to visit the tavern (that he 1000% doesn’t leave food and water out for and doesn’t let inside on particularly hot days)

And Diluc Ragnvindr is little cocky smiles once he’s comfortable with you and catches you admiring him because “take a picture it’ll last longer” “damn you and your fancy kamera” and stupid inside jokes and randomly flirting w him when he’s working at the angel’s share like he’s not your boyfriend of several years and him flirting back because he knows you have fun with it

and Diluc Ragnvindr is warm cocoa late at night and long hugs and dancing to no music and basking in the warmth of the open curtains in the morning and little mumbles of “five more minutes” and making fun of his bed head and the the little scruffle on his cheeks because he hasn’t shaved since the night before last and giggling when he tickles you with it and more long hugs and unsaid “I love you”s that he wishes he said more

And Diluc Ragnvindr is nothing but devoted and loyal and he would single handedly bring celestia to its knees if you asked because you’ve never made him feel so safe

Diluc Ragnvindr is beautiful in every sense of the word

I pulled Diluc and I’m having thoughts. Anyway I formatted this while I was sick my apologies. Koi you’re welcome I posted it

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okay I've finally figured out the prompt situation 😅

congrats on 800 followers and here's to many more to come!!

for the event, could I get a drabble of diluc with the prompts …you realize that you long to see them again and “i’ve been afraid of changing because I’ve built my life around you" (landslide by fleetwood mac) ? diluc's pov if it's not too much to ask for?

congrats again 👍 you are so cool

ok jack. jack remember ily thank you for the notes (this broke my heart)

Coming Home

Character: Diluc Ragnvindr

Warnings: reverse hurt/comfort, a lot of diluc backstory that may not be 100% accurate but I'm p sure I got it

Notes: ok so. The “moment” hit already and he’s home yada yada yada im not following the prompt what else is new /hj I TRIED ok. not proofread I'm sorry

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It was a long walk home. 

The time without you was terrifying. He insisted he needed time away, time to think—to be angry, to grieve, to process it all—without the fear of lashing out on you. 

His father passed due to the Fatui’s traps and Delusions and went on a rampage through the country. He couldn’t hold still, he couldn’t think, and you didn’t deserve to be around him and deal with the results of something that wasn’t your problem. 

Despite how much he still believed all that, he knew he couldn’t run forever. 

He hesitated for a long moment but decided to ring the doorbell. He rocked back and forth on his heels, waiting anxiously for the door to open. When it opened, he gave a small, awkward wave to Adelinde.

Her mouth opened slightly as she struggled to put the words together to speak. “Master Diluc—“

He shook his head. “Please, just….can I come in?”

She put on her best face, taking a moment to steady herself. “Of course. The winery will always have a place for you.”

He followed her a few feet in the doorway when he heard another voice from the top of the stairs. 

“Adelinde? Who is it?” you asked, followed by a quiet gasp. 

Diluc, using every ounce of strength he could muster in his mind, raised his head to look at you. He didn’t deserve to see you—he didn’t deserve you—but he had to know you were okay. 

The next thing he knew, you ran down the stairs to him and jumped into his arms. He tried to cover his groan of pain with a cough—he had more injuries than he thought, initially—but wrapped his arms tightly around you. You were here, in his arms again. It was everything he’d wished he could be selfish and have for years before he had you, and everything he’d dreamed about in the time he spent away. 

“Diluc,” you said in a hushed voice, pulling away enough to look at him. 

That look said everything. He knew he’d broken your trust, he knew you were upset. If you’d left on a rampage for several weeks to a foreign country and just left a note and occasionally sent letters home, he would be angry too. It wasn’t fair to you, and he knew that. 

“Go get a shower, darling. You smell like the woods.”

He smiled. Genuinely, actually smiled for the first time in ages. You always managed to pick him up whenever anything was wrong, usually with an ill-timed joke or comforting words. Usually both. He nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Thank you,” he muttered, not entirely sure how much he was thanking you for. 

Later that evening, after a shower, a proper meal, and Adelinde insisting on helping bandage him up, he made his way to the bedroom you shared before he left. In the time he was still in Mondstadt, he didn’t have the heart to go through his father’s things in the master bedroom. 

He knocked quietly and entered, unsure if you were asleep. He knew it was late when he arrived home and even later now that he’d settled in. It was nice to wear the soft, clean clothes Adelinde prepared for him after nearly wrapping him head to toe in bandages. 

You were reading, simply lounging in bed. He stood by the door, tense and unsure of what was going to happen from here. He was home, you seemed happy to see him, but he knew you had to be upset. It was completely justified, he knew that it wasn’t fair for him to up and leave like that. 

“I-”

“Don’t,” you said softly, closing the book and setting it on the nightstand next to you. Your voice wasn’t cold or harsh by any means—you were calm. And when you looked at him, he only saw his beautiful lover that had always stood by him, no matter if he was in an argument with his immature brother or was injured fighting off hillychurls. Maybe this wouldn’t be much different. 

You held your arms out for him and he hesitated. Would you really want to hold him, after everything he did? Everything you didn’t even know he did? 

But your eyes silently pleaded with him, so he laid next to you. Immediately, he felt your arms gingerly around him, brushing over the bandages and minimal amount of bare skin between them. He melted into you, having kept himself from that kind of love for so long—he didn't realize how much he missed you until he was there with you again. 

Silently, the tears poured from his eyes. His breath shook and he buried his face in your shoulder. As gently as possible, he felt your hands brush through his slightly-damp hair, brushing pieces out of his face and running over his head soothingly. 

“It’s alright,” you mutter, kissing the top of his head. 

“It’s not,” he tries to argue, realizing very quickly how quickly the exhaustion was hitting him. “I’m–I’m so sorry—”

You hush him gently, tilting his head to look at you. “Diluc, we don’t have to talk tonight. You’re home, you’re safe. That’s all that matters to me—but you’re exhausted. I can see it in your eyes. We can talk tomorrow. For now, sleep. It’s late.”

He took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. “I love you,” he muttered. 

It took a long time for his mind to shut down. He couldn’t stop thinking—there was so much he felt like he had to explain. So much had happened, he’d missed so much since he was home. But he was home now, and he guessed that was the important part. After what felt like ages, he let himself relax against you and eventually fell asleep, enjoying the feeling of you running your hands through his hair. In a world where he now didn’t have anyone, and he didn’t know who he could or couldn’t trust, he knew he had you, at least in this moment. 

~~

Well, I’ve been afraid of changing

‘Cause I built my life around you

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you're an angel in my eyes

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Character: Lucifer (Obey Me)

Warnings: (Healthy) discussion of boundaries & touch issues, reader has some issues w that, very respectful and supportive Lucifer, very much projection

Notes: i dont know what this is ngl maybe someone can relate. not proofread sorry

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Lucifer sat on the couch next to you, handing you the glass of water you requested in one swift motion. “For you, my dear,” he said a bit teasingly, offering a playful smile. It was rare you saw him like this—happy and relaxed—but you wanted to enjoy the moment with him. 

“Thank you,” you said, taking a sip before setting it down on the coaster in front of you. “You’re in a good mood.”

He hummed in reply, instead taking the opportunity to lean in to kiss you. It was short and sweet, but conveyed the affection he had for you in that simple action. “I finished a larger project Diavolo had me on. I figured tonight should be one to celebrate.”

You didn’t get much chance to reply before he carefully kissed you again, his actions gentle, like he was afraid to break you if he held you too close. Nevertheless, he found a way to combat those feelings and began to pull you a bit closer, hands slowly finding their way to rest on your waist. 

At this, you practically jumped away from him—why, you weren’t sure. This wasn’t the first time he’d held you like that, and you’d never had an issue with it before. He noticed, though, and immediately pulled away from you to assess what was wrong. 

“(Y/N), are you—“

“I’m, uh—I’m a bit hungry, too. Sorry to make you run to the kitchen just for me to go a few minutes later. I’ll be right back, though.”

You didn’t give him a chance to reply before you scurried out the door. Unfortunately, he had no idea what he’d done wrong and desperately wanted to ask, but you didn’t seem in the mood to talk about it yet. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t worry about you,  though. 

Several minutes later (much longer than it took to run from his bedroom to the kitchen), you returned empty-handed. He wouldn’t ask where you wound up, considering you didn’t come back with the snacks you were so hungry for. 

As you walked over, he stood and took your hands in his. His touch was soft, like one may touch an infant or a porcelain doll. He very gently curled his fingertips against yours, his hands hovering over yours in case you decided to pull away again. “What’s wrong, my love?” he asked, pouting slightly. He wanted to know—to fix whatever he’d done wrong. 

You slid your hands into his, albeit a bit hesitant. “Nothing,” you replied, squeezing his hands. “Back to your project, hm? Want to tell me about it?”

“I want to ensure that you’re okay,” he said, not backing down from this. “If…if you don’t want to talk to me, I understand, but please, tell me if you’re upset with me. I never want to leave problems unsolved with you, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to run away from me when things go wrong.”

You paused for a moment, then shook your head. “It’s nothing you did, it’s okay, Lucifer.”

He slowly brought your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “Will you tell me, what, then? You don’t have to, but I’m asking that you do.”

Leading him to the couch again, you sat awkwardly, a few inches away from him. He followed suit, keeping his hand in yours. 

“Sometimes…” you started, trying to phrase this the best you could. “Touch is a…strange thing for me. Usually, I’m completely content with whatever you choose to do, whether we’re kissing or whatever…sometimes I just get this weird feeling and it sets me off. I don’t like it, I don’t do it intentionally, and I know it’s weird, but there’s nothing I can do about it-“

He shook his head, causing you to pause. “There’s nothing for you to apologize for, my dear,” he said plainly, turning towards you further. “(Y/N), love, look at me. I love you, quirks and all. And if you’re telling me you want me to slow down a little, that’s fine. If you’d rather stay where we are and just have me check in to see if my affection is okay with you in the moment, I can do that as well.”

You thought for a moment and eventually replied, “that second one sounds nice, actually. Is that okay?”

“Of course.” He smiled, kissing your knuckles again. He knew that was okay—that was safe, so he could stay with that until he knew you were comfortable with more. Hesitantly, he asked, “can I hug you?”

When you nod, he leaned forward and carefully wrapped his arms around you, one hand cradling your head and the other holding your middle. “I will always love you,” he whispered. “Please, if something is ever wrong, tell me. And stop me if you’re ever uncomfortable with anything I do.” He pulled away just enough to look you in the eye, thumb ghosting over your cheek. “All I want in this world is you to be loved and cared for.”

You smiled at him, and he swore his heart melted in the moment. There was nothing that lifted his spirits more than seeing you happy, especially because of him. “Thanks, Lucifer,” you said, leaving a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. He’d deny it if asked, but he blushed a bit from it. You leaned into him, laying your head against his shoulder, then his chest when he wrapped his arm around you. “Tell me about this project of yours, now?”

“Persistent as ever,” he teased.

The two of you talked for a while—first about his project, then about the latest drama at the House of Lamentation. Apparently, Asmodeus was screwing around with a particularly irritating ex of his and Mammon and Levi weren’t talking because he “long-term borrowed” a Ruri-chan doll and somehow had pocket money now. 

Not very long into the night, you started yawning halfway through sentences and he could see in your eyes that you were tired. It was quite adorable, actually—he enjoyed seeing you content enough to fall asleep in his arms. Not much later, he noticed you’d nodded off. Careful not to throw your head back or wake you, he picked you up and placed you on the bed, covering you in the fluffy blankets. You looked so peaceful…

He was about to turn away and continue working on a bit of paperwork he had left over after that project when he felt a hand on his wrist. Your eyes were half open and you had a loose grip on him. “Stay,” you mumble, the sounds slurring together from sleep. “Pretty please.”

How could he deny that?

He kicked off his shoes and pulled the blanket back, finding his place behind you in his bed. At first, he wanted to reach out and pull you in, but hesitated. “Can I hold you?” he asked gently, hand hovering a bit above you. When you nodded, he smiled and curled in behind you, arm snug around your waist and face buried in your shoulder. 

Lucifer had never slept as content as he did than when he was next to you, and tonight was no different. Actually, it might have been better.

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alone at the edge of the universe humming a tune

for merely dreaming we were snow…

Character: Alhaitham (Genshin Impact)

Warnings: none

Notes: I’m trying to make myself write again. whew. roughly inspired by dream sweet in sea major

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Alone at the edge of the universe humming a tune…

“‘Haitham, where are we going?”

“You’ll have to see!”

“We’re going to get in trouble.”

He suddenly stopped his ascent up the ramp to the Sanctuary of Surasthana, forcing you to run into his back. You stumbled back, but his graceful hands caught you from falling.

You found yourself against his chest, one of his arms around your waist and the other clutching your back, helping you steady yourself. He looks up to the sky—the stars were stunning in Sumeru City, you’d thought that since the first time you saw them. But when your eyes found his again, you decided there was something more beautiful.

“Don’t you trust me?” he muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

You didn’t know why, but you slowly nodded. Despite being your boyfriend, you never quite trusted his midnight escapades. Him, though, you trusted.

He broke out into a grin and let you go, his hand dropping to lace with yours. The two of you finished your walk, no longer feeling in a rush, and got to the main doors of the sanctuary.

“I’ve seen this a million times, Alhaitham, this is where I take my lunch break when I have time-”

He put his finger to his lips and gestured for you to follow him. Without another word to you, he began climbing past the doors, walking on the branches that crossed over it. Slowly but surely, you followed and climbed the mossy branches until you met up with him.

The two of you sat, legs swinging over the edge of the doorway. If someone caught you, you’d be in incredible amounts of trouble, but he had a rebellious streak you always adored. You sat in the peaceful quiet for a while, enjoying each other’s company, hand in hand.

“It’s beautiful tonight,” you mutter, turning to face him. “Why did you bring me up here, though?”

“I just wanted to see if you’d sneak out with me.”

You scoff and nudge his arm. “Really?”

He buried his face in your shoulder, pressing quick, tickling kisses along your neck and shoulder. It made you tense up and giggle, holding onto him so you didn’t fall off. He took the opportunity to tickle your sides and behind your knee since your hands were busy.

“I yield!” you laugh, unable to say more than that with how much he made you laugh. He finally stopped, a smug grin on his face when he pulled away. “You’re cruel to me, Alhaitham. I wonder why I stay with you.”

Still smiling, he said, “I have no idea.”

**

You stood in the elevator of the Akademiya, impatiently waiting to get to the Grand Sage’s office. It was rather arrogant of whoever built it to make one floor the whole office, you thought, but it was rather convenient that you didn’t have to worry about getting lost.

You stepped out of the elevator, casually walking up to the desk. There sat Alhaitham, so busy with work he probably hadn’t heard the elevator. After the fall of the sages, he’d taken over as the Acting Grand Sage until the higher ups that were still in charge appointed a new one. You were certain they wanted him to just agree to the job, as was he, but he was stubborn about his word. ‘I’m meant to be a scribe, not the Grand Sage, dear’, he said over dinner once. ‘Anyway, I don’t know what I’d do with all that office room.’

That didn’t lessen his workload, though.

“Love?” you asked, leaning on the edge of the desk. “It’s nearly ten, it’s time to go home.”

“Last thing,” he grumbled as he scratched away at the paperwork. That was his usual excuse, but you knew better by now.

You sighed and took the pen from his hand. He opened his mouth to protest, but decided it wasn’t a good idea. “Bedtime.” You don’t leave any extra room for argument, so he decided to concede. There was always tomorrow.

He leaned back against the back of the chair, holding his arms out for you. It made you smile—after all these years together, you didn’t expect him to be very affectionate, but he still was. He pulled you into his lap, guiding you to sit across his legs.

“Talk to me, my love.” You ran your hands through his hair, making him melt into your arms.

He hugged you a little tighter and shook his head. “Nothing to talk about, just a lot to get done.”

You notice he’d opened several windows in the office and smile. At least he was getting some fresh air. “It’s beautiful tonight,” you said, eyes tracing the stars and all their shapes and patterns in the sky. “Might be a nice night for a walk…”

“A walk?”

“Up to the Sanctuary?”

He smiled and laid his head on your shoulder. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“You only dragged me up there once a week during our time at school.”

He smiled at you, slowly shaking his head. “I adore you and your niche memory, my dear.”

“I think you’re making fun of me, you know.”

“I won’t confirm or deny that.”

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Iris

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Character: Oikawa Tooru

Warnings: fluffy fluff. v short. listen to this while you read <3

Notes: hi @kage7ama i wrote this very quickly but this is my very quickly done attempt to remind u i love you /p also small note to the angel that is @kodzukoi thank you for helping my inability to make decisions

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“Dearest?”

You slowly picked your head up from the rather comfortable pillows, having just woken from a nap. You picked your head up and saw the silhouette of your boyfriend in the doorway. 

“You’re home,” you said, attempting to sit up sleepily. “Hi, baby…”

“No, no—“ Oikawa rushed in, albeit quietly, and guided you to lay down again. “Lay down, dear. I’ll join you.”

You didn’t try to resist him, still being half asleep, but you did argue. “You just got home from hanging out with your friends, I wanted to hear how the party went…”

He hushed you again, slipping off his jacket and hanging it on the closet door knob. “Don’t worry about it, (Y/N), we can talk later.” 

You sighed, but knew there’s no point in further arguing. He changed out of his button-down and dress pants and into more comfortable clothes, finding his place behind you. 

“So you had fun with Iwaizumi and your other friends?”

He smiled and nodded, leaving a gentle trail of kisses down your jaw & neck. “I did,” he muttered. “Go back to sleep. I can fill you in later.”

You buried yourself deeper into the blankets, feeling much more comfortable and safe with him holding you. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck and heavy arm around your waist, holding you close to him. His entire being enveloped you and you couldn’t be happier. 

“Hey ‘ru?”

“Yes, my dear?”

“Love you.”

You could feel him smile against your neck. “Love you too. Now stop talking and go to sleep.”

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Conversations with a Stranger

Character: Kaveh (Genshin Impact)

Warnings: alcohol consumption (as far as i know the reader doesn't consume any), all very light-hearted stuff though. fluff& fun

Notes: i did an event w @favonius-library !! they did a gift exchange things and i got to write kaveh as a treat. i hope you like this @heiayen !

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Who knew how long you’d been talking to him?

It certainly hadn’t been over an hour…but then again, it could be. It was barely dark out when you arrived, but judging based on the sunlight didn’t help when you were out at the bar when it was dark out. 

You started losing track of time not long after you arrived. After your friend canceled at the last minute, you were about to leave when a guy sat down next to you and asked your name. So you told him. 

“Kaveh, lovely to meet you,” he said, a cheerful smile on his face. “Sorry if I’m bothering you, but you looked a little lonely.”

“I was going to meet a friend, but something came up.”

“Oh. Well, you're welcome to stay and chat with me, if you’ve got nothing else going on.”

You thought for a moment—there was no real reason for you to stay, but he seemed so cheerful and had an energy that you wanted to hang around with for a few more minutes. Not to mention the fact that he had ordered drinks that were more sugar than alcohol, which was a bit worrisome in its own right. 

That short conversation led to much more in depth ones–he complained about his roommate and you about the menial things at your job; the longer you spoke, the more you enjoyed his energy and conversation.

The live music the tavern had for the evening picked up and he groaned, laying his head down on the countertop. 

“What’s the matter with you?” you asked, nudging his shoulder. 

Kaveh rolled his eyes at your teasing. “This is one of my favorites, but I suppose you wouldn’t want to dance with me.” He looked longingly in the direction of the music, then back at you similarly. “Would you?”

You thought for a moment. You had no idea what his dancing skills were like, nor did you know if you’d look like two fools together, but you couldn't resist the puppy-level begging eyes he managed to give you. With a sigh, you said, “fine, but just one, alright?”

Like the energy had just been restored back into him, he jumped up from his chair and grinned like a madman. “You’re a wonderful companion, do you know that?” he asked before taking your hand and leading you to a more open area that some people would dance in from time to time. 

He took your hands and led you moving, spinning, and all around having a grand time as you swayed and spun to the music next to you. At the end of that song, he begged for another, and again at the end of that. Unable to deny him (and admitting that you were having quite a bit of fun, too), you agreed and spent the rest of the time the band was there enjoying yourselves like that—only stopping to get some water or another drink once in a while. 

After dancing into early hours of the morning, he offered to walk you home and you accepted. On the way back, you continued talking and laughing as you had been at the tavern. 

“Then, Mehrak starts beeping so aggressively at him that he tells me to find a power button for him, and he tried to open up and close his fingers in the case!” Kaveh erupts into giggles and smiles at you warmly. “I don’t know where he got that sass, but he’s got a great personality.”

“Sounds like he got it from you.”

He smirked. “Maybe.”

The two of you arrive at your front door and stop. You turn to face him and smile slightly. “Well, this is me.”

He looked a little sad, but smiled nonetheless. “Ah. Yeah, it’s probably time for me to head home, too…” He began to rock back and forth on his heels for the prolonged awkward silence. After a while, he spoke up again. “I…I’d love to see you again. If you’d like that.”

“I think I would, actually. You’re quite the interesting guy, Kaveh.”

He took your hand and kissed the back of your hand, smiling at you as he did so. “I shall see you soon then.”

You smiled at him and turned back to the door, and watched him wave as he walked away. It was a surprise, meeting someone new that was so interesting to talk to, but you had a feeling this was going to be the start of a great friendship, or something more. 

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Home Again (Part One)

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Thoma

Warnings: lots of theories about thoma's backstory, bit of fluff, beidou <3

Notes: this is either going to be a short series or two oneshots but. we're running a fun winter event over at @yae-publishing-house and i figured why not try something new. also big big thank you to @k-zu for beta reading for me!!

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Winter in Inazuma reminded him of home. 

Thoma spent much of his time in the winter months, enjoying the crisp air that never dropped below freezing. When you lived so close to the sea, it was always just a bit too warm for his taste. 

Everything was still so alive and so colorful. Years later, he still didn't know what to think about it. He missed the white, puffy snow that looked like clouds had fallen to the ground and his childhood friends that used to run between grape vines and throw snowballs with him. He missed the cocoa made by Miss Adelinde and getting snowed in, as well as the trip back to the city when his father came to pick him up. 

Wintertime, no matter what it looked like where he was, made him nostalgic. 

He loved the Kamisato siblings and will forever be grateful for everything they’ve done for him, but he just wanted to visit. See the snow again. Remember what that childhood joy was like, just for a few days. 

“I can hear you thinking.”

Thoma smiles, turning to face you. It was late and he should be sleeping, considering he woke up with the sun every morning. However, he couldn’t seem to get his mind to quiet down. 

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he laughs, brushing his hand over your cheek. “Go to sleep.”

You shake your head and adjust yourself so you sit up a little further. “Talk to me. What’s got you thinking so hard?”

He sighs, leaning his head against your chest. “I…I miss home. And I love it here! I just–”

You place a finger over his lips, hushing his worries. “You don’t have to defend yourself. You miss Mondstadt, I understand. It’s okay.”

He sighed again. You’d always been incredibly understanding, but he was still afraid you'd be upset with him for some reason. “Are you sure? I promise I love you and I love being here and–”

He stops talking when you lean in to kiss him, smiling against your lips. Your hand comes up to hold his face so he leans gently into the touch. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, nudging his nose against yours. 

“You have nothing to thank me for. Do you feel a little better?”

“Much, thank you.”

You smile and lay back, pulling him down with you. He laughed as he fell into you, getting comfortable in laying on your chest. 

“(Y/N)?” he asks, looking up at you from his quite cozy place curled up next to you. 

“What, my love?”

He smiles again. “I love you.”

**

“Lord Kamisato, you called?”

Thoma poked his head in Ayato’s office, trying not to interrupt him. While they were friends, he still tried his hardest to show the respect that he should to him. 

“Ah, yes. Come in,” he said, gesturing for him to sit. “I have an offer for you.”

He slowed his actions, trying to figure out what that was supposed to mean. He closed the door to the office behind him and sat across from his desk.

“You look nervous.”

“I am nervous.”

“Why?”

“I can’t tell if you have a gift for me or you’d like me to try something you cooked.”

Ayato laughed, setting his pen down. “I promise, it’s a gift. I was speaking to (Y/N) the other day, and they expressed they felt like you deserve a vacation.”

“Va–what, vacation? I’m fine, really, don’t worry about it—”

“You didn’t let me finish,” he said rather calmly in comparison to his anxious energy. “I believe a week away from the house would do you some good. As long as you don’t get too terribly seasick…how does a trip to Mondstadt sound?”

His eyes went wide. “Lor– Ayato, you can’t possibly mean it—”

Ayato shook his head, smiling at his excitement. “I mean it, Thoma. You do so much, you deserve some time off, and why not visit your homeland to do so?”

“I–I can’t thank you enough, Ayato—you're certain this is alright?”

Again, he nodded, walking around the desk and offering his hand. “I am, Thoma. I have a friend, you may know Captain Beidou, that is willing to make a pit stop for you. However, she leaves Ritou in two days.”

Thoma, practically shaking in excitement, lunged at him in a hug. “You’re incredible, thank you, Ayato,” he said, squeezing him tight. 

He clapped his shoulder, then gently pushed him off. “And I believe you should get packing.”

His eyes lit up and he ran off. Little did he know, Ayato had yet another trick up his sleep he wouldn’t be sharing with him until he left.

**

Two days passed. After he asked, you agreed to walk Thoma to Ritou to say goodbye. He desperately didn’t want to leave you, but he hadn’t been home since long before the multiple decrees, and he knew it was time to at least visit. He hoped he would visit all of his old friends—it would be a strange difference to see the Ragnvindr brothers after such a long time. 

The two of you arrived at the Alcor. After saying hello to Beidou and bringing all his things onboard, the two of you sat on the dock until it was time for him to leave. 

“What will Inazuma do without their incredible fixer for a week or so?” You teased, squeezing his hand. “The whole nation will crumble!”

He laughed and shook his head at your antics. “You’re not helping the whole ‘I don’t want to leave you’ thing, (Y/N).”

Beidou poked her head over the side of the ship, having caught a little bit of their conversation. “Did they not tell you? Ayato arranged for them to come along!”

Thoma stared for a moment, watching you splutter and say something about how it was supposed to be a surprise! Beidou got a cheeky grin and disappeared below deck again, no doubt to finish preparing for their takeoff. However, a wide smile spread across his face and he turned to face you. 

“Is she serious?” he asked, eyes lighting up at you. When you nodded, he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug and swayed you side to side.

“Need oxygen!” you laughed as he let you go.

He held your face and brought your forehead to his. “I’m so happy you’re coming with me,” he muttered, punctuating his statement with a quick kiss. “And I can’t wait to show you everything.”

You chuckled and kissed him again. “Thank Ayato—he pulled everything together. But I’m glad I’m coming too.”

“Alright lovebirds!” Beidou yelled from the wheel, smiling at the two of them. “Let’s get going—we’re leaving with or without ya!”

Thoma’s grin somehow broadened and he jumped up with you in tow. “Come on!”

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don’t go breaking my heart

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Childe/Tartaglia

Warnings: use of childe’s actual name, our world au. written in 30min at 1am, be warned

Notes: I didn’t think i was ever going to write for childe but. here we are guys. if you don’t know the song just listen to it please it’s linked

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Don't go breaking my heart I couldn't if I tried Oh honey if I get restless Baby you're not that kind

Saturday evenings were quite interesting when you lived with Ajax. 

Sometimes, they involved surprise date nights: spending hours out on the town, trying a new restaurant, going to a movie. Others, you spent it indoors, cooking and watching TV while swatting him out of the kitchen because he kept trying to distract you with kisses. 

Or, other nights went like this. 

You decided to order in when neither of you felt like cooking. You had so much cleaning to catch up on since you’d both been so busy the last few weeks and adding more dishes to the equation seemed like a nightmare. 

About an hour ago, Ajax put on his cleaning playlist (he had a very specific one) and began dusting in the living room. You busied yourself in the kitchen, putting all the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, then spraying down the counters. 

“Baby!” he called, swinging around the entryway and smiling at you. 

“Yes, love?” you teased, mimicking his enthusiasm. 

He made a gesture for you to come to him and didn’t stop until you were in his arms. Without wasting a second, he wrapped one arm around your waist and the other took your hand—he pulled you into the living room, looking awfully proud of himself. 

“What are you doing to me?” you laughed as he squeezed you closer, beginning to sway you back and forth.  

“Shh!” he said, nodding towards the TV playing his music. “Listen!”

You did for a moment, then it clicked. So that’s what he wanted—his favorite karaoke song came on, and he insisted on dancing with you to it every time. This wasn’t a new occurrence and you knew better than to argue. Instead, you just fell into his arms and let him spin you around the room endlessly. 

Despite being off-key and in your ear,you enjoyed his singing. He was enjoying himself and you could tell. And seeing Ajax laugh and sing his heart out made yours melt every time. He dipped and spun you around, encouraging you to sing along. As the song ended, you crashed on the couch, in his arms. You fell across his lap, feet kicked over the arm of the couch, looking up at him with the stupidest smiles on both your faces. 

“You’re cute,” he muttered, thumb gently stroking your cheek. 

You flicked his nose, making him giggle with you, and leaned up to kiss him. You pecked his cheek and replied, “and you make it very hard to clean.”

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breathe.

description kyoya character analysis & some slight tamakyo. could be platonic or romantic take it as you will

genre: angst & hurt/comfort. kinda happy ending?

notes: why do I always project on this guy. anyway my therapist let me talk about him so now I’m having feelings. I did my research i promise i didnt just make stuff up for his subjects

edit: my therapist read it and said she loved it and then i had a fun time talking about what this meant lol

“Kyoya?” 

He jolted awake upon hearing someone calling his name, sitting up rather quickly from his place on the host club’s couch. How did he get there? He was sure, just a few minutes ago, he was sitting at the table, working—

He fumbled around for his glasses, now more concerned he didn’t have them on his face, when an outstretched hand held them for him. Looking up, he realized that blurry hand was an even blurrier Haruhi. Their eyebrows furrowed upon seeing his panic and they looked almost…concerned for him. 

Kyoya took a deep breath, allowing his thoughts to re-collect, and placed his glasses back on his face. Everything was much clearer, suddenly, and he looked around. The twins stood off in the corner, Haruhi sat on the edge of the couch he laid on, Mori and Honey, on the couch opposite him—why was everyone staring at him so intently?—and Tamaki…

Where was Tamaki?

“Take a deep breath, Kyoya,” Haruhi said, gently as they could. “You fell asleep working and Kaoru found you before the club was supposed to open, so Mori put you on the couch hoping you’d be more comfortable.”

“Supposed to o—Haruhi, what time is it?”

“About 4:30? We decided to just cancel today—”

“You let me sleep that—“ he started, rather irritated, but caught himself. It wasn’t their fault. It was his fault for falling asleep in the first place. There was so much to do in so little time and he had to make sure all of it was perfect. “My apologies, my anger is not directed towards you, Haruhi.”

“I…” They shook their head, contemplating their next words. “Kyoya, you don’t look-“

“Kyoya Ootori!”

He was in for it if Tamaki, in all his elaborate dramatics, was using his full name. 

The doors to the music room opened with a creak and in stormed a mess of blond hair and rather irritated violet eyes. Haruhi joined the twins, wanting to stay out of the way of the King’s fury. Mori gently placed his hands over Honey’s ears, trying to limit the noise while he slept as well. 

“What—” he started, swinging by the table and grabbing his open notebook, only to wave it in his face— “is this?”

His tone reminded him of one not unlike his father’s when he was in trouble for something, yet Tamaki was just louder. Kyoya hung his head. Whatever it was, it was well deserved, he was sure.

“I don’t have the patience for this today, Tamaki,” he muttered, rather bitterly. “I have things to do.”

He tried to reach for the notebook, but Tamaki held it higher than his arms could reach. This game? Really?

“You will not be working anymore today,” he said, rather matter-of-factly, like there was no argument to be had. 

He rolled his eyes. “I have things to do, Tamaki.”

“And they can wait until tomorrow!”

“No they can’t–!” He lunged for the book again and, to his dismay, he tossed the book across the room to Hikaru. The twins each got a devilish look, per their usual demeanor, and ran off with it. Haruhi followed suit, albeit much slower, while shooting him a sympathetic look. . Mori took that as his cue to leave as well, doing his best to carry Honey out of the room without waking him. 

They each stared the other down until the doors finally closed. The latch of the doorknob broke the tension long enough for Kyoya to look away and stand up, going back to the table he’d been working at during the end of school. 

“Kyoya, I mean it,” Tamaki said, much gentler, following him through the room. “You look horrible—”

“Thank you ever so much for the vote of confidence, dear.”

“Listen, will you!” 

Kyoya looked up from his things—calculator, phone, his other notebook for notes about the host club, his other other notebook for his German homework, physics textbook, legal pad full of his to-do lists—and glared at him. 

Tamaki rushed to sit in the chair next to him, hand ever-so-gently placed on his arm. “You’re doing too much,” he sighed, taking his hand instead of his arm. “I’m worried about you.”

He stared. He stared for a long moment, unsure how to react. It wasn’t too much—he was fine, really. If it was too much, he knew when he needed to take a break. Soon, they’d be on winter vacation and he’d stop studying in the weekday evenings until school started again. He just needed to keep up with the host club’s work, as well as his duties for his family’s company, and stay as far ahead in his schoolwork as he could. His grades had to keep him top of the class and the pressure from his father didn’t make that any easier, but he knew how to make it work. 

He took mental note of everything he had to do in the following three days down to the hour he was supposed to do it, and everything else was kept in a scheduling book he never went anywhere without. When time moved on as he planned it, things went as they should. Everyone relied on him for his ability to schedule and keep a cool head, so he would continue to complete his responsibilities as a son, student, and shadow president. 

“Kyoya?” Tamaki asked, pulling him from his train of thought. “Please. You’re falling asleep at the table because I know you’re not sleeping enough at night.”

 “And how would you know that?” 

He took a deep breath before proceeding. “I can see it in your face, Kyoya. There are bags under your eyes, you’re paler than usual—when’s the last time you ate?”

Thinking back for a moment, he tried to think of the last real meal he’d had—one of the guests brought him cookies and he ate half of one before giving the rest to Honey. The night before, Fuyumi brought him a snack when he was studying, but he only picked at it before throwing it out before he went to bed. Dinner wasn’t his favorite, either, so he didn’t have much then. 

“It doesn’t matter,” he decided, pulling his hand away from Tamaki to continue whatever he was working on before. What was he working on? There was his German assignment that was due at the end of next week that he needed to start, an English paper due after that, then the history homework that he didn’t want to do but knew it needed to be done anyway. That was the most boring, maybe he’d work through that first. Or would it be better to organize things by the due date instead of the subject?

Tamaki sighed and fell forward, sprawling his arms out over the table. He could sense the frustration he was desperately trying to bite back, but he was earnest about the fact that he was fine. “You’re impossible,” he complained, turning his head to look at him. “If you can’t beat them, might as well join them, no? When is this due?”

He gestured to the half-done homework in front of them. Kyoya sighed. “Thursday.”

“Oh! Well, that’s not bad. Two days from now—” 

“Next Thursday.”

“Kyoya. Why do you do this to yourself—all worked up over nothing—”

“It’s not nothing,” he muttered. 

“What was that?”

Frustrated with his nagging and inability to leave him alone, Kyoya decided not to hold back all his thoughts from the past several days (maybe longer). “It’s not nothing you absolute moron—you have no idea the kind of pressure I’m under!” he pushed himself away from the table and began pacing around the room, talking with his hands so much so he was sure he’d be in trouble at home if he did that. It wasn’t proper, no, of course not. 

“I’m constantly babysitting you, as well as making sure the rest of the club isn’t in trouble all the time,” he started—later, he’d hope he knew he didn’t mean that as harshly as he said it. “I have to be perfect to even be recognized for anything I do, and I have to work three times as hard as either of my brothers for my father to even notice me! There are some days I swear Fuyumi is the only one who cares about me, and she’s only around once in a while since she moved out! I was disappointed when I got an A minus on my math test the other day because I was frustrated it wasn’t any higher! I almost lost it during class when I got a B  back on an essay I tried my damnedest on! The only things that matter to anyone’s respect I crave are what I can do and how impressive can I be? And I’m—I’m tired of it, but there’s nothing I can do! Even if I tried to rebel I couldn’t let myself!”

He spun around at the last moment, gesturing to Tamaki to say something. He wasn’t sure what he wanted him to say, but since they were in middle school, he’d always known exactly what to tell him. It was Tamaki who brought him back to his senses when he needed it and always Tamaki who made him calm down when he was like this. 

Rather than saying anything, he slowly stood up and walked over to him. Before Kyoya realized what was going on, he felt Tamaki’s arms around his shoulders in a tight embrace. Even slower, his arms fell and rested around him as well. Despite how tightly he squeezed him, it felt like a breath of fresh air after being underwater for too long. 

It didn’t fix anything right away, but he didn’t expect it to. Just that opportunity to breathe was enough. 

Because Tamaki felt like home.

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That's 173 more posts than 2021!

296 posts created (28%)

759 posts reblogged (72%)

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#sk8 the infinity - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#i just read a fuckin fic that reader was supposed to be like. a lot shorter than sakusa. i know several girls who are at least 5’9 like

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

How They Kiss (KnB ver.)

Fandom: Kuroko's Basketball

Character: Kise Ryouta, Kuroko Tetsuya, Kagami Taiga, Murasakibara Atsushi

Warnings: borderline suggestive but mostly fluffy bs. not proofread or edited at ALL. written at 1am excuse the grammar

Notes: gonna make another one of these w my boys but i gotta make the bestie (ew i hate that i said that like they are i just hate the word) & the no homo s/o happy first <33 @rqkuya thanks for the inspo on the kuroko one and @ruujiko come get ur man he's a giant teddy bear

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#4

5 Moments Kagami Taiga Realized How Much He Liked You, and the One He Finally Did Something About It

Fandom: Kuroko’s Basketball

Character: Kagami Taiga

Warnings: cursing, several food mentions, it’s assumed that reader isn’t a basketball player but knows a little, minor injury mentioned, plz dont listen to the fic ur not actually supposed to use hydrogen peroxide on cuts but i didnt know that till i googled it after i read this just use cool water to clean it,

Notes: wrote the ending when i was sick so its shitty however this is officially the longest fic I've written and posted on here. beat the last one by like 20 words or something. congrats to me

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#3

hi, can i please request the sk8 boys reactions to a reader who can skate (doing tricks and all) wearing stilettos? take your time and take care!!

sk8 boys reacting to you skating in heels

Fandom: Sk8 The Infinity

Characters: Kaoru “Cherry Blossom” Sakurayashiki, Miya Chinen, Reki Kyan

Warnings: MIYAS IS PLATONIC ONLY. that was my biggest concern writing him. however the other two can be taken as platonic or romantic, dealer’s choice. reader’s age isn’t implied either so you could be a friend/older sibling/partner/whatever you like!

Notes: hi! so sk8 boys was vague so I did some favs + some people who deserve more recognition on my blog lol. i could do a pt 2 if anyone is interested?? It would be Langa & Joe and maybe shadow hmm

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365 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#2

hihi!! i saw your event and i love the theme jdbsjs <33 also happy (early?) birthday to both you and koi!!

can i request a 4 star pull for genshin impact? the trope would be they forgot your birthday (hurt/comfort pls) ☺️☺️ with xiao, diluc, and gorou?

thank you so much!! if i didn’t request correctly pls feel free to dm me :,)

when they forget your birthday...

etc: established relationship, modern au![character] x gn!reader, gn pronouns used (they/them/mx.), food mentions (not descriptive), probably very ooc i'm sorry

notes: the favoritism is real in this one :,)

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My #1 post of 2022

Detention

Fandom: Stranger Things

Character: Eddie Munson

Warnings: suggestive content, lots of kissing

Notes: before anyone gets too excited im not writng for everyone just this guy. feel free to send requests for him tho im in love with this bastard man <3 anyway what even is this help me /hj

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“(Y/N)...psst, hey, (Y/N).”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean you're the reason we’re stuck here in the first place! So no!” 

“Hey, ain’t my fault Holak’s a pain in everyone’s ass and doesn’t like it when I kiss my favorite person in the hallway.”

“We were not kissing you were making out with me under the stairs, Munson. And now I have detention and it's your fault.”

Eddie Munson, king freak of Hawkins High, dungeon master and ring leader of Hellfire Club, and worst of all your boyfriend flashed his incredibly irritating and adorable smile at you—you looked away to not fall for it, going back to your homework. 

He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “you weren’t complaining about it before she found us, were you?”

You could just smack him. 

Instead, you decided to tune him out and continue your work. May as well do something productive here, right?

You didn’t look up when the teacher mentioned something about having a meeting to go to and expecting you to behave yourselves, nor did you look up when he left. You, unfortunately, looked up when Eddie took your pencil out of your hand and sat on the desk in front of you. 

“Hey! That’s mine!”

“Come get it, sweetheart.”

There’s that cocky smirk you hate so much from him. 

You stood from your seat, as did he. He held the pencil above and behind his head, so you lunged forward for it. With a bit of laugh, he dropped the pencil and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in tight. Your hand you reached for the pencil with landed on his shoulder in defeat. 

“You’re a prick,” you complained, although you made no effort to pull away. 

“Mhm, yeah, and you hate me so much. Shut up and kiss me already.”

He silenced anything else you planned on saying with a needy kiss. Almost immediately you melted, using your other hand to run through his hair. When you tugged gently, he groaned against your lips, pulling you tighter against him. Without a second thought, he walked you backward into a desk (luckily not the one you’d been sitting at) and you sat on top. His hands traveled down from your waist to your legs, guiding you to wrap them around his waist. 

You pulled away from him, putting a finger over his lips to stop him from following yours. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Ed. We’re screwed if he comes back in.”

“You didn’t seem to be complaining.” 

You groaned in frustration and laid your head against his shoulder. “Eddie Munson, you are such a pain in my ass.” 

“I could be if ya let me.”

“Ed!”

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hi, can i please request the sk8 boys reactions to a reader who can skate (doing tricks and all) wearing stilettos? take your time and take care!!

sk8 boys reacting to you skating in heels

Fandom: Sk8 The Infinity

Characters: Kaoru “Cherry Blossom” Sakurayashiki, Miya Chinen, Reki Kyan

Warnings: MIYAS IS PLATONIC ONLY. that was my biggest concern writing him. however the other two can be taken as platonic or romantic, dealer’s choice. reader’s age isn’t implied either so you could be a friend/older sibling/partner/whatever you like!

Notes: hi! so sk8 boys was vague so I did some favs + some people who deserve more recognition on my blog lol. i could do a pt 2 if anyone is interested?? It would be Langa & Joe and maybe shadow hmm

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Kaoru “Cherry Blossom” Sakurayashiki

There are two ways this can go

Teen cherry or adult cherry

Bc there is a difference

Teen cherry thinks you are the single most badass person on the planet but is NOT going to let you outdo him

So he probably tries to do the same

Maybe not stilettos, but some kind of combat boot w a heel

Which is still a heel but is MUCH easier than actual heels

He still eats shit, sorry

He was trying to show off, got too busy watching you, and fell flat on his ass

Laughs it off tho. tries to pretend like he’s not super embarrassed

If teenage joe & adam are there he’s never living that one down

Now if it’s adult cherry there’s a difference

He’s not as competitive as he used to be (though he still is a little bit)

But he’s less reckless and more concerned for your safety

Anyone else he couldn’t care less but you, specifically. He cares

Will probably yell at you for doing something so dangerous but when you remind him you skate at crazy rock and hang in with the best of them he shuts right up

Miya Chinen

I would like to give this brat a noogie and listen to him complain ok he gives peak little brother energy

He thinks you’re so cool man

Like really. Genuinely shocked the first time you started skating in heels—stilettos, no less

He genuinely didn’t know if he could walk in something like that, let alone try to stand on a board

And he watched in admiration while you pulled off several tricks, cheering when you nailed it

Until you rolled up next to him and asked what he thought

Immediately pulls out his switch and swears he wasn’t paying attention

“What do you mean you weren’t watching??”

“I looked for a minute and it seemed cool but my game was more interesting”

He’s at the wonderful age where he’ll never admit anything you do is cool so don’t even try to make him

Reki Kyan

THIS ONE.

HE thinks you’re incredible

Screw whatever Miya thinks he thinks you’re SO COOL

Immediately starts asking questions

Where did you learn that? When did you start? Where do you get shoes like that? Would it be a bad idea to try and steal his mom’s/sister’s?

Please tell him yes on the last one. Bad idea

But you answer all of his questions in turn and he asks if he can get a couple videos of you skating like that

Again, please let him

Eventually he’ll prop his phone up somewhere and let it run and go skate with you

He just thinks you’re so cool and IMPRESSIVE

Really admires you overall. Wants to know what else you can do

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The OM Brothers reaction to Levi secretly having a male s/o?

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Characters: Levi x Reader, platonic!brothers x reader

Warnings: subtle mention of homophobia in mammon's but thats really it

Notes: this didn't specify so i decided to do headcanons i hope that's ok

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Lucifer

he's impressed tbh

first of all, not many can pull one over on him like that

secondly, just had a "if he's happy im happy" kind of mentality for levi

will give you the "if you hurt him..." speech later when he catches you alone for a moment

overall doesn't react much but makes sure to tell levi he's happy for him & proud of him later

sees how happy you two make each other and as long as it stays like that, he can't really complain

Mammon

his immediate reaction is betrayal

levi didn't TELL HIM ?? his wonderful older brother?? the GREAT mammon????

that subsides pretty quickly when he goes into protective brother mode

was a little worried (for no reason) someone might have some 'opinions' abt the fact he was dating a guy

was prepared to glare daggers at anyone who tried to say anything

luckily didn't have to. gave levi a big hug and told you 'welcome to the family' with that super fake "i will kill you if you hurt him" kinda smile

him and lucifer are alike in that way at least

Satan

more or less disinterested

its not a big deal but he's happy for him

more neutral on the subject

doesn't really go out of his way to talk to people so its not like he's gonna be friends with you (unless you initiate that)

doesn't dislike you and its not like he doesn't care he's just very indifferent?

Asmodeus

polar OPPOSITE of satan

SO interested he wants to know everything about you

on one hand, offended he wasn't told but on the other he's trying to figure out if you have siblings

makes a "if he gets boring i live down the hall" joke but SWEARS its a joke when lucifer and mammon glare at him for that one

you have to remind levi you love him later because he gest a little insecure abt that

getting the initial attempts to flirt out of the way he wants to know everything about you and everything about your guys' relationship that he MISSED already

is making interest boards already

so invested already tbh and sometimes he seems pushy but he's just trying to do whats best for his brother

sometimes that means horrible advice and other times that means putting him in eyeliner. who knows

Beelzebub

not a huge deal to him

once the initial "oh he's dating someone that's cool" wears off he's back to asking if he can go to the kitchen ad get something to eat

does try to get to know you though

asks you a lot about food (its beel)

enjoys talking to you when you're around

he's just easy to talk to in general

tries to give you the don't hurt my brother and be a good boyfriend talk but when you mention lucifer already did it laughs and goes "oh good i wont scare you again" and moves on

genuinely thinks you're good for levi and tells him so once he's gotten to know you a bit

Belphegor

was sleeping when levi introduced you to everyone

missed the formal announcement

didn't question it when suddenly there was just this Guy around the house of lamentation all the time

no one else made a big deal about it so he didn't either

one night asked beel before they went to sleep and just

"hey beel whos that guy that's been over like four times this week" "oh yeah that's (Y/N) levi's boyfriend"

...

"oh. ok neat."

literally doesn't care doesn't faze him at all

he's so used to asmo's typical liasons he figures it's nice levi has someone to take care of him

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