#but with the latter two im more okay doing oneshots with them

[gettinshiggywithit]

「ʜᴏᴍᴇ」

Scenario:- Chuuya helps the reader through a tough night.

Pairings:- chuuya x gn!reader (highschool au)

Genre:- comfort?

Type:- oneshot

A/N:- HEY THEREEE!okay yes ive been pretty dead on here but I promise that’s only because of school! Hope this piece isnt cringey and see yall soon!🥲

“Help”

Was all he got

11.52

Eight minutes to midnight.

And he gets this?

A cryptic ominous and yet terrifying message from his beloved.

He contemplates what he should do.Does he let you sleep it off or does he go to you?

He decides it’s too risky to let the former happen so he settles on the latter. He goes to you. He goes to you in the dead of night.

Chuuya Nakahara was by no means a stranger to the rather tricky art of climbing into someone’s room via their window,but when in haste anyone would mess up.

Nevertheless he climbed up,landed on your balcony and knocked three times.paused and then knocked twice.it was the little indicator the two of you had decided on to make sure you knew it was him and not some stranger.

He could see you from his place on the balcony.

you were bent over your phone,typing furiously,your feet crossed and on your bed.

You didnt hear him.

So he shoots you a text,

surely you’ll see it?

A simple

“Im here”

Your head shoots up and you dart to your window,pulling the almost transparent curtains back,you open the window-esque door and he steps right in. Sure he wasnt the biggest guy,but he was nimble and quick oh his feet.packing a punch capable of knocking out someone twice,no, thrice! His size. with an attitude that scared off bullies and a sense of charisma that could charm anyone,he was perfect.

But most importantly,he made you feel safe.

at home.

Something even your own house failed to do.

He opens his arms and you slowly walk into them,your hands wrapping themselves around his slender torso and holding onto him with a death grip.

As he began to rub your back and sway just a little you began to cry.

Tears streamed down your face and stained his hoodie but he didnt care. His shirt could be washed,cleaned or even replaced.But not you. Never you.

And when the sniffling crying and shaking lessened,he pulled away a little and looked at your face before slowly lowering both you and himself to the fuzzy blue carpet under your feet.

When he looked at your face he was met with puffy eyes a leaky nose and a sight which broke his heart.

He first felt anger then fear then concern as he tried to figure out what to do.

He wanted to end whoever did this but he needed you to be okay first.

For a senior in high school,he acted more like an adult than anyone you knew;other than your classmate kunikida,that is.

He took the end of his hoodie sleeve,made a little sweater paw and wiped your tears away,reaching into his pocket and pulling out his emergency tissues for your nose.

And as he was finishing up, he looked at you,with the softest gentlest look in his eyes,asking, “what happened y/n?”

You sighed heavily at that.

“I wanna go home…”

This statement took him by surprise!

But You were already in your home? Where else could there be?

If you could name a place,he made an internal decision to take you there where ever it may be,right then and there.

He could deal with your parents later,they both loved and trusted him like their own so it’d be a breeze.just as long as you were okay.

“But how-“

“You”

“Oh”

You held him closer at that,as if you believed he would simply vanish into thin air.

He too held you close,giving you a kiss on the forehead and urging you to go ahead and talk about it if you wished to.

“Its just that,im sick of everything…of home of school,of life,of needing to be happy! I dont want it anymore!i want peace i want calm I want home. Youre all I have only you and what if you get tired of me i wont have a home again.ill be alone alone alone alone alone alone alo-“

He listened to you with concern and then his hands went to your shoulders.

“Hey! Hey! Im not going anywhere and youre not going to be alone not on my watch!and definitely not off my watch!”

You sniffed at that.

“Promise?” “Please?”

And his only reply was to nod,the sincerest nod in existence.

“Thank you….”

You said as you brought your head back to his chest.

“Anytime love…do you wanna talk about it?”

“No….not right now….please ?”

“Sure,im here for whenever you need me.what can i do?”

“Please stay…i cant be-be alone….please?”

“Mhmm dont worry…m’not goin anywhere..”

“Thank you…”

“Always”

And so you sat there,just the two of you in a dark room past midnight.

He rocked you,hummming softly and when he realized you’d fallen asleep,he lay you down gently on your bed and places your blanket and favorite plushy over and beside you.

Be waits thirty minutes more and when he’s totally sure you’re out like a light,he leaves.

When you wake up you vaguely remember the previous nights proceedings and when he asks you if you’re okay,you nod rather embarrassed. He looks at you and gives you a quick peck before you both go hand in hand to your next class.

(He lets you hold his hand during class if you need it too❤️)

Tagging:- @diagonal-queen @kemis-world

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[silent-sentinels]

hey gang good morning

good morning!!! <33333

the parents are in a good mood today

we'll see how long that lasts.

okay, heres what we can do:

-> GAMING: we can play more prsk. or more disco if yall are up for that, but that's a whole ass endeavor. or we can watch a playthrough of UT Yellow, like we've been meaning to do. or we can go the nostalgia route and rewatch OneShot. we can draw while we do the latter two.

-> PLURAL THINGS: we can organize our Lighthouse or finally make a SimpIyPIural. or we can work on our headspace post, or answer more of the 100 questions if we want to do that. or we can just figure out more things about ourselves.

-> ART THINGS: we were working on our hmseIves. i (🕊️) would like to design more of you, god fucking willing. i was thinking maybe le petit cher, or oath, or l'étoile, but i'll take what i can get. we could also just draw more of the designs we already have, like mom or ryan and juliet. we could answer asks in our actual inbox, finish any of our cc.cc wips, our paIe static exchamge gift, the doodle pages, or we could just draw chem and voli like we always do. this is more eloquence's thing, but we could also work on our fics, we haven't picked at them in a while.

-> RESPONSIBLE THINGS: we can work on the college essay/federal aid (why the fuck would we choose this option willingly) (i dont know, in case we wanted to be responsible for once in our lives?) or we can respond to The Server (again WHY WOULD WE DO THAT) (im just stating our options here.) or we can. eat breakfast?

-> GENERAL THINGS: answer the song requests we got, or reblog things from our drafts, or watch the dropout things we've been meaning to watch.

or we can go back to sleep because honestlyyyyy fuck this...

okay good list. maybe lets do our 10 questions for the day, then we can pick something to draw while we watch dropout. and then if we get tired we can sleep. how's that?

fine i guesssss

[chilltouch]

thinking about them... (old and retired characters)

[little-lightning-lavellan]

Yeah okay listen. Sometimes, I just think that aliens should get to makeout

AND I THINK... I SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO WRITE THAT

Anyway, I’ve decided I’m writing the sequel to this which was just supposed to be a oneshot of The Grand Inquisitor and a Star Wars Rebel OC (enemies to lovers has me in a chokehold that I have no interest in escaping) so now this is happening--

“... this is filth.” The claws that peaked the grey hand that housed them clacked softly as knuckles were smacked against the offending page. Allowing the book to lean leisurely against opposite palm, the Pau’an man all but scowled at the words in front of him, yet continued reading them anyway.

“It's poetry!” His companion huffed, her blue eyes rolling at his comfortably sour attitude. “And here I was under the impression that you were an academic.”

“I am an academic; that is precisely why I know it to be filth.”

Another huff, a sign of her playfully brattish attitude he’d come to familiarize himself with, and the slightest flicker to her glare, and the woman had adjusted herself in such a way to drape a cerise leg over his stomach whilst the rest of her wormed her way upwards. The lazy thing looked more like a contented Lothcat lying in the sun, and one who had been doing so for hours, than a rebellious Zeltron.

“Mm, my apologies for trying to do something nice for you, then, Grand Inquisitor.” Though she’d shut her eyes, she knew full well the reaction she’d receive for her use of the title. Besides, she could feel it well enough in the irritated growl that rumbled up from the chest her pink ear rested on.

Over the past three, four - Five? Oh, she’d lost count - months since their first rendezvous, the Grand Inquisitor’s hidden doxy usually dropped his title in private. He had given his name to her in a moment of passion, foolish and heady though it may have been, but it made practical sense at the end of the day.

It would be a bit odd to constantly refer to one’s bedmate by their job description, even men like him could see the logic in that.

Now, she only used his title when they were alone for two reasons:

To tease, with the intent of seduction, or,

To tease, with the intent of annoyance. So very luckily for him, today it was the latter.

“Hmm,” he hummed, taking the time to plot his next move. “I was unaware that we were in the practice of doing each other favors. Tell me, would you be so kind as to tell me the current location of Lothal’s rebel cell, then?”

‘Hardy-har-har.’ He already knew the answer, but it was his job to push her anyway, just as much as it was her duty to push back against him. It was part of the appeal of their affair, part of the fun.

“No.” Languid arms stretched to push the book aside as they draped in the general vicinity of the Inquisitor’s neck. There was a certain incredulity to the grunt said Inquisitor made as he was shifted, but the woman couldn’t find it in herself to care if it was feigned or not. “My answer hasn’t changed since yesterday; you’re not that talented.”

ANYWAY YEAH NEAT STAR WARS not gonna tag as many people since I dunno how many of you want to see this nonsense, BUT I did see that a few of you liked me talking about it, so I will tag you guys too (warning, smut WILL happen in this fic. Hope you like alien weiner and coochie.):

@because-im-hap-hap @pikapeppa @bluewren @rosella-writes @layalu​ @rainybong​ @bluedwarfed​ @bogunicorn​ @melisusthewee​ @jellydishes​ @effelants​ @varric-tethras-editor​ @noire-pandora​

[voidpomf]

been sitting in my drafts for almost a year.

(Okay this started as a oneshot but then turned into 1.3k of just introduction and world building. im not a writer and there are absolutely lots of grammar/other errors. I’ve always had a hard time writing. so welcome to my self indulgent hell)

-venti x reader(oc? self insert? how to you write a reader)

quick sum: You’re a socially awkward adventurer

Your respect for the archons was much like the rest of Mondstadt, though the way you showed it was a bit...odd.

No, you weren’t as unorthodox as that Sister Rosalia, but prayer and visits to the cathedral didn’t sit well with you. You never spoke ill of the gods, but didn’t put your hopes and dreams in their hands. Not like they were around to do anything anyways.

No, you payed your respects at one of the various statues littered across the region -Windrise being your favourite-, usually seated upon the ground as you rambled about your day. Your reasoning was, these all powerful beings probably already had lots of material goods, but what about the really valuable things? Stories of action or suspense, feelings of adoration or dread. You recounted many memories of your own, as well as tales you’ve heard through your time alive. It must get lonely being above the regular folk, so you spoke to the statue as a friend, probably the best friend you ever had.

Yeah big shocker right? Loners’ best friend is a fucking statue. It’s not like you are a /complete/ shut in. You did work at the Adventurers Guild and were friendly -almost bubbly- with your fellow adventure pals. But once the pretense of work was gone, well.. so were they.

“ah archon, I didn’t mean to turn into a moody teen, sorry there” You leaned back, bumping your head against the statue as you looked up. A small scowl making a home on your face. A gust a wind seems to pass by, rustling the large branches of the tree at Windrise. Honestly a beautiful calming sight, making your face soften in wonder.

“I...do appreciate our uh talks though” Some of the branches shed leaves, that road the sky into the distance. It was enough to calm you down from the dark little moment you made for yourself.

And much like those leaves you figured it was time to head back. You did technically have something planned for your evening. It’s a bit awkward to explain out loud but the event itself still made you jog just a bit faster into town.

Slightly breathless you reflected on your... was ‘acquaintance’ the correct term? You both seemed to look forward to each others company, well at least you hoped they did.

What was an awkward outing with your ’adventure buds’ thankfully turned into possibly the best social interaction you’ve ever had. Alcohol was not one of your pass times. There wasn’t really any other way to say it, you were tired of hinting and suggesting otherwise when those around you would shove mugs and bottles into your face. It was something you got out as quickly as you could, to get over the two possible outcomes. Complete confusion or collected indifference.

The group you ended up with that day ended up being the latter and still insisted that you join them in a ‘good day get mora’ drink at the tavern. You almost said no, but it had been a while since you had actually socialized and for once you were willing to put up with the fumbling drunk patrons. Quickly praying to the Barbatos that they would at least pick a table near a wall.

They did not.

So one can imagine a sober socially awkward person, drinking apple cider, surrounded by those heavily drinking their choice of beverage and seemingly having a good time. To give them credit, /before/ your group got drunk they were pretty good company. But as the night wore on, it became more and more apparent that you needed to get the fuck out of there for the sake of your sanity.

You couldn’t help but be frustrated with yourself as well. Why couldn’t you enjoy yourself? Surveying the crowd everyone seemed to be elated, bursting with jo-

oh. well. not him. Oh wow actually he has quite the scowl on him.

Now seated at the end of the bar to breath a little, you noticed that the red headed bartender was definitely /not/ enjoying himself. It was far from his most intimidating look, the winery owner/bartender was a well known staple of Mondstadt. His usual indifference look traded for a ‘I’m tired, let me go home’ type of stare. And while feeling more social than usual thanks to the outing itself, you decided to try to socialize with a /stranger/. Piping up after he had refilled your drink,

“At least there hasn’t been any fights yet, knock on wood right?”. Followed by you letting out a wavering ‘hah’ and knocking slightly on the bar top. The smile you wore faltering slightly as red eyes meet yours, thankfully they seem to soften and as his stature relaxes, his eyes close and he releases a ‘hmph’.

“They know it wouldn’t be the wisest decision when I’m here” Thankfully he seemed to accept your invitation to jest.

“Yes! You do that that intimidation stare down pat” You would be proud of yourself later, but at that current moment you were running in completely blind and felt that you were just /vomiting/ words.

Ultimately you both connected on your equal dislike for alcohol and after a /subtle/ passing comment on his schedule, a habit formed. You did eventually learn his name, forgot it a few times, and had to awkwardly ask during one of your visits. But you learned Diluc enjoyed consistency in his life, and worked the sames days each week at the bar. Thus those would be the night you would act as moral support.

Which of course led to the night that this story was initially building up to.

(an: god im so bad at conversations =x=, i haven’t written anything in so long

and holy shit did I digress for probably way to long lol)

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Seeing the red head behind the bar made walking in feel quite comforting. It was easy to ignore the other patrons and settle yourself at the end of the bar, a glass of apple cider already resting on a coaster. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, practically slumping onto the bar top.

“Long day?” It was clear Diluc had a more relaxing day then you, looking well rested (for once) and eyeing you with a raised brow.

“Spent too long thinking” Giving a pause to drink a mouthful of apple cider and the man simply replied with an understanding hum. Though neither of you had really delved into your pasts, it was obvious to each other that the two of you both had demons. You never knew if one day that time would come, perhaps you could work up to it.

There was always a casual air, you didn’t know if you could really call it friendship but part of you wanted to.. Said air seemed the shift as soft plucks could be hear over the quieting crowd. Today seemed to be your lucky night, if anything could help raise your spirits it would be music that would be the most effective.

Well.. if they were any good.

After a few scales and arpeggios the bard decided to start their song and it was then you decided to look up. Firstly, he was a lot younger than most bards that have come through. Dark hair that were tied into two braids framed his face. Atop his head a green beret type hat which went well with a similar coloured cap that flowed around him as he moved.

You couldn’t help but stare, even though that was a normal response when witnessing a performance, but your gaze might’ve been a bit hard...because FUCK was he gorgeous. There was some confusion floating around in your head as well, this bard was new...right? There was a possibility that you were simply out of touch with the on goings of the town, but looking around at the other patrons showed that you were possibly right.

Various people around the bar also held either curious or confused faces. Which made sense considering the bright colourful difference between this bard and the usual. Shifting your gaze to Diluc however, made you inwardly grimace. Though his face was seemingly completely passive, there was a fire that burned in his eyes. Not a good fire. You prayed to the archons that you would never be on the receiving end of that stare.

The bard cheekily smiling, oblivious to Diluc or simply choosing to ignore it, paused his plucking and poised his whole body.

And then he started to sing.

It was like all your worries were brushed off and all your muscled relaxed. A calming ballad of feelings blooming between strangers. You had a faint memory of hearing it before, and though it was a bit cliche, this bard had talent. His voice like silk wrapping you in a soft embrace. You settled more, laying your head onto your arms on the bar. You mind surprisingly blank, just experiencing the music fully. Man you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this relaxed.

Perhaps a bit...too relaxed. A few times you had to furiously flicker your eyes open and closed to regain control over you mushy body. In doing so, made you focus once more on the cute bard. You secretly hoped that he would be sticking around town. But by the quiet sigh that left your lips and darkening thoughts, your mind already foretold a big /HAH NO/.

But enough of that, back to song boy.

Your drink was now gone. Settled once again on the bar and focus back on the music. Would it really be a bad idea to fall asleep? Just a small nap, you were safe. And do you decided to treat yourself to one last look at the pretty bard, as you drifted off...

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“Hey”

...

A slight nudge of your shoulder made you awake with a small inhale. The pressure let off and you raised your head to see the always stoic Diluc peering at you. In reply you let out an attractive “huuu?”. You tried to form a more coherent sentence-

*SLAM*

Before jolting, almost falling off the the stool. Now awake, you saw the source of the noise. The pretty bard from before, was finished his songs and had just finish downing a /whole/ bottle of wine(and then slammed said bottle on the bar top). You didn’t know whether to sneer or look perplexed but Diluc beat you to it.

“Bard, I told you. I’m closing up and would rather not have to haul you out.”

[chaosxwrites]

wow okay i got the prologue for Epoch done actually and have started a draft for chapter 1. however i’m going to wait to actually fully post things until i have at least a backlog for that fic and may put off posting it until i have a better idea of what im doing for the other two, Zenith and Approaching Apotheosis. 

i’m not sure if i’m gonna make Approaching Apotheosis a full on fic honestly? it may just be the highlights of the twinleaf trio’s journey, maybe more as a oneshot collection? then i can add memories as dawn recalls them in Epoch?

maybe a set of oneshots to cover dppt and then the latter.