#venti is big brother material

[tenjikyu]

𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 - 𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘬𝘪

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ angst/comfort , male!reader throughout the entire series , reader is 2 years younger then the boys. reader is 20 whilst the brothers are 22 .

PART II • GENSHIN M.LIST

being diluc’s biological younger brother is defiantly a hassle.

a mischievous soul as a dear child he was, and he got you and your dear brother caught up in ALL of it. from terrible haircuts that ended in tears to hiding from crepus after diluc knocked over a wine barrel, life at the ragnvinder household was never peaceful, and i guess i’m a sense, that never changed. you loved your brothers and they loved you.

until they didn’t .

“DILUC!!” you cried out, screaming as you held your beloved fathers late body in your arms, heart aching like it had been ripped from your very being. your head was spinning, vision blurring with the rainy skies as the sounds of pure betrayal fall upon your ears. your brothers were screaming at eachother, but all you could hear was sound.

only the sounds of diluc’s weapon against kaeya could be heard.

“DILUC NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! PLEASE STOP IM BEGGING YOU” your voice was loosing itself.

“HE’S A TRAITOR, HE DOESN’T DESERVE PITY” diluc’s voice peaks, his vocal cords slowly dissolving into his throat, his heart shattering in his chest.

you couldn’t bear to hear it, you wouldn’t believe that your ever so timid and loving brother could ever want to hurt your family. HIS family.

and then, diluc attempts to strike.

and you strike back.

like adrenaline itself shot through your body, you picked yourself and chucked your body over kaeya, protecting him from diluc’s clash.

then, like another blessing from the gods, a blue vision gleams brightly in front of the both of you and creates a force field around you both.

like a familial instinct had overcome him, kaeya’s hands gripped tightly around your waist and brought you into his chest in one last attempt to protect you, gripping his new cryo vision close to the both of you.

the glare in diluc’s eyes broke your heart. to him, you chose kaeya.

the prayers in kaeyas eyes broke your soul. he prayed that diluc could forgive you for this.

the scars on your body broke your two brothers bond. they should have never allowed you to enter their dispute.

the funeral was a difficult one, to say the least. you said not a word to either of them, and neither had made any attempt to speak to you. diluc was livid that you had tried protecting kaeya. kaeya was fearful to talk to you in case it would cause diluc’s seething rage to rise and you didn’t talk to either of them, still in shock of what had just happened.

not talking to you that day was a grave mistake.

you were changing, and it wasn’t for the better.

by your 18th birthday, you barley felt like yourself anymore. your brother diluc was missing in action, your other brother kaeya was almost too busy to check in on you, as well as being too fearful of what diluc would do to you if he found out that you both reconnected whilst he was gone.

you became a lot more reserved since the passing of your family, a constant scowl on your face. the maids and workers around the winery did their very best to aid you, but they became more irritating then helpful in your every day life.

you hated almost everything around you. you missed your old life, your dear brothers and with their absence, a void in your core had formed and was slowly enveloping your body.

you ran away multiple times after diluc had left, each time you were gone for days before being caught by jean herself the majority of the time. (kaeya begged her to help him find you, too much of a coward to face his little brother despite hurt how much you needed him)

the only time you came home by yourself was not entirely of your own volition, but you had been convinced to return to the ever so worried maids.

that man would soon become your dimly light candle in the overwhelming depressive state you just barley survive every day.

the guy was a slim fellow, and appeared to be around the same age as your brothers, just a bit shorter in height. he wore two twin blue braids loosely hung by his rather long hair, his green cape blew with the wind, almost in sync with eachother. he adorned an anemo vision and a soft tune seemed to follow him wherever he went. it was almost like a melody hummed in the wind and trailed behind him as he goes about his day.

he was the only one left in this world you felt as though you could relax yourself around. after all, he was the one there when you gained your electro vision.

you were scared, running away from a lawachurl that you could absolutely not defend yourself from. you had only very basic defense training that kaeya had once taught you and you did not bring a weapon with you before you had run away.

you didn’t have a chance at survival at this rate.

and you were running of of space to run.

your heart was pounding, realising all that was in front of you was a waterfall and only the moonlight and the stars above you were the only things illuminating your way. you had two options : jump into the lake below, or turn around and pray to the archons that the lawachurl would not harm you so badly you might not make it.

i’m a sense, both had occurred.

deciding on the former, you jump.

you’re falling.

and then you’re struck by lightning.

well, not literally. in a way you were. i’m reality, your prayers had seems to reach celestia’s ears and had given you a second chance at life by providing you with a vision to call your own, as well as an archon to aid your way.

lord barbatos himself held you gently in his arms, his pure white wings wrapped around you as you clutched your newfound vision in your hand, the electro still swirling around your figure but is seemingly harmless to the godly being before you.

“are you okay? i saw a beam of light flash from awhiles away and came to see if anything was wrong” his soothing voice sung into your ears, your eyes gaping at him in pure awe.

he was GLOWING.

THE lord barbatos, the seemingly absent god of mondstadt held you comfortingly in his arms and was soothing your racing adolescent mind.

and so, as any normal 18 year old teenager would after running away from his crippling home life, you burst into tears.

sobbing into the gods chest, barbatos rested onto the ground and held you in his lap, your face nuzzling his neck in a comforting way. this form of comfort has become foreign ever since your brothers had abandoned you and left you to your lonesome, as if pretending that you don’t exist.

you missed your big brothers, and the lord of anemo could sense it. he had been watching you ever since the dispute had broken up your family, and had secretly kept you from harm on all of your previous escape attempts.

but just because barbatos had come forth to you now, does not mean that everything will magically solve itself. after all,

your brothers hurt you just as much as they had hurt eachother, and their negligence on it would cause a strain of hatred and betrayal to flow through your veins and into your head. not only had you been betrayed by kaeya, diluc had essentially abandoned you with neither of them updating you on how they’re doing. your mind could not properly process what had happened to you and therefore you ended up reacting to all your issues with immense anger and sadness, having it boil and overflow into your body.

if they truly cared so little about you, why should you give them any mind? they never bothered beforehand, so even if they come crawling back to you for forgiveness, should you really give it to them?

[xxdumbblondexx]

---Additional Learning Support---

8 - Have a good time, malyshka.

Master list --- Next --- Previous

“What's everyone’s next lesson?” Yanfei asked as you all crowded around a lunch table. She was throwing resource materials in her bag after tutoring Hu Tao all of lunch in hopes she doesn’t fail her next exam. “Double Music with José. He lets me do whatever I want so it’s kinda chill.” Venti answered, scoffing down the remains of everyone else's lunch. “Don't you have a house captain meeting after school?” Yoimiya asked, and visible wrinkles creased into Venti’s top brow. “Did you have to remind me?! Just thinking of being stuck in a room with the Shogun, Childe’s dildo and the Tsaritsa of all people makes me wanna barf.” “That may also be the vodka you're hiding in your metal water bottle.” Yanfei’s comment escaped her lips in a sigh as she forced her bag onto the empty seat beside her. “Don't snitch on me, slut!” “Xiangling’s already gone home?” I asked, turning attention away from Venti as he chugs down the rest of his ‘water’. “Yeah, said she’s gotta help her dad at the restaurant.” Yoimiya hoisted her bag onto her back and stretched. “See you later, I'm going to netball practice.” She waved a little as she turned her back and exited the canteen. We all said our bye’s as she disappeared out of the room. “I’ll be following them.” You continued as you dragged your bag off the floor and threw it over your shoulder. “Get a lesson?” Hu Tao asked, lifting her head from her note book where she was trying to physically force the revision into her head. “Nah. I’m done for the day.” “You know you don't have to stay for lunch if you don't have any lessons.” Yanfei reminded you as you collected your phone and lanyard from off the table. “Yeah but I always seem to miss things when I leave before lunch. Like when Xiangling decked a year seven for jumping the lunch line and Venti got stuck in the fold-away lunch table.” “It got stuck on my belt! Clearing the bitch wanted to fight.” Venti tried to defend but was soon silenced by Yanfei’s sharp tongue. “And the inanimate object won.” So he chose to take a chug from his water bottle again and pout. “Yep. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow.” “Byeeee.”

“Have a good time, malyshka.” Your dad’s last message laid on your mind, unable to move or leave. Yeah, having eight year olds running about really sounded like fun. Almost as fun as the ALS session waiting for you tomorrow. You thought about skipping it but you realised that by doing that, your parents would find out and somehow make this horrible situation even worse. It stung, honestly. They had never been harsh on you since you were a ‘delicate’ kid. Childe liked to say that was why you always got out of difficult situations. That Mum and dad were too frightened to be harsh with you since you might break. Like you were a glass doll. Clearly, that had changed. Clearly they didn't give a shit anymore because who cuts their own child off when they do bad in school? You had heard about it in movies and stuff but never expected it to become your reality. “I’m homeeee.” You didn’t need Teucer’s yell to announce his arrival. Him throwing the door into the wall was all you needed. You forced yourself off the sofa and to the entryway to find your younger brother kicking his shoes off in the doorway and a small girl behind him. “Hi Teucer.” You greeted him with a sigh, already feeling exhausted. “[Nameeeee]” He tackled you into a hug, jumping from space to space like a rabbit on acid. “[Name]! This is my friend Klee! Klee, this is my big sister [Name]!” You looked at the girl he dragged in, finding her undoubtedly adorable. Her cheeks were plush and pinchable, her hair was a sandy blonde with a red bunny pin in and her eyes were as big as the sky at twilight. Red sky at night, shepherds delight. “Hi! I’m Klee!” Your knees were bending before you noticed you’d crouched down to her height. “Nice to meet you, I’m [name].” Realising your weakness to this kid, you quickly pulled yourself up and away from her, looking in the direction of the kitchen. “How would you kids like to make some cookies with me?” That seemed like a good idea. Fill the children up on sugar and home that they tire themselves out or something. You could always made wee- NO! We don't drug kids. That sounds like a crime allegation that will definitely send you to prison. And anyway, you don't have access to that kinda stuff. Anyway, how difficult would it be to look after two little kids for a few hours?

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Hiyaaa

Just for everyone who's unformal with x's at the end of texts, they are just a term of endearment from family and friends. It's normal in the uk to receive them from like your parents and close friends and it doesn't really mean anything but that.

But if they are received from like a stranger or a person your 'talking to' it can also mean flirting.

Thanks for reading x

[mayullla]

GAHHH I HAVE SO MUCH BRAINROT FOR STEPBROTHER AU!!! Since you've enabled me, Imma go off here. Now imagine: birds & bees talk. Reader hits the puberty & now the brothers have to talk to her about the importance of training bras (ofc they shop with her to get some). They bolt in panic when she locks herself in the bathroom, crying about how she's going to die because she won't stop bleeding. The oldest ones have to wrack their brains when their mom had her monthly cycle and what to do with it.(1)

From: 13 brother au; your new home

I gave up on my essays for today.. I did a bit but not all... tomorrow-

You are a tiny little thing after all, not like even the youngest brother one who does material arts training almost every day while the other while unlucky could look after himself. You, you are just a baby to them and everyone just panicked really the moment they saw tears in your eyes.

Zhongli almost dropped his mug when he first saw you walk in the kitchen with tears in your eyes. Taking you in your arms as he wiped your tear away while asking if you were alright. You told him that you had a nighmare of your dad leaving you and it made Zhongli almost bitter. He told you that it was alright and that your father loves you. Zhongli tells you that your father would ask how your doing almost regularly to him, asking him if anything happened and if Zhongli had any pictures of you. You always feel better after it and you shyly hug your older brother and he takes you back to your room. (Whether that is true of not is only for some to know.)

That one-time Kaeya was frantically searching for you in the agency because he can't find you for the past hour. He let you play with the makeup designer and clothes designer while he worked but now that it was time to go that he started looking for you, he tried to search for you but was unable to find you anywhere. The more time passed as he looked the more panic-driven he became, so the moment he found you almost hidden he wasn't sure how to feel about it when he found out the big dodoco doll that he past by multiple times was actually you wearing the dodoco costume that one of the costume designers made and decided for you to wear. He took a lot of pictures of you that day, and only posted some and showed to his brother keeping the really really cute ones for himself.

Oh! and yes to that part where Kaeya and Childe trick the younger siblings to be fairies with you, as you wore your favorite color sparkly wings and tiara with a puffy dress, Itto right beside you laughing and excited was also wearing a yellow knee-length pixie flower dress with equally sparkly yellow wings, his hair had multiple braids and flowers on it. Chongyun with an embarrassed red face wore the same dress but icy blue while his hair was barely tied in two ponytails, Bennett and Thoma also wore red dress and wings as they just looked down in embaressment unable to do anything.

Childe and Venti were in the background laughing almost that one would worry if they would choke on their own laugh or something. Ayato and Kazuha were smiling but didn't say anything as they sipped tea from the elegant tea set they took out from the storage when they heard that you wanted to have a tea party. Albedo was on the side drawing the whole situation.

Xiao was stuck in his room, unable to leave as he was wearing a Tinkerbell outfit after losing a bet with Childe. Not even you were able to get him out of his room.

[hiraya-rawr]

a small list on what i think fits them the most: xiao is a little difficult. and im not so familiar with some of the sumeru characters yet. feel free to argue otherwise!

father material // zhongli, pierro

big brother material // albedo, ayato, kaeya, diluc, childe (notice how they're all actual brothers?), tighnari

little brother material // chongyun, razor, bennett, itto

boyfriend material // thoma, gorou, kazuha,

bestfriend material // venti, heizou,

[voidcat]

– to live between shadow and light

a genshin impact mafia/cop au, brought to you by Aqua (@pen-observing) & Danyl

a/n: hiiii!! so happy to finally make a solid post for this idea we've had for AGES!! from a quick glance you can tell these are basically the introductions/mini drabbles, to give you a grasp of mc & their relations with some of the characters. hope you all like it and remember to check Aqua's post for certain people such as our beloved anemo boys;)

characters: Ei (Beelzebub), Kaeya, Tartaglia, Klee, Rosaria, Sucrose, Diluc & you!

warnings: (nothing exclipt) smoking, drinking, mild violence, mentions of guns, minor character death (considering this is a mafia/cop au, not exactly appropriate for minors)

part 1 (ft; Baizhu, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Xiao, Albedo, Thoma, Zhongli, Venti, Itto, Ayato)– wc: 3.8k

-> Archons, (the big families of Tevyat), do not stick with another, as opposed to what the general public believes. And the conspiracies revolving around them are truer than most would like to believe. Ei has witnessed these since the very beginning. Only an instance of few major events is when they come together, though only in vain. Everyone pursued a goal of their own, it’s a selfish world. One tragedy strikes, the greatest threat in the Archons’eyes is gone, yet the cost is too high. Eli loses more than once and ends drowning in the eternal darkness of solitude for ever. On day who knows what, after Yae’s persistency, she leaves the house and her feet leads her to a place too familiar.

She doesn’t expect to see you sitting under a maple tree, in a solitude and pain similar to hers.

It’s that evening that Ei learns her loneliness isn’t hers alone.

In an impulse one day, she seeks you out, it’s as she reaches out a hand, almost touching your shoulder that she stops herself -but it’s too late, as you turn to face her, your eyes meeting hers, the very same ones that greet her in the mirror each morning.

What begins with a shared loneliness, sharing the same space of silence and darkness, soon blossoms into a comfortable quiet. It’s not until Miko points it out that Ei notices she has been changed, again, for the better. She can only hope her slow progress that she took the first steps of makes her sister proud, from wherever she is watching, cheek rested in her palm, with the same giddy smile that eased those under her command once.

What begins with silence is soon to be filled words, chatter and smiles. And once you learn of her fondness for sweets, there is no going back from this – whatever this is. Each impromptu rendezvous you show up with a new dessert and Ei finds heaven between her lips once more. Hands held and warmed up by yours, Ei finds the sun isn’t always in the sky, and that there is kindness on earth.

-> A beloved son, a loathed brother, an excellent secret keeper, a good listener and a better fighter – all of these and more are the qualities that proves Kaeya Alberich is one of the best in the force. A brilliant detective, though quite annoying for his flirting and unprofessional work methods, Kaeya is a popular face among the Ordo Favonius, one of their best employee. As pompous as he is, he knows when to be modest, although this is rarely in public, for the best of his skill set and quick thinking, he has life to thank for these.

So when an officer enters the facility in a hurry, with quite the mob of victims, all it takes is a glance and few chit chat to see that the case is not what it seems. It’s a well-planned burglary, too well if he must admit. Tailored like a robe made only of the finest of materials, with engraved details and a signature to finish; the witnesses’ testimonies all fit one another, there are no casualties despite the little explosion that triggered the all thing. No stolen goods either, it’s only a short amount of time that took the officers to arrive, they mustn’t had the time to steal, is what they conclude. This was all a rouse from the beginning, is what he sees, as his eyes search the room.

And perhaps, if it wasn’t for the open body language of the forces’ beloved Sucrose, Kaeya would’ve had to do a lot of digging. But her breath hitches, he sees you talking to an officer in the room next door, and all he needs is a glance here and there, listen to the tone of your voice and how controlled your mimics have been.

Put the two and two together and Kaeya sees he has strike a gold mine when he was in desperate need of metal.

The fire he sees in your eyes gives him all the answer he needs to the question he has yet to ask, and soon enough you become a part of not only his life but also his plans. One conversation leads to another. In a risky business like his, you have to know those you keep closest to you in the field. The more he learns, the more he notices, the more enraged he gets and the revenge you’ve been rightfully pursuing this whole time becomes a part of his secondary agenda as well.

You find it interesting how bright the fire burns in his icy eye, how cold his heart can get and how warm his body is. Words dripping like honey, Kaeya never fails to fascinate and pull you in. And besides all the priorities the two of you have, the secret agendas everyone is pursuing, it’s the meaning behind his actions that matter to you more than anything. He trusts you, a trust you never got to experience. It’s not blind like Ajax, nor an illusion like that snake’s – no, Kaeya Alberitch had more than enough reasons to blow your cover and lock you up, or to wave a hand, spend a night once and never utter your name again.

Instead, he greets, and meets, gets to know you and trust you for all your tricks and twists; tricks those around him when he sees fit; but not you, never you. There is no reason, or need, for him to disclose this much information about his long term plans regarding his past, his family and future envisions to you. Albedo calls him a fool, he has said so in front of you too.

For a man as closed as he is, it only carries a danger within it to open up to you; for someone as shady as he is, he discards the masks in your presence, lets your hands roam his face and features.

For all the mysteries of this world, this remains one of the biggest to you.

-> A man of many names, titles and layers, it only makes sense Childe has lived several lives. And all in all, few facts remain the same for him; the importance of family and seeking of the thrill of battle, a worthy challenge to improve and climb further.

It is his current position today that allows him a great traffic of intel on a daily, and challenging situations come to his feet. When the rumors of a new and dangerously fast improving organization reaches the ears of her, he decides it won’t hurt to drop by and take a look around.

Wish for a look and end up with a staring, would be better to describe him.

The place wasn’t so hard to see, but then again, those people in the room were known officials, if not less; they were meant to be found at locations such as this.

It was you, in the arms of a not so trusty guy, that weren’t meant to be found like this, not before his very eyes.

There goes down the can like a leaping burning pile of trash, his hopes and dreams to find snd reconnect with you again. Rubbing his eyes once, twice, Childe doesn’t even notice the blond walking by, only to stop and throw a cold glance at him.

A fever dream, yes! That’s what this is; he repeats in his head over and over again, because there is no way in hell, heaven or on earth; you’d ever stand resting against another man’s chest like that, holding a gun clumsier than a fricking baby, and looking at him with big, sparkling eyes, letting his arms wrap around your form.

Too shocked to move, gather his thoughts or function, Childe doesn’t realize the two of you taking notice of him. It’s the loud steps of the man with blue hair that snaps him out from this infiltrating trance.

A sudden hit on his head and all he can do is let out a loud yelp (“What was that for!?”), one hand shooting up to massage the area you hit.

“You know what it is!” are the first words he hears from you for the first time in years.

“So it’s not amnesia…” he murmurs to himself, only to be met with a “…What?” Coming from your end.

Oh, how he wishes he could pick you up and make a run for it, maybe spin you around, rest his nose against yours-

Now is not the time for such things, not when the city is boiling, ready to burst at any minor inconvenience. There is so much to talk, and so talk he does.

And decides, maybe this Kaeya guy you seem to be so fond of isn’t all bad.

After all, there are only few certainties to Ajax when it comes to life; and yourank the highest. And besides, striking such a deal brings not only an opportunity to see you again, and tease you to no end like old times sake, but also a great challenge that’ll soon follow and come knocking on his door.

As suffocating as the heavy ocean breeze can be, seeing Ajax- Childe proves to be interesting soon enough. Unlike the others, you needn’t worry about where his priorities lay, as he likes to repeat it like a mantra to you at any given alone moment. And there are just some sides to you that will never leave, yet the very same sides you can never show to anyone else.

Yet with him, there is no need to try; he understands before you can shed a tear and wraps an arm around, his other hand drawing idle patterns on your skin, humming an old song or talking about an old memory – soothing.

You cast a glance to the same old red scarf on your bed side table, and decide, maybe there are some things worth the wait after all.

-> Kids… were never your thing. Walking down the street, and cross it once you spot a kid few steps ahead of you; change seats on the metro; look for a new park to spend your miserable days once it becomes a hot spot among children.

They are loud, needy, spoiled, a lot to handle and still they’ll play their tunes no matter how great your efforts at trying to tame them.

Call it a bias, you were happy to live a life without a kid in sight, one less headache to handle it’d mean.

Until a crash can be heard from the floor above and causes you to spill all the paperwork you’ve been doing for the past week.

“Spark Knight Klee of the Ordo Favonius!” is the only thing your ears register before a second crash happens, louder and closer- opening your eyes, you want to sigh or leave the place with your resignation letter at once: of course it had to be a kid.

Klee, as you learn the name of the resident troublemaker, is… quite the handful. Watching her for mere five minutes and you decide she makes angels out of all the other kids in town. As naughty as she can be, Klee has a charm to herself and in the blink of a day, you find yourself accompanying her during the day – per request of Jean, to watch over her and make sure she doesn’t cause any serious harm to those around.

Despite her age, she is knowledgeable when it comes to the localities of Mond. And there is a sudden wave of tranquility that takes over her as she recites whatever she knows about a certain flower she has picked, or a mushroom her eyes spotted. The words do not sound to be hers, but it’s the shift in her as she talks that makes you wonder who raised her to such an impressive person, despite her youth and still developing brain.

“No interesting facts about Cecilias today?” you ask as your fingers roam the stems of the flowers, plucking off certain leaves. “Nu-ugh” she murmurs with a sudden shake of her head, you swear it could fly off her body if it wasn’t so tightly attached with all those bones, muscles and ligaments.

Counting the flowers by your knee, your fingers get ready to make yet another crown out of them. Say whatever you want to say when it comes to kids, you’ve come to realize seeing that spark in Klee’s eyes is worth a thousand suns. It doesn’t leave your memory the day you whisked up a tutorial on how to make flower crowns when you noticed her asking every officer in the building, and by the time she was in front of your desk, you took a deep breath and started working on it; Klee’s mouth getting wider and wider each second, as if it was magic you were doing.

Now, with a look of utter concentration on her face, her tongue slightly sticking out, Klee makes one for herself and drags you back inside when you’re done. Rushing off to gods’ know where, Klee gets out of sight and Jean lets out a sigh, nodding your way as a thanks. Making your way back to your desk, you push away the question of for whom was the flower crown this time. You don’t notice the little bouncing red hat that is barely above the window of Albedo’s lab, or how he gazes outside the window to you, with a soft smile appearing on his face; in a matter of seconds, he reverts his attention back to the little ticking bomb that never runs out of energy, mumbling a thanks and ruffling her hair.

-> Sister Rosaria is a simple woman with principles. In this bothersome road most would call life, she keeps things simple to herself, bother only with her own business, avoid others whenever she can, protect the streets of this area she has started to call a home, maybe go out for a quick drink and smoke; repeat.

It’s as easy as that, such a way of life shouldn’t be hard to maintain in anyone else’s eyes, that’s what she thinks as well- that is, until she runs into your unconscious body lying on a dirty and shadowed alley, the smell of iron in the air is enough to tip her off as what’s happening.

Any other night, she’d drag the body somewhere a little secure, out from the public eye and leave. If you were to ask her even now, she’d say she has no idea why she picked you up and carried over her shoulder, carry to her chambers in the church and started roaming for equipment.

It’s the sharp scent of alcohol you first register once you’re back to the land of the waking and living. The benches around and the unmistakably large dome above your head tells you you’re at a church, of all places. (Because a Matt Murdock-esque arc in your life was the missing piece to top it off.) At the sudden increase of footsteps and conversing sounds coming from a distance, you do what your gut tells you; hide.

The immense shift of oxygen in the little box you find yourself in is like a punch to the lungs, who in their right mind would be smoking inside a confession booth? And at- you look around for a clock in sight, gods know how early in the morning?

You reckon the smoker behind the veil is the sole reason you’re breathing since last night. “…-“

“Don’t bother.” The voice cuts you off before you can even start. “They’ll be done with morning preparations and head out for breakfast. You can take the opportunity to sneak out via the back door behind that curtain.” Introductions followed by another puff of smoke and you nod, staring ahead.

It doesn’t take much digging to find out who the mystery person at the church was.

Rosaria stands out like a bush of roses among a plain grass field.

Beautiful from a distance, all edges and cuts, thorns and blood coming out of your thumb once you try to go anywhere near.

This doesn’t stop you however, and you figure, she doesn’t mind your small yet shy attempts to strike a conversation. On her hand, most conversations fall silent yet you can tell from a nameless helper on some nights that your words never fall on deaf ears.

-> As sweet as her name, Sucrose is warm on the heart, easy on the eyes, and a face one can never miss at the headquarters; that is, if you happen to frequent the laboratory or the examination rooms in the precinct.

Holding up a tube to the light with one eye closed and the tongue poked out, you watch Sucrose from your desk, your palm soon to be leaving its print on your face.

Reliable as ever, you think, as someone enters the room, gets a pile of files and leave.

If there are few core elements to one’s personality, being reliable would be hers, you have no doubt of it.

The officer leaves the room, almost slamming the door and leaves a Sucrose jumping in her place, and trying to get a hold of the tubes again, behind. Her motions leave a smile on your lips, she has not changed one bit after all, has she?

The timing of her jump, the movement of her torso and limbs is still the same as when your head would fall down onto the desk, almost crashing the whole thing (or your skull) in its wake. The sudden scare would be replaced with a look of concern as soon as she would notice your state; soon followed by a look she tried to make appear as stern, which you’d be met with as you rubbed your eyes and tried looking around. The first few times, she was too shy; after growing on one another, she would confidently scold you on your lack of asleep– as if she gets a say in this, with the way she would stay up late to study and get sleep lesser than you, some weeks not an hour spared for it. How much you’ve missed this, you were unaware until now. And how much you wish you could hear her bright laughter, brighter than the stars, in your cramped dorm room once more… the food experiment of the night growing cold between the two of you, both of you too occupied with one another, within this very moment–

With a sudden thud on your desk, you almost jump out of your seat, the newly arrives piles and piles of work pulling you out of your day dream.

You cast a final glance at Sucrose before getting started on them, only to find her gazing back at you.

-> Diluc Ragnvindr is a man of determination, a strong moral code, fine tastes, few words spoken and fewer smiles granted.

Since day one, he had his path drawn out in front of him, following each and every plan, never faltering if anything were to go wrong, always ready, always prepared. One of the best officers the force ever had in ages, a beloved son, a great friend and a familiar face at various events inside and out.

Then fate strikes, and he realizes exactly how upside down this world he is stuck at is.

It’s perhaps a twist of fate that you decide hit the bar Venti frequents that night and run into the owner of the said bar, on one of his rarer-than-a-blue-moon shifts.

After everything you’ve endured and experienced, Diluc is like a fresh breath. The smell of newly bought incense and scented candle of your favorite memory to date, newly baked bread where you can taste the yeast in the air, a cozy yet simple fireplace in a little cabin in the middle of nowhere.

After everyone and everyone, he is the sense of normality you’ve longed for ages, and perhaps you’re the same thing for him too.

It doesn’t take too long for the two of you to hit it off.

It doesn’t go missing from your eye how he refrains an typical complaint when you mention your position with the force— you can’t blame him for that though, most people working there are as incompetent or careless as he says, with none offense taken personally, it only fuels you to prove just how good you are at this job, that is is you and you alone that is capable, enough to make this dread in his eyes look something admirable, or, at the very least, respected.

Despite where he comes from, he is modest. Every moment spent with him, you learn a new thing against the public image people seem to hold for him. Maybe that Donna girl wasn’t so wrong to be head over heels for Diluc, that is, if you ignore the few flaws you’ve caught a glimpse of.

It turns out his distaste for alcohol lies within not being his best under its influence. You can relate to him in this sense, it is no fun to let your guard down, especially once it happens out of your control.

And that’s when you find out he holds onto the past a bit too much, and fixates on the past grudges too; his memory is alright but his resentment burns bright.

It is the final nail in your coffin when he talks about how his father had died.

The word poisonrings in your ears and you don’t need to listen to the rest of his slurred speech to take a guess which poison in market he speaks of.

You know it like you’ve made it.

Maybe, it’s more accurate to remove that “like” from this phrase.

There goes down the token normality you’ve had for a little while.

Hands touch, lips graze, breaths mingle and eyes meet; all you can think about, when you’re not too lost in the moment and carnal urges, is how he wishes to take revenge on the person— the brain behind that poison, that killed his father.

You wonder how his face would look like when he achieved his end goal. Would he smile for his father, shed tears over your unmoving form and lifeless eyes? What would he think, would he grant you forgiveness or burn you in his rage and relent for a thousand years? Would it make a difference if he knew you had no say in the matter, that you were too naïve and blinded?

Would it matter at all or would you be held accountable? —would this save you, put your restless soul to ease, finally?..

[yostresswritinggirl]

My goodness, I- I did not expect this one to blow up like this. Then again you guys are so goddamn unpredictable, be glad I love you all hhhhh- this will be the last installation of Universe Reversal and it has been a nice yet wild ride for this mini-series pfft. Thank you to the anon with the brilliant mind who started this, I didn't include Kaeya here since he's already fleshed out in the asks convos we had.

Universe Reversal 3

Genshin Impact Character Reader and Modern Players with Venti and Diluc (how they simp for you) (event masterlist / Part 1 / Part 2 / Extras)

Venti the Multi-Account User

This unhinged boyo has made multiple accounts for different servers, and no one really knows how many he uses or how many he's active on (it's 2), nor the reason why he even did this strategy in the first place.

How he pulled you: This little gremlin was messing around with his alt account and saw that he still had some leftover primogems in it, enough for ten pulls. And he was like, why not? He's already ran out of chances in his main account, he wasn't hoping much— so when that glorious golden meteor appear, he froze.

And then he freaked out, both in triumph and anger, because OMG you came home!!! In the WRONG account!!! ¡¡! ¡¡!

Bragging about it to his friends, and when he gets his congratulations, he's gonna come out and say it was on his alt account. And all hell breaks loose.

He's gonna spend most of his days trying to debate over his head what's he gonna do about his predicament, while farming materials not just for you but for the other characters as well. He doesn't have a well-bred team in that account so...

He'll be spending most of his time in that account during the hype, of course, and he's gonna be the gamer that would be staying up so late just to get everything geared up and maxed out.

Venti usually used you in co-op to flex on his pull, and dons your character as his profile. His grinding has raised you to at least C1 with the second best weapon for you, and a decent set of artifacts. He built you as sub dps tho, unlike the other players here.

This is obvious but he likes using you for gliding, because your character reacts so happily when doing so and he finds it really cute. He also ends up idling a lot and watches your idle animation, gif'd and all.

One of the very few characters who would actually cosplay as you, if it's possible. Shameless and proud for it too.

May or may not have attracted some specific fans.

You coming home has sparked the vigor of gaming for him once again, and became more engaged to the community and- holy shit, you have so many fan materials.

Venti may or may not have participated in the ship wars and best character wars alongside Childe and Kaeya.

One of the remixers and character theme/fan-made songs type of fan in the community, very prestigious too. He aims to offers his works to the devs too, even if it's just for small promotional materials.

"The game just become so much more enjoyable and pleasing to play when I got them! Even if I had to switch accounts, it's was sooo worth it." sad neglected account noises

Favorite Voicelines: Feelings About Ascension, All your trailers (What do you mean this is not a voiceline?)

Diluc the Beta Tester

One of the lucky people to be able to play the beta version of the game, as he had been very critical in checking for bugs and suggestions even if he has his own work.

How he pulled you: Mentioned this before, he wasn't meant to pull for you really, he was there for the other characters in your banner, but you ended up coming home to him instead.

It's not that he doesn't LIKE you, it's nothing personal, it's just that his team/playstyle doesn't really let you fit in to his game? But hey, at least he knows you're good, so instead of neglecting you he decided to build you up as well just to see.

Diluc now has the strongest (Y/N) build in the whole game.

Was forced by his brother to make a video/tutorial for your character, and he found it quite enjoyable. So many people thanked him and supported his video for it, dedicated fans to your character and building.

Diluc warms up to your character soon after and sees you in a better light. Starts reading more about you and sees how nice your story was well made, and admires the beauty of your ult animation a tad bit too much.

His reputation suddenly became connected to you, like speedrunning, soloing and powerful builds with/for your character.

If there were any bugs or fixes regarding your character, he's the first to notice and report in full detail to Mihoyo. Because of this your release had been unusually flawless and well-liked by the community, but he wouldn't know much since he's not that engaged to the fandom.

He doesn't notice his bias to you and if he gets called out, he's gonna vehemently deny the fuck outta it. He's a beta player, he needs to analyze all characters equally, damn it.

He may or maaaaay not be one of the cause of your character getting leaked before your actual release; Kaeya may or maaaay not be related to this. Don't worry tho, he's not under any danger, yet.

He has a big chance of being a new character's VA that's closely tied to you and he's unsure yet on how to deal about the offer.

If a casual criticizes your character, especially when they insult that you're too overrated, he's there to pull out the right facts and rants to shit the fucker up.

Silently helped with the popularity poll and made you the most liked character for a very long time.

One of the people obsessed with your idle animation and voicelines, and had listened to all of your lines in ALL languages. For uh, for work purposes, of course. Will fight that your English VA is the best and suiting voice for you.

He's kinda tsun on liking your character in a simping kind of sense? So it's like subtle in which he silently buys one merch of yours, total opposite of Kaeya with his Dakimakura-

"One of the best characters Mihoyo has released so far. I'm guilty I almost didn't try getting them, but now I'm on the shi- train for vouching as best player."

Favorite Voicelines: Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night, Attack Dialogues

@ellitx @moaa @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @dandelion-dreams @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel

[strawberry-snek]

an idea: Zhongli and Childe getting married.

Childe takes one step into Liyue, seeing the Rex Lapis statues, and decides he wants to find and marry the real deal.

Once they are married, his loyalty no longer lies with the Cryo Archon. It lies with Rex.

He’s not taking his gnosis. He’s taking his hand. In marriage. They had to send another harbinger to try and take the gnosis.

Childe canonically can cook and clean, house husband material. Though he doesn’t like to let Zhongli go outside alone, I assume Zhongli being thousands of years old also possesses such skills.

Zhongli, being a god able to change anything physical about himself at will, is able to give Childe’s mom the grandchildren she so desires. Chili children!

Childe’s little sister meeting Zhongli pre-wedding, and asking him “are you gonna marry my big brother??” teasing the ever loving daylights out of her brother.

SPEAKING OF CHILDREN... I see Venti and the other Archons as (formerly single) dad Zhongli’s kids. Childe leaving his fatui ways behind and giving Venti a piggyback ride or something, wholesome times.

They move to Mondstadt to avoid the other harbingers and Fatui. They don’t control Mondstadt, it is safer there. Also again venti family wholesomeness

[nyxicnymph]

My take on Genshin Characters

I started playing a little while ago, and haven't yet caught up, but here are my thoughts.

-*Traveler/Aether: I definitely like the anemo powers the best. Very useful, I like the way they blend with other elements. Don't see him as family, but he does mean something to me. I'd be his best friend. Electro's pretty good, but takes a long time to recharrge.

-*Amber: Little sister. Hard to use in mob fights but really good for singular fights, like Eye of the Storm, or those electric bat things.

-*Kaeya: Didn't like him at first but he's got a good heart, so he's my big brother now. Almost always deployed.

-*Lisa: My wine aunt! I like her powers when fighting cryo characters but she takes hits really easily and dies quickly.

-Jean: Mom! Mom! Mom! I haven't gotten to play as her yet but she is my ideal mom. :) happy vibes.

-*DIluc: HI DAD I'M STANDING ON YOUR COUNTERS I'M IN YOUR HOUSE PAY ATTENTION TO ME. He's one of my dads. I like playing as him. He's great all around and I'm glad I got him recently! He's been a real lifesaver!

-Venti: Okay he's twelve. But he's a god. And he drinks? And even though he's done nothing to me I want to throw him off a cliff. But like. Affectionately. His powerset is pretty unique, I think, I do like having the ability to make windcurrents wherever I want. Maybe someday I'll get him and can cause my own drama.

-*Barbara: Um. The cousin I don't really like. I wasn't fond of her powers at first but then I realized how useful they were lol.

-*Noelle: A tank and my best friend. Almost always deployed because her shield is a lifesaver.

-*Chongyun: Popsicle boy. powerhouse mode. Works excellently with Noelle and Xingqiu.

-*Ninnguang: Very Mom. Very Powerful. She's by far one of my favorite catalyst characters, and I'm very fond of her personality. Also I really like how she doesn't move around while throwing rocks lol.

-*Sucrose: Very sweet, cute, and green. Seems shy. Her power is good when mixed with another element, so she gets put on a heavy elemental team usually.

-Razor: I want to adopt him. He is my son now. The one time I played with him was very fun and not nearly long enough. Sigh.

-Xiao: I'm in love. I want him so bad. He's very powerful, but I mostly just want him because he's my husband now. I love angsty immortal men with blue/green hair dye.

-Zhongli: IF YOU FOLLOW ME AND PAY ATTENTION TO MY POSTS THEN YOU'RE AWARE OF THIS BUT. He is my dad. Well. Liyue Dad. He has very strong dad vibes. He gives advice and I cried when I finished the Liyue archon quest because I didn't want him to go away. But then lantern rite came around and prolonged our time together and it was very soothing. I didn't cry when lantern rite finished. I'd come to terms.

-Qiqi: My daughter now. Very adorable. 10/10

-Baizhu: Something about him seems off. he's hiding something. I shall shake him until he reveals it. He's good to Qiqi though.

-Keqing: Interesting character. Haven't played as her except that one time during lantern rite when the battle was over way too fast.

-Ganyu: She sounds like she needs a hug. Also her cute little crush on Shenhe is so obvious and adorable.

-Shenhe: Very stoic. Understandably so, but something I noted. I could be friends with her, I think. So many polearm users.....

-Yun Jin: Sister material! She's so cute and passionate and just wants to be seen for herself at the same time! I want to sit on her bed and laugh about Zhongli forgetting the Mora to pay for his tea at her shows and braid her hair.

-*Xiangling: She's very cute, but very high energy. All the pyro users seem to be that way lol. I'm getting used to her weapon, so she teams up with Noelle a lot so she gets a shield.

-*Xingqiu: Okay. Xingqiu is the type of guy to seem serious and composed on the surface, but he is more than willing to cause all kinds of chaos. I think the quest where you're running all over creation to buy all the cor lapis to bankrupt some guys out of buying a book that he wanted to read is an excellent example of this. Quite like his fighting style, and while his EB takes a while to recharge, it's got a lasting effect so it ain't all bad.

-*Yanfei: Very high energy, and I'm suspecting that you should not leave her alone with Xingqiu and Xiangling, hence why they're in different teams. At least that's what I'm telling myself. She's great for elemental combos and for burning shields or quick fire. I could probably make her stronger but I'm not entirely sure how rn.

-*Beidou: Very strong. Is she mother?? Is she aunt?? Is she a goddess?? idk but I am very fond of her. I like her burst and her ult is very easy to combine with other characters.

-*Xinyan: Very fun to play with but her accent throws me off every time lol. I am never expecting the almost-cowgirl accent out of her. I like her burst, and I wish her ult was longer lasting but beyond that, solid girl.

-Kazuha: He's uh. Something. But in a good way. I can see why people think he's pretty, I guess. I think I see him as more of a brother, though. idk.

-Thoma: Oh god my sister loves him. I think he and I would be best friends though. He's very sweet, but incredibly smart, and cunning. He's very good at turning situations around to someone's benefit. Not necessarily his own.

-Ayaka: She's very sweet and the festival thing was very cute. I think under the cute and sweet she's very good at reading the situation, and isn't afraid to take action.

-Yae Miko: Hm. I don't trust her. I know everybody is simping for her or shipping her, but I just. Don't trust her. also she's like a minor deity and we've had poor relations with other deities, Zhongli and Venti Aside.

-*Diona: Small! Must Adopt! She's like my irl cat as a genshin character and it's very funny to me.

-Childe: I want to fight him all the time, it sure is a shame I'm not high enough level yet. I knew he was slimy and weird from the start, and minion or not, he still had a hand in events. Also if he just talked to traveler instead of jumping to conclusions and starting a fight, shit wouldn't have been as bad. No Osial, no Beisht. A simple stepping down for Rex Lapis. The one thing about Zhongli that bothers me sometimes ig.

Honorable mentions:

-Ei: She hates me personally I think. She keeps throwing lightning at me.

Scaramouche: he's crazy. run away. DNI etc etc

I think that's all the characters I've interacted with or played as.

[sevensav--d-archived]

50 Headcanon Challenge

Itoshi lived in New York City for one year, from age eight to nine.  When he returned to Japan, he was accelerated a grade.

Itoshi’s favorite color is #5E3A75

The little streak in his hair is genetic.  His father has it and his grandmother had it.

His birthday is May 5th.

Itoshi is a little weary of dogs because he’s afraid to be seen as a massive dog toy.

That being said, he does have a squeaker toy sewn into his face so when he gets punched it does like a squeaky dog toy.

Hates really rich, fancy foods.  Seriously just give him some junk food and he’ll be way happier.

At any given time, he has sewing needles, pins, and a measuring tape somewhere on or in his person.  Like, tucked into his arms or something.  

Among his modifications he’s given himself for heroism are a spool of thread in his head so he can pull thread out of his hair, a small blade in the web of his right thumb and index finger for cutting said thread, and magnets are in his hands and feet to weigh him down and make it easy to get needles and shit out of his body

He literally can take his head off and walk around with it, as long as his head is connected to some other part of his body, like his hand.  He usually only does this for Halloween, since it’s kind of hard to do and hard to put back on.

Itoshi’s clothes that he wears outside of school are all handmade by him.  These vary in looking like they were factory made or made by a six year old.  This is entirely intentional. 

He has multiple trophies for playing competitive gaming.  He has one with him at school that he got for playing Mortal Kombat really good.

His gamer tag on all services, as well as his twitter @ is Ragtag55

He’s played the Piano since he was 3.  He is very good.

His home is located in Ginza.  His house is very large and very modern and avant garde.  Itoshi hates it, and plans to live in a small, modest home when he’s out of school.  Even if he’s wealthy.

Itoshi’s face stitches are exaggerated.  they’re all real, but he embroiders along the seam to for the aesthetic.  If he took them out the scar would only be on his nose and above his eye.

His room at UA is the designated comfy room.  It’s 1/3 bed.  There are so many pillows and blankets in there.  He hosts game nights and sleepovers and all sorts of stuff in there.

Itoshi can do a nearly perfect vocal impersonation of Best Jeanist (this is bc his voice claim is the same actor who plays him)

During the USJ attack he got sent to the same area as Ojiro and ended up burning one of his legs off, horrifying his classmates.  He was totally fine, though.

Itoshi is particular about being called by his first name, not his last name.  He did not initially respond to it.  He’ll take some nicknames, but not all.  Ragdoll, Pillowboy, or anything with the word “Doll” in it honestly usually passes the test.

He has a collection of Anpanman merch that he’s very proud of.

His favorite sweets are Cosmic Brownies from America.

His favorite ice cream is Coolish, which is a soft serve ice cream that comes in a little pouch.

Itoshi has never had pets as far as he knows.  He vaguely remembers the presence of a bird in his childhood but he isn’t sure if it was real or not.

He’s favorite genre of music is video game soundtracks and chiptunes.

He gets really embarrassed when he gives gifts to people, so he often will just hide them for people to find so he doesn’t have to face it.  He’s not sure why he’s like this, he just is.

Itoshi survives on about 3 hours of sleep a night.  He’s an insomniac and rather than trying to fix it or seek treatment, he’s just adapted to not having a lot of sleep.  He usually is up late playing video games online or working on some fabric craft.

Due to having no bones or regular muscles, he is extremely flexible.  He can literally tie his own arms in a knot.

He sleeps with a teddy bear that he’s had since he was four or five.

He owns ‘dress limbs’ which are basically just extra arms and legs he can use for social events where he needs to look professional.  They don’t have any extra seams or patches on them.  He also has a set of legs that’s made with floral velvet.  Why?  Just because.

His voice cracks when he yells.  He doesn’t yell much, his yeller doesn’t work too good.

He can often be found dying fabric in the bathrooms.  He gets in a lot of trouble for this.

He has a history with self ‘injury’.  As a child he used to make cuts in his body so his parents would fix them for him.  This was one of the only ways to get their attention.  They never figured it out.

If anyone ever wants to get a rebellious piercing, he’ll hook you up if you buy him lunch at that convenience store down the street.

He has a tiktok account and he has like 80k followers at the moment.  He has a side account that’s pretty anonymous about his fashion stuff and it has over 500k followers.

Has a really nice singing voice!!!  Let him sing for you!!!

His starbucks order is a venti espresso frappuccino blended coffee, extra whip.  It has a lot of caffeine in it.  It doesn’t seem to do much to him.  

When Itoshi graduates and has to learn to drive, he can’t.  He can’t do it.  He’s so bad at it, please don’t let him drive.  

Itoshi is highly flammable so going against opponents like Todoroki, Bakugou, and Kaminari can be very dangerous for him.  Despite this, he trusts them to not kill him.

Sometimes when a hand or arm gets really dirty he’s take it off and throw it in the washing machine/dryer in the dorms.  This often horrifies people.

Itoshi almost certainly needs glasses but will not get them because they’ll make him look like his dad.  Just watch him the next time he reads something, he has to put his face about two inches away from the material. (See HC 37)

He is actually pretty good at drawing!  His artworks is very reminiscent of fashion illustration.  He usually has a sketchbook on him.

Sometimes in the winter Itoshi will sew those little warming pockets into hi body and welcomes people to snuggle him for warmth.

He hates being angry or sad.  He will suppress that shit and bury it under another layer of lackadaisical chill vibes.  

Itoshi sees Nomiko and Fukumi almost like sisterly figures so if either of them get partners he’s jokingly gives them the big brother talk.

Itoshi is a very good kisser, that’s all I will say.

He doesn’t have fingernails but sometimes he will put fake ones on.  He had them when he was little but he’s lost all of his fingers or hands at so many times over.  When he did have them, they were naturally a silver color.

Itoshi is that guy who doesn’t study for tests and almost always gets 100s.

Itoshi can speak English fluently with a near perfect accent that places him in the east coast.  This came from his year in New York and maintaining friendships with Americans over the internet.

Itoshi uses laundry detergent and fabric softener instead of soap and shampoo and he has to use a very strong blow dryer.

[guncelkal]

'Genshin Impact' Ayato materials: 7 items to farm for Ayaka's big brother

‘Genshin Impact’ Ayato materials: 7 items to farm for Ayaka’s big brother

The new Hydro character for Genshin Impact, Ayato, is almost here. Ayaka’s boba-loving big brother is one of the first banners for Version 2.6, alongside Venti’s long-awaited rerun. In the second half of the new version, Ayaka also returns for a rerun. Sadly, this means all you Kazuha and Klee fans will have to wait a little longer. The upcoming version also sees us delve into the long-rumored…

[sinkingorswimming]

Mortician Yuuri

(I am told...people want more of this. So here. Piggybacking from http://sinkingorswimming.tumblr.com/post/161417843505/morticianyuuri-and-tech-startup-victor-my-fave)

Yuuri’s day generally begins at six when his alarm goes off and he stumbles out of his bedroom to take his toy poodle out into his backyard to do his business. Vicchan moves kind of slow these days, but the vet assures Yuuri he’s in fine health other than the beginnings of cataracts in his eyes, and Yuuri always sits in the chair by their fire pit while Vicchan sniffs, pees, and wanders.

By the time this is over, his roommate and brother-except-in-blood has begun breakfast, and Yuuri brings Vicchan back inside as he showers and gets dressed. It’d be nice if he could be less formal, but funeral home employees always cater to a certain aesthetic. Besides, he’s a highly trained professional. He’s proud to look the part.

He can tell what kind of day Phichit is in for depending on the breakfast made: primarily web-based clients mean the joke congee they aways keep available. In person therapy sessions that come to Phichit’s in home office, for some reason, require him to carb load. On those days the Belgian waffle maker comes out. When he has a balance between the two or not many sessions in general, he makes Yuuri’s favorite omurice.

Today is a waffle day, Yuuri notes as he smells the batter once he arrives in their kitchen.

Phichit has already made him a plate and he passes him a spray can of Redi-Whip. “Thanks,” Yuuri replies. He loosens his light blue tie and digs in, Vicchan curling at his feet.

Phichit sits across from him. He’s in a t-shirt that reproduces the original Broadway poster for The King and the Skater, his favorite musical, and a pair of green pants covered in anime-styled hamsters. He keeps three live ones in his office that he lets clients cuddle with as a form of stress relief or stimulation. “Ugh,” Phichit says after a big bite of waffle with orange marmalade. “I have THEM today.”

Yuuri sips his orange juice. He knows who THEM refers to, and stays silent because---

“Honestly, I’ve never in my life dealt with people who are so difficult---”

Ah yes. There he goes.

“Like I keep trying to point out to them that like...a separation might make more sense, because they won’t compromise,” Phichit grouses. “When one person wants polyamory and the other flips out from jealousy, like...cut and run, you know?”

“I don’t,” Yuuri deadpans. “But sure.”

He realizes too late what he’s done. 

Phichit’s gray eyes focus on him like a spotlight. “And you---” he says with a point of his waffle-laden fork. “When are you going to put yourself out there again?”

Yuuri sighs. “When people stop acting like I’m going to fill them with formaldehyde and use them as practice for measuring caskets.”

“I mean, that means you’re making bad choices, to be honest,” Phichit says.

Yuuri grinds his jaw. Why can’t he ever not be a sex therapist and instead just be his friend?

“Turn it off, please,” Yuuri says.

“It is off,” Phichit retorts.

Yuuri rolls his eyes. A black card on the table catches his notice---it’s the super super hot man’s card from Starbucks the day before. He looks at it---Victor Nikiforov (that’s amusing given Vicchan’s name), followed by a mobile number, a corporate email, and an address presumably for his company. 

“I mean---” Yuuri says. “I sort of...this guy.” He passes Phichit the card.

Phichit looks it over. “Hm, bold design choices for a business card. He was sexy, at least? And nice? Clearly there’s some kind of interest.”

Yuuri thinks back to inhumanly blue eyes and silver hair, which given their city could be natural or not. “He’s...pretty. He was friendly. Said if I call him he’ll buy my drink next time.”

Phichit raises an eyebrow. “Call him. Today. Go out with him. Tonight. And then....marriage, kids, old age, and death.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Yuuri says. “He’ll be like all the others.”

Phichit frowns, and his eyes look hurt. “Yuuri, you don’t know until it comes up. Let him decide for himself, okay? Don’t pass on a good thing because of a maybe.”

Yuuri puts the card in the pocket lining his blazer. “Yeah.”

Phichit clears the plates and begins the dishes---since he sets his own hours, Yuuri handles dinner and its clean up most nights as a trade. “Have a good day at work, dear! Don’t be home late!” Phichit tells Yuuri in a weird half-mimickry of Mrs. Cunningham from Happy Days.

“Sure, babe,” Yuuri replies drolly as he grabs his keys and walks to the garage. Phichit primarily drives a Vespa, since their city is well-equipped with public transit, but Yuuri’s black and eggplant hearse takes up most of their single-car space. The license tag reads KATSUKI 4 and he starts the engine.

He does the morning coffee run for his folks and older sister, all of which comprise the Yu-Topia funeral home with him to round it out. When it’s his turn at the Starbucks register, Leo grins at him. “Hey Yuuri! The usual?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Yuuri says with a smile as he puts a five-dollar bill in their tip jar. Leo rings up a grande green tea latte for his mom, a dry cappucino for his dad, a venti Pike Place black for Mari, and the Dragon Frappucino for himself. 

He reaches into his pocket for his cellphone to get his stars on their app when an elegant pale hand bedecked in almost-black red polish rests on his phone and fingers. “It’s on me,” a slightly familiar voice says.

Yuuri jumps and stares wide-eyed at Hot Victor From Yesterday. “Uh---no, no, really, I can’t----”

“You can and will,” Victor chimes in cheerfully. “Hey can you add a Venti Pink Drink to his order? And it’s all one check, I’ll take care of it.”

Leo looks at Yuuri and then back at Victor. “Sure can,” he says with this weird grin that Yuuri thinks might be shit-eating in nature.

“I told you, the next one was one me,” Victor says as he leans close enough to almost kiss. Which Yuuri would like very much thus resulting in him wondering if he can embalm himself. Because definitely he is going to die from this. “I was really hoping to see you again, so I decided not to leave it to chance.”

He inserts his credit card into the chip reader---it’s an Amex Black. 

Actually---everything touching this guy is black. He has on this expensive looking black jacket with velvet lapels that goes to almost his knees, a high-end looking black shirt made of a material that casts a slight sheen, and black trousers that are perfectly tailored. It’s not quite unseasonably too warm for the outfit, but it’s close.

He’s so cheery, though, with his perfect white smile and his obscenely pastel fruit drinks.

“Thank you,” Yuuri manages with a shy smile. “Um...I guess...I owe you.”

“No, not at all,” Victor says. “Hm or...rather...you can repay me at a less hectic time. With...lunch? There’s a nice cafe two blocks from my office that has really good poke bowls.”

Yuuri loves poke bowls. Not as much as katsudon, but he loves them. “Uh---well...sure?”

Victor lights up even more. “Amazing! I usually take my break around one...so come my way then, if you can, or if not we can do it tomorrow---”

They have a wake today, Yuuri knows, but it’s not until four. The rest of his morning is mostly paperwork. It’s Mari’s day to handle the meetings with families of the recently deceased. “Okay. I’ll be there between one and a quarter after.”

Victor grins. “Perfect.” Yuuri grabs his tray, Victor his cup, and they part ways. Yuuri drives to the Yu-Topia Funeral Home as Flo’s Ceremonials sounds through the driver’s area, and he feels oddly happy for the first time in a while.

Maybe Phichit is right and Victor’s different.

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