#well it's just shameful to him so he'd rather do nothing than even admit anything to anyone Everrrrr

[silusvesuius]

g*lmar rly has to be the best skajrim character on the real like even if you don't like him he just is . literally The best one i think......... on dat note i also imagine that he and ulfr*c despite being fairydust BFFs for lyfe genuinely have the worst communication skills ever seen

[cressidagrey]

It's a Love Story - Chapter 7

Summary:

Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.

Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.

And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.

Warning:

Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible. Also Retconning from Nesta's Spring Birthday to like late November, just because otherwise my plot doesn't work.

If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.

Sky had kinda waited for the two of them to have screeching arguments…as soon as the happy bubble of a new mating bond fell away. 

But…nothing of that sort had happened.

“Let’s just keep it just for us for a little while,” he had whispered and she had agreed, curled up in his arms. Just them.

Just for a little while. Nobody else’s opinion did really matter after all. And she knew that there would be numerous opinion be had about the fact that hse had met her mate and then moved in with him in the span of less than a day…and that the two of them were utterly and deliriously happy since then. 

Just the two of them - at least for a little while longer. Sky knew that they would have to tell their friends and family eventually, that they couldn't stay in their little bubble forever, but she was in no rush. The world could wait. For now, she was perfectly content to just be with Azriel.

And they didn’t fight. About anything. 

It was...weird. 

She was waiting for arguments. She was waiting for screaming and to be told that she wasn’t enough…for him to finally realie that he had made a grave mistake…but nothing happened. 

He didn’t care that she stuffed all his bookcases with her books…or rather that his shadows did, painstakingly replicating the order she had had in her little apartment. 

Azriel even made nice with Hector and bought him tuna, jut for her sake…

She had caught Azriel and Hector curled up on the couch together last week - Azriel reading a book and Hector sprawled on his lap. She'd stared at them for a long moment. He had let Hector drool all over his shirt. Azriel had looked up at her with a sheepish grin when he noticed her staring. "He's very cuddly," he'd said, as if that was all the explanation that was needed.

Sky had just laughed, shaking her head as she made her way over to them, sitting down next to Azriel. She had rested her head on his shoulder, reaching out to pet the cat. Hector purred loudly in approval, nudging his head against Sky's hand, and she couldn't help but smile.

Azriel kept odd hours for his work, sometimes disappearing in the middle of the night or coming home then too…but Sky did too, so it didn’t bother her.

He always made time for her - making them breakfast or bringing her coffee or leaving little notes for her. 

And she horded it all away like a dragon did with it’s hoard, wanting to enjoy that just a little while longer. 

Sky made sure to do the same for him. She knew he never slept much, so she always left a cup of tea by his bed if he was late in returning, and always left some food for him… She found him a new salve for the scars on his hand, massaging it in with all the patience in the world when he admitted to her that the muscles and joints hurt as it got colder… She bought him sweets from the same little shop in the Rainbow she got her own stash of caramel candies from… She wanted to take care of him, even if she knew Azriel would never ask for it.

She loved the way he held her, as if he would never let her go. She loved the way he whispered her name as he kissed down her body, and the way he held her once they were finished, his wings wrapping around them and cocooning her in warmth. Sky had never imagined that she could be loved like this, but Azriel made her feel like she was the most precious thing in the world.

And if Azriel wasn’t there…the shadows were.

They had become her constant companions - sliding beneath doors and around walls and windows, following her through the house. At first, the shadows had been startling, but she had quickly grown used to them - they seemed to relish draping themselves over her, wrapping around her wrists, her ankles, her shoulders. The shadows would stroke at her face and whisper her name, and Sky had taken to speaking to them as well, asking them about Azriel or if they could bring her things or fetch Hector.

It was...nice not being alone anymore. Sky had never realized how lonely she had been in her little apartment, but now that she had the shadows - and Azriel - she didn’t want to go back. She loved the way the shadows seemed to watch over her, always present even if Azriel was not. And in their own way, the shadows cared for her too, always there to provide a steadying or comforting presence - or to bring her a cup of tea, or fetch her a book she needed for research...

And besides, the shadows were much better at moving furniture than Sky was. She had quickly learned that if she needed something rearranged or moved and Azriel was not around to do it, the shadows were more than happy to help.

But most of all, the shadows had come to represent Azriel to her - they were always with her, always watching over her, and she knew that even if Azriel could not be there, the shadows would always look out for her. They would keep her safe. 

It was a strange and unexpected sense of comfort, but Sky had come to cherish it. She never felt truly alone anymore, not with the shadows constantly at her back, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

And if Azriel was there…well.

The sex was better than anything she had ever imagined.

Sometimes she woke up to him between her thighs, right in the middle of throes of her pleasure, her whole body still heavy with sleep and drenched with wetness. 

He made her feel wanted, desired in a way that she had never experienced before. He never tired of her, always wanting to be close her, and she never tired of him. Every touch felt like a new discovery, and Sky was learning Azriel’s body like she had never learned anything else in her life, learning what made him moan and tremble and beg for more. She loved the way he touched her, the way he kissed her, and the way he whispered her name as he moved inside her.

But it wasn't just about the physical pleasure.

After sex…when it was just the two of them curled up in their bed, his wings wrapped around her, his head bedded on body more often than not…they talked. A truth for a truth.

She learned more about him. About his horrible sweet tooth. About the scars that covered his hands…she had traced them one evening and he had looked at her…looked at her in wonder.

He opened up to her about so many things, telling her stories from his childhood, about the horrors of the war, and about his family. Sky listened to all of it, her heart breaking for all the pain and suffering he had endured, and vowing to spend the rest of her life making him happy. And in turn, she shared her own stories with him, telling him things she had never told anyone else. It felt...good to let go of all the secrets and burdens she had carried for so long, and to know that Azriel was there to listen and to understand.

He never once cared about her stuttering. Never once rushed her.

Though she could feel… she felt so safe with him…that the stutter eased. Still there but sometimes she could go whole sentences without stuttering once..

Azriel was always patient with her, letting her take her time when she needed it, and never making her feel rushed. And to her surprise, her stutter had eased, bit by bit.

It was a strange feeling, not having to struggle through every word, to speak without fear of being judged or laughed at. And Azriel never drew attention to it, never made her feel as if she was something to be pitied or fixed. He just accepted her for who she was - stutter and all.

Sky was…so very grateful for that. She could trust Azriel with her deepest fears and insecurities, and he would always be there for her, supporting her and encouraging her. And in turn, she would do the same for him.

Being with him was so easy.

So easy, and so natural. It felt like they had been together for years, not just weeks. She couldn't imagine her life without Azriel, and she never wanted to. He made her laugh, and he made her feel loved and he wanted her.

That was probably the most startling thing.  

Sky was working on her desk, that overlooked the lake, while Azriel preferred to work upstairs in his office, and a cup of tea was gently put down next to her, a kiss pressed against the crown of her head. She couldn’t help but lean back into him with a happy sigh, tipping up her head, turning towards Azriel and letting him kiss her properly.

“Sky?” He asked softly as she leaned into the touch of the hand on her shoulder.

She hummed in answer.

“Isn’t one of your books coming out soon?” Azriel asked her softly.

“In three weeks, just in time for winter solstice shopping,” Sky answered absentmindedly. “Why?”

Azriel was quiet for a moment, his hand still resting on her shoulder. "How high are the chances that I could…have an early copy?" Azriel asked, sounding nearly hesitant.

Sky turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. "You want an early copy of my book?" she asked, curious. Azriel's nod was immediate. A slow smile spread across Sky's face. "You want to read it?” she asked him hesitantly. He wanted to read her book? 

“I do want to read it. And I also have a friend who adores your books and her birthday is coming up…” Azriel said softly. “She’s important to me. Like a little sister. Her name is Nesta. And I think she may be your biggest fan.”

Sky blinked in surprise, touched by Azriel's words. She knew how much Azriel cared about his family, and to hear him describe Nesta as a little sister was...well, it was sweet. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride knowing that her books had made such an impression on someone so important to him.

She opened the drawer of her desk and pulled out one of the dozen or so she had stashed in there. At his surprised look she just shrugged. “I always get a few from the first print run,” she said drily.

Azriel took the book from her hands, his gaze softening as he looked down at the cover. "Thank you," he said quietly, his fingers tracing over the embossed title of the book. "I know she'll love it."

“Just tell her to please not let the newspaper get their hands on it,” Sky said drily, making him laugh. 

“She’ll protect this book fiercely,” he told her sagely. “Would you…sign it?” Azriel asked her. 

Sky hesitated. She had never once signed any of her books. Had never written the name Sellyn Drake as an autograph. 

But for Azriel...she could do it. For Nesta. 

So she took the book back, dipped her quill in her ink, flicking it off twice, and then wrote a short message to Nesta - wishing her a happy birthday and hoping that she enjoyed the book. 

Sky signed Sellyn Drake at the bottom, the movement feeling surprisingly natural… and felt strangely vulnerable as she handed the book back to Azriel.

Azriel looked down at the inscription, reading it over carefully before looking back at Sky. "Thank you," he said again, his voice soft and tender. "This means a lot to me, and to her."

Sky felt a warm glow settle over her, and she knew in that moment that she would do anything for Azriel. Anything to make him happy.

“You are very welcome,” she said simply.

He leaned down and kissed her, and Sky melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Azriel's neck and pulling him closer. For a moment, the world outside their little bubble of happiness seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them.

***

“It seems like we need to come to some sort of agreement,” Azriel said tightly.

Hector the cat was staring at him with one eye and doing his best to intimidate him into life-long obedience, from where he was sitting in front of Azriel, who was sitting on the couch. 

"I am not going to stop sleeping in Sky's bed," he told the cat, crossing his arms. "I am not going to stop cuddling with her." Hector hissed at him in response, clearly not a fan of the fact that Azriel was going to stick around. 

It was a potential problem. Azriel glared at the ugly cat.

If it even was a cat. Sometimes he wasn't quite sure. Maybe it was a stunted Mountain Lion. It was quite big for a normal cat. And uglier than that.

"You know, I am not above pretending to be allergic to you," he told the cat drily. Especially if Hector kept scratching him.

Hector shot him a disdainful look, clearly not worried. And then swiped out a paw to smack at Azriel's naked feet, claws carefully withdrawn. 

Azriel scowled down at the cat. "You're lucky Sky loves you so much," he muttered, glaring at Hector.

"We can agree to get along. I'll buy you that ridiculous expensive Tuna you like and you can come join us when we cuddle on the couch. Or we can draw a line in the sand and see who comes out on top." Azriel raised an eyebrow.

Drily he reflected that this was how far he had come. Trying to bargain with the ugliest cat he had ever seen.

Hector stared back at him for a moment, before finally letting out a "Meow" as if to say, "Fine, fine, you can stay - for now." 

Azriel let out a sigh of relief, glad that the cat had finally agreed to some sort of truce. And he knew that Sky would be happy too - she loved that mangly cat more than anything. So he would put up with Hector - for Sky's sake.

Hector smacked him on the arm and crawled into his lap.

Azriel hesitantly petted his head. “You do realize you weigh a ton, right?” he told the cat drily.

Sky had told him that he had been all skin and bones when she had found him. Yeah, that was definitely no longer true.

Hector rolled over on his back, demanding belly rubs.

Azriel sighed, shaking his head as he reluctantly obliged, rubbing Hector's belly, where the cat’s fur was patchy. 

 Azriel couldn't deny that the cat was oddly endearing, even if he would never admit it out loud. And as Hector purred contentedly in his lap, Azriel couldn't help but smile.

Maybe he could put up with this cat after all. For Sky's sake, of course.

Just for Sky. 

Just for Sky's sake, he bought the cat ridiculous expensive treats, a scratching post and toys.

And he found that, as the weeks went on, he didn't mind as much when Hector would jump into bed with them in the middle of the night, curling up next to Sky. Or when he would bat at Azriel's toes while he read.

Nobody ever needed to know when he asked Gwyn to help him find some books about cats and their proper nourishment and exercise.

"Thank you," he thanked the red headed priestess when she handed him a whole stack of them at the end of their next private dagger lesson.

"No, thank you.  Finally I can pay you back for all the dagger lessons," Gwyn said with a bright grin. "Are you...Are you thinking about adopting a cat?" she asked him curiously.

"No. A friend did," he answered truthfully.

"Making nice with it then?" Gwyn asked him and he sighed.

"I am pretty sure the cat plots my murder on a daily basis," he answered only half joking.

Gwyn laughed, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Have you tried giving it treats?" Gwyn suggested helpfully.

Azriel opened his mouth to respond but at that moment, Rhys landed just a few feet away. Probably training with Cassian early in the morning, before they did their usual training with the priestesses and Valkyries.

"I even bought him ridiculously overpriced, fresh tuna," he admitted drily, making her laugh.

"Good luck with your bribes," Gwyn said with another laugh. "See you later, shadowsinger," she said with a wave over her shoulder. Azriel looked after her for a moment and then passed over to one of the weapon racks, starting his usual inspection.

"Dagger Lessons?" Rhys asked him, as he crossed over to him. 

"Yes," Azriel agreed. He could hear the inflection in Rhys' voice, a lilting question. He didn't even want to know what Rhys was thinking.

"Just With Gwyn?" Rhys asked, tone still carefully neutral.

Azriel sighed, turning to face his friend. "Yes, just with Gwyn," he confirmed. Azriel kept his tone neutral, almost indifferent.

Azriel went back to his dagger inspection, keeping his mind focused on the task at hand.

He could feel Rhys's eyes on him, but he didn't waver. He knew his brother well enough to know that Rhys was trying to get a reaction out of him. And je wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of a response.

Azriel didn't need to wait long. He could feel the talons of Rhys' daemati powers scratch against his mental shields just moments later. He let him in with a sigh. Was he officially going to get warned off Gwyn as well? 

Apparently Azriel was.

*If you want more from her, don't you dare pressuring her,* Rhys snapped into his mind.

Azriel nearly started to bristle. He wondered if Rhys even thought about how much of an insult it was. Ever thought of what it meant that he thought that Azriel would pressure Gwyn in anything she didn’t want. 

But he just answered flatly. *Then it will calm you to know that I couldn't possibly be less interested in Gwyn romantically.*

Maybe in another life. But not in this one.

*So what, you'll keep yearning after Elain?* Rhys asked him sharply.

Azriel looked up from the daggers, fixing Rhys with a glare.

*I behave. That's what you want. What I do or don't feel outside of that is none of your business,* Azriel gave back.

He was sick of this. Sick of Rhys treating him like he was some kind of reckless child who couldn't be trusted to make his own decisions. 

*I'll behave. As I always do.* He repeated that with more force, his glare hardening.

And as a side note, I am perfectly capable of handling my own feelings, Rhys. I don't need your interference.

The words hung in the air between them, sharp and pointed.

Azriel held Rhys's gaze for a beat longer, then turned back to the daggers. But he could feel the tension between them, the unspoken words that still hovered in the air.

He was so fucking done with Rhys’ meddling. Or with his brother not trusting him to handle his own feelings like an adult. 

*Oh really?* Rhys crossed his arms, wings spreading wide at his back. *How long have you been pining after Elain, knowing damn well that it would only bring you misery?*

It was a punch beneath what was appropriate. Both knew it.

But AZriel couldn't even fucking care at that moment.

He slammed down the mental walls, forcing Rhys out of his mind immediately.

Quite frankly, he hadn't thought about Elain once after Sky and him had accepted the mating bond. He hadn't fucking cared anymore.

 Elain could do whatever she wanted. So could Mor.  Azriel was kinda busy with doting on his mate.

Sky mattered. 

Sky actually wanted him around. Sky liked him enough to let him share her bed and curl around her and had not once flinched away from his shadows. 

Rhys could say and do whatever he wanted but he was not getting near Sky. 

"Good Morning!" At least Cassian was in a good mood.

Azriel barely acknowledged Cassian's cheerful greeting, his mind still reeling from his confrontation with Rhys. He wasn't in the mood to banter or make small talk. But Cassian, being Cassian, didn't seem to pick up on the tension in the air.

He plopped down on the ground beside Azriel, stretching out his wings lazily.

"What's got you brooding?" Cassian asked, eyeing Azriel curiously.

"Still figuring out Nesta's birthday gift," he said drily. It wasn't even a lie.

Cassian sighed.  "Good luck with that, brother. Nes can be quite the challenge to please," he said with a groan. "I still have no idea what to get her and I am her mate. I thought I would get her a new book but the only one she is interested in at the moment is the next Sellyn Drake book and that's not out for 3 weeks," Cassian complained.

Huh.

It seemed like Cassian may have just solved Azriel’s own gift debacle.

How high were the chances that he could talk Sky into giving him an early peek at her newest book?

Apparently it was as simple as asking. She gave it to him without hesitation, with a smile and he loved her just a little bit more just for that.

And he did love her. So fucking much.

It was so easy to be with her. So easy.

Azriel had never felt like this with anyone before. It was effortless to be with her, to be himself around her. She never expected anything from him, never pushed him to be someone he wasn't. She saw him for who he was, and accepted him completely.

She even accepted the shadows.

Azriel knew that the shadows were a part of him, and he had always been conscious of the way they might make people uncomfortable. But with Sky, it was different. She didn't shy away from them or make him feel like he needed to hide them from her. She even seemed to find a certain beauty in them.

She never flinched away, even when the shadows whispered against her skin...even when they touched her.

It was as if, for the first time, the shadows were not something to be feared or loathed. They were simply just a part of him, and she accepted them as such. She never asked him to change or try to control them, and it was a freedom he had never experienced before.

And quite frankly...he would rather stay with her, in their house and let himself be bullied by her cat that to sit through another family dinner.

But he did it. Just for Nesta. It was her birthday after all.

It wasn't going to be that bad. Probably.

He would just remind himself of who was waiting for him at home. That made it easy. 

And it wasn't even that bad. It could be worse.

Rhys even left him alone, mostly because Azriel did his best to stay away from Mor and Elain and Gwyn and Rhys himself for good measure, which left him with the conversation partners of Amren and Varian...and then he just needed to stay silent and let his mind wander to the feeling of Sky's hands when she scratched his scalp...the way she snuggled up to him in her sleep...to the freckles that covered her face...Azriel let his mind drift to thoughts of Sky as he sat at dinner, choosing to ignore the others' conversation. 

He knew that Rhys was probably watching him with a smug look on his face, probably thinking that Azriel was thinking of Elain instead. But Azriel didn't care. He was content in his thoughts of Sky.

Finally, they were handing gifts to Nesta, which meant that the evening was coming to an end.

Thank the cauldron for that. 

Azriel watched as Nesta unwrapped gifts from the others: jewelry from Amren, a painting of Velaris from Feyre…

“Happy Birthday,” Azriel told her softly as he handed her his gift.

“Thank you,” Nesta told him graciously, smiling at him. “Oh, chocolate!” He couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm at the bag of chocolate candies that was tied to her gift with ribbon. 

Azriel smiled, watching as Nesta excitedly tore open the bag of chocolate candies that he had bought her…Sky and him had taken an ambling walk through Velaris one afternoon, ending near the rainbow in a tiny candy shop where his mate procured her caramel candies from and he had picked them up for Nesta. 

Well, that and a few different ones to try for him and Sky.

He was just glad that Nesta seemed to like it. And then Nesta unwrapped the book.

“Cassian said you were very excited to finally read it,” he told her drily. Nesta flipped it over, eyes devouring the title.

“HOW?!” She demanded, her voice half a screech. A far cry from how composed and quiet she usually was. “How did you get it?!?” And then she was already moving to hug him fiercely, pressing a kiss against his cheek. Azriel chuckled, giving her a quick hug back. He was glad that she seemed to like his gift so much.

"Cassian let it slip that you were interested in the new Sellyn Drake book, so I thought I'd pull some strings and get you an early copy," he explained. "Happy Birthday, Nesta."

“What kind of fucking strings did you pull?!” Cassian complained pouting. “I went to every bookstore in Velaris and none could get it to me earlier than in three weeks.” 

Azriel couldn’t help but smirk at Cassian's complaint. "You know me, Cassian. I have my ways," he drawled. "Maybe you just need to expand your network."

“You had the shadows steal it, didn’t you?” Cassian asked him with a glare. Azriel couldn’t help but snort.

“No, I asked Sellyn Drake to give it to me and she did,” he said drily. “Though I'm sure Nesta couldn't care less how I got the book, as long as she gets to read it."

“Oh, I do care.” Nesta assured him immediately. “You asked Sellyn Drake? Nobody knows who she is! You know her? How? When? Why?”

Azriel chuckled, amused by Nesta's rapid-fire questions. "Yes, I know Sellyn Drake. I asked her for a favor, and she obliged. Simple as that. As for the why, well, I knew how badly you wanted to read her new novel, so I thought it would be a nice surprise for your birthday,” he told her easily, smiling softly at Azriel. 

Cassian still looked suspicious, eyeing Azriel with a critical eye. "You asked the author herself to give you an early copy of her book? Just like that?" he asked skeptically.

“Just like that,” Azriel said calmly.

“So she actually exists?” Gwynn asked him curiously, everybody turned to stare at her. “What?! You know I had my theory!”

“Gwyn’s theory is that Sellyn Drake isn’t one single person, but instead a whole group of incredible talented authors,” Nesta said with a grin.

"Oh, she definitely exists. I can vouch for that. She’s very sweet,” Azriel told Nesta simply, who opened her book, hungrily opening the front pages…

“…this is signed,” Nesta breathed. “Sellyn Drake knows my name.” 

He was pretty sure that he had heard religious people sound less worshipping than Nesta did at that moment. 

For just a moment he wanted to think about how it would be for Nesta and Sky to meet, but he forced himself not to. Not where Rhys could snap that up. 

“What?! No way!” Emerie exclaimed, clambering to take a look at the book. “Cauldron boil me.” She breathed.

“There isn’t a single signed Sellyn Drake book!” Gwyn exclaimed. 

Azriel couldn't help but chuckle at the others’ reactions. "Well, I guess that makes this a pretty special gift then," he said simply, sipping his wine with a satisfied smile.

“Very special,” Nesta told him softly, looking at him wideyed. “This is…This is incredible, Az.” 

Azriel merely inclined his head, accepting the comment. “I’m glad "It's not often that I can surprise someone who's as hard to impress as you are."

Nesta gave him a playful swat on the arm. "You know I'm not that hard to please," she told him. "You just have to know me well enough to know what I want. And apparently you do. Thank you.”

[osaemu]

OSAMU DAZAI: ❛❛ FALSE GOD ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ dazai's far from the perfect boyfriend, and you're not the perfect girlfriend either. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. gets kinda angsty but nothin' major. toxic undertones. not a songfic but there's one line from false god included. mostly cunniligus. kinda self-indulgent.

author's note: obscure ending, interpret it however u want.

osamu dazai is a cynic, and he has no shame in admitting that.

every word you say and every man you smile at, dazai knows. behind those coffee-brown eyes lie a calculated gaze, and it's fixated on you. it's as if you're nothing more than another pawn in his games — just another player for dazai to manipulate at his will.

dazai figures that it's just human nature. everyone has their own motives, and everyone has their own secrets. being raised by the mafia, he's practically been trained to analyze every move made by another. after all, since he can't read minds, he has to assume that even you can't possibly be this good to him.

one day, when you bring him lunch at the agency, he asks what you'd like in return. you pause, a bit confused, before shaking your head and replying that it wasn't meant to come off that way. dazai insists that he do you a favor or something in return in order to avoid being indebted to you.

it stings, really, the idea that dazai thinks that your relationship is nothing more than a contract. and after weeks go on with dazai's suspicious eyes boring into your back every time you do a favor for him, you finally tell him so. you tell him what you thought you'd never have to tell him — that you don't have any ulterior motives in dating him.

dazai disagrees.

"i can't talk to you when you're like this," you murmur, shaking your head. and you really can't. honestly it's frustrating and draining — you don't want to have to prove to dazai night after night that you aren't with him for anything else than him.

your boyfriend's eyes narrow slightly, and clearly, he's trying to find your angle. is this a ploy to gain sympathy from him? or are you trying to guilt-trip him into doing something for you later? whatever it is, dazai decides that the best course of action would be to leave. for now, at least. he'll come back when you're asleep.

"okay."

dazai turns and leaves, going off to who-knows-where to do who-knows-what. you're left standing in the doorway, dumbfounded and not sure where to go from here.

two wineglasses and three hours later, he returns and finds you passed out on the couch. under any other circumstances, dazai'd be worried, but there's a trashy romcom playing in the background and a half-empty wine bottom on the table, so he figures that you're fine.

he walks over, careful not to wake you. dazai holds a bouquet of pink roses in one hand, and he uses the other to gently caress your cheek.

"god, you're so dramatic," dazai whispers, eyes trailing over your drowsy figure. his words are laced with muted affection, as if he can't find a way to express it without a petty insult on top of it. and well, maybe you are somewhat dramatic, but the way he sees it, he'd rather make up now than drag this on later. he sets down the bouquet and kneels down to your level, and the faint scent of whiskey lingers in the air.

"i wish i could be your perfect boyfriend," dazai says quietly, trailing his fingers through your hair. "but i just can't be, and if you want me to leave, i will."

dazai knows you're awake and listening to every word, and he also knows that you don't underestimate him. he's confident that you're aware that he knows you're not actually asleep, but for the sake of the moment, he gives you that choice. you can either keep pretending to sleep and brush him off, or you can open your eyes.

you open your eyes.

maybe you're just a hopeless romantic, but you could swear that a soft, relieved sigh escapes dazai's lips. lips that are now on yours as dazai attempts to make up for all the times he's pushed you away. and it's likely that even now, dazai won't change. he never does, no matter how many promises he makes. but it's nice that for once, he's trying to make up for what he's lost. even if it isn't much.

but you do get pretty close to forgiving him when his mouth isn't the only part of him on you. dazai's slender fingers make quick work of his coat as he tosses it to the side, eyes focused on you, only you. he doesn't have time to wonder if this is what you wanted all along of if it's just the sex scene in the romcom that's making him do this, but one thing leads to another and soon he's eating you out, tongue turning the edges of your vision white.

if you had doubts about the existence of heaven before, they were gone now. you swear you can see stars as dazai eats you out, and the lewd sounds that fall from your lips are downright sinful. you beg for more, more, more, and dazai obeys, giving you everything that you ask for.

it's funny how weeks of underlying tension can be eliminated in the span of an hour, but if there's anyone who could do it, it'd be dazai. as his tongue flicks in and out of your drenched cunt, your ability to form cohesive words vanishes, and all you're left with is his name.

"god, 'samu, please don't stop," you gasp, hands tangled in his hair as he looks up at you from his spot in between your thighs. his mouth has always worked wonders on you, whether it's through his poetic words or if it's through his skillful tongue, and now is no different.

your chest heaves as the coil in your stomach tightens as you feel yourself getting closer to your breaking point. you're entirely convinced that the world's stopped around you, and that there's nothing but you, dazai, and his lips in the universe.

if death was like what you were feeling right now, then by all means, you were entirely willing to give up your life for pleasure like this. the feeling of transcendence from your spot beneath dazai to a world above was unlike any other, and only dazai could take your hand and lead you there.

"eyes on me, darling," dazai murmurs, voice barely audible over the smutty noises coming out of your mouth. somehow, his voice is steady, and if you weren't so fucked out, you'd overthink this by leaps and bounds.

you chant his name like a prayer as you fight to keep your eyes open. you want nothing more than to tilt your head back and close your eyes, but somehow, you're certain dazai would end this torturous, hedonistic moment if you were to disregard his words.

blind faith was stupid, so stupid, but times like these would make you follow dazai anywhere. his words, his lips, his eyes, all of it. who were you, a mere mortal, to resist his decadent charms?

"more," you whisper.

he gives you more. dazai fucks you until your vision is hazy and you can't feel anything but him, and when you finally start to come down from your hour-long high, you're met with the sound of his sultry laugh.

"you wanted this, didn't you?" dazai breathes, eyeing you intently.

you nod, unable to do much more than that. dazai hums in reply, lean body collapsing on top of you. his mind is spinning, processing thousands of little details and thoughts all at once. his head hurts, his body's sore, and he's tired and ready to sleep, but one look at your fucked-out smile and he's hungry for more.

dazai presses his lips to your bare shoulder, and maybe you're imagining it, but you sense an undertone of self-satisfaction in what he whispers next.

"that's what i thought."

[fyuyushia]

Meddlesome self proclaimed wing man!

: ̗̀➛Ft. Karma, Maehara, Isogai

: ̗̀➛Teenage—a time for romance! Korosensei's more than eager to support the sparks of love amongst his students. Or in which, the different ways Korosensei ensures that his students fully explore the realm of romance.

: ̗̀➛rewatched assasination classroom and I just had to write a bit for them. Hahahahhah

Karma Akabane (Island arc)

The moment Korosensei smells the whiff of romance in the air, he's quick to chase after it, eager to meddle in the business and tend to it to ensure it blooms properlv.

Smelling the scent of a budding romance between you and Karma, he quickly devises a plan that ensures you'll both be ensnared with each other by the end of the day.

The only problem is the current stage of relationship Karma and you were in-mutual hatred born out of your clashing personalities. This singular problem had made any hope of romance almost impossible to occur.

Korosensei thinks it's a shame, especially when you synchronize too well with Karma in both combat and shrewdness. The chemistry was there, the foundation laid out, and the only thing stopping love from blooming was that stubborn mindset that refused to listen to what vour heart said.

Though at first glance, it would seem that hatred existed between the two students of his. In closer inspection, tell tale signs of hidden admiration could be spotted, an unspoken need to be by each other's side despite the public display of dissonance vou pretended to have with him.

He's so obvious in the way that if he was placed in a room full of people he knew, you'd always be the one he'd greet first. Obvious in the way that whenever a crisis happens he'd always first look for you. Obvious in the way that he's always the first to notice whenever you act strange-and especially obvious in the stolen glances he takes whenever he thinks no one is looking, betraying his true feelings that he himself was not sure of.

Korosensei found Karma troublesome. The gold eyed student insisted on disliking the other's attitude, stating repeatedly how they don't mix at all -all the while ignoring the several instances that proved he did see you as someone more than just someone to hate. What a problem geniuses were.

Sitting beside your bed ridden figure, his hands trembled involuntarily. His eyes dart from you to his surroundings, it had been the first time since his classmates were faced with such danger.

For once, Karma Akabane had been scared witless by something. It was odd; while he did occasionally feel wary or cautious, scared was not a word in his vocabulary-at least it wasn't until now. Though he'd rather die than admit it, he was forced to admit that you were more than just someone he enjoyed pissing off. More than just the classmate he claimed you were to him. You were a step close to death-the fact had struck fear in Karma's heart and had forced him to acknowledge the part of him that tried so hard to push his blossoming feelings aside.

Even if he knew he should be relaxed and knew firsthand that the threat had already been erased and the poison laced in your drinks were nothing serious, still, he can't keep his heart calm knowing you're still suffering from the poison. As long as you remained this way, there was still a chance for something bad to happen, and Karma feared that. Even if it was illogical, even if it was unlikely, he couldn't help but be irrational at the moment.

"How do you feel, you feeling alright?" Karma asks, despite knowing that your unconscious figure wouldn't be able to answer.

"Hey, don't tell me you're dying from just this. Oi." He nudged your face with a finger, poking your cheek in an attempt to calm down his thrumming heart.

A part of him hoped for a reply, a snarky retort, a threat-anything. He wanted you to say something to calm down his heart that just refused to listen no matter how logically sound his assurances were.

Fortunately for him, you had answered his calls and erased every doubt that echoed inside his head.

You grumble, opening your eyes to meet his with a glare. "Ha? As if I'd die from something like this." You click your tongue at the unwelcome sight, just the worst thing to see when you're ill.

Karma flinches, snapped out of his quickly worsening thoughts. He's quick to shift his focus on you, his eyes lingering on your face that glowered at him despite your now frail disposition. He blinks once, twice, befuddled by your sudden retort.

A laugh leaves Karma's lips, you always did find a way to surprise him. "What the-so you were still conscious this whole time?"

"I couldn't sleep when there was a certain someone eager to bug this sick patient."

Karma only grinned in response, now seeming a lot more relaxed now that he's heard your voice for the first time in a while but it wasn't long until he stiffened up once more.

"...You better get healed fast, [name]." He says, his tone sounding softer than the usual.

The sudden change had caught you by surprise, you almost got a whiplash from how surprisingly fragile he seemed. Not only that, he also surprised you with the look on his face that seemed almost begging. With his jaw clenched and his brows knitted, he looked the worst you've seen him yet.

You were speechless, confused to say the least due to the turn of events. You've always believed you hated Karma and so he did in turn as well-but when faced in such a situation where worry was shown without any mask to hide it, you freeze up. And just for this moment only, your glare softened into a gentle stare.

"I will, don't worry so much."

You smiled softly-the first of its kind you've ever made in front of him.

"But only if you stop bugging me, that is."

Hiroto Maehara (Itona building a tank arc)

With Maehara, Korosensei finds himself struggling a lot more than he thought he would with building up the romantic sparks between vou and Maehara.

Though Korosensei was indeed meddlesome, he was times the more meddlesome between yoh two. Truth be told, the teacher didn't expect it either, but the one step forward and two steps back advancement you had going on had run his patience thin and caused him to take matters into his own hands.

Despite Maehara's good looks and Korosensei's creative date plans, he could never seem to catch you-a slippery one, the person Maehara's in love with is. I wonder if things will really progress at this rate? Was what the tentacled monster always wondered.

While Korosensei's advice and flawless setups did work like a charm in charming you at times, Maehara always found a way to reduce his hard earned affection points with his more perverse side. And while it infuriated Korosensei, he also didn't have the right to get mad when he himself had the same perverse side so he could only hope for the best to happen.

It's a struggle. Sometimes Maehara's on your good side and sometimes he's not, it's unsure how things will end up but so long as Maehara continues to have feelings for you, Korosensei's more than happy to be the wingman in this awkward situationship.

It was the worst case scenario.

When the tank that was planned to be used on, well, something was discovered by its supposed targets before the mini tank could come to fruition and bear the desired results, they were officially busted. Their dreams and hopes of peeking through the girls undergarments was now far out their reach.

Maehara dies a little on the inside when he sees you among the group of girls who had caught them in the act. Oh, he was definitely screwed.

Your soft eyes that gradually sharpened into a glare had stabbed Maehara directly in the heart. With your brows knitted together and your lips curving to a disappointed frown, you looked as though you were staring at someone lower than dirt.

"[N-name]?" He called weakly, color swiftly draining from his skin.

In response to his call, you only took a step back and tugged your skirt lower, hugging your body as you seemed to have completely lost every bit of fondness you had for him before.

"Please don't come anywhere near me, I feel unsafe."

Your words were the final nail in the coffin. Following your display of disgust, was him collapsing to the floor. He stretches his hand out towards you, hoping to reach you only to fail as you walked away from the classroom just as quickly as you entered.

"W-wait [name]... I can explain!"

...and there goes his desperate attempts to get close to you. He clenches his heart, K.O.'d already by just one sentence. He's completely lost all color, turning pale white from the sheer horror of now being ranked lower than a roach in your view.

His classmates had looked down at him with a mix of pity and amusement. Pity because they knew full well how deep in love Maehara was with you and amusement for the situation he got himself in.

"Serves you right," Takaoka remarks with a snort. "That's what you get for being a disgusting perv." She huffs, shaking his head before heading to her seat to allow him time to recover from the brutal cut off.

"I was just..." He grits his teeth, punching the floor with frustration. He wouldn't deny that it was mostly his fault for indulging in such things, but facing the consequences of his actions had proved to be harder than he thought.

Nakamura snickers, barely holding it in as she feigns to be unbothered by Maehara's current predicament.

"Hmph, maybe next time you'll think before doing something like this again." She jeers. "Ahah, you're definitely screwed. [Name] doesn't take perverts well. Say bye bye to your previous privileges, you'll most likely never get to experience it again after all. Good luck trying to woo her this time, Maehara."

She waves him farewell, following Takaoka to her seat to continue the conversation they left off earlier. Though, of course, not before poking fun at him a few more times in the typical Nakamura fashion.

Maehara sighs, dreading the thought. How would he bring himself in your good graces this time? He could only hope Korosensei would be able to help him this time around.

Yuuma Isogai (Valentines arc)

Now with Isogai, setting you up with him was easy. You got along well and he was a perfect gentleman, it didn't take much for you to start falling the same way Isogai had.

The problem with Isogai and you however, was the lack of moves made. Though it's clear that the both of you liked each other, neither had the time to think of romance as they placed their focus in academics and family.

Korosensei admires his maturity, he understands the reasoning and he appreciates the way both of you had your priorities straight. But still, Korosensei thinks it's a waste of youth to only focus on studies and work. Being a teen is rare, and if one spent all of it focusing on the future and taking care of others, then time would pass by and before even realizing it, you've run out of time to enjoy the things you should've had during such delicate years. Korosensei's well aware that teenage years in particular were important in a person's growth, oftentimes, what you did during middle school would paint who you'd be in the near future and so, Korosensei wanted to ensure that he spent this year's indulging in things normal teens often got caught up in.

Korosensei treads carefully when it comes to lighting the sparks of romance between you and Isogai. If he came off too strong, then it'd only push you away from the other, but if he came off too weak then nothing was bound to happen. He treads a delicate balance of both, ensuring that Isogai grows more in touch with his romantic feelings while also not pressuring him to confess right away. He wanted his students to take their time. Even if he longed for drama between the class, he didn't want it to happen against the will of his students

After school, being the last of the students to head home due to certain duties, Isogai and you walked down the stairs with Korosensei waving you farewell just a few steps away.

The silence blanketed the two students softly, a cozy atmosphere being set. No words were exchanged, only the sounds of your shoes hitting the rocky stairs.

The silence continued until Isogai noticed the lack of footsteps. He halts his steps, a curious look in his eyes when he turns and finds you standing still. Tilting his head, he turns around to approach you, confused about your sudden pause. His eyes darts to yours, and when he sees that you seemed to be staring at something else, he follows the direction of your gaze, his brows stitched together until he sees the landscape.

His eyes widened, his breath stolen by the sight.

"The view here is pretty." You comment, finally breaking the delicate silence that once blanketed the both of you.

He nods, finding himself appreciating the landscape with you. Has the mountain always looked this pretty? He hums, holding the sling of his bag tightly. Shifting his focus from the sky to you, he'd planned to convince you to head home already before it grew dark but without realizing it, he found himself stunned speechless.

Maybe it was the sun that seemed to have cast its graces upon you, maybe it was the awe struck look in your eyes, maybe it was the spirit of valentines, maybe it was his own eyes playing tricks on him, but at that moment, you looked truly beautiful. From the sun kissed skin to your parted lips, from your freely flowing hair to your eyes that sparkled with wonder, you were nothing but mesmerizing in that moment. At that moment, Isogai couldn't bring himself to break the silence, nor break the attraction that sparked as he watched your side profile from beside you.

'Ethereal' was the only word he could describe a beauty like you in this very second.

You're not sure when, but after you managed to move on from the breathtaking landscape, your eyes naturally darted towards him. Seeing his eyes that were already set on you, you flinched—but nevertheless, didn't look away.

Seconds passed, time ticked by and still you remained frozen from where you stood. Your heart raced, begging you to make a move—get swept up by the moment and do something irrational—it begged you. Following the currents of your heart, you swallowed your pride and forsaken rationality.

"Isogai, I—"

"nuhuhuhu, things are getting interesting"

You flinch, your eyes swiftly searching for the oddity that hid beneath layers of nature. Catching sight of a familiar yellow monster, your eyes sharpen into a glare—your prior commitment to confessing all but forgotten once you found out you weren't alone at that moment.

"Ah! Korosensei, you were spying on us?" You asked, pushing Isogai aside to approach the flustered teacher of yours.

"What?! How did you—" he pauses, his expression shifting to that of a panicked one. "Don't tell me, did I say it out loud?!"

"You sure did, you peeping tom."

Your glare was nothing short of welcoming, and just like second nature, you took out a knife specifically made for your teacher and began attacking him with successive slashes.

Isogai, befuddled by the swift course of events, stood still from where he stood, unsure whether he should stop you or leave you be.

A bead of sweat dropped, an exasperated smile tugging up his lips whilst he breaths out a sigh.

Calming down after a moment to himself, the smile drops on his face and only then did he feel how hard his heart was thumping. He looks down and with slow movements, held a hand to his chest, feeling it ramming against his ribcage.

Just earlier, you were definitely about to...

The thought of it alone caused his cheeks to redden, palms turning sweaty the more he thought about what could've happened had a certain nosy teacher kept himself well hidden.

'crap.'

He squeezes his chest, finally realizing the fluttering that always happened inside his stomach whenever you were around.

'I'm inlove, aren't I?'

[fishfingersandscarves]

I don't even bother scrolling the ao3 armandaniel tag anymore, I just wait for your glorious art and then read whatever you illustrate...

That being said if you had any recommendations I'd happily take the o' knowledgeable one

ah nonnie i am happy to pull some from my meticulously vetted list

remember to read and mind all the tags

a haunting just for company by valkyrisms

"I know what a breakup looks like," Daniel says. "The better question is, why are you coming to me about it? I'm the one who broke up your little sham." "This is what humans do, don't they?" Armand asks, letting his voice drop. "Crashing on their friends' couches when there's a blip in their romances?" "Except we're not friends. We're actually very much not friends." Daniel shrugs, as if it's all the same to him. "And I can't imagine the great vampire Armand deigning himself to sleep on my fucked-up sofa. That thing's been here since the nineties." "Well," Armand only says. "I saw you have a guest bedroom."

Lie Back and Let Me Unlock You by Thunder_Puss

Independently wealthy man, early 30's, seeks arrangement with young male aged 18-25, not too muscular and no more than 200lbs (anything more would be most unmanageable) to share my apartment and affection with for 1 year until slaughter. All needs up to that point will be met -surpassingly so, I must admit, as I can be rather doting. There will be no need to consider expenses as they will be covered entirely by myself- "-There will be a rigorous interview process consisting of correspondence by email..." Daniel shook his head, laughing. "Of course, buddy. I'm sure I'll have a lot of competition." He raised his whiskey glass to his lips and wet them. "If this sounds like an amenable blah blah... Christ, this guy is verbose. I'll have to bring along a thesaurus to keep up." Daniel Molloy was 24, not too muscular, and no more than 200lbs. He was also steadfast and enterprising -when he could keep his nose clean- and had nothing more interesting to do than chase a story about an independently wealthy man with the screen name Botticelli_Angel who seemed to have the world's most taboo kink. Daniel could play the part, see where the story took him for a while. If shit got too weird, he'd dip. (Spoiler: He doesn’t dip.)

the sin and this mess we're in by ringfinger

He’s sitting on a beach he hates, trading shitty jokes with a centuries-old monster whose body count would put Ed Gein to shame and who is almost certainly also plotting to turn him into a flesh lampshade. “Don’t be dramatic,” Armand says, picking up on that thread, “I do wish you’d stop returning to that.”

how memory makes monsters into myth by blueskiddoo

“I said I’m fine, Alice,” Daniel snaps, and time itself grinds to a halt. Not literally. Ha. The things you have to specify with vampires. Daniel wishes he could laugh, but the sound is stuck somewhere in his throat, along with his heart. Now, of course, his hand chooses to be perfectly still. Why the fuck did he say that? * daniel keeps slipping up and mistaking armand for his ex-wife and the more he looks back on his memories, the less reliable they get. he's pretty sure he married alice molloy, but how do you marry a woman who apparently never existed? armand is armand about it.

chase away my heart and heartache by sahwen

With nowhere to go and an eternity ahead of him, Armand decided to work his way backwards. Or: Armand's Tour de Divorce in six acts.

to stretch the night, to fill it fuller with dreams by typefortydeductions

Armand and Daniel return to Venice to confront some of Armand's oldest demons. Louis comes with them, trailing ghosts of his own.

I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love. by cannibalenthusiast

“Did we call each other boyfriend? Surely not. Sounds weird even saying out loud.” “You were my beloved,” Armand says. “My lover. My boy.” “Your human pet. Your mortal fool. I get it,” Daniel says, not neglecting to notice his use of the past tense. “You want to go see a movie?”

such a pretty box (all fancy wrappings, and a bow on top) by snuffreel

“That is a fascinating shade of scarlet. In the dark, now, it almost matches the color of her blood.” Or: Armand, Daniel, and the age-old question of what's really inside a girl.

flash the camera (you're a star) by exastris_scientia

Daniel is starting to think he should put a little more thought into the promises he makes in the heat of the moment. He’d qualified it a little, sure, so technically he doesn’t have to do it. And it’s not like he needs the money, not after Louis and Armand had thrown his that’s my whore number comment back in his face by actually paying him ten million fucking dollars. But a promise is a promise, even if it’s one literally no one would expect him to follow through on. Whatever. He said he would, so he will. It might be fun. So he starts an OnlyFans.

bang it up inside by leavethebes

"Come on," Daniel goads. "Come the fuck on."

she will be your living end by kanxie

Daniel reaches his hand out for Armand to take. They wait a few moments in silence as the world stops moving around them. The animals hush. The air stills. A faint smell of smoky dust drops from the sky and lifts from the ground. Rural Armenia has always been too quiet for Armand, but this is to a level where noise itself seems to atrophy into a cold, nightmare-like state. Armand takes his hand, and the usual dampened sounds of movement are stark in this nothingness. “It's okay to admit you're scared,” says Daniel. His deep and rumbling voice. Armand keens for it in the lamplight.

Armand and Daniel are at home when the bell tolls.

Backroads to Sonoma by burntcrimson

Where the hell have you been, Daniel wonders, and why me? A bloody American summer in the belly of the AIDS crisis.

open eyes and behind your teeth by tisiphones

It wasn't fascinating, the way the boy didn't know whether to lean into the touch or away from it, confused by the comfort and the pain it offered in equal measures. It wasn't. Armand could do the same thing — did do the same thing, whenever Louis deigned to touch him at all — and Louis still thought he was boring. It couldn't be this that had captivated him. But that didn't mean it wasn't fun. --- Armand weighs the pros and cons of dog ownership.

[deaddoveadventures]

🥀 romance headcanons

tagged by: @undyingmedium ((thank you so much I suck at romance so this was interesting to fill out)) tagging: @windwithinmyveins @springvaletales @astralfox0893

name: Curumë

nickname: He doesn't really have one ic

gender: Male

romantic orientation: Pansexual

preferred pet names: He doesn't like receiving pet names, but he will dish them out. They are all meant to tease in some way, like adding "little" in front of someone's name or profession.

relationship status: single as a pringle

opinion on true love: "Love will be love. It comes it goes, nothing's built to last forever. Rather than looking for 'true' love I prefer taking whatever love I've got and enjoy it to the fullest without questioning it too much. What's the point in spoiling the feeling."

opinion on love at first sight: "Some certainly manage to catch my eye at first glance and it'd be a shame to miss out on them." <- ((fuckboi statement if I ever heard one))

how ‘romantic’ are they?: I wouldn't call Curumë romantic. If you get into a relationship with him it's more like a thrill-seeking rollercoaster (yes I am aware of the red flags). He likes relationships that have friction. Nevertheless, I think if he settled with someone he really cares about there would be moments of sweetness, oddly quiet moments that are actually spent in earnest and he'd value them very highly. He'd also respect his partner deeply.

ideal physical traits: Smaller than him, dexterous, and sporty. Has a bit of muscle and knows how to fight. He thinks freckles or beauty marks are cute. Same with curly hair. However, he also does appreciate long, well-taken care of hair. Either eyes to get lost in, or eyes that have a fiery spark in them. Dimples from laughing a lot. Slender fingers and hands.

ideal personality traits: Feisty, wild, untamed. Can rival his stubbornness. Can rival his chaos with their own chaos. Doesn't pry, and enjoys their own freedom just as much as he does. Self-confident and headstrong. Selfless. Thrill-seeker. A partner in crime so to speak.

unattractive physical traits: Frail and weak, unsporty, dull eyes, and on men he dislikes beards and "bara" body types a lot.

unattractive personality traits: Too much selflessness, self-righteousness, religiousness to the point of fanaticism. Goodie-Two-Shoes. Martyrs, and "Heroes". Cruelty without reason, self-love, and arrogance without having anything to back it up. Hypocrites.

ideal date: Honestly, I hate to admit it but at this point, getting into a passionate argument and agreeing to disagree while having hate-sex. (He is not a healthy partner we all know.)

do they have a type?: Yeah I guess any other rogue-ish type and rebel

average relationship length: Short. Maybe a maximum of half a year. But if he finds someone he truly loves and cares about I can see it last for multiple years, though, maybe on an on-and-off basis.

preferred non-sexual intimacy: Being close to each other, just spending time together doing whatever. Standing close to each other, even without necessarily touching. Wrapping arms around their partner from behind. Ruffling each other's hair. Forehead kisses. Spooning in bed if they are serious about it.

opinion of public affection: "Hells yeah, everyone should know about us and we should be an eyesore to look at."

past relationships?: The more I wrote about Caydranth I think he had a crush on her to be honest. I can't help but feel he did. Also, he had various flings in the past. A lot of these flings hate him because he is somewhat of a fuckboi. One time he got serious about an elvish rogue from a rival gang, who ended up betraying him. That kind of burnt him. But he also kind of thinks it was a clever move. He has issues. He still admires her for being clever, but they haven't seen each other since that day.

[riotseas]

── starter for @taleswritten ; in which cidolfus fucks up

It's been a few weeks since ex-noble, (now ex-soldier) Clive Rosfield, came barreling into Cid's life with little regard for much else other than to─and he quotes─'kill the son of a bitch' that murdered his younger brother.

Which was fine, that's what Cid's wants. To be a place for others to figure themselves out without masters breathing down their necks and whipping them when they stepped out of line. Clive was free to do as he pleased, and if he got some help out of it while he was around than that was even better.

It's just a shame he's gotten so attached.

If Cid let himself really and truly bond with every stray they brought in he'd get nothing done, mother-henning the ever living hell out of them until his hair goes gray. He's already got a kid that's aged him well beyond his years, and she's not even around. So, he's well off in that department.

But he doesn't want to nor need to coddle Clive; he made that very clear upon introductions, sword licking his neck and all. What he wants to do, rather, is pick him apart, piece by piece.

Cid hasn't figured out why he feels so strongly about excavating this poor man, but he doesn't have time to mull over it either. The amount of research he's put into him just for the tiny chance he'd lend a hand was more than he'd like to admit (and if some of that research was for more personal reasons, well, he's definitely not outing himself now).

Fortunately, under that tough and hardened exterior, Clive is just about the sweetest soul he's ever met. So, after some deeds and exploits, both him and the equally as kind Jill, said they were ready to devote themselves to the cause.

That was greater than Cid could've hoped for, but he's not good with words so he hopes the extra pats on the back is enough to get the message across.

Clive's also different in that way; he's not much one for words either, looking at Cid like he's grown two heads when he cracks a joke just mere minutes after a battle that almost ended very, very badly. It'll take time, getting to know one another, and Cid is more than happy to go through with it. That doesn't mean it's going to be easy, though.

He's never taken the easy route a day in his life.

Which ends him up in the situation they're in now.

It was a fairly good morning. Nothing was in dire need of doing, the weather was cool and calm, everyone lazing about to take in the rare recess. Cid was certainly indulging, ignoring the paperwork on his desk without feeling bad about it─and best of all, Clive was with him.

Originally coming into the solar to ask what he could do, antsy with the lack of productivity, Cid finally convinced (distracted) him to sit and just relax. They got to talking about anything and everything, piling stories upon stories, not really thinking too hard about it.

That was Cid's first mistake.

His second mistake, was blurting out his deepest darkest secret of practically being Clive's stalker. Though he wouldn't call it that, no other title makes it sound any better.

He never intended on telling Clive of what he knows, because frankly, it wasn't his place to have treated him like some specimen. But if he hadn't, neither of them might've ended up where they are now. Cid likes him─he likes him a lot─and he's feeling funny in the chest with those big watery eyes looking at him like he's betrayed him.

Cid opens his mouth to apologize─to say something─but nothing comes out, and he wishes Ramuh would just strike him down.

[elpida]

Gwyn hadn't let him pay for the flowers, she just insisted he take them. He was her friend or... well he was something because each time she looked at him she felt something in her chest flutter. She hadn't realised how he seemed to scan surroundings but she was the entire opposite of that. She didn't scan her surroundings, she didn't look for danger.. she was blind in that sense, happy to face the world with a big smile and nothing more. In that sense she was so pure. "I come here all the time. Reminds me of home, got one just like it in my home town. My dad n' me, we used to go after school every Friday and I'd spend the whole week looking forward to fries and a shake. Sounds a little bit cheesy, but it was our tradition."

The man had ruined that little peaceful bubble she'd sought comfort in, the tradition of that memory she shared.. he'd embarrassed her profusely. Her face was bright red, even as Bruno firmly insisted she be the one to stay. She'd turned to the waitresses she'd befriended and apologised roughly five times, they insisted it was absolutely fine. She'd never brought any trouble here. If anything, those girls and the chef? They'd been there for her late at night, when the warmth of a coffee could be the one comfort she had.

She was timid as she sat back down, her face still burning such a bright red. "Do you.." she pressed her lips, her hands finding the edge of her glass to fidget with, to tap and repeatedly trace her fingers along. Her nervous trait showing again. "Do you remember that night we met for dinner? I told you to not invite me back anywhere... and I think you thought I was being ladylike or reserved? It wasn't why I said it.." suddenly Gwyn looked so full of shame that she could hide away, that she seemed to never want to be seen again. "Well, you've seen I work at the florist, full time and Max.. when he lost his job he took up this online gaming thing, streaming for people but it's not... it doesn't pay the bills you know? Things kept going up in price, electric, heating, the food because he's permanently at home using everything.." she started to explain, the fidgeting turned to her picking at the skin around her nails, rather than being able to look him in the eye.

"He said that.. that if I loved him, I'd go out and find a way to bring in extra money, and at first I didn't understand what he was implying." she huffed air, it seemed so ridiculous saying it back now but the pressure she'd felt with bills piling up had been insane. "He set me up on a date with his friend, a friend that'd always liked me... and he told me that if I really loved him I'd go back to the friends house, do what he wanted and then take anything valuable. I didn't want to." she said that part firmly. "I didn't want to do that to anyone but he was.. well he was an awful man, he was scummy, rude, a real dirtbag you know?" she paused. "I took his wallet, his phone to sell, his cards maxed, all of that... never saw him again. That's how it was for a while then he started to get angry at me because who else was left? That's when he started to have me go out, to the town, the clubs.. that's when it started to get scary you know?" he'd put her in danger, real danger. "If I went back and.. nothing, then he got so angry, he'd break things, throw things it was.." overwhelming, for her at least and it was very clear that Max was a bully, picking on Gwyn because she was small, because she was gullible, because she didn't see just how dangerous what he had her do, was. "I was scared to go out but more scared of what Max would do if I didn't.." she admitted softly. She wasn't proud. "So I'd completely understand if you didn't want anything to do with me at all, if you never want to see me again, I get that and- and I won't bother you, I won't pester you or anything."

Everything she'd admitted had been hushed, half whispered, she couldn't even look at Bruno now she'd admitted it. This is why Gwyn had questioned if bad decisions would make her a bad person.. she'd been asking about herself. Either was did Max not realize? She could've stolen from the wrong person at any time and what if she'd come in here alone tonight? How bad could it have really been? Not that he knew or had any idea, not that he even cared. "I'm sorry. I told you not to ask me back anywhere that night because I think of anyone I'd ever spoken to, you were on so many levels, kind to me. Nobody ever really listened to me like you did."

“You’re the expert. I trust you.” Bruno laughed and looked at the flowers she’d picked. “How much?” He asked as he got the wallet out of the pocket of his jeans. “I’m not much of a flower person but if it makes you happy you should grow them again.” It was a shame she’d apparently stopped doing what she loved and he tried to encourage her to pursue her hobbies again. “Sure, if you’re hungry, we can grab something. Which diner is it?” He wasn’t very picky when it came to food anyway and was just curious to get to know her favorite diner.

As they reached the place, he glanced around, always observing his surroundings carefully. It was a nice, cozy restaurant. Not too crowded and had this familiar flair to it. He could see why she liked it so much. “What are you having?” Bruno asked, motioning towards the menu before he ordered an espresso for himself. “Do you come here often? “ He knew she was probably just preparing herself mentally for the next step on the way and wanted to give her some time to process. However, he was hoping she wasn’t going to chicken out last minute and allow this toxic cycle to continue.

He’d seen the man coming from the corner of his eyes but since he’d called an unfamiliar name he didn’t pay much attention to him at first. Until it was clear he was walking straight up towards Gwyn. “Stay.” In an instant, Bruno got up, took one step towards the guy and blocked the way. His glare was enough to warn someone but he wanted to make sure the message was loud and clear. “You have the wrong person. I suggest you leave now.” His expression didn’t leave much room for interpretation and the older man took off. Once he took his seat again, he locked his eyes with Gwyn’s. “What was that about?”

[honeydazai]

edging the Arcane characters

feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Vi, Jinx, Ekko, Finn, Local Cuisine™

warnings: nsfw content, edging, begging, oral sex, hand jobs, etc.

requested?: yes! | reblogs appreciated!

VIKTOR honestly isn't a huge fan of being edged — which is exactly why it's a perfect punishment with which to pay him back for all his own teasing. Whenever you decide to edge him, he's a brat; there's snarky comments and mocking words falling from his lips, which twitch upwards into a smirk whenever he notices you're losing your patience with him. If you don't relent, however, he quickly changes techniques — his bratty attitude is gone immediately and instead replaced by a soft and submissive tone as he tries to convince you to let him come.

Viktor gasps when you grind your hips down against his dick, which is hard against his own thigh, precum pearling at the head. Still, he can't help but sneer at the way you yourself whine at the friction; at this point, you're almost as impatient as he is, and even though it'd be smarter to shut up, Viktor instead decides to comment on how much of a mess you already are. Of course, his attitude only results in you teasing him for longer — though that doesn't mean you're also forced to endure more waiting yourself. Slowly jerking yourself off while he's not allowed to touch you nor himself is another great punishment.

“Ah, look at you, love — you seem to be much more of a mess than me. What a shame, it seems teasing me definitely isn't your strong-suit. Perhaps you should simply give up and let me take the lead again, hm, dear?”

The first time you deny him his orgasm, JAYCE is simply frustrated. He's not used to anything that's even remotely similar to getting edged, which is why the entire concept honestly catches him off-guard. Even though he'd never admit it, he's quick to cry; tears welling up in brown eyes and soon dripping down flushed cheeks when you refuse to let him come. After some time, begging isn't below him anymore, either — his voice turns whiny by the time you deny him his orgasm for the third time. Still, his patience isn't endless, and if you don't tie him up, he eventually just decides he has had enough and pins you to the bed, his hips snapping against yours with erratic movements.

Jayce whines underneath you when you suddenly stop moving your hips — simply because he mentioned how close he is already. An obvious mistake on his part, really; you immediately lift yourself off his dick and the resulting squelching noise is nothing but lewd. There's tears shining in his eyes, which honestly makes edging him a lot more difficult — you can't help but feel guilty when he's damn near sobbing. Just as you're about to give in, you suddenly find yourself on the bed with Jayce on top of you, his dick leaking precum against your upper thigh.

“Ah, fuck, please, princess, stop teasing me—, please. 'm so close, please, no, no, don't go, I can't, babe—, fuck. You're so, ah, mean.”

SILCO doesn't do well with loss of control, which is why it's no surprise that you edging him isn't something that sounds particularly appealing to him. He agrees to try it out for your sake, though — and, well, he actually doesn't think of it as half-bad then. However, when forced to take on a submissive role, he's a brat through and through; he doesn't even think about the possibility of begging or pleading with you to let him come. Instead, he simply demands you to stop edging him — well, it's rather obvious he doesn't have much success with that.

Silco's fingers twitch where they're knitted in the bedsheets, his knuckles protruding in a stark white colour with how tense he is. You're once more pulling away from him, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the flushed head of his dick, and he scowls down at you, his eye narrowed. Still, he refuses to beg, even though there's sweat shining on his forehead and his chest is heaving, and you smirk at him, smug. The words that fall from his lips are threats instead of pleas, which is why you're not intent on stopping any time soon, no matter how impatient you yourself are getting.

“I've had enough of this madness. Stop teasing me right this instant. I'll pay you back for this twice tomorrow, and I'll make sure you'll regret this.”

The first time you introduce the concept of edging to VANDER, he's not sure what to think of it. Still, he's not one to ever deny you any wish, which is why he soon finds himself on his back with you jerking him off, your grip firm on his dick as you stroke him. When you suddenly let go just as he was about to come, he groans, disappointed — it only takes him a moment to understand that, oh, torturing him is the entire point. His first idea is to reason with you — he promises to make you feel so good if you only stop teasing him, that he's going to fuck you so well. If that doesn't work, he basically just gives up and lets you do whatever you want.

Vander's hips buck up to chase the pleasure your hands brought him, though you're quick to tut at him with mock disappointment, and he sighs in response. His thick thighs tremble just a little, and, when you lean forward to press a chaste kiss to the head of his dick, he swears he's losing his mind a little. Or, well, that's bound to happen anyway if you don't stop teasing him soon.

“Oh, you're so good, darl. Please—, babe, if only you'd stop this madness, I'd make you feel so good. I bet you'd love to come on my dick right now.”

VI isn't a particularly big fan of edging. She doesn't like the way you're able to reduce her to — well, not a crying mess exactly, it does take a little more to make her cry, but definitely to a state of being needy and writhing underneath you. You're both unable to do this if she's not restrained somehow; her impatience is way too big to just let you keep teasing her for an hour. Besides, the sight of her biceps tensing against the rope is nothing you want to miss out on.

Vi is too stubborn to beg for you — instead, she tries to flip the tables and convince you to untie and let her fuck you. It occasionally works, given how irresistible she looks, but more often than not, you're feeling at least a little mean. Besides, Vi's cheeks flush so lovely when you once more draw tiny circles around her clit, and her muscles spasm as you pull away — again.

“Fuck, babe, I hate you right now. Come on, just untie me, doll — 'm not gonna beg, fuck. I'm not going to.”

It's usually JINX who edges you, which is why it's a welcome change whenever you get to hold the reigns and tease her for a little while. Still, just because you're in control for once, that doesn't mean she's going to give into you easily. Quite the opposite, really; she's all teasing mean comments and taunts as she dares you not to go easy on her.

Her grip on your hair is damn near painful as you pull away despite her nails digging into your scalp, and you're not able to hide your smirk at Jinx's whine. Not that you're really trying, though; you're feeling way too smug for your own good when Jinx's thighs begin to tremble with how close she is, only for you to, once again, leave her without any stimulation at all. She already promises to pay you back fully, if not worse, and you can't stop yourself from looking forward to that — though for now, you're entirely focused on the way tears well up in her eyes when you feather your thumb over her clit again.

“Oh, look at ya, sugar — acting all dominant. That's fun. Don't go easy on me now; oh—! Oh, fuck, that hurt, toots. 'm fucking sensitive. Just let me come, darl, please.”

When you suddenly stop jerking him off, EKKO can't help but feel irritated. He's never done anything like edging before, but he doesn't mind trying it out — well, or at least that's what he thinks until you're actually doing it. An angry huff leaves his mouth as your hand stops moving, his eyebrows furrowing in a scowl, and when you tell him to beg, he only scoffs. He's absolutely certain he's not going to plead with you; that is, until you decide to suck him off instead of stroking his cock, and the way your tongue works around him has him damn near sobbing.

His whole body is shaking and his hands are white-knuckled with how strongly he's grabbing at the sheets, and, when you once again lick along the underside of his dick, he can't help but beg for you to let him have his orgasm. If you allow him to, however, is your decision — and if you don't, it's not unlikely he might actually tear up with frustration.

“Ah—, fuck, baby, please, I was so close, come on, I can't do this for much longer. Gonna go crazy, babe, please, just let me come.”

Despite saying that and acting like he's not enjoying it, FINN actually quite likes getting edged. He's not fond of the actual edging part, but more of the breathtaking orgasm that follows being teased for half an hour or even longer. Still, it's rather difficult for him to stop squirming, which is why tying him up is basically essential for edging him.

Right now, you're sitting on his lap and moving up and down on his dick. Finn's arms are bound behind his back with yellow rope, and even though he's visibly annoyed by the fact that he's unable to touch you, he moans, low and throaty, as you clench around his cock. Then, however, just as you're both getting close, your mewls turning more high-pitched while his groans seem to come straight from deep in his chest, you simply stop and even pull off. Finn's hips chase yours, though to no avail — you smirk at him while moving out of his reach, and even though his muscles flex against the rope, he's at your mercy. Still, he won't beg — if anything, he tries to intimidate you into releasing him.

“Fuck, doll, come on, stop teasing. Don't you want my dick? I'd fuck you so good, babe, just untie me.”

LOCAL CUISINE is no stranger to begging, which is why he has little to no qualms about pleading with you to stop edging him. He's very convincing when he wants to be — it's no surprise that most of his partners give in easily to his silver tongue and pretty eyes, brimming with not entirely real tears. When you, however, refuse to give in to his begging immediately, he turns whiny; his eyes narrowing in disdain and pretty pink lips forming a pout.

His thighs are trembling where they're spread to accommodate your body lying between them, and it's obvious how much self-restraint it takes for Local Cuisine to not simply thrust up into your mouth. Your lips are closed around the head of his dick, your thumb collecting some of the precum that's beading at the head, and you can't help but chuckle at the needy whimper he lets out. Honestly, you would've thought he's used to this kind of treatment, though it appears none of his clients ever really cared about edging, about taking their time with him, which is exactly why you're keen to do just that. Well—, that, and his pretty mewls and moans are quite convincing to do just that, too.

“Oh, please, love—, I need you. I bet I could make you feel so good if only you'd stop torturing me like this — what do you mean, no? Oh, come on, love.”

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[author-k]

Intoxicated Arguments

Kaeya Alberich x Reader

Summary: Although the reader and Kaeya are not exclusively in a relationship their current relationships becomes strained as the reader returns to find Kaeya had slept with someone else (Implied Female Reader However Gender is not Mentioned)

Warning: mentions of mature themes

Your arrival was unexpected. And how convenient for him for you to arrive while he was just finishing up with a one-night-stand. You two weren't together. he'd much rather keep his sappy love for you to himself. You had been away on an expedition in Liyue, courtesy of Jean. He almost insisted on accompanying you, he genuinely feared for your safety. How could he possibly allow anything to happen to the one person that cured his loneliness the most? In the end, he didn't go with you and he came to the conclusion that it was probably for the best. It was getting harder and harder to contain his feelings lately and if he had gone he might have just spilled his guts to you in honesty hour around a mood-setting campfire. 

In all honesty, he knew how you felt about him but he was still afraid you didn't feel the same way and that he had it all wrong. He also knew he'd end up disappointing you like he had others that were close to him. So he'd settled with just the thought of you while he slept with other people.

"Why am I not surprised." You spoke, leaning against the wooden door frame of Kaeya's office. He was fastening his belt as the girl slipped past you out the door. Embarrassment and shame were clearly written on her dusted pink cheeks. " Don't get the wrong Idea." He said while pulling his boots on. "What is there to get the wrong idea about?" " You can do whatever you want or rather whoever you want."

He didn't know what to say. Technically he had no reason to explain the situation you had arrived in, yet the look in your eyes made him feel incredibly guilty. " Well, see ya" you waved and left him in the office.

He sighed loudly turning his head to the ceiling. As much as he wanted to chase after you and explain the situation. There wasn't anything he could explain to you. And even if he had run after you down the hall it would become obvious to you the feelings for you he was bottling up. 

The guilt was eating him up inside. He sat next to Rosaria in the tavern. She simply slid a glass of red liquid across the table to him. He pulled the glass to his lips pouring the alcoholic beverage down his throat. " You gonna spill or should I go pray to Lord Barbabatoes?" " It's complicated" he admitted. He was almost 100% sure Rosaria knew what was up, but he couldn't confess his feelings for you to her. If he was gonna profess his love for you, your ears were supposed to hear those words first.

He didn't drink enough to be absolutely trashed but he definitely had a bunch of courage and a filterless mouth for his words. He was kicking the bricked road outside your door. " Kaeya?" Your peered out from your window. He looked up at the sound of your voice calling his name. You then disappeared from the window. He could hear you rushing down the stairs and you opened the front door.

" Are you okay?" You asked him. Why? Why did you have to care for him so much? " 

Listen... I'm sorry" You were shocked at his sudden apology. He didn't have anything to apologise for on the surface but deep down that apology meant more to you than anyone would ever know.

" For what?" you crossed your arms over your chest. Your stubbornness seeped into the air. He sighed. You were gonna make him spell it out, weren't you?

" For earlier..." 

" You really have nothing to apologise for. It's really got nothing to do with me who you sleep with Kaeya. We're not together it doesn't concern me.”

" You're wrong it does concern you!"

" I think about you so much it's driving me crazy!"

" Don't you understand, I'm In love with you!"

"Kaeya, you're drunk you should go home." You furrowed your eyebrows, your heart beating out of its cage. You've seen Kaeya pull many stunts while being intoxicated, but this was new.

" I'm not drunk " He sighed 

" Why didn't you just tell me then Kaeya, Instead I had to walk in on you after you slept with someone else."

" I'm also in love with you Kaeya! How did you think that made me feel?"

" If you think about me so much when why didn't you think about me while you were screwing some random girl in your office huh?"

" I was, I did. It was supposed to be distraction but all I could think about was what it would be like if you were in her place." he averted his gaze.

"Kaeya!"

Kaeya took a deep breath in " And look okay I couldn't exactly run down the halls of the favoinus headquarters yelling that to you and I know that's, not a valid reason and I'm sorry. I wouldn't blame you if you reject me right here. That was a royal asshole move "

The silence was deafening. For not only him but for you too.

" You're actually sorry?" You asked him.

" From the bottom of my heart," He said

" You so dumb you know that"

" I know"

He stepped closer to you his hands gently cupped your cheeks and he placed a soft kiss on your lips. "smells like dandelion wine," you say when you parted. " Sorry-" you wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him in for another kiss.

You two sat on the step in front of your door and spoke about everything and anything. The confessions were flying left right and centre between the two of you.

" I swear to the Anemo Archon, Kaeya if you forget this tomorrow, I will-"

"How could I possibly forget the best thing that's happened in my entire life" He interrupted you.

[craptsukii]

genshin boys and terms of endearment they'd use

a/n: this is my first time writing headcanons and ngl i found them quite difficult to format :( i’m liking this style for now, but things might change later on teehee anyway, lemon cake update next week, i promise!

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let’s get something out of the way first

diluc is not a jerk

sure, he might have tsundere tendencies but he’s definitely not as cold as people make him seem

in my opinion anyway

i like to call him a classy, but also a very private, softie

i can totally see him as someone who’d use terms such as darling, love, doll

a major factor here is the time and place

in public, he tries to seem more indifferent and will most likely refer to you by your name

however, in a more private setting, he has no inhibitions and actually prefers using nicknames!

I feel like diluc would want to really reassure their partner he truly cares about them, but in a direct yet indirect way

and calling you sweet things seems to get the message across.

listen to this while reading!

If only time could pass faster. Who knew waiting could be such an agonising activity? Such a simple but repetitive thing. Waiting for your cake to finish baking, waiting for the morning to arrive and even waiting for your lover to come home turned out to be much more of a challenge. It wasn’t unusual for Diluc to spend hours on end at Angel’s Share, but it was rather odd of him to break his promises.

A sad smile took over your features, remembering last night. Remembering his words, so sweet and benign, promising to dedicate you all of him and his time. His crimson red eyes, full of love and admiration for the person he held so dearly to his heart. His voice, so demure and nothing but a soft whisper, as if raising it would ruin the moment. The moment he shared with you in a little dark corner of Mondstadt, away from curious eyes and sharp ears. The moment he so desperately wanted to hold onto. Yet, the darknight hero was nowhere to be found.

By the time he finally arrived, your eyes were already closing. It was a gloved hand that pulled you out of your somnolent state. Yet again those same red eyes were looking into yours with the same devotion, if not stronger than the night he made his promise.

“Forgive me, love,” he pleaded in a shushed tone, “Kaeya came in and started causing a commotion and I couldn’t just leave.” he continued, his thumb brushing over your cheek delicately.

Too tired to say anything, you placed your hand over his, silently asking him to join you in bed. You had all the time in the world to discuss tomorrow... Hopefully. After discarding his black coat on one of the chairs and taking off his shoes, Diluc plopped in your shared bed, not even bothering to change into something more comfortable. Soon his arms were around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest. His smell reminded you of grapes and it completely enveloped you as you nestled into him.

“If only I could turn back time…” Diluc murmured to himself, kissing the top of your head. “Nothing will come in between us and our time together tomorrow. I promise you, darling.”

Turns out that, in the end, he does keep his promises.

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listen to this while reading!

my very polite baby

like sure, he’s straightforward

but he be treating everyone with respect

you might be wondering why that matters

well that's because i think xiao would see it as a little rude to not refer to someone important to him by their name

names play a major part in xiao’s past

with rex lapis re-naming him after taking him under his wing and such

so, in my opinion, xiao finds calling out your name way more meaningful than nicknames

although if he were to use one it would probably be dear

it’s short and he can still address you as “dear (name)”

it does sound quite formal at times though

Moments like this were rare. Usually, sleep doesn’t concern your lover in the slightest, as it rarely comes to him. Although you couldn’t help but admit how much you loved it when he did come and sleep. Cuddled up next to you was the vigilant yaksha, the well known protector of Liyue. And dare you say, it was truly a divine sight. In the wash of the morning light, his face took the appearance of an old photograph, so nostalgic, so at peace. Slowly, one of your hands brushed past his face, placing the few rebel aquamarine strands that were cascading down his cheek behind his ear. For a moment, you find yourself in perfect silence, Xiao’s soft breaths being the only sounds that could be discerned. Without realising, you started softly rubbing his back, your heart leaping at the content purr that followed shortly after.

It was almost impossible to put into words the joy this brought you. Although it was such a simple, mundane thing, seeing Xiao so at ease was by far your favourite memory with him. The more you studied his features the more your sight fell upon his lips. The sudden urge to kiss him overwhelmed you, wanting nothing more than to cherish and show your lover the affection he deserves.

If only the sudden chirping of birds didn’t scare you, barely a few inches away from his face.

Curse those birds and their awful timing! And so, you backed away, laughing to yourself in self-consciousness, thankful that no one was aware of your little mishap.

Or so you thought.

You felt your face get warmer the moment you saw Xiao looking at you, drowsiness still coating his eyes. Yet again, for another short moment, no sound could be heard.

“____ my dear” he said, his voice deep and hoarse, snaking his arms around you as he brought you closer to him, “if you won’t do it, I will.” it was then the flush across his cheeks became apparent to you. Shame you didn’t have time to savour it, his lips immediately finding yours in a sweet, dream like kiss.

Moments like this were truly worth treasuring.

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in contrast with xiao, childe loves calling you cute nicknames

in fact, he barely uses your name!

sometimes he likes to tease you and pretend he forgot your actual name

of course that’s not true,he could never do such a thing

I can totally see him use pet names such as comrade, girlie, cutie, shawty, sweetness, princess/prince, baby

ok i know shawty is kind of random, but i think he’d use kind of ironically?

I think he’d also use big sister/brother just to tease you, even if you’re younger than him

he heard teucer refer to you as such one time and it honestly melted his heart a little bit

as a side note, seeing his siblings get along you makes him genuinely happy.

listen to this while reading!

Spring was such a beautiful time. Especially in Liyue. Especially on a date with the one and only Childe, eleventh of the Fatui harbingers. For someone with such a fearsome title and reputation, it wowed you to no end just how charming, just plain adorable, Tartaglia can be. Albeit, it was only your second date, it was expected of him to at least try to be nice.

And on time.

As you waited, under that beautiful sky, a hue so gentle between cloud and baby blue, you watched each bird upon wing. It was one of those spring days with a kiss of coldness that somehow heightened the warm rays of the sun. You paused to admire the flowers, to sense their aromas, to be in the moment with their transient beauty.

“Lovely, aren’t they?” asked Childe from behind you, a shy, perhaps slightly embarrassed, smile painted on his lips. “Sorry I’m late, I really overestimated my juniors’ capabilities and I had to step in.” he continued, gingerly taking hold of your hand, kissing the back of it.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his gentlemanly antics, although you enjoyed them nonetheless. “Don’t worry about it, you’re here now.” you reassured him, as you took a hold of his hand, already leading him towards nowhere in particular.

Another thing you liked about him. Things were so casual, so easy-going. One might call this date nothing but a hangout, but not every date has to be a luxurious five star dinner or a fancy show. Sometimes just a simple walk along the Liyue port was enough. Enough for you to get to know Childe, enough for you to like him even more.

Suddenly, Tartaglia was in front of you, his hands lightly taking hold of your face.

“Hold on cutie, there’s something on your face,” he answered your silent question, seeing as you looked a little confused. The next thing you knew, his lips descended upon yours. It was a sudden but very much welcomed kiss. A kiss that unfortunately ended just as abruptly, “it was me.”

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favourite peepaw

also prefers using your name rather than nicknames

but he’s not completely against them

he finds them quite nice actually

and he actually enjoys being referred by one!

like imagine going for a stroll with him and all of a sudden you go "darling, look!"

he'd look so content oh my lord

in my opinion anyway

he’d usually call you honey, my beloved or even my one and only!

you could be doing the simplest of things like reading with him under a tree

and he'd go "you're my one and only love"

no, he isn’t aware of how cheesy it sounds.

listen to this while reading!

Who knew the God of contracts could be such a romantic? Usually, Zhongli wasn’t a big fan of fancy, elaborate dates. He’d usually say something along the lines that “spending time with you was enough for him to feel like the richest man in the world”, which he technically was even without your presence. But, quite frankly, it was because he lacked the funds to do so that he didn’t pamper you every moment of the day.

So when you found yourself face to face with an array of different foods, meticulously prepared and arranged on a soft picnic blanket, you couldn’t help but wonder —

“Why the sudden change?” you asked, sitting down on the plush cover, to which Zhongli only chuckled.

“Am I not allowed to change my mind?” he replied in a teasing tone, flopping next to you.

“Oh, you are more than welcome to do so,” you winked, pouring some tea for both of you. It smelled like chamomile, “I was just trying to say it’s a nice change.” you continued, taking a few sips of your tea.

Zhongli only hummed, content with your response. Sometimes, sitting in silence, all while eating delicious brunch foods and drinking sweet tea, was much more enjoyable than small talk.

And so, you spend the rest of the day with your lover, basking in the sunshine and each other’s company. In his embrace, there was something so right, something that felt right, smelt right. You let your body sag, your muscle become loose. In that embrace you felt your worries loose their keen sting and your optimism raise its head from the dirt.

“You’re so beautiful, my beloved,” he whispered, cupping your face and kissing you gently.

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avid user of nicknames

partially because he finds them cute

and partially because he loves teasing you

he’d use them in public and try to get a reaction out of you

like let’s say all of a sudden kaeya is back hugging you, pampering your neck with kisses

saying something like “what’s wrong, baby?”

he’d also use hot stuff, sweet cheeks, gorgeous, handsome, cutie pie, treasure

sometimes they’re really sweet, other times they’re really silly

side note, i feel like this one got a little out of hand sorry yall i lowkey can’t take kaeya seriously

listen to this while reading!

There was something so heavenly about a kiss in the rain, a tender moment that just wouldn’t wait. It was that burst of love that is expressed, not caring if the water soaked through to chill the skin. You felt yourself gasping for air as Kaeya’s lips left yours, doe like eyes searching for his. Behind that brilliant shade of blue sparkled a glacial attraction. So complex and mysterious, it was magnetic. It made you want him even more.

Upon seeing your dazed state Kaeya smiled, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. His hands found yours. “Let’s get you of here before you catch a cold.” he said, leading you down the streets of Mondstadt. It was the middle of August, and you got caught in nothing more than a summer rain. You weren’t even cold, but alas you let it slide, enjoying seeing Kaeya worry about you, even if it wasn’t as serious as he made it seem.

There is something about a rain-washed pathway that invites playful feet, that says each new step will be rewarded with a splash. And soon, you found yourself splashing around, making the most out of this accidental rain shower.

The moment you finally reached your home, Kaeya wasted no time, his arms already wrapped around you in a tight embrace. Yet again, a gasp escaped your mouth, Kaeya’s cold lips leaving goosebumps behind each carefully placed kiss on your neck.

“You know what’s the best way to get warmed up, treasure?” he asked, his hands ghosting over your hips.

You shook your head softly, awaiting his answer.

“A good old dance party!” he exclaimed, spinning you around as he started humming a cheerful. “Nothing gets the blood going like a little movement!” it was obvious he found great pleasure in seeing your more than confused, if not disappointed, expression. Still, he paid you no mind and continued dancing with you all while singing a cheery melody.

It was quite save to assume there was never a boring moment with this man.

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my favourite elevator boy

doesn’t love nicknames but doesn’t hate them either

i see him as an action speak louder than words guy

and although he’s aware that, as his partner, you know that

he still feels sorry for not being as vocal as other people when it comes to talking about his emotions??

so cute terms like these are a simple way he can show his appreciation for you

for some reason, i think he would really like using diminutives??

he’d call you things like little star

or baby or lovebug

i think it really matches his vibe ngl

listen to this while reading!

The breeze blew warm announcing the coming of summer's hottest days. The aroma of the tall grasses were an intoxicating perfume and the starry night above was a painting more sublime than any man could create. The clarity above became reflected in your mind.

Being with Albedo meant putting up with the unholy amount of hours he’d spend on whatever research he’d be conducting at the time. And luckily for you, his next big discovery involved the stars. On the black sky above you, there were a multitude of stars and there were lighter patches, clusters of faint and bold light, the constellations altered according to the time of year. These were the same stars that greeted the ancients, the same ones that would be there in millions of years.

As you enjoyed your little midnight snack, your gaze fell upon the chief alchemist. His eyes were fixated on the landscape above him, utterly fascinated by the world’s mystic beauty. Seeing him so consumed by his studies made your heart feel warm. It was adorable to see him like this.

Your sudden yawn made both you look at each other. Albedo’s gaze was filled with compassion, and perhaps a little remorse for making you come with him so late in the night just to stare blankly at the sky.

But you knew this wasn’t such a trivial thing.

You pet the spot next to you, silently asking him to sit down with you, to which he immediately obliged. As his head found its place on your shoulder a little sad smile made its appearance on his face.

“Sorry for making you come here with me, baby.” he said, his hand drawing patterns along your thigh. “I know this isn’t your idea of quality time.”

“Any time spent with you is quality time, silly.” you giggled, kissing the top of his head. “And besides, who doesn’t enjoy a little bit of stargazing?”

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ok now for venti

i feel like with him the tone he uses is very important??

i mean this also applies to the rest of the guys

but for venti even more so

he could simply refer to you by your name and it would still feel all special and bubbly

nonetheless, he loves using pet names!

i mean as a bard, he can come up with poems and such on a whim ( flashback to the signora moment :) )

so his nicknames for you always have a certain meaning or funny story behind them

oh, you love pumpkins or had an unfortunate accident involving one? now he calls you pumpkin all the time

he’d also call you things like sunshine because to him you bring so much joy and you warm his heart just like the sun.

with that being said, good luck to those pulling for him! <3

listen to this while reading!

“There you go! You’re really good at this!” Venti complimented you, observing in great detail the way your fingers touched the strings of his lyre.

Judging by the curious stares and even odd looks you’d get from time to time, that wasn’t really the case. What was supposed to be a simple walk around the city turned out to be a full concert. Although Venti couldn’t find it in his heart to tell you, who asked him so eagerly just a few moments ago if he could teach how to play a song, just how… Poor was your attempt.

A relieved sigh could be heard the moment your fingers left the strings, although Venti’s reassuring smile never left his face. “Don’t let a few strangers discourage you! Even the greatest geniuses had to start somewhere!”

“Are you saying I’m a genius?” you asked teasingly with a raised eyebrow, laughing at his flustered face.

“Let’s not go that far…” he murmured, winking cheekily.

“And here I was, thinking I could wow you with my insane musical skills…” you whined sarcastically, handing him his lyre as you continued your stroll. It was then Venti stopped in his tracks. Upon his face, shock was written all over, his expression soon turning sympathetic. For a moment, he left you alone, diving into the crowd of people, only to return to you with a single cecilia flower. Its fragrance was sweet and fresh and its color a perfect white. Shortly after, he gently placed it behind your ear, smiling to himself while looking at you.

“You don’t need fancy tricks to win over what you already have,” Venti said, kissing your cheek lightly. A cheerful tune could be heard across the street, Venti’s soft melody attracting a lot of attention, “I’m all yours, sunshine.” he said loud enough for more than a few people to hear.

He has such a way with words, doesn’t he?

[aureatescars]

For a few agonizing moment he thinks Leon is ignoring him, or worse that he left. Sasha wouldn't be able to blame him for either with how he acted. But then the door opens and for a split second Sasha thinks that this is somehow worse, because he is met with an expression that morphs from concern — which he doesn't feel he deserves right now — to a lopsided and almost amused smile that makes it all the more clear how much of a fool he just made of himself.

He doesn't manage to hold Leon's gaze for long, knowing himself to be in the wrong he can't help but shrink away from both Leon's eyes and his closeness as he walks over to him. The cup of coffee being held into his field of view has him swallow thickly, the pit of shame in stomach growing ever deeper with Leon's kindness.

Sasha doesn't deserve this either, none of it, barring any sort of mockery or scorn Leon might hold. But when Sasha is met with neither and instead hears a few words that are so very clearly an attempt at making this easier on him there is little he can do but ket his shoulders round and his head hang.

He stares at the coffee for a while, simply holding on to the cup. His legs have moved to stretch out infront of him and it takes every ounce of strength and selfcontrol he has left to not crumble under the weight of their situation, despite Leon's attempt at making this as easy as it can be.

Sasha has never been good with words, and he ever had issues controlling his anger when provoked, and even when not. He'd been an abrasive teen, unable to express himself in ways others would understand, always feeling he lacked the words to do so.

It's why he'd gotten along with J.D. so well. In the past, people would look at them and think they'd go together like oil and water. J. D. with his carefree nature and loud joking nature and Sasha with his stoicism and angry glares. What most people didn't know was that J. D. somehow had known exactly how to read him, had known what he needed better than Sasha did on any given day it felt like.

The only other person that knew him this well beside his own mother was Irina and Sasha would never understand how she fell for him in the first place, after years of having to guess at any given thought in Sasha's mind, why would she still put up with him? She'd been the reason he got into teaching, she had been the one to encourage him to learn another language when he'd opened up about feeling like he didn't have the words to make any sense of what he had inside his mind.

J.D. and Irina had known him better than he knows himself and now they're gone, and Sasha is left as he was before, with too many thoughts and nothing to say. Maybe even less of the man he used to be now that they're gone.

His throat feels tight with emotion and grief he has held back for too long. His eyes burn with it and he has to wipe at them again before he clears his throat to not let it all get to his voice. "I'm... sorry." At the very least he knows how to say the one thing he owes Leon, even though it is hardly enough given how patient he has been with him so far. "...about earlier, and about yesterday."

He pauses. "About all of this." He finally raises the cup of coffee to his lips, hoping to rid himself of the tremble in his voice. It's not only frustration, or anger either, if anything it's still fear. But he doesn't even know what he is so afraid of in the first place. He survived, surely the worst is behind him, but in all honesty, it doesn't feel that way. If anything, it feels like he should have died and taken all of his stupid mistakes with him.

"I know," he says in answer to Leon's question. His voice sounds small and pathetic, like a child that realized they're wrong but don't want to admit it. But it's not that he doesn't want to, but rather that he doesn't know how to make any of this better. It feels like he is only ever apologizing for things he shouldn't have done in the first place. He should have known better, should have listened. He should have—

"But it's not... It's not that easy." His chest still feels tight and while his lower back is no longer throbbing with pain, it is still uncomfortable to sit on the hard wooden floor.

"I don't know how to... I don't—" He sets the cup of coffee aside, mind reeling, he suddenly feels nauseous. Today is definitely not a good day.

His arms come around himself in an subconscious gesture of vulnerability. He still doesn't look at Leon. "I don't even really understand why you're still here." He sounds defeated, and he looks the part, too. He hasn't once told Leon how he felt about any of this, hasn't put the words to his pain, physical or mental, because why would Leon care? And he still doesn't say it out loud, but for the first time in days he realizes just how tired he really is, how hollow and hurt and he doesn't have any strength left to pretend that he is not.

And maybe that's what Leon means after all. If anything, Sasha can at least tell him that. Or he can try. He doesn't, for a good long while his previous words are the only thing that comes put of his mouth. But then, he takes a deeper breath and it hiccups on the exhale when the expanding of his ribcage serves to make the muscles of his back shift, too and somehow all of it registers in one big wave of pain after the other.

"I hurts." He says and winces at the infinitesimal amount of information that conveys. "All of it." He gestures first towards his legs, then indicates his chest where the fresh scar of the bulletwound sits. His open palm comes to rest abobe his sternum. It's not just physical pain either, but that is even harder to admit and nigh impossible to put into words. Where would he even begin to explain that?

Sasha shakes his head, blinking away a bit of mist that clouds his vision. "I don't know what else there is to tell you." One hand curls its fingers into the pantleg of his sleepwear, Sasha sees it happen, watches the fabric crumble, he knows he should feel it, but the sensation barely registers.

There is so much more to it than pain or numbness. It's fear, of the future, of every day being the same, or worse. Will he ever be able to live on his own again? Would he forever be confined to his wheelchair, dependent on the kindness and understanding of others? Will there ever be a day again where the sensation of pins and needles are not the best he can hope for? And if it isn't, if it will get better, just how much of it is Sasha's own achievement? Is he truly free of the plaga? What if he isn't? What if the parasite returns, what if he is going to be the reason for another outbreak?

...Is this the reason he told Leon about this place and so readily agreed to coming here together? A contingency for if he does recover and turns into one of these things as a result, Leon would be the one best suited to take him out. Sasha feels his heartbeat quicken with that thought, his face drains of color. He can't tell Leon this

"I think...I think there is no "halfway." He swallows thickly. "If I can't do any of this on my own what good will it do when you—"

He doesn't finish that sentence but he doesn't doubt Leon understands what he is getting at. He's going to lose him— The thought ends there, abruptly. Sasha shies away from it. Leon isn't his to lose in the first place. Leon may call him friend on occasion —buddy, pal, any variety of those terms, and it won't stop making Sasha feel better about all of this, like he isn't alone — but Sasha can hardly ask him to stay around indefinitely. No matter how much he wants him to.

It's not exactly a new thought, but one he hasn't dared to inspect further. He knows it will only lead to pain to admit to the fact he has gotten quite attached to his enemy-turned ally-turned friend and it's hardly something he can admit out loud either.

The words sting, even more so because they're true. He doesn't look up, doesn't say anything else. Not when Leon raises his voice, not when he shoves the painkillers and the glass of water into his hands. Some water spills over Sasha's hand and his shirt when Leon abruptly pulls away after. Sasha still doesn't move, but he does flinch when the door shuts with a loud noise, so very telling of Leon's irritation.

Sasha's jaw sets stubbornly as he blinks against the moisture in his eyes and looks down at the painkillers and the water. He has half a mind to hurl both across the room, if only to give himself the satisfaction of watching the glass shatter against the opposite wall; to break something in the same way he feels broken—

What the fuck is going on in that thick skull of yours?

Sasha scrunches up his face but then knocks the pills back and swallows some water against the painful lump in his throat. He closes his eyes and bites down on his tongue to keep a pathetic whimper from spilling from between his lips. What's going on in his head? He doesn't know. Everything is confusing. Nothing makes sense anymore and worst of all wherever he turns it's just always pain, pain, pain.

He sets the glass aside with a hasty movement, it topples over, but he doesn't care for the little bit of water that spills over wooden flooring. He curls in on himself, arms resting on his knees. Brows furrowed and gaze empty as he stares ahead, unseeing. He feels so weak, so powerless and right now hunched over on the floor he must look it, too.

It should be better by now, he should be better. His condition should be improving but instead, he just seems to get worse and worse.

After he made a incredible recovery, turning away from the brink of death within a few days time and improving so much quicker than anyone had anticipated, the doctors had been nigh extatic with his ability to simply bounce back within a few weeks time, overcoming severe bloodloss and the trauma of a bullet wound straight through the chest, a death sentence to just about anyone, the fact that he even retained some feeling in his legs — it was nothing short of miraculous.

But as soon as Sasha was awake and lucid enough to process all of what the doctors were telling him, his mind conjured up a possible reason for it. And he wouldn't dream of calling it a miracle. The Plaga, or what remained of its regenerative abilities after Leon shot him must be why he is still breathing. There couldn't be any other explanation. He should be dead, but the parasite must have been just enough to carry him through the worst of it.

As much as he wants to believe it was due to Leon's marksmanship and quick thinking, or even just an enormous amount of luck, there is still something lurking at the edge of his mind that has him hesitate to believe it, and more than that, it makes him anxious whenever he feels just a little bit better than the day before. What if there is still something in him that's not entirely ... himself.

...Not entirely human?

What if Leon senses it somehow? He said it himself: he has seen all kinds of shit and he clearly knew about the Plaga beforehand. What if that is the real reason he is still here?

I'm coming back to help, whether you fucking ask me to or not.

Why?

Sasha wants to shout, to scream, to demand Leon tell him what his ulterior motives are. But he doubts Leon would tell him if there were any. But there must be, there must be something he gets out of this. Intel maybe? First hand report of what a plaga survivor looks like? Maybe Leon simply keeps an eye on him to snitch back to the government he works for.

Unbidden, the image of Leon smiling enters his mind. Not the cocky grin or the smug smirk Sasha has seen throughout the weeks he has known him, but rather that small, taken aback smile after Sasha handed him the first pudding cup in the hospital. When he had been more desperate for a friend and some human connection to chase away the darkness lurking inside his mind than he was cautious of what it might mean that Leon is still here.

The idea that he was the one to put that smile there should not make his own lips turn up at the corners, certainly not right now, and his chest shouldn't ache when the next thing he thinks about is the hurt he just saw on his expression. Anger he could deal with. He expected it even, but not because he worries for him, not because Sasha is being self-destructive.

And that's exactly what he is doing. He is pushing himself in all the wrong ways, draining himself with needless exertion instead of focusing on the exercises his doctors and physical therapist advised him on.

He doesn't know what he was thinking. Maybe he had been delusion enough to believe that once he'd left the hospital everything would be alright. Just get out and back to a normal life, everything else would figure itself out. But yesterday evening and this morning so far made it abundantly clear that it wouldn't be that easy and he definitely needs help. Leon's help, who has been nothing but helpful, nothing but caring in his own way.

Even though it irritated him more often than he can count, thinking back on it, there is no denying Leon knows exactly when to push his buttons and snap him out of a depressive episode. Sure, usually it would result in Sasha in turn snapping at him, but even then, Leon would just smirk and push the lunch tray Sasha had been ignoring up until that point closer towards him.

— Here. Being a broody bastard is tiring. Eat up.

He leans back, chasing the memory away. His back throbs with pain still. His head meets the wood with a low thud. He blinks up at the ceiling and then roughly drags a hand over his face when he feels a few tears running over his cheeks.

Fuck, he really is being a bastard, and a paranoid one besides.

Paranoia saved his life more than once during the war. After all, it is not paranoia when there is a good chance of enemy soldiers lurking behind any corner he might turn. But the war is over and Leon... He has proven himself more often than Sasha can count. Why would he turn on him now after putting so much effort into seeing him recover to the point he did?

Sasha turns his head to look at the closed door. Regret settles in now that he has had time to calm down and overcome the irrational fear and frustration he felt. A pit forms in his stomach. A feeling close to fear overcomes him alongside the oppressing sensation of guilt weighing heavy on his chest. ...Leon said he would be back, right?

Sasha's perception of time is shot ever since he had to spent sheer endless days in a barren hospital room with little to do other than sit and wait for his next appointment. It comes to bite him now, because the fifteen minutes Leon talked about stretch out into eternity. Or maybe Leon is letting him wallow, lets him sit and really think about what an asshole he is being. He isn't wrong for it. Sasha definitely deserves it.

He could call for him like he did yesterday, but something holds him back. Fear. Fear of Leon not answering, and somehow that's worse than the absurd scenario his mind made up about Leon being a spy.

Sasha deflates where he is sitting, ashamed and rueful. It quickly becomes clear to him that he needs to apologize. Leon doesn't deserve this... any of it, especially after putting up with all of Sasha's mood swings so far.

He still feels pathetic and small where he is sitting, but if anything he doesn't want to upset Leon even more by going against what he just told him. So, he stays put. He rubs his hand over his face once more to get rid of all that remains of frustrated tears.

Sasha takes one more shaky breath before he finally gathers all of his frayed courage, clears his throat and raises his voice. He wonders if it sounds as pathetic to Leon as it does to his own ears when he calls for him.

"...Leon?"

[hanazou]

matching onesies with him.

Books : Dazai | Chuuya | Oda

Shelf : Mixed

Genre : Fluff, domestic

Note : I did this of my own accord because I am, in fact, a softie

Dazai Osamu

This clingy crackhead.

Dazai will be the first to come up with the idea. It's actually a random one and he asked it so spontaneously, he doesn't expect you to actually say yes.

"Sure, why not?" You agreed.

He's both surprised and elated, and he didn't hide this reaction at all.

"Oh, darling!" He wrapped a hug around your neck. "You always revive my heart with your love!"

You both will be enthusiastic about picking the onesies and agree to surf the net instead of looking from shop to shop since Dazai is under the supervision of a certain angry Kunikida

It almost feels like babysitting. Not that you hate it right? Should you get an identical pair with different sizes? Or complementary ones?

Dazai will call the customer service to ask if they have black crow onesies since crows represent death in some cultures. The response is obviously no and it's obvious that the customer service was confused.

"That's a shame," Dazai whined disappointedly, shoulders dropping. "Wouldn't it be both cute and poetic if we had a double suicide while wearing matching crow onesie? Two achievements in one!"

At that point you wouldn't even be surprised anymore. You will just take the phone away from him to apologise and thank the customer service. You have to convince Dazai that you won't find a onesie of that kind

"Wait, don't tell me," You stared at him. "The reason you want to get onesies is just to wear a matching crow pair?"

"Is it?" He grinned mischievously. "Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong, but I just want to match with you."

Other ADA members will wonder what you and Dazai were doing, Kunikida the most. He isn't exactly curious, more like suspicious. What's that good-for-nothing Dazai up to now?

Eventually you find a pair of identical ones. Kind of rare designs too! Guess what?

Crabs! In red! The little eyes on the hood!

It will take less than a week for the onesies to arrive in a small box. When it does Dazai will pull out a cutter so energetically Atsushi will think he's going to pull a suicide attempt with it

"AAH! Dazai-san! No!"

Nothing will happen aside from Dazai stabbing the box (while making sure he doesn't cut the onesies inside. he's good with blades, ex Port Mafia and all)

The crab pincers for your hands are soft like mittens and so smooth???? Imagine sweaterpaws but with crab pincer mittens (!!)

It will take everything in you to stop Dazai from wearing it that instant since a client Fukuzawa talked about will be coming. You will need Atsushi's help to take it off him but let's not talk about it

Both of Dazai's legs are already in the onesie too..

It seems like Kyouka wants one. Yosano and Naomi will tell Atsushi to buy the girl one and match with her

When Dazai and you go home together, he will be so excited to wear the onesies immediately. Dazai will be light on his feet.

And when you finally put yours on? Pictures. Dazai will take lots of pictures of you. You're a piece of art and he wants pictures so he can recall the image anytime

"Oh, dearest~ How is it possible for you to be so cute?" He began his dramatic poses, a hand over his head while spinning like a ballet dancer.

You both will take a lot of couple pictures.

"Love, you are so adorable I want to eat you!"

"Is it me who's cute or the crab?" You teased back.

When Dazai makes a troubled expression to answer your question, you will have to pinch him 💢

If you can cook crab soup, wouldn't it be funny to make and eat one with Dazai while wearing crab onesies? He will be so clingy when you do it, like an old school married couple; when you cook, he'll be bugging you while hugging from behind. It feels cozy, don't blame him

You have to be keen with your eyes so you won't miss Dazai secretly pouring ajinomoto to the soup. Get him a healthier diet, I'm begging you.

"Look, the crab is red like us." He pointed at the soup. "And like your face when I do this." He took advantage of you turning your head to peck your cheek.

He will also pinch your nose with his pincer mitten. "Boop!" It's a challenge. Boop his nose back.

You think he's already as clingy as he can be, huh? Wrong. You are absolutely wrong. If he previously sticks around you like a magnet, this time he's glued to you.

Even in the shared living space, he won't let you go. Is it the softness of the onesie under his touch, the warmth, or your cuteness? Well, it's all of them. What then?

Snuggles.

You both cuddle together in the futon until falling asleep together. You feel twice as warm.

He's the big spoon, let him feel the smoothness of the onesie while feeling your heat. And for once, the double suicide joke stopped for the rest of day. That's how much this impacts him, and you're proud of him.

Nakahara Chuuya

Matching with Chuuhuahua in a onesie? You lucky fella.

You have to be the one initiating it with Chuuya. Baby boy will be like "Eeh?" at first. He's not against it at all but more like, confused. The request is out of the blue

"Come on, why not?" You tilt your head. "It will feel so soft to cuddle with?"

That's it, that's the spell for him to agree

Mans is a Port Mafia executive, you can't go out from shop to shop in a mall to get your onesie with his schedule, so you have to settle with online shopping with this guy too

Only when he has time to spare from beating up people

You will sit together on a couch at the headquarters once Chuuya and you don't have missions. It's a good chance to relax and unwind together too

Chuuya knows best where to find clothes, including onesies. There are so many options! Dinosaurs, frogs, bears, Sanrio characters, Doraemon, Pikachu, Line characters, pandas, unicorns, penguins!! (I should stop fantasizing Chuuya in each of them)

Chuuya will act cool and chill about it at first, but he actually got invested in choosing and thankfully he isn't a crackhead unlike a certain someone

He has a good fashion sense I don't accept criticism, and this side of him will jump out while both of you scroll the catalogue. He nails both street wear and mafia outfits daily, so you can bet he'd pick the best onesies for you both

"This one doesn't suit you," He moved to the next option. "These are the only colours available? Pass.", "What's with the unnecessarily long tail?", "Oh maybe this? Wait, I don't like the stripes."

Of course, he will listen to your opinion too but since you feel he's better at this, you just either nod or shake your head with him

You have to be careful with your words when picking the size (this is much more valid if you're taller) or he'll go "I'm not that short!"

Kouyou and Mori (+ Elise) will catch you both on the couch together while browsing, comfy and all, and Kouyou asked what you two were doing. Chuuya's face will be as red as wine.

When you want to explain, his gloved hand will cover your mouth and he frantically shakes his head, screaming "Don't!" silently.

But alas, while you want to tell him there's nothing to be embarrassed of, Kouyou will take the phone from your hand with a curious grin and a "What's this~?"

Chuuya will just accept fate at that point, growling to himself and all

Kouyou and Mori won't expect to see a catalogue of onesies, apparently. The "Huh," on their faces are hilarious, and Mori will be instantly inspired to get a full set for his Elise-chan, much to her distaste.

While Mori and Elise are going at it, Kouyou will actually share her opinions. Chuuya will crawl out from his burrow of embarrassment and listen to her with you.

"Rather than identical ones, these would be much better. They have variety." Kouyou said. And you both will agree. You both have been eyeing a specific pair anyway

You both will decide to get complementary ones! Chuuya's will be a brown teddy and yours a white bunny! (Try googling Line's Brown and Cony, they're cute you won't regret it) Kouyou will totally agree with the decision.

When the package arrives, both of you will open it together. Chuuya's eyes for clothes are never wrong, the quality is immaculate. So warm and smooth, not a seam out of place.

Imagine the blush on Chuuya's face when you put on the white bunny onesie. The bunny ears on the hood! The fluffiness! His flustered face!

He will be slightly hesitant to put his own on, but when he does, you swear you can die from the cuteness. Want to see more cuteness? Tease him about it, and maybe he'll tickle you down until you're too breathless to tease him.

Chuuya doesn't want to say it explicitly but it does feel really comfortable, it's suitable for winters too.

As usual, Chuuya will be the big spoon. You will melt into his warmth and the smoothness of his onesie, and you can tell he's enjoying it too, from the way he'll drag his hand all over you to feel the smooth fabric

"It's a good thing we listened to ane-san's suggestion, hm?" You asked. "I didn't exactly like the matching penguin pairs."

"Yeah, this isn't bad at all." Chuuya admitted, snuggling his chin into the crook of your neck. "You're so warm."

Oda Sakunosuke

First off I'm Odasaku's lover before I'm anything else.

When the weather gets cold, it's your idea to get onesies for the kids. They could use some cute onesies to sleep in.

Unlike Dazai and Chuuya, Odasaku will have time to spare to go shopping with you. Being the handyman of Port Mafia has its good sides, after all.

The atmosphere is identical to a date! You both meet up at evening after work, have a simple dinner first, then start the shopping. Shopping for the kids' onesies with him makes you feel like a parent doesn't it?

Odasaku and you will make sure not to pick flimsy, thin, or rough ones. Only the best for the kids. Both of you put your keen eyes to use, examining every considered piece

Odasaku and you will definitely discuss whether to get five identical or different ones. After considering that the kids have different personalities, choosing different pieces will sound more ideal. You both will grant them the liberty of picking themselves.

"We just have to make sure they don't fight over it." Odasaku said.

Lion, dinosaur, piglet, panda, and penguin. That's what you both will choose!

Odasaku is a man who doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeves, so you relied on his eyes when it comes to him. You will see love and sincerity. He picks each piece with careful consideration.

The store clerk will throw an unexpected (yet clichéd shoujo) question at you both. "You picked such good choices. We have sets for adults too, why not match with your children?"

Odasaku and you will widen your eyes. First of all, parents? And match? Both of you stare at each other in confusion. Should you get two get a pair for yourselves?

"Why not?" Odasaku eventually said.

Odasaku's will be a brown dog and yours a white cat (remember that one official art of Odasaku with puppy ears? <3)

Odasaku and you will immediately visit the kids and give them their onesies. Their excitement in picking one for their own made you smile, and you can see the joy in Odasaku's eyes when the kids thanked him and you. He doesn't smile, but you don't need him to just to know he's glad his children love your pick. The way he pats their heads already speaks volumes of love.

Thankfully no kid wrestled to get what they want. You were especially concerned Kousuke will compete with someone

Odasaku will bring a secondhand polaroid he once bought at Yokohama's flea market to take pictures of the kids. You will herd the children to gather for the picture while Odasaku looked for the right angle in the other side of the room.

"Why don't you stay there for the picture too?" Odasaku asked you, half of his face behind the camera.

You kneel behind the kids and put your hands on Sakura and Yuu's shoulders, the ones who stood on the far left and right. That much is enough to warm Odasaku's heart, but when you too, smile for the camera, he freezes for a while to take the sight with his eyes

The picture comes out nicely. You will end up convincing Odasaku to take more but with him in it, together, all seven of you. You would need the curry diner owner's help to take the picture

"Sakunosuke, smile, will you?" You held his shoulder while you both kneeled behind the kids for the picture. He would be a little stunned

He smiles, but it was faint. Nevertheless, you recognise the content in his eyes in the photo, and it's enough.

When it's just the two of you in the living quarters, you will have to remind Odasaku that he too, bought a onesie. He will gladly put it on him since you look so eager, he's curious how it feels too

Your heart stops when he put on the hood with the puppy ears. You will have to fight back the urge to attack him with cuddles right there and then when his confused and innocent face matches the onesie so much!

"You're adorable," You smiled half teasingly, taking in the look of confused Odasaku who looked down at his onesie. The weight of the material felt right, it's like a cozy blanket.

"Try to put yours on," He says. When you did, his heart also missed a beat. The kitten ears on your head! The pure snowy white on you!

Odasaku is a bear hugger and when he hugs you, his embrace will feel tighter than usual. It's no surprise, he likes you and cats, and the way you interacted with the kids that day played tricks on his heart. You hug him back and ruffle his head while he mumbles his thank-you's at you

That night's sleep will be filled with nothing but cuddles of love and adoration. Yes, Odasaku is the big spoon, but you will also hold his arms tighter around you as you both drift into the night, chatting about life.

[lalaangeldust]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

[ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ] : none :)

[ 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ] : kaminari denki // bakugo katsuki // sero hanta

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢

ah yes, the bakusquad's resident pretty boy

he would definitely be the most obvious about his crush

two words: shitty flirting

horrible pick-up lines and just overall bad flirting

he pulls through sometimes though ( with sero's advice ) and his ego inflates through the roof if he can get you flustered and blushing

but if you give him the same energy, he will immediately combust

all function out the window

congratulations, you broke denki

none of your possessions are safe when denki is within the vicinity

shirts, hoodies, skirts, hats, jewelry, hair accessories

if he can grab it, he will have it

he has worn / stolen everything in your closet at least once, if not it is most definitely his goal

it does not matter if he fits it or not, he will make it work

he has no shame

but one time he stretched out one of your favorite skirts and it tore a bit and he felt soooo bad

"it not my fault i have a fat ass, y/n"

but he brought you to the mall on a date with him to get a new one, so it's all works out ;)

denki honestly just lives to make you laugh

every time he's the reason you're laughing, it makes his chest puff up so big

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MF TICKLING

if you two are close, he will without a doubt start a mock wrestling match and it always turns into a tickling fit with you pinned underneath him and wailing

but do NOT under any circumstances tickle him

he with shriek like a girl and accidentally activate his quirk

you nearly died

HE FELT BAD FOR THAT TOO

he's also just so infatuated with like- everything you do????

it doesn't matter how mundane you think it might be, as long as you're doing it, denki is so enthralled watching whatever it is you're doing

it's rather endearing

in all honesty, he'd probably blurt out he likes you outta no where while in the middle of a convo

he lights up every time your name is so much as mentioned

or- or

he'd be day dreaming, completely lost in his own world and someone would come up to him and ask him what he's thinking ab cus he looks basically dead to the world

still in a daze from being abruptly brought back to reality he'd just dreamily sigh, "y/n~" without even realizing

mans was SO embarrassed afterwards

face was beet red

*frantically looks around to see if you heard him or not*

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bonus: love languages!!

physical touch // giving

words of affirmation // receiving

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

he's so emotionally constipated

that's not to say we wouldn't know he'd have feelings for you

he's actually pretty emotionally intelligent, and would be very perceptive of your emotions contrary to popular belief, he's just oblivious to his own feelings and emotions

he'd just ignore them

try his best to ignore you

key word try

but he always gives in and he'd make up dumb reasons to come bother you like-

he'd barge into your dorm while you're studying and he'd be like

"y/n i need a pen,"

"oh? uh ok, here you can have this one," you hand him a pen that you happened to have tucked behind your ear

"no not that one,"

...????

"can't you go to momo and ask her to make the pen you want..?"

bakugo starts to get grumpy at this point lmao

"no, she doesn't know how to make it,"

"well, what pen do you want..??"

bakugo hesitates cus he doesn't wanna admit that he doesn't actually want a pen, he wants to be with you

"that one," he lamely points at a beat up tinkerbell pen that you've had since you were like twelve

"really?? out of all the pens you choose that one?"

"shut up and just get it"

"... you can grab it,"

he goes and grabs it and goes to walk out the door without a word and right before he leaves he leans back and looks at you

"i need a pencil"

"OH MY GOD BAKUGO"

he kept the tinkerbell pen btw

like denki, bakugo would steal things from your dorm and not just anything, things that are actually inconvenient to misplace

he'd take your bobby pin container or your favorite brush so you'd come to him to ask where it went, he'd give it back ofc but not without a fight

he'd act totally clueless and he'd wait till you actually start to get pissed to tell you where he actually put your thing

so back to how he'd actually be very aware of your emotions

he'd notice the smallest changes and can always tell when you're upset but he wouldn't exactly know how to help you

so instead of using words, he'd use actions

you had a really bad day and he walked you to your dorm and when he came in he's like

"shit, your dorm is a fucking disaster, how do you live like this," you scowl at bakugo cus like- wtf i'm rlly emotional here you're not helping

he scoffs and bends down to start picking up your shit

"seriously, i have no idea how you find anything in here, nothing is organized" and he'd just keeps grumbling like an old man while completely cleaning and reorganizing your room

dont you dare try and help him though, he will yell at you

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bonus: love languages!!

acts of service // giving

quality time // receiving

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

sero SCREAMS besfriends to lovers troupe

like- you two are already practically dating without even realizing it

the romantic tension

you guys banter and flirt with eachother so often, you both have no idea whether you're serious when you jokingly call the other sexy or not

the oblivious idiots troupe

sero makes everything a competition

not nearly to extent as bakugo would, but still goes a bit over the top

he'd use anything as an excuse to show off for you

one time, like the spiderman fanboy he is, he challenged you to see who can hang upside down the longest without passing out ( literally the stupidest idea, sero, you're going to loose braincells )

sero won, obviously and he takes full advantage of bragging rights

everyone says how denki's the flirt and whatever but NO

sero is the biggest mf flirt and denki got his game from him

so with that being said, you are not safe

HE IS A BULLY

he respects boundaries of course but that doesn't mean he's not gonna try and test his limits a bit and mess with you

he's always trying to get you flustered

god forbid you're shorter than him because he will tease the shit outta you for it

when you two train together, mf goes on overdrive ESPECIALLY if you two happen to be sparring together

he'd hover over you and lean his face in ever so slightly while your talking to him just to get a rise outta you

TILT YOUR HEAD UP WITH ONE FINGER

"could you repeat that? i'm having a hard time hearing,"

SHEEEEEEEE

but you also make fun of him for being tall, so it checks out

whenever he says some slick shit you're just like-

"I'm sorry, what? That's funny coming from someone who's above the national average height. you're disgusting, tall man; shrink perhaps" ( if anyone knows what tiktok audio i'm referencing, i'm in love with you )

hope you have your casket ready because sero's gonna slaughter your ass for that shit

ok but one time while you two were partnered up for hero training, you got on his nerves and he tied you up and left you hanging and the mf just left

maaaan were you livid

15 minutes

15 minutes you were left up there while sero was doing god knows what

you gave him the silent treatment for the rest of the day and sero was genuinely distressed cus he didn't mean to make you so mad

but lucky for him, he always knows how to get you to smile no matter how sad or are or how angry you are with him

he shoots you a piece of tape with his handwriting on it

he made up some stupid, horribly written poem asking for your forgiveness and he's just looking at you the entire time you're reading it with an exaggerated pout

how can you say mad at him?

on the topic of him sending you notes on his tape

he'd totally leave pieces of his tape in really obscure places in your dorm or even under your desk

they'd be really stupid messages too like-

"you stink"

or a really random inside joke you two have that makes literally no sense but even just the thought of it makes you laugh to tears

he'd also leave little origami figures he made with his tape in random places for you to find too

or he'd just give them to you

you have a shelf specifically dedicated for the things sero has made for you ( and he's really touched you actually keep all his shitty arts and crafts projects )

in conclusion, sero is the best and he is my favorite and i'd die for him

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bonus: love languages!!

gift giving // giving

physical touch // giving and recieving

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If you guys want, i can elaborate on their love languages in another post! <3

𝒇𝒊𝒏 . ✩

[epicene-humanoid]

some trans Jeff thoughts:

he realized he was trans in elementary school and just went fuck it I'll just start introducing myself as Jeffery and see if anyone decides to stop me (as we know, jeff winger can get away with almost anything)

he got top surgery the second he could afford it (around the same time he started at his law firm), and probably bribed someone to keep it a secret

"I'm jeff winger and i would rather look at myself naked than the women I sleep with" are the words of a man proud of his transition

he's really insecure about his fashion sense, which is why he mostly dresses like the douchey guys at his firm in the start of the show, he thought you can't go wrong with the sleazy lawyer look

he will never admit it but he feels super good about the dean hitting on him, because the dean is a (cis) guy, acknowledging that Jeff is more manly than him

i think he starts out stealth and comes out to everyone one by one, probably starting with abed because he knows abed won't judge him and will probably just see it as an interesting backstory.

abed just says it's cool and maybe worth a prequel exploring Jeff's transition, and jeff asks him to predict how all of the members of the group will react to him coming out.

abed's predictions:

britta will be over-the-top supportive and do a ton of research about trans history, probably put together a slideshow just to prove how progressive she is, and jeff will be a little bit weirded out, but also touched that she did all that for him, though he would never let her know that

shirley will be confused, because she doesn't know how someone she trusts and knows so well could be part of a group she was raised to hate, but ultimately realizes that there's nothing actually against the lgbtq people in the bible, and, as a cool character development arch, starts to advocate against use of the bible to justify bigotry

troy will just think it over and decide that Jeff's physique and coolness are even awesomer knowing how much work he'd had to put in to be like that, and respects Jeff's manliness even more

annie will give him a hug, say something sweet about how she'll always love him, and worry about his health, because even she read somewhere that taking testosterone makes you more likely to have a heart attack, jeff will explain that the risk is still only as high a cis guy, and she'll be the one to always remind him to take his shots

peirce will say at best say "jeff winger used to be a chick?" and at worst call him a slur, either way there's sure to be a lot of misgendering from him, and pestering to know Jeff's deadname (needless to say, Jeff just doesn't tell peirce)

the whole group goes out of their way to keep their beach trips a secret from pierce (the girls don't want him there anyways, he's too liable to be creepy) even though jeff knows that even if pierce saw his scars, all he would have to do is make up a story about some childhood accident and pierce would never question it

sorry this ended up being super long. can I hear some of your headcanons for him?

YES ALL THIS!!! yes yes i’m fully accepting this as canon oh my god

i’m about to type a whole ass ESSAY at midnight because i have been DYING to talk about this for months ajfdksljk,,, this is going to be obscenely long and i might end up adding even more to it as i continue to rewatch the show because there is truly no shortage of trans jeff content (especially when you’re trans and see transness in every little thing ajdkslfkjs)

spoiler warning for literally everything about this show under the cut <3

i 100% agree, i feel like he realized he was trans super young, especially since in the show we see him as a little kid a couple of times. 

like look at little jeff with the oversized sweatshirt and little ponytail!! that’s childhood trans fashion. not to be dramatic but part of me thinks that jeff’s dad left before he fully came out to his family (which gives him even more angst about it, because until that one Thanksgiving episode, he’s never able to prove to his dad that he’s a better man), but part of me thinks that his dad left after he came out (which adds that spicy i-should-have-stayed-in-the-closet guilt that he has to work through). 

either way, because his dad wasn’t there, he had to base his concept of masculinity on something else, which was becoming a lawyer!! there’s some line that’s like “after the dust and divorce papers were settled the only man i looked up to was [the lawyer guy]”. like, replacing your father figure in your mind with the concept of “a job where you can talk your way in and out of anything and distort other people’s concept of reality”? that’s trans.

 and the fucking THANKSGIVING EPISODE... i struggle to watch it without crying hehe <3 yeowch! the dichotomy of willy jr. being the “wrong” kind of man because he’s “too soft” but jeff also not being enough despite adhering to all the social standards of masculinity... fuck!! this whole scene of him telling his dad “i am Not well adjusted” and talking about how he gave himself an “appendix surgery scar” when he was a kid and he still keeps the get-well-soon letters from his classmates under his bed? oh my god. the implication of people loving him not despite his scars but because of them?? trans. i can’t think about this episode for too long or i’ll start yelling.

OH and this scene? where he talks about how his mom got him a girl costume for halloween?? and everyone said “what a cute little girl” and after a few houses he stopped correcting them?? and “once the shame and the fear wore off, i was just glad they thought i was pretty”?? THAT’S TRANS... the man needs validation oh my god... and then in all the halloween episodes we see he has these ultra-masculine costumes (a cowboy, David Beckham, one of the fast and furious guys even though he never watched the movies, a boxer with his DAD’S boxing gloves... god) costumes are about becoming something else and he always chooses to be hypermasculine and that is trans.

THE PHYSICAL EDUCATION EPISODE!!!!!!! being uncomfortable during P.E. is a queer experience. period. but him being specifically uncomfortable in the clothes someone else is assigning to him? trans. “are we gonna talk about clothes like a girl? or use tapered sticks to hit balls around a cushioned mat like a man?” TRANS. and him eventually stripping in public? celebration of transness. and the fact that he eventually becomes comfortable in both the uniform and his own style!! trans!! god i love this episode. 

AND AND AND!!! the gay dean coming out episode!!! where it’s the three of them discussing the best way for the dean to come out as gay despite not entirely identifying with that label!! so we have both frankie and the dean who are sort of ambiguously queer, and jeff who’s a stealth trans man who’s probably only out to only the study group at this point. this scene where the dean and jeff have this like eyebrow communication while frankie is talking is just so cute. queer-to-queer communication. “I am so curious” “oh?” “intellectually.” “oh...” ajfdksljfk this scene just screams high school GSA to me and i love it so much.

and SPEAKING of the dean!! i totally see you on that. i feel like jeff has some internalized homophobia/biphobia (like he’d throw punches over someone else, but when it comes to himself he has a lot of shame). and also seeing the dean so confident in all his different outfits/costumes has a weird affect on him bc it’s like “okay, the dean, a cis guy, can do that, but i as a trans guy could Not because that’s Breaking the Rules”. which, like, throwback to the halloween thing. of course there’s no right way to be masculine, but mr. winger does not know that.

another thing!! the episode where their emails get leaked? that includes his emails with his therapist. fuck!! he was outed to the whole world in that episode!! no wonder he was so fucking angry!! this whole episode (and really any time he mentions his therapist) is so interesting when you think about them as a person he talks to about his transition. OH which adds to the thing with the dean!! “and you told your therapist you wanted to be alone this weekend” and “not you jeff, i know you’ll be visiting your dad” ”I told you to stop reading my emails”. luckily his study group has his back and just makes fun of him for emailing astronauts lmao

and WHO can forget “they’re giving out an award for most handsome young man!!!!” what else is there to say about this line besides: he’s trans. you know he didn’t get awarded enough for being a handsome young man when he was a kid, and no amount of compliments when he’s fully-grown can really make up for that. some people crash a kid’s bar mitzvah to cope with the fact that they struggled to be seen as themselves when they were a teenager <3

also his weird relationship with pierce? where he kind of hates him (understandably lmao) but at times has this almost-friends-almost-father-son relationship with him? especially in this episode where he’s forced to bond with him and ends up having a good time by accident (at a barber shop no less, the perfect place to Be A Man with your Man Friend). idk what to say about him besides the fact that pierce says his mom wanted a girl when he was born and made him dress like a girl (and his middle name is anastasia!) so if they’re gonna do any bonding over transness it’s gonna be that. 

okay one last thing and then i’ll shut up for the night. this episode kills me (and almost kills jeff hahahahelpi’mcrying). it’s a very Trans thing to not be able to visualize your future self, it just is. growing up trans at the time he did? i don’t know what kind of future he saw for himself, but i’m so happy that he ended up with a group of friends who became his family and love him the way they all do. i’m so emotional over this asshole it’s ridiculous. 

in conclusion:

they’re trans, your honor <3

[ask-elland-n-will]

[A continuation of what we had in the replies: @ask-wren-zhang came in with some potions, spooked Will who didn't hear her come in. She teased Will about standing on the bed, mentioned inviting Elland, gave the prefect a Calming Draught.]

Will does not react to her taunting despite seeing her laughing. He's had a rough night: the ominous whisper woke him up from a deep sleep right before Wren's visit. He does not see the reason behind her chortles and snickering, obvious even without the sound present. What, has she not seen people standing on the bed before? One might think it's a common occurrence, seeing that the students share dorm rooms with each other for months.

William huffs when Wren begins deflecting being out of bed that late at night but he has nothing to counteract it with. He's not going to be that pushy about the subject, he just feels tired, and keeping up the act is more effort than he wants to go through at the moment. She did bring some things for him, this late at night as well. With their fun teasing kind of friendship Will did kind of forget that there's more to it than laughs and giggles. Even now, despite Wren's musings, Will can tell that she genuinely wants to help. Perhaps there've never been in a serious enough situation before to really acknowledge it. 

"Sorry. No points deducted then, I should probably do the opposite really. I'll talk to Nurse Blainey tomorrow to see if your help would qualify for some extra points toward your house for late-night work." 

At the mention of Skele-Gro potion Will winces, remembering the taste, but perks up anyway. 

"Oh? Did somebody break some bones recently? Am I missing all the fun by sleeping through everything, rather literally? I know Demetrius came in with a broken nose recently. Seriously, how does he keep getting into those situations? But it's a nose, not a bone." 

The Nurse couldn't fully fix Demetrius' nose, just /mostly/ put it back into its place and stopped the bleeding. The nose was left a bit crooked as a result but from where Will was laying in bed, observing the whole process with curiosity, the Gryffindor looked rather handsome like that. Paired up with his other scar — even more handsome than Will would like to admit. Who is he to judge people by their looks? Perhaps he'd need to get to know Meech better. 

Will smiles at the memory as he accepts the vial and eyes it, trying to figure out how much peppermint was added into it. He wouldn't put it past Wren to pull a prank on him after she was so unexpectedly quiet earlier when everyone was cracking distasteful pickle jokes. But the colour of the potion and then the smell seem rather normal to him so he downs the potion without concern. He tries to focus on the taste of lavender and peppermint rather than thinking that it also includes the crocodile heart as one of the main ingredients.

"I was, in fact, sleeping before you came in, something woke me up, and I would like more of that sweet sweet rest, thank you," he says, yawning, sliding further down under the blanket. "And Wren, bold of you to assume I wear pantaloons to bed," he states. He knows she meant it figuratively. But he does have a very fancy-looking long nightshirt and it would be a shame not to point this out. 

William was about to continue but the Ravenclaw for some reason decided to bring up Elland and that took Will out of the loop for a moment. 

"E-Elland? Why, let him get some rest, there's no need, he spent most of the day with me anyway," he tumbles the words out, ears going instantly red, his face slowly catching up as well. "You gave me a rather well-made potion, I'm sure I'll be asleep in no time!" He is almost all the way under the blanket now, only his face poking out.

"And there's no way you heard my knees knocking for two reasons. Firstly, they did not knock for I had the situation under control. And secondly, my charm work is perfect: no way you heard anything," he grumbles trying to change the topic. The idea of Elland tucking him in and lulling him to sleep is too tempting. For the hundredth time Will wishes that they shared a dorm room. 

"Are you... Going to be here for long?" he asks quietly watching the Ravenclaw. Perhaps the potion started taking effect but Wren's presence is more welcoming than Will initially thought it would be. Will doesn't have any siblings but if he did — he imagines that's who Wren would be to him. He never thought she'd be the one around when he is in such a state, and yet there they are. His thoughts drifted back to what Will already reflected upon tonight: behind the facade of playful friendly teasing there are more genuine feelings. Perhaps it is time for Will to re-evaluate things and take Wren a bit more seriously.

𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓂…

B̷̢̪͉̆̅͘Ė̵̤̯͇ ̴̹̪̈́͗͘͜Ḣ̷̛̬̣́͗͆̐̐́A̵̙̗͊̂͂̾P̶̣̩͕̳̳̘̦̹̥̄̿̌͆͜P̷͔̼̗͍̉͒̊̂̋̌̆̕͝Ẏ̵̢̯̣̤̼̞̺͎͉͌͂͌̕͜͝͝

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It is midnight. Still at the Hospital Wing, William is woken up by some rustling and a voice the source of which he cannot quite pinpoint in the dark. It is the prefect's last night here, his recovery going well: friends coming by, keeping him company, explaining that the booper has nothing to do with the pickle and is quite friendly. Elland managed to confiscate whatever pickles were brought in as a joke before they even made their way into the Hospital Wing.

Sebastian came to visit a couple of times with some books concerning very important research on haunted objects. William's mind, withering with nothing to pick his brains about and the lingering phantom sensation of the pickle juices on his face, was beyond himself with joy at finding a protection ward charm against such cursed objects. Will's nights after that felt much safer leading to the Slytherin finally looking at everything that has happened to him with some humour, thinking clearly.

Upon breathing in the familiar pickle smell and realizing the meaning of the whispers, William sighs. He is a bit nervous but he had a trick for that, something he used to do as a little kid when he was afraid of some made-up boggarts in his closet. Will grabs his wand, gets on top of the bed, and whispers so as not to wake up anyone else in the infirmary.

"I am not afraid of YOU. Begone, pickle!" He strikes a rather dramatic pose when he says that and in case the whispers continue he casts a general silencing charm on the area around his bed. Nothing will disturb his sleep tonight. Nothing!