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how do you fellas feel about a dear evan hansen au where kazuha is evan and ayato is connor + y/n as jared? except there's romance between kazuha and y/n while writing the letters in "sincerely, me" ;))

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i think i don't hate you ²

diluc x gn!reader

following the acting grandmaster and her girlfriend librarian's talk with y/n about their feelings towards diluc, they decide to act on it tonight. after a few drinks with a few hisses thrown at their friends kaeya and venti, they begin their conversation with the winery owner with a heavy heart.

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tw: drinking of alcohol, traumatic past go brr, related to the manga, angsty beginning but it's probably gonna get a whole lot worse in the next chap, pretty wordy; also goes a bit into depth about the feeling of isolation

* reader will be referred to as y/n here, yes diluc makes an appearance yeheyyy

If sounds could have emotions, then the plop your body made as it met the couch was definitely exhausted. You had just come back from the Favonius Headquarters and the walk was boring and tiring, piling unto the hours and hours of work you'd done with Jean and Lisa. Earlier, when you were about to leave, Kaeya stopped you and invited you out to the tavern, which was definitely the last place you wanted to be. Sure, Charles is always the one manning the bar but Diluc always makes unannounced drops and judging from your luck, he'd most likely be there tonight. So, naturally, you declined and did a rain check.

You leaned your head back, staring at the ceiling blankly and thinking about everything your life ever meant (which was to be Diluc's top one struggle, problem, and enemy). He did some pretty bad shit to you after Lord Crepus passed. You gave him what he needed: time, space, and comfort while Diluc gave you the complete opposite.

That's right. Once upon a time, you two were friends—great friends, really. But once someone fucks up that bad, everything you've ever had was tossed into the fire.

Every moment of his eighteenth birthday was vaguely remembered for your head was really foggy and was mostly fueled by a lot of negative emotions. After a few insults here and there, you also recall breaking down and crouching for a healthy five seconds before standing up and telling Diluc how tired you felt. The rest after that, you'd never forget.

"If you're so tired, maybe you should leave me," he laughed dryly and exhausted. You scoffed, running a hand through your hair.

"I never said anything about leaving you, Luc. I'm trying to be your friend here, I want to be there for you but I can't do that if you keep pushing me away!"

The maids had left a long while ago after Diluc dismissed them when you'd started raising your voice. Elzer felt compelled to stay for your and Diluc's support but left as well when things started getting personal. You two had been fighting, screaming for hours. By then, your guys' breathing were as heavy as the weight on your chests.

Hands and jaws clenched; chests heaving; tears pooling. This had to be the most emotional day in your life—it was a big fat lie when you said you didn't remember when was the last time you'd cried. It was precisely mid May, four years ago after the tragic events on Diluc’s birthday.

"I'm not asking you to be there for me," he says, taking a deep breath in through his nose. "I never did."

Your eyes widened at this. Something bubbled in your chest—it wasn't anger anymore. You could feel Diluc watch you as if you were some lunatic, in which you did feel like one. Fighting your best friend over something like this? It was ridiculous.

"You're not thinking straight; you're in mourning right now. I'll come back to check on you tomo—"

"Didn't I just say that I don't need you here? Just go, I don't want to see you again," he looks away, yet there was no shame laced in his voice as he said that. You swallowed, hard. Another laugh leaves you but you shut yourself up by breathing in slowly. It took you one blink to get the tears falling.

"Diluc, please," you whisper, stepping closer to him. Yet he stepped away. "You need someone now more than ever, let me be that someone. I want to be, it's not– I don't –"

"It's not what? An obligation? Responsibility?" He finally looks up, advancing towards you and looking you straight in the eye—his crimson reds glossed in tears just as yours. He whispered as if raising his voice would make the tears spill over. "So go. I don't need you."

You could feel your throat closing up, followed by a sob. Your arms raised to his waist, wanting to hug him, but you pull them back before you could touch him. "Don't hate me for anything. I tried to be what you needed, but if you don't want that, so be it," wavered your voice as you said this, walking backward until your hand felt the doorknob. "I love you, Luc, alright? So I'm sorry if my feelings change."

And so the door shut. And once again, Diluc was alone.

Suddenly, your vision of the ceiling blurred. When you blinked, something wet trailed down your temple. Tears? Oh. You were crying.

A groan left you as you sat up straight and wiped them away. You would drink your sorrows away at the Cat's Tail if it weren't for your deadly allergies. Maybe you should take up that offer with Kaeya. You hadn't thought of that day in a while now. Perhaps it's a good thing you saw Diluc tonight, you two could straighten out everything and unpack all your emotional baggage.

"Good Gods, let’s just get this over with,” you say and get up, grabbing your coat and leaving.

You lived a good few blocks from the tavern. You always had to use the long way because of the gods-forsaken amount of cats lying outside and inside of Cat’s Tail. The walk was never too long but never too short, however, with the number of thoughts running around your head, it felt like it was way, way, way too long.

Although you were dazed out for most of the trip, your legs made it to Angel’s easily. What should you say, do if you see him? Good Celestia, what if you make eye contact? That’s the worst type of interaction anyone ever has to go through.

The night you said it—the I love you part—you initially meant it as a friend. Back then, you’d always said that to each other as a joke at first, like a sigh of relief when a favor was done by one another, or when one of you saves the other’s ass. You two went through a lot and for a long time too, it was natural that some form of platonic/familial love grew in the midst of that.

But now that you think of it. . . at that moment, maybe you did mean it in another way. You couldn’t remember; again, you were fueled by lots of negative emotions. Before you could process what you had said, you were already out the door. Elzer was sat outside by the staircase and was alerted by the door. The minute he’d seen your red, tear-stained face, he stood up and ran over to you and offered to get you a ride home. Thank the Archons for him, by the way.

Before you knew it, you had arrived at the Angel’s Share, staring at the door like some idiot. Another groan leaves you yet again. A long groan that went on for five seconds until you lazily pushed down the doorknob and entered.

“Ah, captain! I thought you weren’t available tonight?” Kaeya greets. Despite hearing his voice first, you already had your eyes on the bar and who was managing it. Despite it being Charles, it still made you feel kind of. . . not relieved.

“Sorry, Alberich. Changed my mind last minute,” you smile softly and took a seat. “Something really strong, make it three.” Kaeya’s eyes flew wide at this, chuckling in amusement.

“Ohoho, what brought this on? Stressful day in the office?” he prods, swirling a glass of wine in one hand while he leaned his cheek on the other. “Don’t answer yet, I’d like to guess.” He takes a sip of his wine slowly, looking for an answer.

“Anything go through your wine-fed brain, friend?” you ask sarcastically while muttering a “thank you” to Charles who had just slipped three glasses of whatever strong alcohol they had on hand. Kaeya clicks his tongue and takes another sip of his wine.

“Too much paperwork?”

“Similar to your first.”

“That sounded. . . oddly sexual? Ooh! Ditched a one-night stand?”

“What? No! Last guess,” you cringe, both at Kaeya and the drink. Your friend and colleague turns to you and looks you in the eye—a very uncomfortable move for you, for some reason. You tried to scooch away, but he scooches closer.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I gi—ooh! Is it love~?” he sings, catching the attention of Venti who had just walked in.

“Love? Now, this is the kind of juice I’d drink that isn’t grape juice,” the young bard grumbles as he takes the seat next to you, furthest away from Kaeya and closest to the wall, a spot he always occupies when you drink with the two. “What’s this about love? Is a certain someone in looove?” Venti giggles as if he were already drunk despite the fact that he was nowhere near touching a glass.

You huff and cross your legs as you down the entire glass. “Mhm, that’s not good,” Kaeya mutters and snatches the empty glass from you. “Seriously, Y/N, what’s going on with you?”

“I don’t know anymore,” you mope into your hands. “Kaeya, did you ever smooth things out with you and L– Diluc after. . . you know?”

Kaeya gives you a puzzled look, just as Venti did. “Why’re you asking?”

“I may kind of, perhaps, maybe have thoughts about doing just that.”

“What? Why? When? Why???”

“Smoothen what? What’s the big deal?” Venti chimes in, thanking Charles for his wine.

You and Kaeya wince at the question, visibly and internally tensing up. “And did I forget to ask why?”

“Exactly three times, and besides, I just. . . it’s been weighing on me—”

“Oh my, GODS, Diluc is the dude you like?”

“No!” Venti gasps dramatically, slapping a hand over his mouth. Your heads slowly turn to him, to which he gets the message and sinks back. “Shutting up,” he says with his hand still over his mouth.

You turn back to Kaeya and reach out for your second glass. “Yes. Maybe. Kind of? I don’t know! Listen, Lisa and Jean were just teasing me and then things got a little serious and when I got home, all I could think of was that day. Night? I can’t even remember anymore,” followed by you downing the glass again.

Kaeya sighs and sets down his glass. “You know that I’m all about helping you but Diluc? As much as I want to be his brother again, him being your friend is off the list. What he said and did isn’t forgivable,” he says, seriously this time. The usually carefree Kaeya must’ve been shocked out of his body.

“I know, I know, but that’s exactly why I need to fix things between us. It’s been four years, Kae. Plus, we weren't thinking straight. When you're that overwhelmed, you would’ve said anything. He did exactly that—”

“So why are you thinking of letting this go?!"

"Because! Despite everything he said and did, and all the swearing at each other the last four years, and the awkward encounters in public that lead to little roast battles, I think everything I ever felt for him is still there. Was and never left," you hid your face behind your hands again, confused and extremely unsure of what to do. Venti, who you kind of forgot was still by you, placed a hand on your shoulder. "Look at me, I'm acting like some lovesick dick."

Kaeya sighs, drinking a bit more of his wine and watches as you do the same. "I think you should talk to Master Diluc," Venti says and snatches a bottle of wine from behind the counter when Charles wasn't looking. "I may not know what's going on between you guys but you should go with my advice 'cause I'm always right," he shrugs and takes a nice long swig that took three whole gulps. "B'sides, it's been four years! That's like. . . four years!"

"Thank you, Venti, for your wonderful insight," you turn to Kaeya. "See? He agrees."

"That's because he doesn't know anything about what happened. You deserve better, Y/N!"

Another groan leaves you, irritated by the fact that you didn't know what to do. "And how is Venti already wasted?"

Kaeya laughs lightly, swirling his glass and begins a new topic, the front door of the tavern opens with a tiny jingle. Neither of the three turn and continue to softly converse among themselves until Charles leaves his spot just as Venti was about to ask for another refill.

"Master Diluc, thank you for taking over my shift for me."

Your entire body freezes. Drats. The entire reason for your presence in Angel's was to drink your problems about Diluc away and to avoid him, not to drink in front of him now while you're still trying to figure out if you wanted to reconcile or leave things as is. Why must making amends be so difficult? Is it a trauma response thing?

"It's no problem, Charles," says the voice you so didn't want to hear tonight. Kaeya nudges you with his elbow, gesturing to the second floor with a raised brow. An easy signal to get, so you slowly move your head to nod, but then change your mind midway and end up shaking your head. The cavalry captain shrugs, asking why. You shrug back, confused about your answer too. "Give my birthday wishes to your daughters as well. Enjoy your time," followed by his boots softly clicking on the floor and Charles's slowly fading away.

"I will, Master Diluc. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Take care."

When the door shut with that jingle again, the four of you remained awkwardly, hellishly silent. Six Fingered Jose's lyre and the hushed conversations from throughout the tavern thankfully made the silence between you all less insufferable, including the occasional loud laughter from the celebrating people from the Adventurer's Guild by the corner. Even as Diluc filled Venti's cup with hesitance and a very evident roll of his eyes, he still felt uneasy by your quietness. No catty comment as a substitute for a welcome? No dissing of his grape juice in his face while calling him nicknames related to his favorite beverage? Nothing?

Admittedly, it was a new feeling. Different, but in an uncomfortable way. You could feel his vermillion eyes staring at you with the slightest bit of concern while he put away the now-empty wine bottle (courtesy of yours truly) into the full crate of glass bottles carefully. Sighing, he picks up the bin and walks out the door to discard the trash.

When the door jingles close, Kaeya leans in. "What the hell?"

"What now?" you complain out loud, making Venti giggle.

"You made Y/N mad~" he burps out cheers-ing to no one in particular before downing the very glass.

"That was so much tension—and I'm saying that, me, the absolute god and king of tension!" Kaeya whisper-yells at you, desperately finding ways to change your mind and forget about anything related to his brother.

“Oh calm down you big baby, I’ll handle things myself.” That was a lie, a cold-faced lie. Sure, you can carry your own weight but confrontation, where your feelings are involved, isn’t your forte. “Just trust me on this, would you?”

Kaeya purses his lips then leans over to Venti, who was already passed out on the counter, and retreats with another sigh. “I have work early in the morning so I have to go, but I’m leaving my door open for you in anything goes wrong, alright?”

Your eyes soften at your friend’s support before nodding. “And–”

“Bring this little guy with me, yes.”

Your fellow captain picks up Venti and easily piggy-backs him and walks over to the door, but not without giving you a small, reassuring smile. You return the favor with a wave. Before Kaeya could open the door, it jingled open, a man clad in black and red filing in.

Here we go.

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Kissing Your Best Friend

Synopsis: A kiss for your best friend may lead to something more.

With — Al-Haitham, Childe, Tighnari

Genre: fluff

Warnings: OOC Al-haitham cause i dont write him much, minor spoilers for Childe lore. Totally didn’t neglect Al-Haitham.

Al-Haitham

There’s a small hint of a grin on your lips when Al-Haitham opens the door to his house. Immediately, he gives you a skeptical look, reluctantly stepping out of the way to allow you to come inside.

“What is this about?” He asks, following your lead after closing the door with a soft ‘click’. You don’t respond, at least not right away. Before, you were excited, imagining what he would do or say upon your lips being on his, bursting into laughter. But now, you were starting to feel the nerves kicking in. As much as you wished you could deny it, the feelings for the Scribe went deeper than close friends. Perhaps this idea was just projecting onto yourself to express your true feelings.

“What? Am I not allowed to come visit you? I thought you said I was welcomed here anytime I want!” You throw your hands up exaggeratedly, leaving him to look at you with a very unamused look.

“You are. But you’re up to something, I can see it on your face.”

“What? No, not me. I’m never up to something,” Your attempt to feign innocence made him roll his eyes. He made his way towards you, and with each step it made your nervousness grow. As always, you failed to conceal from someone as keen as him. He was so close to you, inches away, his breath fanning over your face. The look he cascaded down to you made you uncomfortably shift from one foot to the next, eyes looking everywhere but his.

“Look at me.” His voice was firm, and you didn’t dare disobey the Scribe of the Akademyia. Your gaze stared into the pool of his teal ones, and there he could see how skittish you looked. He raised a brow, crossing his arms, “Did you do something illegal?”

His question made you sputter before bursting into laughter, placing your hands on his waist, “No! I didn’t do anything illegal! At least, not yet- ow!” He landed a playful smack on your bicep, a small smile placed on his lips. His eyes were closed, and he was speaking but to you no sound came out. He looked so pretty, so divine, so…kissable. Your body moved against your brains protests.

His words stopped when he felt your mouth on his, and for once he was surprised. His eyes were wide, stance rigid, and he swears he stopped breathing. When you finally pull away, his stance didn’t change much. You two just stared at each other, and with each second passing your nerves were hightened even more, mind swirling that you fucked up. That was until his next words.

“Do that again.”

Childe

The only time you have felt like this was when you first showed up at Childe’s house at ten years old. A nervous wreck, wondering if his parents would hate you, despise you, ban you from seeing your friend. That very same feeling is coming back to haunt you after all these years, albeit worse, and more complex. An anxiety-filled disaster was not even close to explaining what you're feeling right now. The dish being aggressively scrubbed in your hands was a tell-tale sign of that. The sponge was ripping from your nails digging into it, and the paint on the dish was about to be scrubbed off from the intensity if it wasn’t for a hand being placed over yours.

“Now what did that plate do to you? Other than making a mess, of course,”

His voice made your heart beat faster, making your chest twist in pain with the intensity. He didn’t overlook that nervous smile that you gave him, or the breathless “Sorry,” that was bashfully passed past your lips. He stood and watched you move from one plate to the next, analyzing every little anxious habit you were conducting. To others, it may just seem like you were having a bad day. Yet when it comes to Childe, he reads you like a book. It’s easy when he’s known you for a little over a decade. He knows something is going on in that head of yours. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been actively trying to avoid him for the past month; otherwise, you wouldn’t have reluctantly agreed to his dinner invitation at his parent's. You only said yes because he brought Teucer along to beg you to follow through. Childe knew you couldn’t resist his little brother's puppy-eye look.

“Why don’t you let me help? You’re the guest, and you shouldn’t even be doing the dishes. I’ll wash and you dry?” He asks, but it comes out more of a demand, “Don’t want you ruining any dishes, my mom would be angry at you for a whole five seconds!”

You let out a mix of a genuine laugh and a timid one, hesitantly stepping off to the side to allow him to take over. After, it was quiet. Neither of you said a word, the sound of the rushing water and sponge on the plate replacing any conversation you two may have had. Any dish handed to you was absentmindedly dried and placed to the side. Each passing second of silence felt like torture to the harbinger. You’re usually messing around, cracking jokes, and talking about the most random and absurd topics. All things he’s grown to adore about you. But now, you’re standing there quiet, standoffish, and terrified. For once in an excruciatingly long time, he was apprehensive. He hasn’t felt this way since he left the abyss. He turned the water off despite the remaining pile of dishes in the sink. Your eyes looked between him and the filthy plates, confused as to why he stopped.

Childe turns to look at you fully, his eyes full of concern as he whispered, “What’s wrong (Y/n)?”

You swallow your words, standing still and just staring at him, confused about what to say. You can’t remember the last time he used your real name instead of some cheesy nickname.

“Um- nothing. Why?”

You’re not even sure why you’re so adamant about lying to him. Even you were aware of your distant behavior towards him. But the thought of telling him why felt more humiliating than covering a lie.

“Right. That’s why you’ve been staying away from me like you’re wanted for debt.” You notice the bitter undertone in his words despite his trying to be understanding. And it hurt knowing you were unintentionally hurting him.

“Look-“ His tone turned softer, although sadder, and it hurt you even more, “I won’t push you to tell me. I’m just wondering why…why I’m losing my best friend. Is it because I’m a Harbinger? Are you scared of me? Did I do something wrong-“

“No.”

He stopped, looking at your frame in utter shock at your sudden sternness. Your heart was pounding against your chest as you keep your eyes on the wall in front of you. You refused to meet his gaze, horrified that one look at him and you’ll falter. That you’ll back out on telling him. But you knew you had to for being humiliated was better than putting him through emotional turmoil.

“It’s cause I like you, okay? More than a friend.” Your words were rushed, and your skin was heating up from a mix of embarrassment and nerves. Another uncomfortable silence fell over the already tense kitchen. The laughter of Childe’s siblings playing just a couple of rooms over seemed like a taunt to you, that they’re laughing at you for your feelings and confession.

Your spiraling thoughts were interrupted when you felt a warm hand cup your cheek and turn your head towards the Harbinger before you. His touch, his stare, his smile, it was all so gentle. There was no trace of disgust or mockery in his eyes. Relief is what you saw in replacement of your paranoid-filled expectation.

Your heart felt like it was about to leap out of your chest when you saw his face slowly move toward yours. You couldn’t help how your breath hitched and eyes widen, all of which caused Childe to stop. He didn’t say anything, only looking you in the eyes, waiting for the cue to either continue or step back and pretend it never happened. Much to his excitement, you gave him a little nod to continue, and he was back to leaning down. Slowly, agonizingly slow as if he wanted to make sure that you wanted this. That this wasn’t a dream. That your confession echoing in his head was the truth. Much to his alleviation, you stayed put, slowly mirroring his movements and leaning forward. Each second caused your skin to ignite even hotter. Every inch made your previous worries and second guesses melt away.

The smell of his smoky cologne overtook your senses as finally, finally his lips were placed upon yours. It was deep and slow, him moving with expertise when his free hand was placed on your hip, rubbing small circles with his thumb. It was simultaneously comforting and horrifying. You’ve bashfully imagined kissing him, but never thought it would happen.

He pulled away only a couple of centimeters to catch his breath before kissing you again with more intensity. He pushed himself forward, forcing you to be pressed back against the counter, his hands caging you against it. Your breathing turned more ragged the longer he kept his soft lips against yours, overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all. When he pulled away for good, he was grinning, pressing his forehead against your own.

He was delicate as he talked, admiration laced with every word, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

Tighnari

“Please, why are we here?” You complain through chattering teeth. The harsh wind of Dragonspine nipped at the remaining skin exposed to the harsh weather, rendering your heavy winter clothes useless. The vision hanging on your hip dimly glowed as if it was also protesting the coldness around. Meanwhile, the fennec fox in front of you seems unbothered by The Tsarita’s hellscape.

“I’ve already told you, we’re collecting starsilver for Cyno so that way he can compare the real deal with the counterfeits that have been going around Sumeru,” His annoyance was evident in his tone and the twitch in his ears. Other than the rushing snow, your voice of complaints was the only sound following the two of you. If it wasn’t for his high patience with you, you would’ve been left in a cave somewhere already.

“Besides, I dont know why you’re complaining, from what I recall, you were begging to come join me,” He scoffed, sending a glare your way. You stopped walking, crossing your arms and glaring back at him.

“I wanted to make sure you would be safe! Dragonspine is dangerous and avalanches have been more frequent lately. You couldn’t go alone.”

“I’m starting to wish I did.” His harsh words only made you smile. You walked up to him, wrapping your arm around his shoulders and pulling him closer to you.

“You and I both know that you would be begging to have me here if you went alone,” You mirrored the tone he used for you, a smug grin on your face when you saw the way he rolled his eyes. He shrugged you off, his tail playfully hitting your side.

It’s been hours since the two of you entered Dragonspine. It was the crack of dawn when you made your way over the broken wooden bridge, and it was now almost sunset when you reach the top. A small patch of starsilver twinkled over a pile of rocks, and you’ve never felt more relief in your entire life.

“What? That’s it?” Tighnari said, baffled, “This isn’t nearly enough.”

You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically at his statement, “You’re so unbearable. Sufferable. Punchable even.”

“Let's grab what we can get then call it a night. We can head back down tomorrow and try the base of the mountain.” Tighnari ignored your previous statement as he walked forward, getting to work on slowly mining out the rare ore. You stood next to him, holding the bag open to allow him easier access to putting the ore away. You zone out looking at his concentrated face. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, hands expertly moving the starsilver around to loosen it up, his tail wagging slightly, ears slightly parted, his eyes lighting up when he gets a piece out.

He was adorable. Smart and witty with a sass that rivaled yours. It was hard to not fall for him. You found it inappropriate to love someone who was, in a way, your Master. Despite being around the same age, he took you on to be his assistant, seeing the potential you couldn’t see for yourself when you first arrived in the village. He’s the reason why you’re as strong and intelligent as you are right now. You’re convinced that he’s the reason why you have a vision. He’s the reason you were redeemed. You owe your life to him, so why must you feel your heart skip a beat whenever you’re around him?

“Watch out!”

His sudden shout knocked you out of your trance. All you saw was a blur of black and green before you were tackled, your breath leaving your lungs in an icy exhale. Both of your bodies tumble down into the pit that holds the domain below. You barely have time to react till your back is slammed onto the powdery snow. Even though the thick layer of powder broke your fall, it did little to soften the blow of the forest ranger falling on top of you. A loud groan is pushed out of you when you feel the sharp pain shoot through your body. Your ears are ringing from the intensity of the hit and your vision was knocked sideways, everything spinning around you.

Tighnari stayed on top of you, holding your body close and catching his breath. The thundering sound of rushing snow and rock replaces the ringing, just barely being able to catch a glimpse of the deathly mixture going past where Tighnari and you once were. You took a moment to take a few deep breaths before whispering, “I told you so.”

You went to laugh but were silenced by Tighnari smashing his lips against yours. His warm lips contrasted with the biting cold. You stayed still, eyes widening and face heating up from the suddenness of it all. It wasn’t until he pulled away that you realized what happened. He pulled you closer to him, hugging you tightly.

“Shut up you big lummox. I’m relieved you’re okay.”

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i think i don't hate you ¹

diluc x gn!reader

rivals to lovers; a beautiful thing, is it not? well, not when the "to" takes a bit too long for said rivals/lovers to make a move. in which the reader realizes they might have feelings for a certain someone and that certain someone just so happens to be the man they somewhat loathe.

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tw: mentions of sexual tension but that's kind of it. brief mentions of alcohol.

*the reader is a captain (any division, really, it's mostly there as a placeholder.) no use of y/n. diluc doesn't make an appearance here YET

You could always handle yourself. From birth to currently, you've always stood with a chin held up high. To be real, you couldn't remember the last time you cried.

It was easy to admit that you weren't a very touchy feely person. At first, the lone thought of romance made you gag, which was why you thought you didn't have feelings for a certain sour, redheaded wine manufacturer and that it was just pure hatred and irritance. Emphasis on thought.

You sat across from Lisa in Jean’s office as of now. The purple librarian removed her hat and scratched her head, her other hand held a few papers. “Jean, darling, about the self-evaluation of the Detective Division. . .” she stands up and makes her way to her lover’s table to show her the forms out of earshot. Your eyes stayed trained on your own stack of papers with the sounds of hushed whispers in the background.

The reason for your and Lisa’s presence in the Acting Grandmaster’s office is because she admitted to Lisa’s nagging of needing help. The witch was right though, Jean hasn’t exactly been catching up on her sleep and it’s pretty obvious. The spacing out during meetings, the aloofness, her very serious eye bags. She didn't even have the energy to refuse the help when you and Lisa scolded her.

Hence now. Your eyes skimmed back and forth, comparing last year’s numbers to this year’s. You’re glad the efficiency rates are higher than last year but during the last month, it’s gone down by 20%--most likely because of the Stormterror incident before the Traveller came along. Morale after that boosted.

In one hand held the two reports and while your dominant hand wrote down the evaluation. After a few minutes of writing, you hear a brief, audible “thank you” from Jean followed by a kiss on her head from Lisa. You smile at the gesture as you wrote, softly chuckling to yourself. The sensation of Lisa’s playful stare on you kind of burned as she sat down. “Does your lover not do these kinds of things, dear?”

You look up as you press a period onto the report before breaking into another small laugh with a shake of your head. You look back to your report and continue writing. “No, because I don’t have a lover. Did you not know?”

Silence cuts in. Neither of them answer so you look up to see the couples’ very confused faces. Jean tilts her head and leans forward. “You. . . you mean you’re not with sir– Master Diluc?”

You cringe and almost retch at the thought. “Good Archons, what gave you the idea?” Lisa lets out a sound between a scoff and a laugh, running a hand through her hair. She picks up her hand and fiddles with the roses as she leaned back on her chair.

“I’m quite sure the entirety of Mond thinks you’re being courted by Master Diluc,” she awkwardly chuckles. “You’re sure you’re not with him?"

“Lisa, the last time I checked, I’m a hundred percent not into DIluc nor am I in some relationship with him that I do not know of,” you say as-a-matter-of-factly, not looking up from your report. “Besides, he’s way too. . . serious.”

“Says the one who has done more work than the Acting Grandmaster herself today.”

“Ahem?”

“Sorry, darling, but you know I’m right,” she throws Jean a sympathetic look as she says this before turning back to you, who finally had their attention on the conversation. Had you kept writing, you might’ve accidentally written the wrong word. “You’re just as serious about your job as Diluc is, in fact, I’m quite sure you have a lot in common.”

“Oh, do we now?” you retort sarcastically rolling your eyes and putting aside the paperwork, deciding to take a break and have this ridiculous conversation. “I admit he has a relevance to Mondstadt but I couldn't care less about him. I’d rather have my throat kicked by one of Kaeya’s nonexistent cavalry than get into a relationship with his brother.”

Jean and Lisa awkwardly clear their throats, habitually crossing their legs (a small thing they do after doing the awkward clearing of throats), nodding silently. This makes you skeptical. “Okay, what’s happening?”

The blonde sits up straight and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear before saying: “So you really don't see the. . . babe, what’s the term?”

“Sexual tension? Romantic tension? Tension in general?”

“What? Tension? Between Diluc and I? Yeah, no thank you.”

“Seriously? You don’t feel it? You’re even the only one who calls him informally, you’re also the only one who quarrels with him in a more serious tone since Venti and Kaeya usually just fight him for fun, and you comment on the things about him people don’t usually notice,” Lisa winks and leans back on her chair again. “If you ask me, that’s something.”

Jean nods along. “Lisa’s dead on. Sure you guys fight but it’s kind of like those– and excuse my language– those hot couples with so much sexual tension that makes everyone within a ten-meter radius tell them to get a room while said “everyone” watches you two in said room.” Her girlfriend breaks out into a loud laugh, clapping her hands and stomping her feet. When Lisa calms down, she fixes her hair.

“Specific, but so painfully true. Just finish those reports and do something about you two. It’s obvious you like each other,” she waves off, picking up the next few papers she was supposed to work on. You stare at her.

“Alright, so let’s say that, hypothetically, I do feel something for him. Hypothetically. It’s not like he would for me. Again, hypothetically.”

“You know, if you really didn’t have feelings for Master Diluc, you wouldn’t have said “hypothetically” thrice. Second, there are so many tells!” Lisa laughs again, almost snorting, making Jean smile and chuckle a bit.

“As soon as he’s sure you’re out of earshot or the room, he’d mutter exactly five things he hates about you just to convince himself about something.”

“Perhaps some unwanted feelings?"

“Yeah, yeah, that doesn’t prove anything,” you roll your eyes for the nth time today. This only makes your two friends sneer.

“He secretly compliments you in the tone of an insult.”

“Master Diluc adds a little more wine into your glass when he’s serving others. And he never does that.”

“He also has this thing where he kind of smiles after every interaction with you.”

“Every?”

"Should that be your concern, sweetheart?”

You stare at Lisa for a good ten seconds then shift to Jean for another ten seconds. “At this point, you two are just messing with me.”

“I promise you, we aren’t. Ask literally anyone else and they won’t even try denying it,” Jean says and picks up her pen.

The librarian nods. “You don’t have to make any moves now but you have to realize that you both have feelings for each other,” she reasons as she stood up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I still have a library to oversee. I’ll be back in less than an hour.”

★★★

It was well past sunset; the three of you had worked since morning and you’d just finished. After placing the last few papers into the outbox pile, you took a nice, long stretch. Lisa does the same with her part of the work and stretches for a brief moment before clearing her throat to catch your attention. Both you and Jean pause your stretching to turn to her.

“Keep in mind what I said earlier, sweetie. There’s no need to rush but there’s also a lot to consider. Despite your catty little quarrels, you’d still make an amazing couple,” Lisa smiles softly before whispering a soft “I’ll see you at my place” to Jean before leaving.

The door shuts close and you stand still for a moment. Jean begins to tidy up her desk before walking up to you, placing a gloved hand on your shoulder. “Lisa’s right. You may think that we were just joking earlier but. . . we genuinely think that you two would make a stellar couple. Also, I think it’d make everyone within that ten-meter radius feel better about themselves and their curiosity,” she chuckles before breaking out into an awkward cough. “Just think about it, hm?”

You sigh, dropping your head and slumping your shoulders. “Fine, fine. I’ll see you guys tomorrow, if you need any more help with paperwork, you can just look for me and I’ll try to open up some time for you.”

“Thank you, captain. Goodnight, and please, eat well before going to bed early.”

“Thanks, Jean, and goodnight to you and Lisa.”

This was going to be one hell of a night.

[emjae]

I could write about how capitalism is ruining our society by privatizing everything, including self-expression and art, and, in this case, theatre, going so far that you not only have to pirate broadway shows but have to give them weird vague titles in order to keep them up on the internet, and the fact that this makes it so difficult to find these videos for people who don't have the needed knowledge about this tricks.

Or I could just laugh about the funny silly titles bootlegs get

Feel free to add more titles

[emjae]

Showing when writing: Emotions [part 1]

Embarrassment

blushing

fidgeting

sweating

hiding their face in their hands

wide eyes

crossing their arms around their body

stutters

stammering

shifting their weight from side to side

exaggerated movements

nervous quirks appear such as picking at their nails, playing with their hair, and rocking on their heels.

avoiding eye contact

glancing or staring at random objects

stiff smiles

scratching the back of their head or neck.

subject changing

forced laughter

Anticipation

big smiles

wetting their lips

energized

constant movement

grinning

can't concentrate

clumsiness

fidgeting

questions

Awe

frozen

wide eyes

slack jaw

harsh or erratic breathing

grinning

staring

Surprise/shock

gasping

open mouth

slack jaw

wide eyes

covering their mouth with their hands

raised eyebrows

frozen

staring

stepping back

stutters or stammers

Triumph

Tilting back head and yelling out

fist pumping in the air

Jumping

Roaring

Whooping

laughter

bright smiles

grinning

Anger/Threatening

Shaking fist

Pointing

crossed arms

glares

frowning

scowling

Stabbing with finger

Slamming fist against something

Veins throbbing

Jutting out their chin

Clenched fist

Clenched jaw

flushed face

Eyebrows lowered or furrowed

squinting

Teeth bared

Wide stance

Tight-lipped smile

Rapid breathing

Sweating

aggressive stance

Flared nostrils

Puffed chest

loud voice

Nervous

lip biting

biting nails

blinking

tears

stepping back

awkward laughter

clumsiness

dry lips

dry mouth

fidgeting

darting eyes

wrapping their arms around themselves

repeatedly folding and unfolding their arms

clutching at themselves, their hip/shoulder/stomach

drawn in/furrowed brows

avoiding eye contact

jittery

pitched voice

no appetite or nervous eating so a bigger appetite

pacing

toying with things

restless

bouncing leg

rubbing at their face

scratching

sweating trembling

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[emjae]

jjk headcanons ¹

literally the cutest things i think the jjk characters would do

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tw: fluff,, like so much of it,,,

running back to you for one last kiss at least 3 times

itadori, satoru, aoi, miwa

squeezing or tapping you three times as a silent reminder to let you know they love you

kento, maki, toge, mai, noritoshi, megumi, yuta

that one eyebrow raise before breaking out into a laugh

itadori, miwa, maki, nobara, satoru

leaning onto your shoulder and giving you that one look that's filled with so much love

literally everyone like if they adore you, they adore you. ESPECIALLY when you're alone.

laughing over the same unfunny thing together

itadori, satoru, nobara

them freezing and staring at you while you laugh because you look so surreal to them and they can't believe they bagged you

megumi, kento, itadori, maki, yuta

listening to you ramble about something you love with THAT look

kento, megumi, maki, yuta

just tracing your every detail while you sleep

kento, megumi, maki, yuta, miwa, toge

[emjae]

trust

"do you trust me?"

"it was only one time."

"jump, goddamnit, jump!"

"hold on, I've got you..."

"I do."

"no...no!"

"it's not them, it can't be..."

"listen to me. listen to me! please."

"you thought that was the first time?" "they...they said..." "oh, honey..."

"I'm here...I'm here...it's okay."

"GET AWAY FROM ME. please...please, please get away."

"I'll catch you."

"you can do this! I know you can, come on..."

"don't blame me. you trusted me."

"it's in my nature."

"hah...really? wow. and here I was, thinking you were playing me all along..."

"it was your mistake, not mine."

"you're a liar." "no, you're a fool."

"I won't hurt you again this time."

"trust me. please."

[emjae]

it could be worse?

five x gn!reader

you suffer an injury, a very bad one that involves a missing limb. your cranky best friend and partner lectures you as he does first aid on you before you take off and as he does, you try to contrast his pessimism! something that's not working . . .

0.2k words

tw: arguing/bickering bcs five is always grumpy, mentions of injuries (not descriptive, no blood mentioned whatsoever), mentions of decapitation, mentions of death, one or two cuss words methinks? that's all!

*this can be viewed as a romantic or platonic relationship!

“What did I tell you?”

“To not do anything stupid?”

“To not do anything stupid! And what did you do?”

“Do something stupid.”

Your cranky subordinate, Five, pinched the bridge of his nose between his pointer finger and thumb, clearly stressed. You snicker at his reaction, groaning at the pain in your shoulder as Five tightened the tourniquet. Your arm was now non-existent, having been chopped cleanly off by your guys’ opposing before finishing the little fucker off. The opponent now laid unmoving, their decapitated head awkwardly facing the two Commissioners.

“Don’t laugh. Nothing’s funny,” he hisses, to which you laugh at despite being told not to.

Five finished off the tourniquet, leaving you to mutter a small thank you. “I mean hey, it could be worse?” you shrug, immediately regretting the action when pain shot up through your side. The man named after a number furrows his brows and widens his eyes, clearly not amused.

“You just had your arm cut off! What do you mean it could be worse?!” he practically screeches, not having any of this.

“Hey, man, I’m just trying to be optimistic!” you flick his forehead with your only hand as you said this, “both arms could be gone? Maybe a leg or all of my limbs?! I’m the one with the missing arm here, I’m supposed to be the one freaking out!”

“Well, you’re freaking out right now!”

“I know and your yelling isn’t making it better!”

“Gah, you’re impossible–” Five inhales sharply, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes in hopes of getting rid of his growing migraine. He stands up and wipes his bloody hands on his pants. “Stay here, I’m getting the briefcase, alright?”

“Fine. You better hurry, I’m hungry.”

“Fuck you, ‘cause so am I.”

[emjae]

we'll be alright

alucard x gn!reader

takes place in the szn2 finale of castlevania when alucard bids sypha and trevor goodbye. luckily, he won't be guarding castlevania and the belmont hold alone.

1.6k words

tw: much fluff, angsty ending, sypha refers to you as "them" once, descriptions of dracula's death, trevor has like,,, barely any lines, alucard crying bcs thats how i roll AND function, pre-established marriage, yes he's your husband bcs i said so, errr one middle finger from yours truly but thats about it

"Are you sure you don't want to come with Trevor and I?" Sypha asks you for the third time today, obviously hoping you'd change your mind, say yes, and jump into the carriage. With a hearty laugh, you shake your head.

"For the last time, Belnades, yes. And I'll be fine, trust me," you smile softly, your hands in hers. The ginger frowns but nonetheless respects your decision. She pulls you in for a tight hug and bunches your shirt in her smaller hands as she buries her face into your chest. Your smile grows softer as your hands rest behind her head. "Take care of that stinky son of a bitch for me, yeah?"

The Belnades pulls away with a laugh and wipes away a tear with a small nod. "Alright. While I do that, I trust that catty son of a bitch for me." The both of you laugh, grabbing the attention of Trevor and Alucard who had their own conversation a few feet away from the both of you. "I'll have a word with Alucard for a moment. Again, take care," Sypha smiles, a gesture you return.

You watch as she took off to push Trevor aside harshly to talk with Alucard. A hearty laugh leaves you as the larger man walks over to you with a grumble, deciding to occupy himself by packing the last of their cargo.

Joining him, you lean on the carriage while watching him struggle to do the simple task. Trevor always amused you.

"It's going to be hard getting used to you and Alucard not hissing at each other every five minutes," you hum. Trevor grunts as he finally gets the two bags in the cart. He sighs and drops his arms to his sides and gives you a look; one of confusion.

"We've been together for days. I don't get where you're coming from," he mumbles, uncharacteristically fidgeting with his fingers. You copy his confused look.

"Yeah, well. Both of you wouldn't stop slapping each other's hands like a bunch of bitchy, young girls," you snort. "It was easy getting used to that, but I doubt it'll be the same for when you and Belnades are gone.

The Belmont stares at you for a moment before looking away. He mutters something under his breath—something you luckily caught.

"Yeah, I guess I'll miss you too."

You break into a wide smile before a snort stops you. You did your best to fight a laugh at Trevor's out-of-character confession but very visibly, and audibly, failed. Another loud laugh escapes you, one that had you stomping your feet and hitting the frame of the carriage as you doubled over; stomach and cheeks and throat aching with tears glossing over your crinkled eyes.

Trevor huffs and averts his gaze, obviously embarrassed by your outburst. From behind him, Sypha and Alucard peer over to see you gasping for breath on the ground. Never have they ever seen you laugh like an invisible entity was tickling you mercilessly. It was definitely a sight. Sypha throws Alucard another one of her soft smiles before running over to you.

"Yeesh, Trevor. What did you say that made them like . . . this?"

"Nothing, don't mind it. Just get on," he rolls his eyes and offers you a hand, one you took while still hysterically laughing. The former noble walks over to the opposite side Sypha sat, grabbing ahold of the reins.

Just when a cough tickled your throat, the blond half-vampire walks over to pat your back. With a relieved sigh and a thank-you, you place your hand in Alucard's while he guides you over to Sypha's side of the carriage.

The Speaker and you watch as Trevor waved a bye to the blond next to you only to receive a middle finger from the said man. Your stomach had already hurt from laughing so much, so all you could do was snort at the interaction. Sypha, on the other hand, giggled.

"Ah."

"Fuck you."

All four of you let out one final laugh together before Trevor turned to look ahead. He raises the hands that gripped the reins before bringing them down abruptly. "Come on, boy."

You and Alucard listened and watched as the horses clopped away, a linger of a sad gaze fixated on the back of the carriage. A calloused hand grips your shoulder softly when Trevor reaches out his hand to the side to wave you two once more before retracting it.

A sigh leaves you. Not one that would escape you after a good laugh, or a refreshing drink, or a fulfilling meal. No. For once, it was one of sadness.

You didn't know Belmont and Belnades for very long, but you—all of you became good friends over time. Defeating Dracula wasn't easy, especially for you and Alucard. The man was a bit of a father figure to you. You saw through his death with your husband. You watched your husband drive the bedpost deeper and deeper into your in-law with a scowl and wide eyes. You watched the stake pierce through the black cloak your in-law always wore.

Despite being a vampire yourself and never feeling cold, a shudder thrummed throughout your entire body. At that moment, you could hear and feel your heartbeat. When you walked towards Dracula's unmoving body to see no signs of life, you looked up to Alucard with wide eyes. He had the same expression.

My boy. Dracula barely whispered when he realized all three of you crash-landed into Alucard's childhood room. My boy and my dear girl.

The greatest gift you ever gave to me, he whispered as he turned to the portrait of Lisa, your mother-in-law. And I'm killing him.

Slowly, he trails his eyes to you; the eyes that were drained of bloodlust but now of realization and horror. Horror that he was killing his only two children.

You shake your head, forcing yourself out of your reverie. Looking ahead, the vehicle Sypha and Trevor had boarded was nothing but a dot at the end of the road. You look up to Alucard who stared at the ground, unmoving.

You shifted so you'd take up his vision instead of the gravel below you two, making the dhampir smile. "Why don't we just head back to the castle, hm? We have quite a mess to clean up," you whisper, running your thumb over his cheek. The small gestures you did was something Alucard always found endearing.

He nods with a smile before taking your hand in his, making a beeline towards the castle.

Your trip was quiet, brisk. You'd often look over to check on your beloved, only to see him deep in thought, eyes blankly watching Castlevania inch closer and closer, grow bigger and bigger with every step

When the two of you finally made it to the entrance now rid of the dead bodies (but not of the clutter), you let Alucard walk ahead of you. You walked a step slower than him and stopped when he did. He kept his yellow gaze on the staircase for a few minutes before grabbing your hand. He ran his own along the railing as you two ascended, striding to Dracula's study, side-by-side, hand-in-hand.

"Is this how the castle felt to you," he whispered, as if asking the ghost of his father, "before my mother first arrived at your door?" You frown at this, gripping his hand tighter. He returns the action back in less than a heartbeat.

Alucard enters the study first, fixing his mother's fallen portrait and setting the velvet chair up to face the door and its frame that you leant on. You decided to fix the books which had fallen off of the shelves, leaving your spouse to his own devices.

The room was quiet. Deafeningly so that it made your ears ring. Despite having the books and shelves to distract you, your husband still lured you to look away from your chore to look at him.

A shaky sigh resounded in the room, and it wasn't yours. Swiftly pushing a book into the shelf, you catch sight of Alucard crying.

You take in a sharp inhale as you run over to kneel in front of him, wiping his tears. Your husband keels over to hide his vulnerable self behind his blond hair and pale hands, hoping that you'd maybe leave him alone.

But the both of you knew that's not what he wanted.

Sobs and gasps leave and enter him, shaking his entire body like a fragile leaf fighting against the harsh winds. Standing up, you tower over him and wrap your arms around him—his own darting around your waist.

Your dear, heartbroken husband cried against your stomach, wanting to skip ahead of time to where he's over his father and his mother's death. Maybe even his own—the death of a child who was once so bright and excited; a child who once had parents; a child who was innocent.

Tears spilled over your own eyes. Even you were unable to keep it together for your husband. He could feel you try to hold in a sob—a task that sounded so easy but was only easy to fail. Your hands curl around the yellow locks of Alucard's both of you weeped in mourning.

You let yourself melt onto his lap, placing his head on your shoulder for him to cry on. "We'll be alright," you whisper. "Not now." A kiss was placed on Alucard's pale temple. You let your lips linger there while you mumbled, "but soon. In a while—perhaps a long, long while." Another sob shakes Alucard, but that only makes you hold him tighter, closer. "But we'll be alright."

[emjae]

masterlist!

orange ; live

blue ; animated

green ; games

red + mdni ; work/blog is recommended for 18+

most of my works are/will be pg13! but when a blog starts with MINORS DNI/DO NOT INTERACT, it strictly means that anyone under the age of 18 is NOT allowed to press "keep reading." so UNLESS you are 18 and over, that means you DO NOT touch the blogs that start with MINORS DNI.

i will allow you to go through my masterlist/s but if you're, by any chance, a minor, do not touch those marked mdni. thank you.

umbrella academy

it could be worse? • five x gn!reader

you suffer an injury, a very bad one that involves a missing limb. your cranky best friend and partner lectures you as he does first aid on you before you take off and as he does, you try to contrast his pessimism! something that's not working . . .

resident evil

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the dragon prince

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genshin impact

i think i don't hate you ¹ • diluc x gn!reader

rivals to lovers; a beautiful thing, is it not? well, not when the "to" takes a bit too long for said rivals/lovers to make a move. in which the reader realizes they might have feelings for a certain someone and that certain someone just so happens to be the man they somewhat loathe.

i think i don't hate you ² • diluc x gn!reader

following the acting grandmaster and her girlfriend librarian's talk with y/n about their feelings towards diluc, they decide to act on it tonight. after a few drinks with a few hisses thrown at their friends kaeya and venti, they begin their conversation with the winery owner with a heavy heart.

jujutsu kaisen

jjk headcanons ¹ • jjkvarious! x gn!reader

literally the cutest things i think the jjk characters would do

voltron: legendary defender

,, ,, ,,

castlevania

* note that what i write about castlevania will be based on the anime

we'll be alright • alucard x gn!reader

takes place in the szn2 finale of castlevania when alucard bids sypha and trevor goodbye. luckily, he won't be guarding castlevania and the belmont hold alone.

[emjae]

hi hello! welcome! its finally february ~

i'm millie jaxielle but by all means, call me mj or jaxi, and i'm multifandom writer!

RULES ★

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ageless dni

blanks dni

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FAQ ★

"what will you write about?"

i'll write just about anything! fluff, ships, smut—just give me your character, plot, and general idea (insert salute) and i'll deliver! im a relatively new tumblr user so forgive me if i take a while to figure things out,,

"which fandoms do/will you write for?"

resident evil

genshin impact

the dragon prince

jujutsu kaisen

voltron

umbrella academy

castlevania

*note that i've recently stopped playing genshin meaning that i'll mostly write for the characters i'm familiar with. i will be excluding only the sumeru characters for i have not read their descriptions. canon mondstadt to inazuma characters are all i'll write for/about.

"do you write for other gendered readers?"

most of my work will most definitely be gender neutral unless it is requested/stated otherwise. look below for more.

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yes! yesyesyes! this blog is a safe space for everyone, labeled or not (hence rule 5).

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