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Lately, I've been thinking about Mithrun and the ways he is dehumanized in canon.

Before I get started, we know that elven society is incredibly afraid of death and illness. This is obvious in how they look down on the short lived races and see them as weak and childlike. We also know that Mithrun himself had ableist views toward his brother and these values did not leave him once he, himself, became disabled. He is a product of the society that raised him, but I also think how Mithrun is currently being treated contributes to his view of himself.

Mithrun has had three different caretaking groups over the years. The first are the ones his brother hired for him. From what we can see, they did the job, but we can understand that they did not know what to do with him. No one had ever recovered from having their desires eaten so the focus was less on rehabilitation and more on keeping him alive.

Later we see Milsiril take an interest in him because of his desire to return to the dungeon. Since she did not bother to visit him for decades after finding him, we can assume that there is an ulterior motive here. Timeline-wise, this was when the majority of the canaries had just been wiped out. They needed more men, and Mithrun is set up to be the perfect single-focused soldier.

Honestly, we can assume that Milsiril doesn't really care about him or see him as a person. Mithrun is just a new project for her to play with. We can see this in how she's focused on superficial level concerns like the fact that he doesn't look nice and wanting him to be overly grateful toward her. She also talks about him like he's not in the room and can't hear her. This is a dehumanizing trait shared by many characters when talking about Mithrun.

When he finally does recover enough to return to the canaries, the military does not make any effort to accommodate his needs. We know the canaries are understaffed and the ethics are already bad, but they really did not even try to care about Mithrun's safety at all.

Entrusting a criminal with his care was questionable at best, especially when Cithis immediately took the opportunity to abuse her power over him and no one stopped her.

While acknowledging the light-hearted nature of the manga, it's uncomfortable that Mithrun was treated like a child and an animal by Cithis for her amusement. Regardless of her 'learning to respect him' later, the point is that Mithrun was taken advantage of and degraded because she believed he couldn't say no. No one bothered to do anything about this until Pattadol yelled at her.

Truly his treatment is summarized well by Milsiril here. Mithrun is extremely vulnerable to being abused by those taking care of him because he won't advocate for himself. He has one desire so he won't fight for himself in any other way.

It is obvious that Mithrun was not treated well by his caretakers and this has resulted in him identifying his needs through a disconnected and frankly, infantilizing lens.

I understand that it may have been a translator's decision, but I always thought it was interesting that Mithrun says that he's "not sleepy" which is a childish term. Otherwise, he speaks like everyone else, if not rather posh.

This, followed by the fact that he is responsive to Kabru treating him like a literal infant to get him to eat, paints a clear picture of the fact that Mithrun is not unfamiliar with being treated like this. He responds to it because he's used to it and has no desire to argue with being treated this way. When we consider the fact that the chapter started with Milsiril treating an older child Kabru in the same way, it is likely that she also did the same thing to Mithrun when he was under her care.

In these panels, we see that Mithrun does not believe that he can sleep without magical assistance, even though it is immediately refuted when Kabru takes the time to bundle him up and help him relax. Not only does he fully believe he can't sleep without external assistance, but he states directly that there is no point in him getting comfortable.

As Kabru observes, Mithrun's inability to recognize his needs applies to needs such as hunger and exhaustion, but it obviously also applies to emotional needs. Kabru just wanting to feed him something delicious and not wanting him to give up on life is the most consideration someone has given Mithrun in years.

The relationship they form over the course of a single week is enough to shape Mithrun's behaviour completely. Mithrun ignores Cithis's demand in favour of asking Kabru's opinion. It is Kabru's hand Mithrun takes to pull him out of his defeated state. It is Kabru Mithrun confessed his true desire to.

Do you realize how depressing that is? All it took was the new perspectives from Kabru and Senshi to make him consider the fact that he should keep living despite no longer needing to fulfill his duty. Being treated well could have helped Mithrun much sooner and this shift in the way he sees himself contributes to his recovery going forward.

TLDR: Mithrun has no desire to be respected, but why does that make people feel comfortable acting like he doesn't deserve it? Someone not caring about being treated well doesn't give you permission to treat them poorly. This feels like a playschool-level consent lesson: just because he's not saying no to a humiliating or degrading act doesn't mean it's a yes and therefore okay to do. Acknowledging this is the bare minimum of treating him as a person.

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What would adventuring Teyvat with Wanderer be like if they were in a relationship? Drabble or HCs would be cool!

Hello thank you for sending in a request! Fluff normally isn't my forte but I gave this a try. I hope you like it!

((On a sidenote...This made me realize I can't write short HCs lmao.))

Genshin Impact: Wanderer x Reader

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Adventuring with Wanderer includes...

A lot of playful banter. If you're hoping to team up with the famed cynical Hat Guy of Akademiya then you'd best pack a bit of patience. Wanderer has a quick-witted sharp tongue, but that won't be much of a problem as long as you don't take his words to heart.

You'd be taking the wheel for majority of the planning. Where to go, where to eat, where to stay for the night - Wanderer trusts your judgement although you'd never hear him say it aloud. He's quick to warn you of brash decisions however, cleverly hiding his concern behind a snarky quip.

Nights adventuring with Wanderer is quiet, especially when you choose to camp out. More often than not you'll find him keeping watch outside of the tent, always alert in the case of danger or maintaining your weapon so it cuts even cleanly the next day.

On restless nights you join his side, simply gazing at the stars together as the night breeze brushes by your forms. He seems lost in thought on nights like these. His gaze seems so far away and he forgets to mimic human breathing, it's only when you place your hand on his clenched fist does he remember the present.

Bonus: On some days you may be woken up to breakfast made by Wanderer himself. He's a surprisingly decent cook. (Complimenting his cooking might reward you with flushed cheeks.)

--- d r a b b l e ---

It was a regular hot summer afternoon. The sun's rays shone brightly and the air was hot and humid, the kind that makes you feel sticky the longer you stand under the sweltering heat. It's moments like these when you wish you had charted a course to venture out into Snezhnaya at this time of the year instead of Natlan - the nation surely lives up to the reputation of its fiery archon.

Your steps are slower and your brows are furrowed in obvious exertion yet Wanderer walks steadily ahead of you, the intricate ornaments of his hat swaying slightly as the wind catches it in a gentle grasp.

He doesn't look the least bit bothered by the heat, a fact that you are slowly growing more envious of as seconds tick by.

"Let me under your hat for a bit for some shade!" You said, sliding underneath the brim of his wide hat without even waiting for his reply. It's much cooler under a bit of a shade and you can't help the little sigh of relief that leaves your lips.

"Don't mistake my hat for an umbrella." Wanderer clicks his tongue but makes no move to push you away. You playfully stick your tongue out at him, similar to what he often does when it's his turn to tug at your nerves.

"Then don't wear an umbrella for a hat then." You snickered.

Wanderer's brows twitch in irritation.

"You should be thankful I even bothered to agree adventuring with you. I could be in Sumeru right now, doing anything but being stuck with you." He quips, but there's not bite to his complaint.

You're used to this little playful banter with Wanderer so you can't help the little smile that spreads across your lips as you reply.

"And yet you're here with me now aren't you? Doesn't that say a lot Mr. Hat Guy, oh wise scholar of the house of Vahumana?"

Wanderer stops walking to fix you with a pointed stare, arms slowly coming up to cross his arms over his chest. Whilst you normally would enjoy pushing his buttons you're already suffering too much from the heat as it is. So in an attempt to divert his attention you quickly grabbed his wrist and tugged as you broke into a jog.

"We should hurry before we miss the first fight of the Pilgrimage!"

Wanderer could only roll his eyes in response as he lets you drag him away - a feat only you could ever accomplish (but of course there's no way he's telling anyone that).

"And whose fault would that be?"

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In the mood to write recently but I'm only limiting requests Wanderer x Reader HCs and drabbles.

No NSFW but AU requests and such are allowed.

I'll be closing my ask box tomorrow so feel free to send any in if you have anything in mind!

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unedited.

Genshin Impact: Wanderer x Reader; implied anxiety and insecurity; hurt/comfort; soft Wanderer

「To Feel Without A Heart.」

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The puppet's hands are soft and meek - gentle as though he was handling fragile glass.

He doesn't have a heart but his chest aches with each hiccupped sob and sniffle that shook your vulnerable form against his embrace. The Wanderer's brows are furrowed, troubled in the way your tears do not cease no matter how comforting his hand runs through your hair or how gentle his lips press against your temple.

He has lived through many eons yet those years betray him as his beloved trembles in his hold.

Won't the archons tell him how to soothe you? How to take away your pain so he can have it as his own?

He knows how hard you struggled. How each passing day ate away at your light until you were but a husk of your former self - a puppet simply being held by its strings, of the unfairness of fate. He knew of the worries you held in your heart - the ones you hide away from him with a smile until you no longer couldn't. He knows how your worries of an uncertain future stumble your usually proud steps and how your reflection seems to grow duller and dimmer the longer you stand in front of a mirror.

Oh if only you knew how you looked in Wanderer's eyes - like a treasure gifted to him by the gods.

He can't believe he was ever allowed such a grace.

The softness and warmth of your skin against his. The gentleness of your voice as you call out his name. The strength in which you trudge through each trouble and turmoil etched in your destiny as the stars have declared. Even the crinkle of your eyes as you smile at him widely, declaring your love for him - a sinner with tainted hands - is so ever captivating to him.

Wanderer wishes there was more he could do than gently hush you and cradle you in his arms as darkness covers the sky. Kindness does not come to him naturally but his love for you does no matter how hard he tries to deny his calloused heart.

His delicate fingers reached out to catch the tear that escaped the corner of your eyes as he finally managed to coax you to meet his softened gaze.

"If those demons in your head keep whispering words of deceit, I will trample them for you." Wanderer started with an unusually soft tone as he cups your cheeks in his palms.

"I see you. I see all of you for who you are and you are worthy of being seen." You hiccuped slightly again at his words and felt the onset of fresh tears as his indigo eyes bore through all your fears and worries - as if searching for the light in your eyes he's fallen so deeply in love with.

"And all of you is mine." Wanderer declared. "Your pains, your joys and your anger, I will carry it all with me."

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"Eternity has carved you into my soul . I will hold you until you mend."

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unedited.

Banana Fish ((Ash Lynx x Reader)) ; no warnings

「When Dawn Breaks.」

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𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇…

↪ Ash Lynx who never forgets to spend the night with you before he goes to a dangerous fight.

↪ Ash Lynx who can never tell whether he'll make it out alive so his first thought is to let you know how much he craves your warmth, your love and affection for only God knows if tomorrow will come.

↪ Ash Lynx whose arms only wrap around you tighter as you laid in bed together, blissfully unaware of the silent goodbyes that come with his feather light touches and light pecks on your skin - trying to map out all of you in his mind so when he breathes his last, he'll still be able to remember the entirety of you.

↪ Ash Lynx who wonders if there were happier versions of the both of you in a different universe. How did you fall in love? How did you meet? Were you both living happily living the life of his dreams? Perhaps you were married, living in a quaint little apartment with a toddler than only seems to babble with laughter - filling your home with a joy that no other could.

↪ Ash Lynx ponders about many things and the faintest of smiles tug on his lips. No matter what there is one thing he is sure of, you would be lovely in every universe.

↪ Ash Lynx who thinks that falling in love with you in this lifetime is a blessing and a privilege. No words can describe the amount of peace and tranquility you've brought into his nightmare-stricken life.

↪ Ash Lynx who reluctantly pulls himself away from your sleeping form when the light of dawn starts to peek through the drapes of your windows. He casts you a soft gaze, trailing the back of his fingers against your cheek before leaving the bed.

↪ Ash Lynx whose eyes widen in surprise when he hears you mumble his name, half-asleep as you try to entice him back into the warmth of your covers - to forget why he was even about to leave in the first place. "Aslan". His name had never sounded sweeter than when you say it.

"Will you come back?" You mumble, sleep still holding you like a vice and your voice barely above a whisper.

"I will. I promise." Ash lies, because he doesn't know if he will but he doesn't have the heart to tell you that when you look at him with so much love.

"Take care." You whisper, pressing a soft kiss onto his knuckle.

"I will." Ash says again and in this moment there is nothing more he wishes to be true apart from the promises of a tomorrow with you that he wishes to keep. His heart is reluctant to leave but he knows that he must and he cannot be kept elsewhere except for his duty. With a final look in your eyes and a kiss to your forehead later - Ash Lynx slips out of your apartment and out into the dawn.

The city greets him noisily and the day begins again.

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💌💋 - love letter, first kiss.

satan × gen!reader. fluff.

warnings: very brief angry satan.

content: you've accidentally read satan's unfinished love letter to you.

back to the 500 follower event: here.

the sound of a bell rang distantly in your ears. you looked up from your notes with a frown, locking eyes with satan as he cast you a confused look. “MC, don’t you have devildom law in your last block?” 

“ah, the study block is done already?” you flipped your d.d.d. over, taking a look at the time. “this class is going to kill me. the more he talks, the less i feel like i know,” you sighed. hastily, you gathered your papers from the table, sliding them into your folder. “pass me my textbook?” 

satan leaned forward in his chair, gathering the textbook and the papers underneath it before placing them in your hands. “that teacher was always difficult,” the blond mused while he leaned back again. “if you need help with that class, just ask me. i’ll help you through it.”

your eyes lit up at the idea. “yes please.” satan didn’t expect you to say yes so easily; his eyes flickered with surprise and the tips of his ears turned pink at your eagerness. “you don’t have class this period, right? will you just stay here?” 

“most likely. this library is always more peaceful than the study at home.”

“then, can i come back here and meet you after my class?” satan replied with a nod and a dismissive wave, shooing you away before you ended up late for law class. 

you barely made it in time, sprinting up to the doorway just as the second bell echoed through the halls. exhaling in relief, you plopped down into your chair and settled your bag at your feet. however, your relief was short-lived. the teacher had begun handing out a surprise test, much to your dismay. but another part of you was glad you didn’t have to listen to another lecture today. by the time you finished your test, more than half of class time had passed. with nothing else to do other than watch the clock tick by, you pulled your notes out of your bag, deciding to double check that your answers for the test would suffice. 

when you opened your textbook, an unfamiliar piece of paper fluttered down to the floor. you blinked at it, confused. quietly, you shifted your chair backwards just enough to reach under the desk, swiping it off the ground before straightening back up. with a curious gaze, you unfolded it, the mysterious content revealing itself to you.

My dearest MC. My dearest, MC. 

I’ve spent a long time thinking about how I might tell you these things. I considered over a phone call first, thinking that my voice would get my intentions across. But then it occurred to me that if I wanted you to hear my voice, then I should tell you in person. And I realised further that I might not be brave enough to tell you these things face to face just yet. So, I thought maybe just texting you would be the way to go. It was my main plan for some time, until I saw a character in Levi’s anime reject a confession through text because it wasn’t “genuine”. I ended up stumped. At least, until I came across the idea of a love letter in a novel of mine. And so, I’m writing this love letter to you in the hopes that you’ll accept it; accept me. Ever since you’ve come to the Devildom, you’ve taught me more than any teacher, any novel or any tome ever could. Not only have you taught me practical skills, but you’ve also taught me so much emotionally, and that means more to me than anything. For anyone to brave me, the embodiment of wrath, it felt impossible. But you came in, albeit not as quietly as I would have expected a normal human to come in, and tore down the walls I hid myself in. MC, were it not for you, my relationship with my brothers would have taken much longer to improve. I am still learning how to deal with them, and how to deal with my anger, but you taught me that I am more than my anger, and that I am more than the creature that split from Lucifer. First and foremost, I need to say thank you. For being the human that you are. Though you can be chaotic, reckless, and a bit overwhelming at times, I cannot imagine a life without you in it. You’ve weaved yourself a place with me; with everyone. And now that I’ve had you for so long, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go. MC, there are a lot more things I’d like to say. But considering what kind of a letter this is, I have to at least say it once. I

the unsigned letter cut off abruptly. at some point, tears had pooled at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over onto the paper, where a name should have been left. it was no mystery as to who wrote the letter; he had most likely slid it into your textbook by accident while he was trying to help you collect your papers. suddenly, the bell rang loudly, signalling the end of class. you wiped your tears away with the back of your hand, throwing all your belongings into your bag and keeping only the letter in hand as you dashed down the hallways. halfway to the library, you saw satan peering into an empty classroom, expression rather frantic for someone who didn’t have any classes left for the day.

“satan!” you called out to him, sliding to a stop just in front of him. 

“MC?” the demon shifted to face you. panic was etched into his gaze, and he had to take a quick breath to calm himself before speaking again. “i’m just looking for something right now, i can meet you in the library after i’ve-”

“is it this?” the letter swayed as you held it out to him, the words clearly visible in it’s unfolded state. 

satan acted fast, tearing it from your grasp as his expression changed into something that looked like fear. “where did you get this?” his voice was low, question sounding more like a demand. 

“it was in my textbook,” you said as you struggled to catch your breath. “i think you might have put it in there by accident when you were helping me pack up earlier-”

the avatar of wrath turned away from you. “go home,” he snapped, crumpling the letter into a ball. 

you took a careful step towards him. “what?”

“i said, go home.” satan trembled ever so slightly, his knuckles white as he dug his nails into his palms. “forget what you read, and don’t ever bring it up to me.”

“wait a minute, let’s talk about this.” you pleaded gently, but satan was stubborn. 

without warning, his horns manifested from his head, and his tail became known as it whipped against the floor with a loud crack. “i’ve already embarrassed myself enough by letting you read something that was never supposed to be read by you. i don’t need you to reject me along with it.” he glared at you from over his shoulder, eyes glinting with anger, fear, and for a split second, sorrow. “get out of my sight.” 

“would you just-!” satan began stalking away, but you refused to let this, or him, go. you lunged forward, your hand catching his wrist just before he got too far. satan attempted to pull his arm free, jerking it towards himself, but you held strong. you stumbled towards him, causing you to use his body as a pillow instead of smashing directly into the wall. “just listen to me!” you shouted now, glad that hallways were vacated of students at this time of day. 

“why should i?!” his voice continued to grow louder as he took a step backwards.

“because i’m not going to reject you!” finally, satan held his tongue. his eyes flashed with doubt, but for a fraction of a second, there was hope as well. “satan,” you breathed his name softly, loosening your grip on his wrist. slowly, you slid your hand down, wrapping your fingers around his. “i really, really liked what you wrote.” you watched as his stare fell to your joined hands. “i wanted to ask about the letter because it wasn’t finished. i…” heat rushed to your cheeks now that you were realising what kind of conversation this was becoming. at some point, your heart had jumped up into your throat, beating so loud that you wondered if satan could hear it. “i want to know how the letter ends.”

the storm that raged in his gaze steadily calmed, clearing into the sea of emerald that you knew so well. “you do?” for once, satan spoke meekly. wrath was gone, replaced instead with a demon who had yet to find his place in this world. 

“i do.” little by little, your free hand inched up to his face, hovering just below his chin. when satan made no move to push you away, you took the leap, cupping his jaw and brushing your thumb over his cheek. “how does the letter end?” 

satan made a choked sound. the way you treated him so gently was something he could never have imagined for himself. for someone like him, love was just a construct; it was an idea, meant to never fully appear in his lifetime. but here you were anyway, waiting to hear those three words that satan thought he would never get to say. “it ends with…” satan stopped to see your reaction, trying to make sure you weren’t doing this just to get him to calm down. but you remained steadfast, waiting until he was ready. “i love you.” the words tumbled out, the simple phrase stirring a barrage of emotions inside his already troubled soul. 

“you know, if i wrote a letter to you, i’d end my letter with the same thing.” 

“you would?”

“i would.” 

satan stepped closer to you, his face close enough to yours that his breath fanned across your cheeks. he released a shaky breath, fingers tightening around you as he tried to process everything he was feeling. 

“satan?” he didn’t say anything in return. instead, he cast you an expectant look; one made up of both fear and wonder. “i love you too.”

the tears fell silently, cascading down his cheeks and onto your hands. tenderly, you pulled his face even closer, smiling at him as you placed a kiss just below his eye. satan shuddered at the action, but he refused to move away. you did the same on the other side of his face, catching his teardrops before they fell to the floor. and when they stopped appearing, you leaned towards him again, lips slotting over his. 

satan all but melted into you, affection as strong as his wrath beginning to sweep through him. your lips against his felt both like a tidal wave and an undisturbed lake. your love felt unconditional, unending. and although the situation was a bit chaotic, reckless, and just a bit overwhelming, satan wouldn’t trade it for anything else. 

a/n: pls someone get the reference in the love letter pls pls

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

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#geto x reader

cw; Girldad Suguru Geto, family domesticity / children, fluff. Canon is what I make of it honestly. wc 857

He wakes to the first sounds of fussing, quieting your half asleep whine and gently tugging you back into the comfort of the warm covers with a gentle, “I’ve got it.” Soft smile on Sugurus lips from his easily you acquiesce, brushing away the hair that had fallen into your face to give you a chaste kiss despite how sure he was you’d already been pulled back into the undertow of slumber. 

He couldn’t blame you, siring a new life was more than exhausting enough and being a jujutsu sorcerer hardly offered paternity leave so you’d been doing so much on your own. More than he wanted to but you’ve never complained even with how heavy the handful you’d taken on with caring for his two adoptive children on top of your own. All loved equally as if there were no difference in their relation, in both of your eyes there wasn't. 

Padding quietly from your shared room as he fully pulls up loose joggers in his haste. Taking the time to peek in on mimiko and nanako in their shared room for now, making sure they were sleeping soundly before heading across the hall to their newest sibling. Sliding the shoji door open, met with soft whining and the beginnings of watery cries than what he’d heard over the monitor. 

“Shh shh, daddy’s here,” cooed softly as Suguru reaches the crib in 5 easy strides with long legs, careful hands cradling the tight swaddle at the base of his infants neck and bottom. Lifting her with ease and cradling her close to his chest, gently bouncing as he shushes her until the pathetic cries bleed into content gurgles. 

Opting to settle her body in the crook of his arm as he slides the window to her nursery open. Refreshing breeze rushing into the room, gentle gusts capturing sheer curtains and causing them to billow out fluidly before returning to rest. 

There’s a look of awe on Sugurus face as he bounces the precious bundle in his arm with soft shushing even after she’s calmed in his hold. Swaying as he makes his way to the cushioned rocking chair you’d insisted upon and he so happily obliged, poking at the pudgy cheek of his newborn as she rustles near fitfully to free herself from the binding. Stretching while she fights going back to sleep in her fathers arms, making him chuckle at just how much like you she was. 

How you both act as if you just need another moment with Suguru, to enjoy his company, to steal the time he so willingly offers without complaint. She loses the battle, yawning followed by wet lips making soft smacking from the little spit bubble she blew from nonsensical babbling but her tiny fingers wrap around his thumb when Suguru dries her face. 

Firm grip clamping tightly around more than just the single digit, holding fast to his heart with how quickly she drifts back into slumber in his care. Writhing in her swaddle as if to tuck closer into the warmth her father’s chest radiates, cementing him to his spot because how could he move? Disturb his precious little girl that he made with you? 

Giving him reason to smile in the dreary and tragic life he’s led thus far, that even if the curses he absorbs taste horrid on his tongue the home cooked meal he’s met with upon his return rids it from his memory. That the sweet treats he sneaks the two children asleep across the hall before they finish their homework is enough to bear the process of his technique one more time and another after that. 

That pressing his lips to their crown, his infants forehead, and your plush lips is one of life’s greatest pleasures. That your smiles are the ones that keep him going. 

The ones that allow him to do the same. Softer and more genuine in quieter, selfishly stolen moments with his child like the one he etches into his memory now. Rocking slowly as he hums a tune he’s heard you sing with the girls more times than Suguru could count as he lets heavy lids slip shut to enjoy the curated peace. The soothing sound he creates comes slower until Suguru is sure she’s fallen into a rem cycle, continuing to rock and wonder what a little mind like hers could conjure during the dreaming hours. 

And, come daylight, you wake alone in your too big bed after feeling along his empty and cold side of the mattress. Stretching out with that whine that you do before tugging on his discarded shirt and forgotten sleep shorts, following the same path he’d taken in the wee hours of the morning; peeking in on the girls who play quietly in their room before you check on your newborn. 

Stumbling upon the heartwarming scene of him fast asleep, snoring softly with his head hung in a way you know he’ll be sore for later as Suguru hunches over his child. Dutiful and committed even while unconcious. These were the stolen moments of your own that you cherished. 

Quiet, content, peaceful.

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If You Forget Me

unedited. angst-ish.

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((ᴹᶦᵏᵉʸ ˣ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ))

"ᶦⁿ ᵐᵉ ⁿᵒᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶦˢ ᵉˣᵗᶦⁿᵍᵘᶦˢʰᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵐʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵉᵉᵈˢ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ, ᵇᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᶦᵛᵉ ᶦᵗ ʷᶦˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᶦⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃʳᵐˢ ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᶦⁿᵉ"

ᴾᵃᵇˡᵒ ᴺᵉʳᵘᵈᵃ ⁽ᴬⁿ ᵉˣᶜᵉʳᵖᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᶦˢ ᵖᵒᵉᵐ, ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ᴹᵉ

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You wonder sometimes if you should have tried harder.

Had you set aside your needs and worked harder to meet his would Mikey's hand still be interlocked with yours? You remember his warmth as if it was yesterday and the mild scent of honeyed syrup on his lips as chaste kisses are pressed against yours.

You wonder briefly - in the midst of your sleep hazed stupor - if he ever thinks of you still. You wonder if he finds the ghost of you beside him whenever he gazes into a mirror. You wonder if he remembers the way you call out his name, sweet and lovingly, even when you reprimand him each time he comes home bruised from yet another scuffle - you tend to him with care nonetheless and the smile that slips past your lips don't go unnoticed as he retells an exaggerated version of how he valiantly fought against his opponents.

You don't doubt him though - you never once did.

Does he remember how he used to love you?

Does he remember how it felt like to be loved by you?

Sleep no longer finds you as you start to toss and turn in bed, the blanket strewn across your figure suddenly feels too hot and the empty space that lays next to you makes the bed feel much larger than it actually is.

It was easy to fall in love with Mikey.

It felt like home.

You were enamored by his childish glee and carefree smiles just as much as you were drawn to his heart and strength as a leader. Pride swells in your chest whenever his eyes lock with yours in a crowd of bustling gang members - as if silently announcing to you 'I'm here' 'I'm with you' 'It will always be you'.

But now you know it wasn't the case and bitter bile threatens to rise in your throat.

Because if it was he wouldn't have left you so easily. He wouldn't have told he loved you in the sweetest tone you've ever heard the blonde muster and he wouldn't have smiled as sweetly when you said it back the night prior to his disappearance.

Draken was the first to inform you, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to another.

"Mikey left. We can't find him anywhere."

Had you really meant that little for him not to confide in you?

Had it been your fault? Were you lacking as a lover?

Now - in the darkness of the night - you could only wonder and let your thoughts run to him. Perhaps the both of you really were still just children, simply trying too hard to pretend to be something you're not. Too little for the world to be able to comprehend it and much too young to understand each other in the way you were meant to.

Your gaze wanders to the window - at the blanket of stars and the moon that hung in the sky. You don't know how long you've been awake at this point, much too lost in your thoughts to even bother counting.

Perhaps tonight again -

Perhaps tonight -

You can take comfort in the fact that you're at least still sleeping under the same sky.

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"Goodnight, Mikey."

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ᴮᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿ!ᴹᶦᵏᵉʸ ˣ ᴳᴺ!ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ⁽⁽ᵘⁿʰᵉᵃˡᵗʰʸ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢʰᶦᵖˢ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ⁾⁾ 「ˢᶦˡᵉⁿᵗ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗˢ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵉʸᵉˢ.」

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Mikey clung onto you much a like a child would to its mother. Your shirt wrinkled between his blood-stained hands as he laid chest to chest with you on your shared bed with his nose pressed into the crook of your neck - soft puffs of air tickling you ever so slightly.

It would have been a peaceful sight - an endearing moment - if not for the rusty scent of blood permeating the air.

It scares you - how you don't even flinch at the foul stench after having embraced it with familiarity each time you took Mikey into your arms. The scent of it settles thickly in the air yet you welcome it all the same - like you would an old friend stepping into your childhood home, with joyfulness and glee - comfort ensnaring your senses as Mikey's warmth does little to help you reject it.

"Don't go." He whispers, voice so small you could barely hear it over the sound of your own heartbeat.

"Don't go." Mikey repeats and despite the desperation in his tone and the tremble of his fingers your heart leaps with joy.

You should feel bad about taking advantage of his vulnerability.

You should feel guilty.

The man curled up in your arms is broken beyond repair, plagued with nightmares and stained with sin. The Mikey you grew up with was long gone and what was left is an empty husk of a man whose pain greatly outweighed his existence. Yet at moments like these he speaks as though you are his only savior - his only repose.

Your embrace is a sanctuary, and your love is his vice.

He speaks of you as if you were a goddess sent for his salvation and he worships every tread of your fingers through his hair. You touch him as though he is worthy of your affection and he soaks it all up until he feels whole again.

No one has ever wanted you or needed you in their life as much as Mikey did and you loved the feeling of it, addicted to his desperation and high off of his attention.

But you love him, you truly do or at least you hope you still do.

But Mikey was all you've ever known and you wonder in between the passages of your memories - in between careless smiles and loose-lipped confessions, you wonder if this is how love was really supposed to be.

"It's alright." You reassure him, cupping his cheeks to tilt his face to look at you.

Hazy dark orbs fill your vision and the tiredness within that dark abyss is immeasurable. You feel a twinge in your heart as his brows furrow in disbelief and you allowed a smile to grace your features in hopes of alleviating his worry.

"I won't leave." You murmur into the silence of the night, gently thumbing his cheeks as he visibly relaxes into your touch.

Mikey offers you silence but his lingering gaze on your lips is enough to tell you what he wants. He's always worn his heart on his sleeve, at least he always did with you.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned forward and Mikey does the same. Your lips meet in-between and you relish in the feeling of his lips against yours. Mikey's lips are always chapped, worn-out between his teeth due to his incessant nibbling yet they always taste of the same sweetness as the taiyakis and other treats he insists on keeping on his person. You smile a little at the thought while your fingers interlocked with his. Blood smeared against your fingers yet you can't find it in yourself to care, perhaps this way you could share a portion of his sin. Mikey makes a noise akin to a hum of satisfaction and your heart swells within your chest, skin rippling beneath his touch as his thumb ran over your knuckle as if a silent gesture of thanks.

Your lips melded together in a flurry of heat and passion and your hands traveled everywhere you both could reach. The air suddenly feels heated as you both part - breath coming up in small puffs as you gather your bearings - your faces close enough that you're both breathing and exchanging the same air.

Your lips brush slightly against his as you spoke and Mikey held back the urge to capture your lips again.

"I'll be here."

He doesn't care if it's an empty promise.

"I'll always be here."

But for the moment - as his eyes close and exhaustion settles in his weary bones - Mikey chooses to believe.

͛͛͛ ͛͛͛Y͛͛͛o͛͛͛u͛͛͛ ͛͛͛a͛͛͛l͛͛͛w͛͛͛a͛͛͛y͛͛͛s͛͛͛ ͛͛͛h͛͛͛a͛͛͛v͛͛͛e͛͛͛ ͛͛͛h͛͛͛i͛͛͛m͛͛͛ ͛͛͛w͛͛͛r͛͛͛a͛͛͛p͛͛͛p͛͛͛e͛͛͛d͛͛͛ ͛͛͛a͛͛͛r͛͛͛o͛͛͛u͛͛͛n͛͛͛d͛͛͛ ͛͛͛y͛͛͛o͛͛͛u͛͛͛r͛͛͛ ͛͛͛l͛͛͛i͛͛͛t͛͛͛t͛͛͛l͛͛͛e͛͛͛ ͛͛͛f͛͛͛i͛͛͛n͛͛͛g͛͛͛e͛͛͛r͛͛͛.͛͛͛

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Tiny Things to Love About Shouta Aizawa.

We know he loves cats. But he likes to the feed stray cats in his area, he's done it so often that they all congregate in the same area every evening to wait for him.

He doesn't have much of a sweet tooth and prefers dark chocolate over any other type. He gives sweeter foods he isn't keen on to those around him who do - maybe you, definitely Eri and Hizashi.

His love language is acts of service. He isn't good with words, and he's only physically affectionate towards you and Eri. His most usual sign of love is flowers every Friday, for the end of the week with a sweet thank you. Also, picking up your favourite snacks when he sees them.

He prefers baths over showers. He likes to relax and sometimes he falls asleep in the bath, especially when he leaves the lights off, it's scared you multiple times.

He believes in the paranormal, he finds the stories interesting and he has many of his own stories from over the years of late night patrols.

He's also a great storyteller. He's not much of a talker but when he's telling a story everyone becomes mesmerised.

He literally pretty much only has black clothing. Even his socks and underwear are black. There's a few odd colours that is kept tucked away because he doesn't like how disorganised they look in the rest.

And funnily enough, his pink joggers are his favourite to wear around the house. He bought both you and Eri matching pairs, now all three of you wear them a lot.

He is an incurable insomniac, but he hates energy drinks. They give him the vilest headaches and he generally hates the taste of them.

He has nice handwriting, sort of hard to read because it's in cursive though.

He's an android user and doesn't customise anything. His lockscreen is of you and Eri with cats. But that's the only thing he changes.

He has a love for spicy food and he handles spice like a pro. He loves food in general but spicy / savoury are his favourite.

He doesn't snore when he sleeps but sometimes he mumbles, and he has nightmares pretty much every night. But sometimes he's tired to the point he doesn't dream at all.

He doesn't cry much but when he does he prefers to do it when he's alone. He's only cried two times in front of you and that's because of his past and when he hadnt been able to protect you as well as he could have. It broke your heart.

He loves lazy kisses. Cuddling while sharing soft kisses in between small conversations, it's sweet and cute and it's a reminder of how comfortable he feels with you.

He has scars littered across his body. Some bigger than others and though he doesn't pay much attention to his body he does wonder if you find the scars unattractive, even when you trace and kiss them.

Speaking of his body, he's ripped, big and beefy and tall. To keep in shape to do all the work he does, he needs to stay fit and usually wears baggy clothing so it hides how muscular he really is. He will admit he's most proud of his thighs and shoulders - they're big.

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#genshin x reader #albedo x reader

like you were written for me (ii)

summary: in which i read a lot of pretty things that remind me of a lot of genshin impact characters (back by popular demand, tysm for the support! you all own my heart).

featuring: albedo, childe, dainsleif, diluc, itto, kaeya x gn!reader (seperately)

cw: mentions of childe's real name

personal favorites: childe, dainsleif

a/n: i'm sorry for being mia!! school is killing me slowly hard. also,,, sorry for always giving kaeya angst. i don't even mean to, it's just so fitting for him. T^T ALSO! this is x gn!reader but please let me know if they are any pronouns slips that i may have missed :) enjoy loves!! <3

albedo k. — "from the base of her neck, to the arch of her eyelids, her beauty made a slave of me." adonis.

the air was unsettled as you posed against the rocky perch; a faint breeze working rosiness into your cheeks and goosebumps up your arms. to your back was the ocean blue and to your front was the white of your lover's hair.

albedo sat neatly in the green of the earth, his paintbrush dancing colors across the white canvas in front of him. painting was his passion, and you, his muse. like a true daughter of mnemosyne, you were an endless source of inspiration for him, a constant tickling of his senses and thoughts. he felt like a prisoner, the way your soul captured his own.

but just like he never thought of himself a genius, neither did you consider yourself a model. he almost found it funny, how you could spew praise but never take it. he loved that humble character of yours, but he also wanted to rid you of it. even if for only a moment, he wanted to see you fall for the sight of your image, like he did with each waking moment.

the belly of his brush maneuvered around the portrait, it's bristles staining the linen as it went. various pigments were quick to flood the piece, and it's whiteness soon drowned in the care of it. albedo delicately traced your features into the art, loving the way the brush spiraled over each curve and drifted over every detail. from the base of your neck, to the arch of your eyelids, your beauty made a slave of him.

"albedo, can i finally see it?" your eyes pointed to the eisel.

his lips curved into a soft smile, pleased by your eagerness. he extended his hand towards you, saying, "come here, love."

childe — "that's the trouble with loving a wild thing: you're always left watching the door." edith pattou.

you laid sprawled underneath the covers of your shared bed, cheek pressing against the pillow. though your body sat still, your eyes danced at the door.

ajax was always a busy man—that simply came with his job of being a harbinger. thus, most nights consisted of you under the covers, curtains sheltering you from the moonlight, awaiting his return. most nights, that return never came. but some nights, nights like this one, a certain red-haired loverboy would finally walk through the wooden entryway and join you in your reverie.

his arms were quick to consume you, gently wrapping around your torso. his head found a home in your neck, the tops of his hair pressing against your nose. his affections were typically more dominating, for he much preferred your head to be cradled by his chest, but the fatigue from his work kept him from caring. beggers can't be choosers, as they say.

and it's not as if he could claim to be uncomfortable either, the layering of your bodies was the warmth he needed on any cold snezhnayan night.

ah, snezhnaya. the land of his hearth and home that oddly seperated him from you, his strength and stay. he originally joined the fatui to quench his thirst for battle, to provide a wealth of challenges to test his might; but, it would seem the greatest challenge now was fighting on the battlefield knowing what waited for him at home. though he was still very much enamoured by the feel of his hand clutched around a weapon, the affection he harbored for you grew by the minute.

because who, even a battle-hungry tool like himself, could resist the care of an angel on earth? the warmth of your smile, the softness of your touch? even now, as you both lie together, eyes lightly lidded and minds half-asleep, he finds his self-control depleted and his senses consumed by you. and, though he'd never admit it, he preferred it this way. despite considering himself a weapon, he'd rather fall ill with your love than die by the blade of the enemy.

as you laid there entangled, you both wanted nothing more than to be frozen in time—snuggled so close you shared a heartbeat. but this world was a cruel one, and dreams didn't always come true. a ringing noise from the corner of the bedroom demanded your lover's attention, and he groggily got up to heed it's call. in no more than a minute, ajax's tired expression was off his face and his boots were on his feet. before setting off, he took your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of it, saying, "sorry, love. i'll be home soon."

and then he was gone, out the door in which he came. you were gutted, but it wasn't a new feeling. to be honest, this recurring sentiment kept you company longer than childe did. but you guessed that was just the trouble with loving a wild thing: you were always left watching the door, waiting for him to walk back through it.

dainsleif — "in the crooks of your body, i find my religion." sappho.

dainsleif was never a holy man, the word itself left a bad taste in his mouth. recently, however, he has found himself following someone like the apostles trailed the lord: you.

how he went from avoiding archons to making one out of you, he had no idea. for all he knew now was the sound of your voice and the way honey escaped your lips; the feel of his fingers between your hair and how he wouldn't mind getting tangled in it; the abyss that was your eyes and drowning in the depth of them.

not that he would ever want you to know that's how he felt. after the despair of his nation and the loss of his mortality, he doesn't want to lift you up only to make you fall. he knows the pain of that feeling all too well. so while you said "hello" like an invitation, he said "goodbye" like a promise. but just as the gods broke their promises, so did he.

the twillight sword, named for his victories in battle, moved so gently as he pressed his body closer to your own. he was a dichotomy of sorts, his own personal paradox, with his person splintered into the roughness of his past and the softness of his future. he slipped an arm around your lower back and brought his other arm to rest over your head against the stone behind you, effectively trapping you between himself and a statue of the seven.

even with the close proximity, the blonde moved nearer still, and his pale hair could practically frame your own face.

"this seems rather sacreligious, does it not?" you breathed.

he gave a quick, indifferent glance to the anemo archon's statue pressing against your back. "i won't ask for his forgiveness. if anything, he would have to beg for mine." his words echoed in your ear and you could swear they were laced with poison.

"so you don't worship a god?"

he merely nodded in negation.

"what if i wanted you to worship me?"

"i would."

"you would?"

"yes," he held your body tighter, your gaze more intensely. "for in the crooks of your body, i find my religion."

in a final push against the stone diety, the knight closed the space between your lips; and, though he had never seen the inside of a church, his kiss was like a desperate prayer; fealty poured from his lips and your knees weakened with the taste of it. he kissed you like his life depended on it, like it was the only means by which he could achieve salvation.

his body consumed you—all you could sense was him. his scent tickled your nose; he smelled like sin. his taste flooded your mouth; he tasted like paradise. he was a cursed child of heaven and hell, and you wanted all of him.

diluc r. — "i could start fires with what i feel for you." david ramirez.

the hour hand was parallel and darkness consumed the sky. you didn't normally venture out this late, but you were struggling to sleep and desperately needed something besides laying open-eyed in bed to occupy your time. besides, the latern clutched in your left hand kept your vision dependable and your breathing even. did you really have anything to worry about?

yes. a lot of things, actually.

just after a few peaceful minutes alone, you heard crunching coming from behind, it's volume increasing in intensity as the seconds passed you by. it was a group of hilichurls beginning to trail you with their torches ablaze. you inwardly cursed yourself for your rash decisions and lack of preparedness and began your flee away from your pursuers. your heart beat acclerated with each step you took, the pads of your feet were stained with dirt and battered by tiny, loose branches.

you kept your face mostly forwards, only looking back to track your lead on them. but, as if it were someone's dying wish, your toes rammed into the edge of a rock portruding out from the ground and your face high-fived the earth.

with your unexpected (but not surprising) fall, you found yourself surrounded by a gang of fire-wielding hilichurls, all thirsting for blood. your blood, to be specific.

sighing in defeat, you slid your eyelids close and anticipated your end. or at least, a pain of some kind. but that feeling never came. hesistantly, you blinked your eyes open to find a man dressed in black swinging an enflamed claymore at your foes. with this man's sheer might, you kind of felt sorry for the little creatures, even though they tried to kill you mere moments ago. when the figure finished ridding the area of the hilichurls, the moonlight revealed his features as he turned to face you.

your mouth formed an "o" as you chuckled sheepishly, "um, thank you, diluc."

your relationship with the wine tycoon was...complicated. it could perhaps be best described as lot's of actions left undone and lots of words left unsaid.

his anger was tangible as he half-screamed, "why in teyvat are you out in the middle of the woods so late?"

"i couldn't sleep," your voice was barely audible.

though his anger was suffocating, you saw something else in his features besides fury. was it longing? desire? whatever it was, it looked alien on him.

silence was quick to consume the air between you, awkward glances and tense facial expressions the only communication ensuing. only with this quiet did you realize how close you were to him—so close you could cup his jaw with your palm. eventually, your mouth grew an itch that you needed to scratch. gathering confidence, you finally spoke.

"why are you looking at me like that?" your question was a whisper.

"like what?"

"like there's a flame behind your eyes."

"because i could start fires with what i feel for you." his reply was an oath.

he leaned in, lips touching lips, and all time seemed to stop. no longer did you hear the ticking of the clock, all that remained now was the beating of your heart and his. his kiss was heated in the way that made your toes curl and warm in the way that touched your heart at the same time.

he pulled away for a moment to catch his breath, asking, "and who wants to see the person they love mauled to death in the woods?"

as he brought his lips back to yours, you could feel his tounge slip into your mouth, a gentle yet insistent intrusion, and your body melted into his. you ran your fingers through his crimson hair, silently begging for more.

you were already so close—the pads of his fingers pressing desperately into your back, your legs wrapped around his torso, your scents mixing into a new genre of fragerence—but you wanted more. more, more, more.

itto a. — "his arms became a set of parentheses bracketing the sweetest secret phrase." christina lauren, love and other words

itto reminded you of the time old saying, a bull in a china shop. he was the notoriously clumsy harbinger of misfortune; but, while everyone else thought that to be a deal breaker, you found it to be an endearing part of the "arataki the-one-and-oni itto" package. some of your fondest memories with him were a product of his blundering behavior. one such memory was your first kiss:

waves rocked the wood beneathed your feet. you and itto had been taking a relaxing day trip on the ocean, simply cruising across the waves in each other's company. with the gentle dea breeze caressing your face and the sun's rays warming your skin, it was the most pacific day. until your lover spotted some fish, that is. with the weather as perfect as it was, it was not surprising that the purple-colored fish came out to play, their forms become visible as the neared the sea's surface. itto, his big arms and all, started paddling his palms through the water, thrashing about in an attempt to catch one.

"what in teyvat-" he couldn't see your face, but he could hear the smile in your voice.

"listen, you won't be laughing like that later when i catch you a new pet!"

looking back, he was kind of right—you certainly weren't laughing when this oaf of an oni fell overboard into the water and exclaimed, "help! i can't swim!" despite your shock, you curved your body over the helm of your small, shared boat and attempted to lug himback onboard. you didn't think you could do it, but, albeit arms straining, you managed to fish him out.

despite this feat, you soon realized that you can take an oni out of the water but you can't take the water out of an oni. since his eyes were still lidded even after slapping his face with the force of a thousand suns, you made an emergency decision: positioning yourself over his body, you pressed your lips to his, making your air his air. now, this wasn't as romantic as it sounds—you performed some wild chest compressions immediately afterwards. to your surprise, your rough first-aid skills did the job. itto's lashes slowly parted, revealing those two red eyes you adored so much.

between coughs, your lover exclaimed, "yo, i just had the coolest dream! we we're crusing on a boat and then some fish surfaced the water and then i tried to catch one and then i fell in-" his voice trailed when he saw the pair of humor and concern dancing in your eyes.

"i wasn't dreaming?"

"no."

"i almost drowned?"

"yes."

"you kissed me?"

"it's called CPR, you perv."

"well, could ya' do it again?"

laughing, you folded over the oni, your chest coming to rest on his. hands cupping his cheeks, you pressed a light and playful kiss against his lips. he moved his hands up to your shoulder blades and his arms thus became a set of parenthesis bracketing the sweetest phrase: you. fully trapped in itto's arms, your light pecks grew deeper with each passing second, leaving you breathless when you finally parted.

noticing your dazed expression, he gave you a smug smirk, saying, "told ya' you wouldn't be laughing later."

...you threw him back off the boat.

kaeya a. — "if you are intolerable, let me be the one to tolerate you." andrea gibson, lord of the butterflies.

a knock on the door stirred you from your slumber. flinging the duvet cover off your body, you wobbled towards to the front door of your mondstadt apartment. with a twist of your hand, the wooden entryway creaked open and revealed a pair of estranged brothers. the red-head stood steadily, acting as a pillar for his younger, highly intoxicated yet somehow concious brother.

"would you take him?"

"why would i not?"

you and diluc gently exchanged the fumbling calvary captain, muttering quiet "goodnights" as you went. kaeya's weight shifted onto to your shoulders and you helped maneuver him to a seat at your kitchen table as the older brother took his leave. your fingers held his chin, forcing his face to look at yours. your eyes searched his face, spotting beads of sweat framing his abnormally pale face. knowing he was in need of water, you swiped your index and middle finger through the air, conjuring a stream of water with your hydro vision. you slowly funnelled the adam's ale into his mouth, letting him swallow every drop.

"would you like something to eat? some toast maybe?" you questioned him softly.

he shook his head in negation, but his eyes betrayed him. you knew he wanted something to munch on, so you turned to prepare him some toast; but, it would appear that even his inebriated reflexes were faster than your sober ones. his hands jumped to your waist, holding you in place between his legs. "you don't have to do that. you should go back to bed," he began, his voice hoarse. "i'll be-"

"fine?" you scoffed. "kaeya, you can't lie and expect me to not notice. diluc of all people just dropped you off on my doorstep like a lost kitten. no, you are not fine. yes, i am getting you some food."

"but you shouldn't have to work yourself up over someone like me."

"someone like you?"

"someone self-destructive and sardonic. a glutton, a gimmick. an intolerable individual."

you gave him a tender smile, "well, you must not be too drunk if you can articulate all those fancy words," you pushed the hair out of his eyes before pressing on. "darling, if you are self-destrutive, let me piece you back together. if you are a glutton, let me give you more to take. if you are a gimmick, let me see the real you. if you are intolerable, let me be the one to tolerate you."

holding his stare, your words echoed through the room. you only hoped it had echoed in his mind too.

begrudgingly, kaeya dropped his hands, allowing you to retrieve something from the kitchen behind you. you topped some sourdough with bananas and honey, serving them on a ceramic plate. you sat with him as he had, using your melody to distract him from the voice inside his head. the conversation was a simple as "is the food okay" and "how was your day," but you could see the tension leave his shoulders with every word that left your lips.

with his last bite, his nerves finally calmed. you prayed this peace would never leave him.

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𝐸ᵛᵉⁿ ᶦᶠ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵐ ʷᶦᵗʰᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᶜʰᵉˢᵗ

ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᶦᵃʳ'ˢ ᵗʰᵒʳⁿˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᶦᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵗʰʳᵒᵃᵗ

ᴸᵉᵃᵛᶦⁿᵍ ᵇᵉʰᶦⁿᵈ ᵃ ˢᶦᶜᵏˡʸ ᵗʳᵃᶦˡ ᵒᶠ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʷᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ

ᴵ ʷᶦˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᶦⁿᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ

ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵈᵘˢᵗ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᶦᶠᶦᵉᵈ ⁻ ᵐʸˢᵗᶦᶜ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳʷᵒʳˡᵈˡʸ ᶦⁿ ᵃˡˡ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈ ⁻

ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵖᵃˢᵗ. ᴹʸ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ.

ᴬⁿᵈ ᶦᶠ ˡᵒᵛᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃˢ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᵗᵉ ⁻

ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵉʳᶦˢʰ ᶠᵒʳ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵐʸ ᵈᵒᵒᵐ ⁻

ᴵ ʷᶦˡˡ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ.

ᴵᵗ ʷᶦˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘ.

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Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Genre: Fluff

The times you get to go on dates with Shinsou are far and in between now that he's been accepted into the hero course

That meant less time together even on weekends which used to be an unspoken commitment of bad horror movies, popcorn and a cuddle session underneath Shinsou's blankets as you both laugh and cringe at the badly chosen movie

It wasn't your fault you missed him terribly enough to tease him into a constant shade of red as weeks of pent up affection and love just threatened to burst

And it wasn't your fault he just looks so damn adorable when he blushes - eyes pointedly avoiding everywhere but your own and hands automatically coming up to fiddle with the ghost of his mask by habit

"Your lips look a little lonely."

"What the hell is it this time (y/n)?"

"I should put mine over them instead."

Bro tried so hard not to whip his head back at you in disbelief

Did you really just say that?

In front of the entire class 1-A?

At dinner???

Needless to say the entire table erupted in a chorus of teasing "ooohs" and whistling which did nothing to help calm the flush on Shinsou's cheeks

So much for his cold and brooding thing going on - you always manage to throw him off his groove

And you would constantly try to reach up to him by standing on your tip toes to ask for a peck

He had half a mind to kick your ankle (lovingly) underneath the table but you look so proud of yourself with that lovesick expression on your adorable face that he couldn't bring himself to

You clung to him for the rest of the day after dinner, making the most of your time together before having to trudge back up to your own dorm

Your hands would contantly find its way to fit into his

Your arms would wrap around his waist every time he came within reach

And you would constantly try to reach his lips on your tippy toes, clinging to his shirt as you ask

"Come on 'Toshi just one?"

"That's what you said five kisses ago."

He gives in anyways

Shinsou may deny it in front of his fellow classmates but just know that your affection and silly antics are enough to bring a smile to his lips each time

He isn't an easy person to fluster - but he's just so much in love with you that even the tiniest gestures make his heart skip a beat

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How do you think Shinsou would react if he saw his s/o wearing purple more often?

Shinsou brainrot part 3 ty for u time <3<3

Ok so he wouldn't immediately know bc it's just a color and he believes that anyone can wear what they want

But when he realized his purple sweater went missing right after he slept in your dorm, he gets a little sus

And when he saw it, early in the morning, he was making himself some coffee and he hears rustling, prepared to greet whoever it was. But then it was you, rubbing sleep from your eyes are you sleepily smile at him.

He drools. Like he was drinking his coffee and then he pretty much let it back into his mug. Desgostang. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling but he couldn't help but look at you and his sweater and the way it hugs your figure :(

He insisted you keep it after you tried to give it back to him.

It started with the sweater but then rings, with purple gems on them, which he would always marvel at whenever you two hung out or went on dates or whatever

And then earrings, purple studs, hopps, nose piercing anything regarding jewelry he thinks you look good in, fr fr

Then clothing and omg

Yk the audio where it's like Mr krabbbs and it proceeds w a rly weird moan? Yeah mf was ascending.

When you wore a purple dress/suit with purple accents? Was a goner, kept in mind he's gotta get u a purple promise ring. Fr fr he thinks and looks and searched and everything is so expensive and omg he would most definitely go broke for you.

His favorite though is purple nails. Hair even. If you got your hair dyed or done with purple he might cry, his heart might swell and explode bc he thinks u look so cute :(( the nails make him so happy though bc he imagines them scraping against his scalp and he rests so easy like that :((

Purple lip gloss and lipstick bc they leave some pigment on his lips and always takes a picture of ur and his lips so he can treasure it afterwards bc he's such a simp for u

K bye

《 SUPER !! 》

@kiiraes @levistiddies @jacuzziwaters

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Aizawa Shouta who naturally gravitates to the kitchen the moment he rouses from his sleep, sheets strewn across the mattress as his feet pads towards the sound of your humming.

He makes a mixed noise of a grunt and a grumble before slotting himself behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist. His taller frame envelopes you easily and you feel even smaller than you actually are when he peers over you to ask and check what you're cooking.

"Just something simple really," you answer with a satisfied hum, hands coming up to rest into his nest of hair he refuses to trim, "you can wash up first while I finish. Then we can go back to bed and catch some more sleep."

Aizawa hums lowly before taking your hand and resting it against his cheek, purposefully nuzzling his stubble against your palm which earns him a surprised yelp and a slap to his arm.

You feel him chuckle against you even as you grumble - the noise deep and rich against your ear as he leans down to leave a small peck on your cheek.

It's mornings like these he doesn't mind waking up more to. Basking in the morning sun and the warm glow of your smile that bathes the kitchen in a happiness he's never known to have.

He drops his head to rest against your shoulder, nose nuzzling against the skin and wrapping him in your scent.

Sometimes there's just some things that are worth waking up for at the goddamn hour of 6 am on a weekend morning.

But he'd be damned if he had to admit that directly to your face. He knows you'll act all smug about it.

He scoffs a little at the thought of it and then Aizawa figures - the warmth you embrace him with and the joy that jumps in his heart as you do - will be a secret he'll keep to his grave.

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!! 1 am brainrot I literally just slapped on whatever I thought of I'm sorry !!

Soulmate AU where soulmates share the same injuries/pain

Hitoshi Shinsou has never once considered the possibility of ever meeting his soulmate for a second. Only a handful of people were apparently ever able to meet their fated half - and the ones who don't - still find love in different ways.

It never bothered him.

But that doesn't change the fact that his mind somehow drifts to the poor soul unfortunate enough to have been paired up with him whenever he sees a new bruise flower on his previously unmarred skin or a new cut around the edges of his fingertips.

He wonders briefly if they were clumsy. The cuts and bruises around his knees, elbows and fingers - and sometimes even the occassional painful stub of his toe - was surely indication enough.

Shinsou ponders over the fact often enough, perhaps even fantasizes how his soulmate would be but never goes past beyond treating it a mere daydream. He has way too much on his plate.

Imagine his surprise when the teacher announces the arrival of a transfer student during the middle of homeroom and almost immediately feels the sharp pain in his shoulder as the transferee quite literally rammed their side against the door.

There's an invisible force tugging him to look at them. The more rational part of him insists to count the number of bandaged fingers, to hold up his hands and compare them and so he does, albeit looking a bit stupidly as he glances back and forth at the figure nursing their shoulder.

One...Two...Three...

Six. He counted a total of six colorful bandages wrapped around lithe smaller fingers.

Lilac eyes drifted down to his own fingers, confirming his own count in case he's gotten it incorrectly.

One...Two...Three...

..Six.

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Real.

Fandom: Genshin Impact  Pairing: Albedo x Reader

((HC Format)) !!Warnings!!: major character death, grief, obsessive behavior (?)

Third-person POV in the first half but it’ll make sense later on (I hope) !!A bit long and messy so second half will be under the cut!!

((I am so tempted to turn this into a multi-chapter fic but I suck at updating because my motivation to write only comes very randomly but I will be posting drabbles about certain scenarios about this AU.))

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Albedo had never been one to believe in things such as love and fairytales. He was a man of science, of practicalities and facts. Yet the very moment his eyes laid on her - with your sun-kissed skin and bright smile - he was sure it was love at first sight

Like in the fairytales he often read to Klee before bedtime, time felt as if it had been brought to a stand-still and nothing else resounded in the air except the sound of her joyous laughter

Imagine his surprise when she was the first to confess. The most adorable shade of red dusting his cheeks despite trying his absolute best to remain calm and nonchalant in front of the prospect of spending his days together with her

Needless to say, he accepted and was quick to tell her that her feelings were reciprocated

And as cliche as it was, life was perfect

Until tragedy struck and Albedo was left to kneel in front of her cold, lifeless corpse buried beneath piles of snow below one of Dragonspine’s many mountain peaks - asking whatever higher being there was to exist why? why did it had to be her? why couldn’t he have been there for her? why? ..Why? ....Why?

Everything after that was a blur

The culprit responsible for her death was apprehended, a funeral was held and she was buried in the graveyard behind the chapel

Albedo was silent the entire time, eyes devoid of any emotion yet his knuckles turned white from the sheer force of the grip he has on the hem of his shirt

He wouldn’t allow it. Things couldn’t end just like this.

So he picked himself up - willed himself away from the mourning crowd as friends and family huddled against each other to comfort them in their grief - and trudged back up to his lab in the unforgiving cold

Nobody saw him for weeks and months on end. Except for the occasional trip to town to restock on supplies but he would always leave before anyone else could speak a friendly word

Everyone wrote it off as him still being riddled with grief, they knew how important she was to him after all and it made sense if the alchemist was still unable to move on from her death

What they didn't know was that Albedo had something entirely different up his sleeve

If his master could make him - breathe life into him and make him alive - then surely he could as well, there was nothing on heaven or earth that said he wouldn't come to the same conclusion, the same formula or recipe that his master had come up with. No matter how long it took he was determined to make it work.

And finally after years of toil and countless of days spent hunched over his desk, scribbling formulas and discarding empty failed husks -

He's finally done it.

A homonculus - a spitting image of his lover, crafted with careful and loving hands - a perfect clone, imperfections and all

He waited with bated breath

and waited and waited

And just when he was convinced it was yet another failure, your eyes fluttered open - irises the same shade of (e/c) that Albedo missed dearly

"Can you...can you hear me?"

Slowly and a bit groggily, you lolled your head towards the direction of his voice and his face lit up in a smile despite the exhaustion finally sinking into his bones

Fresh tears started to stream down turquoise eyes and as perplexed as you were from the sudden show of emotion you could do nothing but idly stare at him as he pulled you into his arms, sobbing into your shoulder as he repeated a name like a mantra between sobs

"..Who?"

Your voice came out scratchy and foreign and Albedo held you tighter against him the moment you spoke

He stays like that a couple of moments more before reluctantly peeling himself away from you and cupping your cheeks with gentle hands

"(Y/n)...that's your name."

"Mine?"

He nods and a faint ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips

"You and I are lovers..." He said, gingerly tucking away a loose strand your hair behind your ear, "and I missed you dearly."

You don't understand his words, at least not yet, but you allow him to welcome you into his embrace and you weakly lift your arms to return the gesture

Soothed by the feeling of his fingertips threading through your hair and lulled into comfort by the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes

His heart soars at your touch

"I'll protect you this time."

"This time I'll do better."

"I won't let you get taken away from me either, I swear it as long as I live."

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