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Mr. Sheriff 😮‍💨 work in progress

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Talk about interesting family dinners 😹

Dark Captain Hook X Peter Pan's Mother! Reader

The ocean was not kind to a woman alone, your small boat had been ripped from its course during a violent storm.

Rain, wind, and waves had taken everything but your desperate will to find your son.

You clung to the mast as the waters swallowed the horizon, whispering his name again and again like a prayer.

"Peter… my Peter…"

Darkness took you.

And when you awoke

There was warmth, and the creaking of wood, with the scent of sea brine and smoke.

You blinked blearily, finding yourself wrapped in heavy wool, laying on an old cot within the quarters of a grand ship.

The floorboards groaned, a shadow crossed the threshold.

He entered like thunder.

Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in crimson and obsidian, a dark hat perched atop long black curls.

The gleam of his hook caught the firelight. But it was his eyes that frightened you most, intense brown eyes with dark lashes.

"Well, well," he purred, his voice smooth as velvet yet edged with danger.

"What have we here? A mermaid without her tail?"

His crew chuckled, but you barely registered them, your mind still on Peter.

"I need to find my son," you gasped, desperation clawing at your chest.

You hesitated, but the truth spilled from your lips before you could stop it.

"Where am I?" you managed, setting up.

"You are aboard The Jolly Roger, my dear," he replied.

The captain tilted his head, intrigued. "And who, pray tell, is your son?"

You hesitated, but the truth spilled from your lips before you could stop it, doubting that the stranger could possibly know who your son is.

"Peter Pan."

Silence.

Then, the captain’s expression shifted, surprise, fury, then something far more unsettling fascination.

A slow, wicked smile paints his lips.

"Peter Pan's mother" he mused, crouching down to your level.

His hook traced the air near your cheek, not touching, but close enough to make your breath hitch.

"How ironic."

"You have been searching for him, haven't you?" he asserts.

"That wretched little boy who refuses to grow up, who abandoned you for years." His voice filled with venom, not for you, but for Peter.

"Years? it has only been a month, and he has not abandoned me!" You exclaim, feeling frustrated by his words.

Hook's eyes narrowed, studying your face with an intensity that made you shiver.

"A month?" He laughed, but there was no humor in it.

"My dear woman, time moves differently in Neverland, what feels like a month to you has been years here, years of that boy's reckless games, his cruel pranks."

You shook your head, refusing to believe it. "You're lying."

"Am I?" He stood, towering over you.

"Tell me why I would lie to you?"

When you keep silent, Captain Hook seizes the opportunity, curling his gloved fingers around your hand with unsettling gentleness.

He lifts it slowly to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Well now, since we are family, why not become better acquainted?" he murmured, his tone rich with mockery and charm.

"I find myself most intrigued by the woman who birthed that insufferable wretch who haunts my days like a curse."

You pulled your hand back sharply, the warmth of his lips still burning against your skin. "I need to leave. I need to find Peter."

But as you moved to stand, Hook's hook shot out, the curved metal pressing against your shoulder with just enough pressure to keep you seated. His smile never wavered, but his eyes hardened like winter storms.

"Oh, but my dear, you misunderstand your situation entirely." His voice remained silky, but underneath lay steel.

"You see, you are not a guest aboard my ship. You are a leverage."

Your heart beat against your ribs.

"What do you mean?"

"That boy has cost me a hand, my dignity, and countless sleepless nights, but now..."

He gestured grandly with his good hand, "Now I have something he values more than his own eternal youth, his mother."

"You can't keep me here!"

Hook's laugh was rich and dark.

"Can't I? Look around you, love. We're surrounded by endless ocean, and my crew is extraordinarily loyal, should you attempt to leave..." He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"...Well, let's just say the sharks haven't been fed in days, and they do so enjoy fresh meat."

The threat hung in the air like smoke.

You felt tears prick your eyes, but refused to let them fall.

"Now then," Hook continued, straightening his coat,

"You will find your accommodations quite comfortable, you'll dine with me each evening, and perhaps you'll tell me stories of young Peter's childhood, I also find myself curious about you."

﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏

Months Later...

The routine had become sickeningly familiar. Hook would visit you daily, bringing meals and engaging in what he called "civilized conversation." He spoke of literature, of the sea, of everything except letting you go.

Slowly, horrifyingly, you began to understand his lonely existence, even as you despised him.

He never harmed you physically, but his presence was a constant reminder of your captivity.

The hook that had once threatened now traced patterns in the air as he spoke, a nervous habit you had come to recognize.

That night, you heard it, a familiar sound that made you hopeful.

The distinctive crow of a rooster, Peter's signal.

You rushed to the small porthole, and there he was, hovering outside the ship, his green outfit unmistakable against the star-filled sky.

Still a boy, still your Peter, but his eyes held a fury you'd never seen before.

"Mother!" he called, his voice carrying over the water.

Captain Hook appeared beside you with predatory grace, his hook glinting as it curved around your waist.

"Ah, right on schedule. Tell me, Peter," he called through the window,

"Did you miss your dear mother? Because she's been such delightful company these past months."

Peter's face twisted with rage.

"Let her go, Hook! This is between us!"

"Oh, but it's so much more interesting now, isn't it?" Hook's voice was honey over poison.

"You see, your mother and I have become quite close. Haven't we, darling?"

Your stomach churned as Hook's meaning became clear.

"Peter, don't listen to him!"

But Peter's eyes widened in horror as Hook produced a simple gold band from his pocket, sliding it onto your finger despite your struggles.

"Congratulations, my boy," Hook said with malicious satisfaction.

"You may call me stepfather now."

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Help me, employment jelly, you are my only hope 🙏🙇

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👀

zhongli x reader. you wouldn't want to anger the god of contracts now, would you?

cw suggestive

the tea grows cold between you, but neither of you seem to mind.

zhongli’s gaze is steady and unblinking, a deep amber twinkle that resonates within you, as he watches you from across the table. his posture is impeccable, every motion ever so deliberate, yet there’s something in the air tonight that’s… thicker than usual.

“you’re being bold,” he remarks softly, a purr beneath his composed words.

you only smile, feigning innocence, leaning in just enough for your knee to brush against his beneath the table. “and you enjoy it,” you reply, voice light, teasing. “don’t you, my lord?”

for a brief moment, something flickers in his gaze—something ancient, sharp, and heavily amused.

he stands from his seat and walks over to you, slow and graceful, closing the distance between you with ease. his gloved fingers lightly brush against your chin, tilting your face toward him. 

“careful,” zhongli murmurs, honeyed voice dipping low, warm but laced with a certain warning. “you wouldn’t want to anger the god of contracts now, would you?”

his breath ghosts over your lips, words sinking into your skin like water and lava all at once. his thumb traces the edge of your jaw ever so gently, but there’s an unmistakable weight behind it. a promise, a threat, or perhaps…

an invitation.

your pulse quickens, but you refuse to look away. “and if i did?” you whisper, daring, breathless, face inching closer to his.

zhongli’s eyes glimmer, molten gold like the surface of mora, as your words of challenge settle between you. the corner of his lips lifts just barely—a rare thing, that faint, knowing smile. you’ve stepped into dangerous territory, and he intends to remind you exactly who you’re dealing with.

without warning, he pushes you against the table, his hand sliding from your jaw down the curve of your throat slowly until his fingers rest lightly at the hollow between your collarbones. a caress that leaves you utterly breathless.

“then allow me,” zhongli murmurs, voice a harmless threat, against your neck, “to remind you of liyue’s oldest law…”

he leans upward, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

“that every contract… must be honored.”

his other hand comes to rest at your waist, grip firm enough to make your breath hitch.

but it was not unkind. no, never unkind when it comes to you.

“and those who would play games with the god of contracts,” his voice grows softer, deeper, dripping with dangerous amusement, “must be prepared to offer something of equal value in return.”

you feel him smile against your skin, impossibly close now, his breath warm and maddening. 

“now,” he continues, his thumb dragging slowly down your garments in a stroke that makes your heart race, “what exactly are you willing to give me… to settle this little debt of yours?”

his words settle deep within you, an air of possessiveness as he grips the fabric of your clothing, but it’s in the way he waits for your answer, patient and unwavering, that steals your breath entirely.

because you know, in this moment, the lord of geo already has you trapped in a contract you never intended to escape.

and judging by the glint in his eyes… he’s enjoying every second of it.

prompt (60. "you wouldn't want to anger the god of contracts, would you?") ⓒ @yostresswritinggirl

dividers ⓒ @bbyg4rlhelps

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Kaeya x NoobKnight!Reader

You were assigned to the Knights because of your “potential.” No one told you what that actually meant.

1. You show up to the headquarters three hours early, standing at attention in front of a fancy looking door until a certain captain walks by and tells you the door leads to a broom closet. “Darling… that’s the broom storage.”

2. During your first patrol, Kaeya is walking beside you, explaining the route, and you suddenly trip over absolutely nothing. He catches you effortlessly, raises an eyebrow, and whispers: “Falling for me already?”

3. You get so flustered when he talks to you, you call him “Captain Sir Mister Kaeya”. He absolutely loves it. “Captain Sir Mister Kaeya… I could get used to that, sweetheart.”

4. You have no idea how to flirt, so you just stand stiffly and say things like: “Your hair is nice. It looks like… the night. With… strands. Like silk. Of...moon” Kaeya just grins like he’s being serenaded.

5. You once brought your sword to the kitchen after hearing it was weapon maintenence day and asked ( very seriously ), "Where is the dish soap for blades?" Kaeya nearly cried laughing.

6. He starts making it a habit to ‘randomly’ appear wherever you are during your patrols, under the excuse of 'checking up on the new recruits' even though your fellow new recruits tell you he has never showed up during their partrols.

7. Your first time helping during an emergency, you panicked and threw your sword....at a bush. Kaeya still teases you about it- "Captain Kaeya, I thought I saw it move my way! I just listended to my instinct!"

"Your instinct told you to throw you only weapon to you enemy and leave yourself completely defenseless?"

8. You tried to write a report for the first time and used the phrase “hostile nature entity” instead of “slime.”

Kaeya framed it. It’s on his office wall.

9. One time you forgot to knock and accidentally walked into Kaeya’s office while he was changing shirts.

You froze.

“Would you like a chair, or are you going to stand there and take notes?”

"I-"

"Recruit, your nose is bleeding."

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Masterlist

🌀Khaenri'ah/Abyss🌀

Main Masterlist:

Dansleif:

Meet Cute - Fluff - Requested >>> How you meet Baizhu, Dainsleif, and Enjou

Confession - Fluff, Requested >>> He confesses his feelings for you.

Mirrors - Fluff, Requested >>> You have the same powers as him.

Rescue - Fluff, Requested >>> Saving him from danger.

What's Up Short Stuff? - Fluff, Requested >>> Short reader

Artist S/O - Fluff, Requested

Relationship HCs - Fluff, Requested

Loving Him No Matter What - Fluff, Requested

Favourite Place to Kiss - Fluff, Requested

Falling for a Librarian, Pt 2 - Fluff, Requested

Touch Starved - Fluff, Requested

Soft Smut - Smut, Requested

Feeling Nostalgic - Requested

Enjou:

Meet Cute - Fluff - Requested >>> How you meet Baizhu, Dainsleif, and Enjou

Confession - Fluff, Requested >>> He confesses his feelings for you.

Rescue - Fluff, Requested >>> Saving him from danger.

New Abilities - Fluff, Requested >>> You show him your new vision that coincidentally matches his.

What's Up Short Stuff? - Fluff, Requested >>> Short reader

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Masterlist

Kaeya - Masterlist 2

Artist S/O - Fluff, Requested

Big Dick Kaeya - Smut, Requested

Braces Insecurity - Fluff, Requested

Fuckbuddies - Unrequited Love (Kaeya), Requested

Protective Older Sibling - Fluff, Requested

Amputee Reader - Fluff, Requested

Reader Likes Hickeys - Suggestive, Requested

Goth S/O - Fluff, Requested

Walking in on Reader Practicing Song for Him - Fluff, Requested

Dendro Vision Reacts to Reader's Emotions - Fluff, Requested

Sick Reader - Fluff, Requested

Mercenary Reader - Fluff, Requested

First Time - Suggestive, Requested

S/O W/ Cute Aggression - Fluff, Requested

Fear of Falling In Love - Fluff, Requested

Pampering Kaeya - Fluff, Requested

Styling Kaeya - Fluff, Requested

Fucking In His New Outfit, Pt. 2 - Smut, Requested

Ace Reader - Fluff, Requested

Crying During Sex When He Comes Home - Suggestive, Requested

Death Personified S/O - Fluff, Requested

Overworked Reader - Fluff, Requested

S/O Gushes When Drunk - Fluff, Requested

Friends W/ Benefits to Lovers - Suggestive, Requested

S/O Writes Relationships Like Theirs - Fluff, Requested

Injured By Fireworks - Fluff, Requested

Dancing in the Rain - Fluff, Requested

S/O Stares At Them - Fluff, Requested

Blowing Kisses - Fluff, Requested

Pressing Him Into Your Chest - Fluff, Requested

Footsies - Suggestive, Requested

Biker Kaeya/Author Reader - Fluff, Requested

Princess Reader - Fluff, Requested

Bragging About Him - Fluff, Requested

Singing W/ Kaeya - Fluff, Requested

Kaeya's Soulmate - Fluff, Requested

On Wednesdays We Wear Pink - Fluff, Requested

Dadya - Fluff, Requested

Reader w/ Fluctuating Appetite - Fluff, Requested

Ignoring Him For Plushie - Fluff, Requested

ARFID Reader - Fluff, Requested

"Fainting" Prank - Fluff, Requested

Tsun Reader - Fluff, Requested

Big Appetite Reader - Fluff, Requested

First Time Fair - Fluff, Requested

Flirty Doctor Kaeya - Fluff, Requested

Reader w/ Lots of Siblings - Fluff, Requested

Autistic Reader - Fluff, Requested

Revealing Engagement - Fluff, Requested

Sleepy Reader - Fluff, Requested

Reader with OCD - Fluff, Requested

Comforting You in Mourning - Fluff, Requested

Falling Asleep on Him - Fluff, Requested

When We Were Young - Yearning, Requested

S/O w/ Complicated Family - Fluff, Requested

Bottom Kaeya W/ Praise Kink - Smut, Requested

Reader Smokes - Fluff, Requested

Marking You Up - Suggestive, Requested

Surprise Toy - Suggestive, Requested

First Time - Smut, Requested

Trying to Break Up W/ Him - Comf, Requested

Kaeya in a Ball Gown, Pt. 2 - Fluff, Requested

Independent Reader - Fluff, Requested

Soft Smut - Fluff, Smut, Requested

Proposing to Him - Fluff, Requested

Feeding Kaeya - Fluff, Requested

Xiao Like Reader - Comf, Requested

Reconciling Exes - Comf, Requested

Exes Making Each Other Jealous - Smut, Requested

Insecure about Eating - Comf, Requested

Crushing on his Co-Captain - Fluff, Requested

Vamp Smut - Fluff, Requested

Siren Like Reader - Fluff, Requested

Crocheting Reader - Fluff, Requested

Ordering Juice W/ Wine - Fluff, Requested

Cheesy Pick Up Lines - Fluff, Requested

Suffering W/ Medical Issues - Comf, Requested

Kaeya Chooses You, Always - Comf, Requested

Cuddling Sleeping S/O - Fluff, Requested

Resting in his Lap - Fluff, Requested

FWB - Agnst, Requested

Practicing Love Confessions - Fluff, Requested

Early Morning Cute Aggression - Fluff, Requested

Celebrating Los Muertos - Comf, Requested

AFAB Receives Oral from Kaeya - Smut, Requested

Cuddly S/O - Fluff, Requested

Warm S/O - Fluff, Requested

Giving You Flowers - Fluff, Requested

Gifts for Everyone But Him? - Fluff, Requested

Rapunzel Like S/O - Fluff, Requested

No Nut November - Suggestive, Requested

Assistant Reader Travels - Fluff, Requested

Mermaid Reader - Fluff, Requested

One Night Stand Turns to More - Fluff, Requested

Hearing Bad Things - Reverse Comf, Requested

Ice Skating Date Gone Wrong - Comf, Requested

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hello anything that is not linked is bc it exists in the queue/drafts and will be posted via the queue system uwu

Kaeya Alberich: Masterlist - Google Docs

A Snowflake's Journey Home - Fluff, Cuddling - AO3 >>> Kaeya finally returns home after a work trip. Surely you're going to reward him with attention after working so hard, right?

Don't We Have Chemistry? - Fluff, TA!Kaeya, First Meetings - AO3 >>> Kaeya Alberich, local biology lab TA falls in love with the person who almost broke his toe via theory textbook.

Rolled Down Windows - Fluff, Modern Era - AO3 >>> What else is a lab tech supposed to do when he thinks he's in love with someone?

Sewn With Love - Fluff, Uni AU, - AO3 >>> A cold classroom, a cozy boyfriend who can't keep his hands off you, and a piece of fabric all further confirm Kaeya's affections for you.

The Weight of his World - Fluff, Uni AU- AO3 >>> After an exhausting day you decide to collapse in your boyfriend's apartment, showing you a slightly different side to him than you expected.

Your Mark On The Universe - Fluff, Everyone loves Kaeya - AO3 >>>Kaeya's meant to look after Klee for the day but she decides she has other plans when he hands her a handbound book he's made for her specifically. Find out what Klee managed to do as she hunted down members of the Knights (and a certain grouch) to write a certain someone notes.

Sweet Misery - Explicit Smut - AO3 >>>A relationship is fifty/fifty. You fuck the living daylights out of your boyfriend, he does the same for you.

Mirrors - Fluff, Requested >>> You have the same powers as him.

Good Boy - Smut, Requested >>> Female reader rims Kaeya.

The Same Vision - Fluff, Requested >>> Witnessing you get the same vision as them.

Tearful Embrace - Hurt/Comf, Implied Nightmares >>> Hugs make everything better, don't they?

Yours - Hurt/Comf, Jealousy - AO3 >>> Jealousy might be normal but that doesn't mean it makes it any easier to bear.

Some Things Are Better Left Unspoken - Fluff, Comf- AO3 >>> The fact that he can't return those three little words you give to him every day vexes him constantly but the sight of you lessens that burden.

Practise Makes Perfect - Smut - AO3 >>>There's nothing a little bit of effort can't ever solve.

A Kiss of Wine, Pt. 2 - Fluff, First Meetings, Spin the Bottle - AO3 >>> A game of spin the bottle with this stranger you've just met surely can't go that bad can it?

Sweet Dreams - Smut, Wet Dreams - AO3 >>> When Kaeya wakes up just desperate for your attention there's no way you can say no to him.

I Know You'll Always Love Me (And I Wish It'd Be Enough) - Smut, Angst no Comf - AO3 >>> Forever was a promise that you made to him. You just didn't realise how much this version of forever could hurt.

Paper Hearts - Angst/Comf, Smut - AO3 (Pt 2 to ^^) >>> His mind was forever caught on "I love you".

Obedience Pays - Smut, Requested - AO3 >>> Kaeya's request devolves into a fun night for the both of you.

Payback's A Bitch - Smut, Requested - AO3 >>> You really don't think ignoring Kaeya's texts all day is going to end well, do you?

My Sweet Little Thing - Smut, Requested - AO3 >>> After working so hard, you're sure to give Kaeya a warm welcum home.

Kaeya x Virgin Reader - Smut, Requested

Kaeya x Plus Sized Reader - Fluff, Requested

Kaeya Aftercare - Fluff, Rrequested

Kaeya x Reader With Walls Up (Except for Him) - Suggestive, Requested

Kaeya x Reader W/ Period - Fluff, Requested

Kaeya x Jealous Reader - Fluff, Requested

Valentine's Day W/ Kaeya - Fluff, Requested

Valentine's Day W/ Kaeya, But You're Sick - Comfort, Requested

Kaeya W/ Reader Who Can't Handle the Cold - Fluff, Requested

Emperor Kaeya - Requested

Kaeya X Plus Sized Reader - Smut, Requested

Playing WIth Kaeya's Hair - Fluff, Requested

Singer Kaeya x Guitarist GF - Fluff, Requested

Figure Skater Kaeya x Reader - Fluff, Rivals, Requested

Kaeya X Reader From Another Dimension - Fluff, Requested

Kaeya and Lipstick Kisses - Fluff, Requested

Growing Up with a Pining Kaeya - Fluff, Requested

To See the Stars in Your Eyes - Requested >>> Kaeya meets his mom.

Band!Kaeya x Reader - Fluff, Requested

Kaeya and Poetic Rizz - Fluff, Requested

Bitey Kaeya - Fluff, Requested

In Love With Friend's Partner, Pt. 2 - Angst, Angst/Comf, Requested

VampYa - Fluff, Requested

Tattoo Artist Kaeya Fantasizes, Pt. 2 - Smut, Requested

Making Out + Dry Humping - Smut, Requested

Seatmate Kaeya Likes You - Smut, Requested

StreamerYa - Fluff, Requested

Cat Hybrid Reader Scratches Kaeya Up - Smut, Requested

Academic Rivals to Lovers - Fluff, Requested

Sitting on Kaeya's Lap - Fluff, very light Suggestive, Requested

Enemies to Lovers - Requested

Confessing in Khaenri'ahn Secretly Before You Leave - Angst, Requested

Finding Out You Killed Diluc - Angst, Requested

Making You Squirt - Smut, Requested

Musical Reader - Fluff, Requested

Falling in Love After Watching You Dance - Fluff, Requested

Kaeya x Demon Reader - Hurt/Comf, Requested

Intimidating Reader, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 - Fluff, Requested

Curly Haired Reader - Fluff, Requested

Reuniting W/ Childhood Friend + Developing Feelings - Fluff, Requested

Insecure Reader W/ Big Sweater - Fluff, Requested

Hooking Up After A Concert - Smut, Requested

Confessed to By Diluc - Smut, Requested

Trust Issues^2 - Fluff, Requested

Jealous Reader Snaps - Fluff, Requested

Body Swap - Fluff, Requested

Reader Struggles w/ Their Vision - Fluff, Requested

Walking in on you Changing - Fluff, Requested

Kaeya Meets a Fortune Teller - Requested

Enemies With Benefits - Smut, Requested

Gold Rush Coded S/O - Requested

Mind Reader Kaeya - Smut, Requested

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Best Kaeya and depictions of jealousy/inadequacy.

Yours

Kaeya x Reader || (Mild) Hurt/Comfort, Jealousy, Fluff || 3 479 words

Jealousy might be normal but that doesn't mean it makes it any easier to bear.

a/n: im trying to find more of how i wanna write kaeya so im slowly working at some ideas for kaeya fics/drabbles as i grow into his character a bit more since im not quite satisfied with his voice quite yet!

“Why of course it was no problem! Really, I’m here to help after all.” 

The familiar chuckle makes you turn your head as you stand over at the fruit stand, watching Kaeya take another compliment from another elderly woman holding onto his arm. The sight is incredibly normal, your boyfriend inclined to help out wherever he can. It just so happens that old people seem to flock around him like no other. 

“Kaeya,” she starts, the formalities of his title non-existent as it is with all the other elderlies of Mondstat. Kaeya’s insistence, of course. 

“Why don’t you come and stay the night for dinner? A few of my grandchildren have arrived from their own adventures and I’m sure they’d love to regale our Cavalry Captain with the stories. I’d love to introduce you to them all.”

“As much as the invitation is tempting, I have plans for the evening already,” he responds smoothly. 

“If it’s tempting then why don’t you just come along anyway?” she tries again, tugging at his cuffs. 

“I can’t abandon my beloved to have dinner all by their lonesome,” he continues, turning his head and coincidentally meeting your gaze. 

You’re about to turn away when the look on his face softens just momentarily. His eye tilts downward, shoulders relaxing a little and you think he’s about to turn and run to you when he remembers his arm is trapped against a very insistent woman, looking down and losing that moment of calm. 

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind your presence lacking for just one night Captain, just the one.” She’s become more insistent in her attempts to pull him in, now trying to butter him up. 

You know this routine; the dance is the same every time. Kaeya gets swept up by some admirer or hopeful in-law, stepping into tune and skirting around an outright denial because of course even his rejection is all covered up in that pretty voice of his. 

A knot of mean words and twisted emotions seek to make themselves known. It’s not necessarily bad what you’re feeling, no, it’s natural. Of course it’s normal to feel a pang of something unkind as you watch your lover try to weasel his way out of what you know is a thinly veiled attempt to introduce him to someone better than you, smarter than you, perfect for him. 

Without looking back you turn to head back home, the purpose for your outing forgotten. 

There’s no way to describe your actions right now other than an obvious stare, watching as someone makes their desires known to Kaeya, practically humping his leg like a dog in heat as they stare up at him, neglecting the fact that the height difference is negligible. For a second you’re struck by the thought that perhaps you look just as desperate as they do when you’re with Kaeya but when your gaze travels up to his face you almost choke on your laughter at the simple fact that he really looks like he could not care any less. 

He’s bored, the mischievous twinkle that lives in his eye instead replaced with a dullness that glazes over his entire energy when faced with a massive stack of paperwork or with yet another letter from the Grandmaster apologising and extending his expedition that continues to leave Kaeya horseless. 

The outfit this admirer dons is one of the Knights, clothes much too neat for you to think that this is an experienced knight. Most likely it’s a new recruit that managed to shoehorn their way into Kaeya’s orientation, famous among new knights for a plethora of reasons. But, instead of testing their practical skills or leading them around the headquarters, Kaeya is now leaning against the doorway, seeming to try and will the energy needed to deal with such an “energetic” recruit from Barbatos himself. 

“Now, I’m very glad to see you’re excited to be working with me-” Kaeya begins, immediately cut off. 

“I’m more than excited!” they respond, jumping to attention as soon as they hear him speak. 

“I’ve wanted nothing more than to work at your side, Captain! Your skills are second to none and I’m sure there’s a lot to learn from you!” 

“You’re not going to learn much by holding my arm to your chest. I may see out of one eye but I do use both hands,” he sighs, yanking his arm out of their grasp. 

“Captain, you sound exhausted? Is there anything I can do to help boost your energy? Perhaps we can warm up…together?” 

Your stare turns to open mouthed shock, covering your mouth with a hand as you continue eavesdropping on this conversation, knowing that he would say no. Or at least you’re pretty sure he would. He doesn’t know you’re here - there’s always the off chance he’d say yes, right? Even though it would make no sense for him to, no, not when he’s taken so long to bare any part of him to you, refusing to even tell you what his favourite things were at first for fear that it’d begin to break down the walls he’s so painstakingly built. 

The look in their eyes is obvious and you hold your breath, the air around your ears painfully loud as you try to figure out what he’ll say. 

“Don’t be silly. If you want to warm up you’ll do it with the others,” he responds coldly, seemingly unwilling to entertain any of this anymore as he pulls his hand back. 

“I didn’t mean anything by it!” they begin to plead, realising that they’ve made a grave error. 

“It does not matter what you meant with your words when it’s clear with your actions what you want. If you went through all this work to join the Knights I’m sure you know what the daily routine of a Knight looks like. Go back to the courtyard and get ready for the Acting Grandmaster’s opening speech.” 

They nod meekly and run off, Kaeya crossing his arms in frustration. He turns his head again and you think your gazes will meet again. The pounding in your chest disagrees with that possibility and forces you to duck down and hide from his prying eye, knowing he’ll find you instantly were he to try but all you hear is a yawn as he stretches.

“My dear,” he sighs, talking to himself as he hasn’t actually spotted you. “I miss you so much.” 

The pout in his voice is clear and you hold back your laughter, knowing that he was extra clingy today with the prospect of training new knights. You could barely get him out of bed what with how desperate for your touch he was, smiling to yourself as you listened to the click of his boots turn back in to join the other knights. 

You’re used to Kaeya being coveted, and you know he wouldn’t do anything to slight you. You’ll witness it time and time again, whether accidentally or on purpose such as when the two of you are out on the town together. He’ll give you a kiss that’s longer than usual, give a pointed look to his desperate admirer as he dips you low, pulling back from your lips only to nip at your collar and make you gasp his name breathlessly for the audience of one. It’s normal to be caught up in him, what with his alluring gaze and charming lines. 

What you rarely witness was Kaeya flirting back. 

Well, this wasn’t intentional and you could hardly call it flirting on his side. Kaeya’s being nice, friendly in the way that he is. He keeps the attention of his conversational partner and nods and hums, active listening skills making him that much more attractive as the person in front of him enthuses about something. You’re sitting at the bar, lightly stabbing the food you ordered as you remember Kaeya wasn’t expecting you for quite some time so of course he won’t be looking around for you yet. 

However, the other person was becoming more and more bold with their actions. Their hands brush their bangs out of their face, framing it prettily with the strands of hair as they lean in more to listen to Kaeya give his response. When they speak it’s with a fluid confidence you know Kaeya appreciates, his smile easy. 

It’s not a crime for him to get along with people and you’re happy he is, but you can’t help but find yourself feeling so out of place.The two of them look dazzling together, garnering a few stares of interest from neighbouring tables. 

“Are you going to say anything?” a voice in front of you asks and you shake your head, not even bothering to look at him. 

“Why would I? He’s having a good time.” 

“His new friend there seems to be having too good of a time,” Diluc retorts. 

“He’s not flirting so it’s not like I can tell him to stop,” you mutter, continuing to push your food around. 

“He isn’t flirting but clearly they aren’t understanding that. Maybe I should go and remind him that he’s waiting for someone.” 

You hear the door to the bar click and you shake your head furiously, looking up at Diluc for the first time of the night. 

“It’s okay. He’ll come home when he can’t find me and we’ll do something at home. It’s fine, I’m fine,” you tack on, not sure who you were trying to convince more. 

Diluc stays quiet but you watch his eyes continue to scrutinise the scene in front of him, clearing his throat and stepping towards the table as you slip out of the tavern before you can hear him speak. 

The house is dark when he steps in. Kaeya knows it’s late. He almost lost track of time and then when he remembered why he was at Angels Share in the first place he waited a little more. Then more, and some more just in hopes that you would come see him. He’d been looking forward to this date after all, and meeting up at a place after being separate for the whole day reminded him of the early days of your relationship, where everything you did excited him. It still did, don’t get him wrong, but it was still a feeling he loved to chase when he could. 

When he sees your shoes tucked neatly into their place at the door he knows something’s wrong. It’s too meticulous. He flips the light on and he notices it again. The entrance is tidied. You’re stressed out about something, distracted and dealing with those feelings of anxiousness by doing mundane tasks to keep your productive. Worried, but productive. 

He half expects to see you cleaning in your shared bedroom, glad that there’s no light spilling onto the hallway of the home. Maybe you’re asleep he hopes, knowing you must be tired as he dresses for bed before sliding in next to you.

Instinctively, his arms pull you into his chest, comforting you as he presses kiss against whatever part of you he can reach. Kaeya’s about to wish you good night softly, lips right on your ear when he feels you hug him back. Tight. It’s not strange, but it’s concerning and he quickly rolls over to pin you underneath him, resting on an arm as you stare up at him in surprise. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks bluntly, buttering you up by kissing your lips softly. 

“Nothing,” you mutter, trying to turn your face away from him. 

“Don’t try and hide from me,” Kaeya scolds, nosing against your cheek to turn you back to him. 

“I can tell that something’s wrong. You’ve been crying.” 

The revelation is new to you as well, fingers coming to touch your cheeks as you realise there’s a distinctive wetness coming from your eyes. Your cheeks are cold with tears, blinking exacerbating the problem as Kaeya’s face swims in front of you. Once you realise you’re crying the feelings come up again - a desperate inadequacy that really wasn’t anybody else’s fault but yours - and your lips immediately go into a pout as you try to hold back the tears. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says quickly, falling to his side of the bed and pulling you back into his arms. 

“I didn’t want to make you cry, let me hold you.” 

His voice soothes your racing heart, mind stilling for the first time since you returned home after leaving him at the tavern. He returned much earlier than you thought he would have, thinking he might have just had a drink or two too many and forgotten why he was there in the first place after being a bit tipsy. You weren’t going to condemn him for having a social life after all, knowing how stressful work was for him lately. 

“You were having a good time - I - I didn’t want to bother you,” you blubber, crowing more into him while he nods at your words.

“This is more than just tonight though, isn’t it?” he soothes. “You can tell me what’s on your mind, you know that for a fact.” 

“I know,” you sniffle, leaning into his touch slightly as his palm cups your cheek. 

“I know but I don’t want to weigh you down. You have so many important things to do - it’s not your fault I just didn’t know how to bring it up without worrying about how it might affect you and-” 

Your messy ramblings are cut short when he presses his lips to yours again, stealing the breath out of your lungs and distracting you just for a minute. The jumping thoughts in your mind slow with each passing second and you think he’s forgotten you both need to breath when your head begins to spin from the lack of air. 

Inadvertently - or probably on purpose knowing him - the lack of oxygen makes you forget all about whatever it was you were crying about as you lightly grab his shirt, Kaeya coming off of you with a slight gasp right against your lips. He looks into your eyes with his, stunning you into silence even more. 

“You are one of the most important things to me,” he whispers against you reverentially, palm still resting on your face. 

“You have no idea how much it kills me to see you trying so hard to fight something I know I can help you with. Just tell me what I can do for you, please.” 

You know you can never deny him, especially when he’s right above you with a pleading look and his touch on your body. Kaeya was impossible in every sense of the word and you know that denying him wasn’t going to work. Eventually you know you’ll give in so you decide to give in now, taking his hand off of you and sitting up against the headboard. He joins you, leaning up against the wood and putting his hand on your thigh. 

“Everybody loves you so much,” you begin, fiddling with your hands. 

“Including me. And I know your eyes aren’t straying from me. I have no reason to doubt that at all. But I can’t help but wonder sometimes if you’d be happier with someone else.

“Earlier today I saw you talking to someone else while you were waiting for me. You just seemed so at peace. It looked right and I don’t know why but I felt like, at that moment, you two were dating. It wasn’t you and I, it was you and them. That made me so jealous but I couldn’t properly articulate it so I’ve just been moping at home trying to get over it.”

He takes your words in, fingers combing through your hair while you speak. The silence that falls over your bodies afterwards is comfortable, not scary and you’re glad for it as he settles back into bed next you. Burying his face into your neck, you get the distinct sense that for whatever reason he’s seeking comfort from you. Kaeya doesn’t say too much, more wrapped up in finding solace in you before he speaks against your skin. 

“You’re right but just because you know that doesn’t mean you’re going to be immune to feelings of jealousy.” 

His words make sense and normally you’d be much more able to respond but the affectionate, almost sleepy way he holds you is dulling your thoughts as you bury yourself more into him. 

“I want you to know though that I love you so much,” he continues, muttering.

“I wake up because I want to see you and go to bed with you as the last thought on my mind. There’s nothing I want more than to stay right here like this for the rest of my life but if I did then I wouldn’t be able to have happy days either. Really, I’ve put myself in quite a conundrum,” he chuckles, yawning a little at the end of his words. 

“You are so fucking cheesy,” you say half-heartedly, already beginning to feel a little more at ease through his reassurances. 

“No I’m not,” he whines. 

“I’m just trying to tell you how much I love you. No matter what it is you feel I’ll be here to tell you that your feelings are unfounded. Do you believe me?’

“Of course I do,” you placate, his breath against you reminding you that he was here, with you. 

“I love you so much Kaeya. I just know that if someone else were to make you happier-”

His hand slaps over your mouth and you’re stopped, shocked at the random show of energy so contrary to how he normally is when you two are getting ready for bed. 

“Don’t you even start that up again. You are my happiness,” he says with finality, eye peering at you from below. 

“Now, when I take my hand off your mouth you’re going to repeat after me, got it?”

You raise a brow and he sits up a little, waiting for your response. He only lets go when you nod slowly, falling back onto you with a comforted sigh. 

“Kaeya loves me,” he starts. 

“Kaeya, this is so stupid-” 

“You want to lose the gift of speech again?” he mockingly threatens, the heel of his palm resting against your cheek. 

“I just think that this is ridiculous!” 

“Just repeat after me. Kaeya loves me.” 

He doesn’t say anything else, but you feel him press against your face a little more which makes you relent, sighing and repeating after him. 

“Kaeya loves me.” 

“And he will spend the rest of his life keeping that promise he made to himself.” 

“And he will spend the rest of his life keeping that promise he made to himself.” 

“Nice. Now, good night darling.” 

He’s about to doze off and you shake him a little, confused at the knowledge of some promise Kaeya made apparently about you without your knowledge. 

“What promise?” you ask. 

“Oh that? You aren’t supposed to know the contents of that, just that I’ll do everything I can to keep my promise to you,” he responds lazily, trying to get you to leave him alone. 

“It’s not much of a promise if I don’t know what it is!” 

“We can talk about it later. Just go to sleep, please? It’s been a day and a half.” 

“Kaeya.” 

There’s a thinly veiled threat in the tone of your voice and he groans, deciding that he can’t handle being this vulnerable while cuddling up to you. It takes him a moment but he quickly readjusts your bodies to hold your back to his chest, not giving you any leeway to turn and look at him. 

“Don’t make fun of me,” he mumbles, speaking into your ear.

“I just want to know. Why are you squeezing me to death?”

“I’ll tell you if you don’t make fun of me,” Kaeya reiterates, fingers twining through yours. 

“I’d never make fun of you. Just tell me what you’re talking about so I know. Please?”

You want to turn to look at him, give him your full attention but the fact that he won’t let you look at him makes it clear that whatever it is he wants to say is something he can’t admit to your face. He has almost all the typical markers of his own embarrassment and you’re sure if you could see him his cheeks would be tinted pink and he’d be doing his best to avert your gaze. 

It takes him a second but you know he’s ready to tell you when his hold around your body tightens, voice so fragile you think it’d break if Kaeya spoke with anything but a gentle reverence for your being. 

“I promise to become a man that’s worthy of your love.”

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— hugging scenarios.

genshin men in different scenarios revolving around hugging. (❕) a/n: will maybe do a pt. 2. suggest (male) characters! :]

characters included: kazuha, xiao, scaramouche/wanderer, tighnari, cyno, kaeya, and diluc.

kazuha nuzzles his head in your neck as you run your fingers through his un-ponytailed hair, your back facing him as you focus mainly on what you’re reading.

he’s gripping you tightly, thinking up reasons of how he’d be able to explain throwing your book with your notes inside across the room solely to steal your attention away from working so much. he means the best— really!

as much as it is tempting, kazuha wouldn’t dare make you upset at him for ruining your papers. instead, he’ll patiently wait and continue softly humming and kissing your neck until you finish. he’d wait for as long as you wish, if it only meant you’d eventually hold him in your arms at the end.

he hears you sigh a few minutes later. “ah… i think that should be it.”

he watches in anticipation as you put your research on the nightstand and turn to face him, a soft smile on your face as you apologize. “sorry, love.”

kazuha simply shakes his head as he brings you in closer, kissing your lips in earnest.

“xiao?” you call out, a little bit of a stutter coming out at the end. it was absolutely freezing out here. it was a good thing you brought a jacket, but even then.

you felt a breeze behind you as you turned to face the beloved adepti materializing out of nowhere.

the smile you wore quickly changed as you panicked seeing what he was wearing. reaching for your coat buttons, you cut off whatever he was about to say with, “are you crazy?! you’ll die of hypothermia wearing that in this weather! oh my gosh, xiao—”

“it’s really—” he tries to make a sentence again, only to be shut off by you wrapping your piece of clothing around his shoulders, directing his arms to go through the sleeves.

although he was used to this sort of cold weather, he appreciated the thought. but the odd warm fuzzy feelings that usually overtook his chest whenever you did something kind for him didn’t fully spread this time around, seeing that your sleeveless top and thin enough pants barely sheltered you at all from the snow starting to come down.

it was his turn to reprimand you as he sighed, “you’re calling me crazy, and yet you’re the one wearing a sleeveless shirt in the middle of one of our coldest periods. what were you thinking?”

despite him looking annoyed, he came towards you and swiftly picked you up bridal style, earning a small yelp as you were swept off your feet (literally) and teleported over to wangshu inn.

you quickly got over the initial shock, a smile returning to your lips. “y’know, that’s technically qualified as kidnapping.”

“shut up.” he responded, although with no malicious hint in his voice. he made sure to kiss you afterwards though, just for some extra warming up.

scaramouche hates you, he swears. he hates you (affectionately), he hates you (lovingly), he hates you (with absolutely no hate behind his words).

but, let’s be honest, he really doesn’t.

he loves you so badly it hurts. it hurts to think that one day, you might leave him like everyone else has. even after everything, even after he got rid of his name scaramouche, sometimes those seeds of doubt still manage to plague him, even though you’ve been with him through it all. damn his stupid past.

but, oh. the way those seeds get crushed under the weight of his non-existent heart expanding as you hug him tightly, your arms squeezing him unlike a thing but a human.

he holds back his tears as he lets himself be held by you, his own arms holding you just as tight as he leaves a kiss, albeit shaky, on your jaw.

when you rub his back comfortingly, he lets the smallest tear run down his porcelain face before burying his head into your collarbone, letting the rest fall as he recites his feelings; true and sincere.

vulnerable is a word you’d describe him as in this moment. though he’ll never admit that this scene happened afterwards, you know that he knows that whenever he’s in need of some love and affection, you’ll be there for him.

he loves you so, so much; mean words be damned.

tighnari, always so caring and hardworking. but it wouldn’t kill him to take a break once in a while, no?

“i swear, i will go into the forest and get one of those mushrooms that you’ve been so cautious around and shove it down your throat if you don’t stop working right now,” you threaten, even if from your ears it sounds empty.

he sighs in return, knowing that you wouldn’t go to sleep until he joined you. especially since he’s been skipping out these past few days. he got up a bit too quickly, wincing at the way his head spun when doing so. “fine, fine. archons, my head hurts…”

“that’s what happens,” you shrug, taking his hands and walking to the bed. he sits with you, blinking the heaviness of his eyes away as you suddenly hug him.

tighnari exhales at the feeling, he should really thank you for saving him from his continuous workloads…

you scratch behind his ears, watching his tail twitch before swishing lowly back and forth. he embraces you back, his eyes coming to a pleasant close. he really needs the sleep.

before he does get the rest; though, he mutters to you a quiet, “thank you, love you s‘much.”

and finally, he drifts off, you in his arms. what more could he ask for?

what a stoic guy that cyno is. and with the absolute worst jokes leaving his mouth, it’s a wonder that the two personalities living in his body are residing in the same person.

he’s telling you jokes as you’re cuddling with him, you mindlessly running your hands through his hair and commenting on his words as he tells them and explains if you don’t get it.

oh, and you’re doing a try not to laugh challenge. did i mention that cyno’s jokes are like, collectively the worst?

he has one goal in mind: tell a good enough joke to hear you laugh and claim victory.

he likes hearing you genuinely laugh. he likes the sound. he likes the swell of pride whenever you laugh because of him.

so as he dishes out one of his newer bests and awaits your judgement, he’s happily surprised hearing a small noise from you before turning into a full chuckle.

he doesn’t think he’s ever had the urge to hug you as tightly as he has now (okay okay, this is a lie. it’s on par with when he confessed and you agreed and the other times you’ve laughed at his jokes).

“cyno— you’re gonna break my ribs!…”

“this is my reward.”

“kaeya… go get some rest. you’re too drunk to be up right now.”

“i don’t wanna. i want to stay with you,” he says, emphasizing it by hugging you tighter. he’s behind you, his form practically towering over yours as you try to keep your composure.

he must’ve really drunk a lot tonight.

you sigh. “i'll be there soon, okay? i just have to finish—”

“you can do whatever—” he hiccups, “—it is tomorrow.”

you sigh again. first you had to pick him up from the tavern, already interrupting what you had planned tonight. now this.

however, you know it’s not really a complaint.

you’re glad he’s honest when drunk. you just can’t stop that warm feeling in your chest knowing that he genuinely wants you to himself.

well, might as well give him what he wants.

diluc can feel your hands around him as he’s busy scrubbing glasses, already having refused you four times in wanting to help him. not because he thinks you’re incapable of not breaking anything— just the opposite, actually— but he doesn’t want you to work because of him.

especially with all the work you’ve already had today. on second thought, you may break a glass from dozing off for a moment from the lack of sleep you’ve been getting. he thinks it’s better for you to rest as he’s doing his job.

he’s not moving much, thankfully. the tavern’s already closed, and it’s just you and him in there. he’s thinking about all the different ways he could carry you home in your half asleep state.

last cup done. finally, he can close up and go home with you and sleep soundly with you in his arms… yeah, that sounds good.

he turns slowly to face you, making your head raise to meet his eyes. you smile, albeit tiredly— but not failing to bring one of his own to diluc’s face nonetheless.

he kisses your lips softly. “let’s go home now.”

©️kazusys — 1/9/24; do not plagiarize/steal, repost, translate, and/or claim any of my works as your own.

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Blue Poppy flowers. 🩵

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Let the Wind Lead! scenes from Mondstadt

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<3

How your first sleepover with Genshin Men went

Fair warning, this is pure crack. No over-exaggerated fluff or cute stuff, just as real as sleeping beside another person can get!

Leave characters and ideas in the comments for part two !

Feat. Kaeya, Kaveh, Itto, Kazuha, and Diluc.

(Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five)

Taglist: @ticklish-n-stuff @elysianavenue @chrimsss @switch-writer @giggly-squiggily

You stared at your boyfriend lovingly as he cleaned up from the simple dinner date you had just shared. How lucky you were to have ended up with such a wonderful man like him… Lost in your own thoughts, you fail to miss the sudden pattering against the rooftop of his home.

He sighs and listens intently to the area outside before coming to a conclusion: it was way too heavily raining for you to go out there. When you blinked back to reality, you saw your lover knelt in front of you, wiping his hands with a towel.

“(Y/N), love, it’s really coming down out there… would you be okay to stay a little longer so it can calm down?”

“Hmm- what? What?-“ his words took a bit to process “I suppose…”

The rain failed to calm down, it only seemed to roar more severely. You sighed longingly as you looked out the window. You heard a gentle chuckle and felt a hand on your shoulder. “Follow me, let’s start getting ready for bed.”

You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean, follow you?”

“You’re my partner,” he answered. “There’s no way I’d ever let you sleep anywhere else than my bed.

You sighed and obeyed, completing as much of your nightly routine that you can (all while wearing pajamas that definitely aren’t yours). You settled into bed next to him, immediately being wrapped in his arms.

You settled with a smile, closing your eyes and cuddling close…

Kaeya: The Revolving Door

After a few short minutes of relaxation, you felt your boyfriend squirm beneath you. Within an instant, Kaeya had muttered something and gently slipped out of bed, carefully placing you on the fluffy mattress.

“What’s wrong, honey?” You asked, still fully alert.

“Bathroom light,” He answered as he stepped back toward the bed.

He settled back down, then after a little maneuvering, it was like he never left.

You both closed your eyes once more, attempting to rest.

Fifteen minutes later, you were about to fall completely asleep. That is, until you felt yourself being moved again.

Your lover ever so carefully moved you off of him, retreating to the restroom once more. You groaned and opened your eyes. “Kaeya?”

“I fr-go- bru-h- eef-“ the distorted response was undoubtedly from a toothbrush in his mouth.. you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at him as you waited for him to return.

And as he had done previously, Kaeya returned to bed and settled down with a content sigh.

Perfect, now the two of you can-

“Wait,” your boyfriend groaned. “Light.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Go.”

Finally, the light was off, and Kaeya was in bed. You curled up against his chest and sighed with a smile. “Goodnight, love, ” you hummed as you closed your eyes.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he replied, kissing your forehead.

After two minutes, you felt Kaeya squirming again. Though, he didn’t move a muscle, despite the uncontrollable squirming.

“…Darling?” he asked softly.

Barbatos give you strength…

“Yes, my love?”

“I gotta pee.”

Kaveh: The Acrobat

The room was silent, albeit the gentle hum of a ceiling fan. You felt your consciousness leaving you slowly, and you were close to falling asleep…

Until you were accidentally smacked across the forehead by his hand.

While you were upset from being woken up, you couldn’t help but chuckle as you picked up his wrist to move it from your forehead. You planted a gentle kiss on the back of his hand and placed it down on your cheek.

You could’ve sworn you saw Kaveh’s lips curl upward at the gentle kiss, but it was short lived as he suddenly flipped over onto his other side.

You smacked face-down onto the mattress, barely registering what had happened. You groaned and slowly picked yourself up, rubbing your sore nose. When your eyes landed on the unmoving body of your boyfriend, you rolled your eyes and turned away from him.

You figured there was no sense in attempting to cuddle with him when he was moving so much. You closed your eyes and attempted to fall back asleep. After about five minutes, your eyes got very heavy, and you were near falling asleep.

However, sudden rustling from the other side of the bed made you alert. Before you could register what had happened, you were being pulled back into Kaveh’s arms.

You squeaked but ultimately relaxed, turning around to kiss him on his lips. You both smiled and you rested your head in the crook of his neck.

Finally the two of you were almost both asleep. You could barely keep your eyes open, and were seconds away from falling a totally asleep.

And then, it happened.

And boy did it happen suddenly.

Within seconds, you landed smack-dab on the hardwood floor, having been accidentally kicked in the back.

“AGH- KAVEH!” You yelped, rubbing your sore bottom.

Your boyfriend awoke with a start, looking around frantically. “Honey?! Where are you, what’s the matter?”

You groaned and clawed your way back on the bed, “Nothing… Nothing is the matter,” you replied curtly.

“A-Are you sure? Why were you on the f-“

“I am ten seconds away from taping your limbs to this bed, that’s why,” you spat. You sighed and fell forward onto his chest, wrapping your arms around him. “If you kick me off the bed again, I’m sleeping on the couch, capische?”

Kaveh only nodded fearfully as he kissed the top of your head.

Itto: The Loose Cannon

You sure did love your darling boyfriend. Life with him was never dull, and nights were… well, interesting to stay the least. He would always get so much more energized during the night, simply bouncing off of the walls.

Well, tonight marked your first sleepover, so he opted for eating spicy ramen with you and watching movies. Halfway through the film, your boyfriend excused himself to the restroom, proudly announcing that he had a battle to fight.

You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at the stupid codeword.

By the time he returned, the movie was done, and you were drifting off on the couch. Your eyes flutter open as you smile at him. “Everything come out okay?” You teased.

Itto merely laughed, scooping you up. “Yeah, yeah. It’s beddy time now. Now, come on! Let this big strong oni keep you company!”

You allowed Itto to carry you to his bed, wrapping your arms around him. And that is how you ended up where you are now… caged in his giant arms as he squirms uncomfortably behind you.

“Itto…?” you asked softly. “Is everything-“

“Yeah! Yeah I’m great… just uh…” he trailed off. “Nope! I’m good!”

You sigh, back settling down against his chest, you felt him squirming still, frowning gently. Well, you had to trust your boyfriend. If he said he was okay, you had to believe that-

Your chain of thoughts was interrupted by an almost cartoony-sounding toot echoing in the room. Your eyes snap open, and you push away from your boyfriend, looking at him with disbelief. “Did you-“

“No!”

You begin to giggle. “Oh gods- okay-“ You chuckled despite the smell now filling your nose. Once it subsided, you returned to his arms with a sigh. “Feeling better now?”

Itto nodded against your head, planting a gentle kiss too. He returned to lying comfortably, his own eyes closing along with yours. The two of you are almost asleep when you hear the noise again…

“Itto!” you whined, scooting away from him. “Not again!”

“I’m sorry! It was that ramen, I swear!” The oni whined.

“Well try harder!”

“I can’t help it!”

You groaned loudly and rolled your eyes before returning to cuddle him again. You sighed, damn near falling asleep.

And yet again, that pungent smell filled your nostrils…

“Oh my gods- ITTO!” You yelped, turning away and pinching your nose. “Stoppit!”

Before he could reply, he stood up quickly from the bed, retreating to the bathroom with a hasty shut of the door.

It’s been twenty minutes… no signs of organic life from the bathroom.

You sigh and roll over.

Kazuha: The Apologist

Kazuha led you to his bedroom by your hand, gesturing for you to get comfortable. You obliged immediately, snuggling into the soft sheets. When you looked back at him, he looked sheepish. “Are you okay, dove? I can sleep on the couch if it’s too awkward-“

“No, no! I apologize… I didn’t intend to make you think something was wrong, I’m just-“ he sighed, looking away. “Do you think… would you be willing to hold onto me as I typically do you?”

You smiled at him softly, holding your arms out. Your lover smiled back at you and instantly settled down in your arms. He sighed in satisfaction as he felt your arms cage around him. As his body relaxed—and boy did it do so fast—a soft ‘oof’ left you. Kazuha immediately lifted his head. “I’m sorry, love. Did I startle you?”

You chuckled again. “No, Kaz’. Just wasn’t expecting it.” You gently rubbed soothing circles on his back, and you felt all of his worries melt away.

Things were going well. The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful. You felt yourself growing tired, but you were soon interrupted by Kazuha reaching up to itch his nose. “M’sorry,” he murmured.

“No need to apologize, my dear…” you gently kissed the top of his head.

More peaceful minutes passed until his leg randomly spasmed, causing you to startle again. “I-I’m sor-“

“Kazuha, honey,” you soothed, “it’s okay. You don’t need to keep apologizing for things you can’t control.”

“Okay, I’m so-“

You gently poked his side to state your point. He startled with a small squeak. Afterward, you gently ran your fingers through his hair, removing it from the ponytail and untangling it. He hummed in satisfaction, relaxing into your arms once more and closing his eyes.

It was a wonderful experience. Your lover finally passed out in your arms and slept for a good hour. As you eventually felt yourself growing more tired, you were startled awake when Kazuha shook violently in your arms with a gasp. He woke up panting, throwing his arms around your neck.

You sat up immediately, coddling him. Your hand returned to his back as you whispered in his ear. “It’s okay, love… I’m right here… I’m here…”

He trembled in your arms, holding you impossibly closer. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he repeated, his voice shaking.

“Hey, hey… sweetheart it’s nothing to apologize about. I’ve got you,” you gently hummed, kissing the top of his head. “I’m right here.”

“These nightmares still plague me… I’m so sorry (Y/N)… I must’ve frightened you.”

“I’m okay, love,” you reassured him.

Kazuha hesitantly settled back in your arms, feeling utterly blissful from the gentle rubbing on his back. He slumped down against you once more, sighing gently as his breaths gently puffed against your neck.

After a while, you both were absolutely exhausted. Kazuha was the one who was still awake as you finally drifted off to sleep. He lay peacefully, listening to your heartbeat slow and slow.

As he was about to fall asleep… his tummy growled loudly, waking you immediately.

“I’m sorry…”

Diluc: The Furnace

You smiled as you felt Diluc’s strong arms cage around you. His hand immediately found refuge in your hair, gently scratching your scalp and sending chills down your spine.

He continued his actions for a while, and you seemed to in a blissful daze. Little hums of satisfaction left you as well as tiny gasps every so often. Your lover merely grinned, taking solace in knowing he was making you feel relaxed.

You were close to falling asleep when you suddenly felt extremely warm. You start gently panting as you swallow a few times.

“Love? Are you alright?” He asked you in a concerned voice, sitting up.

“Yes, of course,” you hummed in response. You reach over him onto the night stand, grabbing the water he always kept there and positively chugging it. “I think I was just a bit thirsty.”

Diluc chuckled as you lay back down. His hand found itself rubbing gentle circles on your back, the warmth traveling from your shoulders down to your hips. It was soothing, and his hand was wonderfully warm.

After a while, he got the idea to press his hand against your bare skin, having snaked it under the large shirt he had given you.

You shivered from the sudden change in temperature, but Diluc continued anyways. He looked down on you lovingly as he saw you relaxing in his hold.

Your lover let his head fall back against the pillow, and he gently closed his eyes. He was near falling asleep when he felt you peel yourself away to grab more of the water.

“(Y/N)?”

You sigh between gulps of water, almost like a toddler drinking some after being outside all day. You put the cup down with a sigh before slumping back on him. “Archons, I must just be dehydrated. Nothing more,” you quickly reassured him.

You settled back into his arms, exhaling as you felt heat engulf your body again. You narrow your eyes in confusion and annoyance.

What could be wrong?

You were watered, fed, and calm. What could possibly be-

As Diluc’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly closer, it dawned on you: Diluc ran warm.

You tried to ignore it, but the temperature continued to overwhelm you. You gently pushed away from your lover, hoping to get a second of relief from the blistering heat.

Your boyfriend opened his eyes and frowned, noticing your movements. “Darling?” His voice was laced with concerned as his palm traveled up and down your torso. “You’re drenched in sweat, is everything okay?”

You closed your eyes and exhaled. “Just peachy.”

“Are you sure?”

You sighed. “You’re very warm.”

He chuckled, allowing you to crawl out of his arms. When you settled down to his right, his left came out to interlock your pinkies.

Despite just being denied the gift of cuddling you in his arms, Diluc still insisted for you two to be touching…

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[strangepoppy]

Simply the best :3

AN: Needed this one out of my system for a while to be honest. I love Kaeya to bits and so I really needed to yap about him anyways, but I've needed this off my chest because of the literal years worth of watching certain parts of the fanbase misinterpret him to absolute death. I see far too much that boils him down to being toxic and a manwhore or otherwise flattens him down to being flirtatious and fails to acknowledge the flaws he would actually have. Getting this out makes me feel like maybe I'm clearing the air a bit. :')

By no means does that mean this post is meant to be an insult to anyone or how they write him though! Just my own addition to the pile of who knows how many stories and thoughts about him that are out there! <3

CW: I fear I don't know how to put it in any way other than Kaeya-typical angst. In this case, specifically how said angst affects his love life. (I swear guys, I will write something happier about him later. This is just what came to me first. ;-;) Reader is only ever referred to as you, so therefore they're gender neutral!

Let's just go ahead and rip the band-aid off; loving Kaeya isn't always easy.

it isn't because he's a bad lover though. For the most part, he's absolutely lovely, actually. Attentive, charming, endlessly affectionate; the list goes on. There's not so much as a single doubt that he's absolutely smitten with you and would move mountains to make you happy if he could. It's rather likely that quite a handful of people are jealous of your relationship. He is yours, and you are his. Neither of you could imagine life without each other at this point.

But that unfortunately doesn't mean that being with him comes without problems.

For as much as he loves you, it's hard not to notice after a while that he seems a bit cagey with you at times. He always finds a way out of talking about his life before being taken in by the Ragnvindrs, and even when speaking about his life with them he seems to gloss over anything that he feels sounds unpleasant. He seems to do the same when speaking about work too. Of course, to a degree that's understandable. Surely there's some of his work that's confidential seeing as he's currently second-in-command to the Acting Grand Master. He would inevitably have to leave some things out or change details around. It's just strange because you know how much he loves to tell stories, yet he doesn't tell many grand tales about his work-related adventures. Even on the rare occasions he does, the stories he chooses to tell seem almost suspiciously mundane. It all adds up at a certain point.

Despite being his lover, the one who should arguably be the closest to him, it's as if you know both everything and nothing about him at the same time. You've slept at his side dozens of times, you know what his favorite meals are down to the exact way he prefers them made, you've picked up on who knows how many little habits of his that he may not even realize he has. You share such a deep, intimate bond with him and yet you know so little about who he was before the two of you met. Gods above, he won't even speak fully openly about his life here and now. It's a struggle. A true, honest struggle. You love him, so it's natural that you want to know everything and more about him, but he just won't budge. He's like a frozen wall sometimes and it hurts.

Truth is, he's actually deeply afraid. Terrified of saying too much. Terrified of saying the wrong thing. Terrified of losing you, his everything. He skips over so many important things about himself because he fears that you would leave, and that is a thought he just can't stomach. He hates to do it, truly. He knows you're smart enough to know something is amiss and he knows that it hurts you. The guilt of having to lie to and hide so much from his beloved is enough to consume him at times, but it's a necessary evil, isn't it? It's selfish of him, of course, but he's convinced himself that this is for the best for you both.

He does try to make up for it in his own ways. For every lie he tells or truth he hides, he finds an excuse to dote on you even more than he already does. An unprompted kiss, an offer to help you with something, or, so long as he can make time for it, he'll gladly arrange an almost needlessly wonderful date. The man will go the absolute distance to make up for the mountain of words left unspoken. Anything to ease the pain in your heart; to soothe the aches he's causing you. To anyone else, these things appear like nothing more than simple, casual acts of romance, but they mean that and so much more. They are acts of both love and apology.

Don't take any of this to mean that he never considers just telling the truth though; he most certainly does. There have been so many instances where he's truly considered sitting you down on a day that he has free and telling you everything. Of course, it would likely take hours worth of spilling his guts and trying his best not to let his emotions get out of hand, but... maybe it would be worth it? Perhaps it would, even if only slightly, ease the burden he carries and bring peace to your poor heart. However, that's where the fear comes back and makes him recoil. What if you were disgusted by what you'd hear? What if you'd turn out fearful of him knowing what he was capable of? What if you'd think less of him knowing why he was even here to begin with? The doubts never fail to be almost sickening. He loves you and trusts you more than he could ever put into words. He knows you deserve the truth, but no matter how many times he tries to convince himself to tell it, he just can't bring himself to disturb the peace he has with you... but maybe one day he'll find it in himself to take that risk. Who knows? Maybe it'll be sooner than later.

In many less words, to love Kaeya is to be patient with him, to give him grace, and most importantly, understanding. Give him that, and he may just be able to find it within himself to truly bare himself to you; to let you see all the things hidden beneath the veil.

[strangepoppy]

Fuck, why did I read this before bed? Now I am crying and I have no one to blame but myself.

The bit about food tasting like nothing is so fucking true. For years everything tasted like ashes.

the worst day of february | jason todd

Summary: Cold and defeated on the worst day of February, you stand on your apartment rooftop, contemplating giving up. Then the Red Hood drops in and makes you tea in your apartment.

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader 

Word count: 2k

Warnings/tags: suicidal ideation, disordered eating and sleeping habits, depression, reader doesn't attempt suicide but thinks about it a lot. a sort of hopeful ending. jason being a really really good guy.

please take care of yourselves - don't read this if you think it'll upset you.

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One day in February—it doesn't matter which day; it might be someone else's day too, but it doesn't matter, and it doesn't matter which February either—you realize that you've forgotten how to be happy.

When you think of February, you don't think of much, except that on those big visual calendars of the months that they put up in kindergarten, February is always pink. Pink like an organ. Pink like guts. Pink like love.

But your February—all the Februarys you've had—is blue-gray. It's like someone's cast a moody shadow over your February. It's the director's choice, clearly, to light your February like you're at a wake. It's not your choice. It's never your choice.

Here is the problem. The problem is that you're too scared, but you want the attention of someone who's killed themselves. Shame digs its claws into you at such a perverse thought. But it's true. Even if it's one person who takes a moment to inspect your guts on the sidewalk, or your body in the bathtub, you want them to hold your rigor mortis and say, what a loss. Is there anything I can do?

And then you'd pop up from the bathwater and say, why yes, there is something you can do, would you mind changing the lighting? It's bringing me down.

You're on the roof of your apartment. You don't know why, because as stated, you're too scared. And it's nighttime, and you're a speck of dust, which is comforting at times and haunting at others. Dust on a roof. Easy to be carried off by the wind.

You don't want to die, exactly. You want to rest. No amount of sleep destroys the exhaustion. Instead of marrow in your bones, it's the desire for rest that only comes through death. Unfortunately, despite not wanting to die, death seems to be your only path.

His footsteps are quiet. You don't realize that you're not alone until he's there next to you, hunched over the ledge on his elbows.

You flinch.

"Sorry," Red Hood says, and there's no smoky breath that accompanies his words like they accompany everyone else's. You wonder where the air from his helmet's filter goes.

"It's fine," you say, even though your nervous system is still reeling. It's not fine, because you hate being scared, but it also doesn't matter, so it's fine in that way.

You have a great view from the city up here but appreciating the city is difficult when it's all blue-gray shadows. Your stomach hurts. You've never felt more unbearably yourself in your life.

"Everything okay?" Hood asks.

"Yeah," you say, not bothering to lie. Not bothering to tell the truth either.

"'S cold up here."

"I'm not gonna jump."

"Didn't say you would," Hood says mildly.

"That's why you're here. You think I'll jump, and it's your duty to make sure I don't. But I won't. Too scared. I just wallow instead."

"Wallowing ain't so good either."

"Yeah," you say, throat hurting like you've swallowed a splinter. "Probably not."

An audience would see your funeral-lit life and make the obvious prediction that something bad is about to happen. The director is telling a story, and he's giving hints. You, as the protagonist, are expecting bad things too. Perhaps this is where it starts.

"You live here?" Hood asks.

There should be a curl of fear that strikes you, because Red Hood—terrifying, gangster, born and bred Gotham Red Hood—shouldn't be landing on your rooftop and checking to make sure you aren't gonna spill your guts.

He doesn't seem so terrifying, though. He doesn't seem like a gangster either. And what's wrong with being born and bred Gotham? You like it. Hood is familiar even though you've never met him before. Something about his voice, his stance, the fact that he gives a shit enough to talk to you for a minute. It feels like maybe the universe doesn't want you to kill yourself right then.

"I live here," you say, taking too long to answer.

"Alright," he says. "Lead the way."

You look at him. He's turned around now, facing the roof access door.

"What?"

Hood points a thumb at the door. "Let's go to your place."

"Why?" Why, you ask, instead of the fuck?

"'M thirsty," he says.

Well, if he's here to assassinate you, it won't matter if you bring him to your apartment or not. And now that he's mentioned it, it is cold. Probably because you're up here without a coat. A coat hadn't seemed important when you were in your apartment choking on stale black air.

Maybe you should warn Hood about the stale black air. But you feel like he won't let you return to your apartment if you do.

Hood goes first, leading you back inside. He goes down the stairs slowly, letting you drag and set the pace. It's so stupid. You feel like crying. Why is he going down the stairs with you at your stupid slow pace?

You stop two floors down. This would be another hint to your audience, the fact that you're so close to the roof that you can just climb a couple flights.

You open your apartment. You'd left it unlocked.

"Do you often leave your place unlocked?" Hood asks.

You shrug. "I don't go out enough to get the chance."

Hood doesn't say anything else but he does do the deadbolt when you're inside, as well as the chain lock.

"Shoes off?" he asks. You nod. You both remove your shoes.

Then you stand like you're not in your own apartment. Hood herds you like a sheepdog to your tiny kitchen table. Then he starts opening cabinet doors.

"Got a kettle?" he asks.

You stare at the back of his helmet, your eyebrows knitting. "A kettle? How many Gothamites do you know own kettles?"

"It's the only dignified way to make tea," he says.

Maybe Hood isn't so born and bred Gotham. "Were you raised by British monarchs?"

"Kinda," he says. He evidently gives up on finding a kettle and instead puts water to boil on the stove, even though you have a microwave. Weirdo.

Suddenly, you realize you haven't thought about death for a whole five minutes.

"Got any decaffeinated tea?" Hood asks.

You have a barely opened box of Sleepytime. You point at the top shelf. He hums and retrieves the box, taking out three tea bags to drop into the boiling water.

Hood takes out two mugs. He's surprisingly apt at navigating an unfamiliar kitchen.

He gives you your mug and sits across from you at the table. He's huge at your table, but he gracefully crosses his legs despite the limited space.

"Didja eat?" he asks.

"I had some cereal a few hours ago," you say.

Hood nods. "Fine. But you gotta eat real dinner too."

You don't think it really matters what a corpse-in-training eats, but you nod anyway. Hood's tone invites no deliberation.

"What's your favorite food? Drink your tea."

You scrunch your face and take a hesitant sip. The hot liquid burns your tongue for a moment before you swallow.

"I like pizza," you say. "And burgers. And ramen. But lately, everything tastes like nothing."

You'd tried to find joy in food a few days ago because you couldn't find it anywhere else. You'd torn open a pack of Swedish Fish and shoved the box into your drawer after eating two pieces because it'd tasted like melted plastic to you.

Then you'd bought an expensive brand of chocolate bar, desperate to be happy, desperate to be flooded with dopamine. Nothing. You'd tossed the chocolate, feeling distinctly broken. What monster doesn't find joy in their favorite candy?

You only eat to cure the hunger pains, because you can't take anymore pain. You eat to survive. Not because you want to, but because dying by starvation takes too long.

"That's okay," Hood says. "'S good you're eating."

You scoff. "I don't need consolation."

Hood doesn't give you the satisfaction of an argument. He's going to make you feel alive in a gentler way, even though you don't deserve it. "Drink your tea."

You drink. His mug remains untouched. You feel like you're in a play. This isn't even real tea, it's just colored water. And Hood's stage direction is to not drink his colored water. It's just for show.

You look out the window, expecting to make eye contact with an audience member. You're waiting for the second act. You're waiting for the end.

"I don't want anymore," you say when your mug is half-finished. Trying to finish the tea feels like prolonging the inevitable. The audience wants to go home. They have lives to get back to. They can't live with you and the stage forever.

To your surprise, Hood nods. "Okay. C'mon."

He stands up from the table. You follow him to your bedroom. He pulls open your shirt drawer. You notice the two guns strapped to his hips, two strapped to his ankles, and one bigger gun on his back. You wait for the director's guidance on how you should feel. None comes, so you remain apathetic.

"Choose a shirt," he says. You pick a plain pink t-shirt. Hood closes that drawer and opens your pants drawer. "Choose."

You take a pair of worn pajama shorts because you overheat when you sleep, especially when you're depressed. You're sweaty from your lie-in till two that you took earlier today. Your face is greasy. You're sure your hair isn't nice either.

"Go change," Hood says, walking out of your room. "I'll be outside." He closes the door behind him.

You change, if only out of shock of the Red Hood giving you orders.

"Done," you say, probably too quiet for anyone to hear. But Hood comes in. He looks you over.

"Good." He points to the bed. "Lie down."

You do. Your sheets are gross. They haven't been changed in at least a few months. You're suddenly swollen with shame that anyone, even the Red Hood, is seeing you in this state. Your eyes fill with stinging tears. You should've died before it came to this.

"I'm sorry you had to stop to do this," you say.

Hood's silent for a moment. Then he walks to your side of the bed. He crouches down. His helmet eyes glow in the dark. You've never been less afraid.

This is a plot twist you did not foresee. A new character. A guardian angel. Red in your blue-gray.

"'S not always gonna feel like this," he says.

More tears, more splinters in your throat. "It's felt like this for so long."

"Yeah," he says gently. Gentler than you fucking deserve. "I know."

The writer has overridden the director's wants, and has introduced some new foreshadowing. Should your audience believe it? Or is this a fake-out?

You lie back and want to die a little less. One young woman in your audience chokes up. She believes that you believe you’ll live. She will stay here for as long as it takes for you to make it through act two.

"If you have to go, it's okay," you say.

Hood settles against the wall near your bed. He pulls one knee against his chest. It's almost like you have a friend.

"Nah," he says. "I don't have anywhere to be. I finished my patrol. I'll stay till you fall asleep."

He doesn't ask to stay, and that feels good, not having to make the choice, to face the shame of wanting another person to care about you.

You screw your eyes shut. "Thank you," you whisper.

"I'm gonna bring you a kettle," Hood says.

You laugh. It's small and brittle but it's real. "Okay." You'll have to make it through the night. Red Hood is bringing you a kettle.

You lay there for a long time, not sleeping. You keep your eyes closed. You focus on keeping your breathing even. Then you open your eyes to check.

Hood is still there, sitting against the wall. You wonder if he's fallen asleep too. His voice startles you.

"Still here," he says. "Said I wouldn't go till you sleep. Meant it. Don't worry."

Maybe tomorrow's sun won't be so blue or gray. You fall asleep.

[strangepoppy]

𐔌  .  dc collection  !  ୧

⭑ refer to guidelines for requesting ⭑ graphic fics are marked with a ✘ ⭑ requested fics are marked with a 𖹭

── JASON TODD

│ SERIES

i. COMPANY IN A BONE DEAD LAND ✘

The world as you know it is broken, crawling with those infected by the virus. You're one of very few survivors, and you're cautious of each step you take. When a man breaks into your house, you're torn between kindness and survival.

│ ONESHOTS

i. LET ME FIX YOUR WINDOW?

On grey days, you andJason lay on the living room floor.

ii. INK-DIPPED AFTERNOONS

You and Jason find warmth on the living room couch, and a worn book keeps the two of you company.

iii. SLOW IT DOWN - THE LUMINEERS

Some days are really heavy, and you wake up with a certain kind of exhaustion. Jason is there to help you carry yourself back to bed.

iv. YOU GIVE J.T A SCARE

Try not to be late, for Jason's sake.

v. HE WON'T LET ME BREAK APART ✘𖹭

Your period cramps can be brutal and unforgiving. Usually, you deal with them alone, but Jason's not having any of that when he comes home.

vi. SIT WITH ME IN THE ETHER 𖹭

You and Jason spoke about kids, but neither of you thought that now was the time—but when you go for your usual check up at the only clinic in Gotham you trust, you're faced with something neither you or Jason thought to consider.

vii. BLACK EYES & CONFESSIONS

In the quiet of your bathroom, Jason shares a part of him with you.

viii. BABY, BOTH ARMS CRADLE YOU NOW

It's a rainy day and you & Jason spend a quiet moment together.

ix. YOU KISSED THE CONCRETE

Your and Jason's relationship is...strained, to say the least. But you need to relay a message to him, and in the midst of your message, tension settles itself between you two with words unsaid.

x. FRAGILITY

Grief stalks you while you remember the image of a boy long gone. You're sure his memory will haunt you forever.

xi. DULLED ANTLERS & HEADLIGHTS 𖹭

In the drafts...

xii. GUESSING GAME

A rainy night in a dingy hotel with Jason, and a soft-spoken game.

xiii. LITTLE RED WALKING MAN

You have an argument with Jason Todd and things don't go your way. There's something slipping out of your fingers, and it might just be him.

│ DRABBLES

i. J.T LOVES LOUDLY

Ramble about the way Jason loves you.

ii. J.T & A GF WHO DOESN'T TEXT

Jason with a gf who isn't good at replying to messages.

iii. J.T QUOTES "LITERATURE"

Jason might be a fan of Jane Austen, but he's good at quoting the movies you force him to watch too.

iv. UNTITLED

Jason comforts you as a dreadful event approaches.

v. J.T & A GF WHO OWNS A BIKE + PT.II

It comes as a surprise to Jason when he finds a Yamaha MT motorcycle—spotless, clean—sitting in your apartment complex's underground garage. What you tell him next comes as an even bigger surprise.

vi. J.T LEARNS TO LOVE SLOWLY

Ramble about how Jason learns to love you.

vii. COLD HANDS

Jason Todd has cold hands.

│ CONVERSATIONS WITH J.T

i. DID YOU JUST LICK MY HAND?

Some cute banter between you and Jason.

ii. THREE-WORDED DEVOTION

Jason falls asleep on top of you.

── RICHARD GRAYSON

│ ONESHOTS

i. HONEY-COATED BUBBLE

You and Dick soak in the sunlight on a summer morning.

ii. MY SUMMER DREAMS RIPPED AT THE SEAMS

In the drafts...

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