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suicide-with-dazai · 9 months

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' Waiting for me ' ~ Diluc x reader

context: diluc gets home from working at the tavern all day to find you awake waiting for him <3

tags: ☆ fluff , heavy nsfw , diluc x fem!reader , soft!diluc , cvm eating , fem terms , cute aftercare & soft encouragement ☆

! inspired by Vulpine Voice Diluc audio on yt !

- quick & easy read -

starts under the cut , enjoy . (MINORS RESPECTFULLY DNI) <3

eventually , he reaches his house , hoping to find you sound asleep in his bed .

the air is still and silent as diluc walks home . the streets of mondstadt deserted since nightfall . the sound of his footsteps echo as he takes a shortcut through an alleyway .

he unlocks the door as quiet as possible , and kicks his shoes off . walking into the bedroom he notices youre sat up in his bed , still awake .

" darling , what are you still doing up ? " he rushes over to you and holds your jaw as he kisses you " is everything okay ? "

you put your arms around him and kiss him back , deeply and passionately . the room goes silent for a moment while you kiss , " y-yeah i was just worried "

" worried about what , sweetheart ? " diluc breaks away from the kiss and walks over to the dresser and takes off his work clothes . he takes a tshirt and some underwear out of his dresser and begins getting ready to slide into bed with you .

" i dunno.. i was .. just scared- it got late and i- "

when diluc finishes getting dressed , he walks over to you and puts his finger over your mouth , " shhh~ its alright "

at this , you get all flustered at this sudden affection and stop worrying about him .

" took a lot longer to close the tavern tonight , couple things i had to take care of . dont worry your pretty little head , honey , im okay "

he gets into bed next to you and gestures for you to lie on top of him , to which you gladly obey .

now , he senses that youre more relaxed . you put your head on his chest as he starts stroking your hair .

" you do anything interesting today , my love ? " diluc inquires , cuddling you lovingly .

" not really , did my commissions then that was about it ... visited Wagner a few times to see how my new polearm is coming along . "

" oh ? and hows that going ? "

" its looking pretty good ! its gonna be finished in around 3 days or so ... "

diluc loves hearing about your day , and you love hearing about his too .

" how was your day , love ? " you look up at him and kiss his neck as you ask .

" eh , just the usual . pretty boring actually " he sighs .

you stay silent for a moment then you sit up on him , straddling his body .

" is that so , huh ? " you bite your lip and run your hands along his toned abs .

" is my darling feeling needy , hm ? " he puts his hands on your hips , " i think thats just what i need right now~ "

he speaks in a low and sexy tone , almost purring out his words , in such a seductive manner . his voice never fails to turn you on . the vibrations of his low tone linger in your core for a moment as you surpress a moan .

you smirk and began grinding your clothed cunt on him , feeling his dick get hard inside his boxers .

" ill make you feel good~ promise~ "

diluc lets out a stifled moan as you grind on him , giving him that friction that he needs .

you take your shirt off , revealing your bare tits . diluc reaches his arms up to fondle them , and play with your nipples . you moan at the lewd touches from your needy boyfriend .

you start to grind faster , both of you begging for friction , feeling so riled up in the needy situation you were both in .

" oh my love , my beautiful girl , take your panties off for me~ thats it . niiiice and slow~ " you slide your panties down slowly and teasingly and you look half lidded into his desperate eyes , " fuckk- thats a good girl~ "

you feel his dick getting harder underneath you , so you tug at his waistband . you look into his eyes for consent , to which he nods . you first take off his shirt then get to work on his boxers .

" mhh~ thats it , love . thaats it~ "

when you slide his boxers off , youre met with his pretty dick , so hard and dripping already for you .

he breathes heavily in anticipation as you position yourself over his dick , your cunt already being wet enough for it to slide in .

" slowly , yeah ? " he whines as he tries to keep his composure .

" ill go nice and slow~ " you put his throbbing tip at your entrance and slowly sink onto his dick .

you moan loudly as his length stretches you out , he strokes your thighs to reassure you, " no rush , sweetheart. youre doing so good~ "

when youve fully adjusted , you begin moving up and down slowly . at this , diluc groans as your soaking cunt slides up and down his length .

" f-fuck- mhh- " he whines at this immense pleasure hes feeling , " ah~ keep going love~ "

you start to move a little bit faster now , your cunt and his base slapping together makes such lewd noises , you cant help but moan .

" ah- let me get on top of you " he whines .

he lifts you off of his dick and places you underneath him . hes quick to slide back inside of you .

he starts fucking you faster , as his breathing becomes more and more irregular ,

" a- ah- keep going diluc~ " you squirm under him as he fucks your pretty cunt faster , pushing you both closer to the edge .

" oh love- im close- "

he continues fucking you closer and closer as he too approached his orgasm .

" fuck- y/n- im gonna cum- "

he fucks you until you cum , and lets you ride out your orgam , your chest rising and falling as you scream his name ,

at this , diluc quickly pulls out and cums on your tits , he lets out a low groan and tries to calm himself down .

" such a good girl arent you~ " he sighs in pleasure as he looks at your tits covered in his thick cum .

he leans down to kiss you , while playing with your tits which were dripping with cum , " mmhh~ " you whimper into his mouth as you feel his fingers slip over your nipples so easily with the extra lubrication .

he breathes heavily as he swipes across your chest with his finger , collecting some of his cum and puts it inside your mouth . you willingly suck his finger clean and swallow his cum .

diluc hums out in pleasure as you suck his finger , biting his lip . you sit up and kiss him , making him taste his own cum . this lewd action causes him to roll his eyes back and kiss you harder .

" oh , darling , this is just what i needed~ " diluc continues kissing you and swirling his tongue around in your mouth , " lets get you cleaned up , sweetheart "

he was still breathing heavily when he walked to the bathroom to start the shower .

dilucs aftercare is always so soft and sweet and it makes you weak to know he cares so much~

" we can shower together if youd like ? " diluc stands leaning on the doorframe , the light of the bathroom behind him highlighting his toned figure beautifully .

" mm~ yeah " diluc walks over to you and picks you up in his arms , you lean into his touch and kiss his collarbone . he carries you over to the bathroom , where he puts you down . your legs feel unsteady and weak after diluc had fucked you .

" you okay ? " diluc holds your waist to steady you and stop you from falling . you nod and he helps you get into the shower .

he first gets under the shower , letting it drip down his body . then , he offers you his hand , and you get under the hot water with him . you almost moan as you see all the cum on your body getting washed away .

you decide to pick up the loofah and some soap and begin washing dilucs pretty body .

" mm, thank you love " he smiles as you start washing his body . you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him and he hugs you lovingly .

once you were both all washed up , he wraps a towel around you and dries you off . then you return the favour by drying him .

you always find it so cute how sleepy diluc gets after sex , makes you wanna just hug him so tightly and drift off to sleep with him .

diluc picks you back up and put you in bed next to him , the silky sheets covering your bare body as you cuddle up to him . you stroke his hair as he begins to fall asleep , his head snuggled in your neck .

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enithechaospotato · 1 year

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More genshin men fluff <:]

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Them being sick &/or injured and having you take care of them <3

Feat: scaramouche and xiao x gn!reader (seperate)

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Xiao

"Y/n... You dont have to take care of me.. im fine-" he said in a raspy and frail voice

"Xiao you've been coughing all morning! You can't even get up and make some soup for yourself!"

"But i don't like soup."

"Well then, what do you like?"

"al-" "almond tofu, i should have known.." you internally face palmed yourself.

For the rest of the week, Xiao was telling you that he was alright as you took care of him. But you stayed nontheless, you knew he only wanted you to leave so that you dont risk getting sick yourself. You had the O mighty demon concourer flustered every minute or so, having him dig his red face into the blanket or pillow. Oh, and how'd you get him to react like this? All you have to do was give him a sweet, soft peck on the forehead, and he'd turn into a shy mess.

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Scaramouche/Wanderer

You let out a soft chuckle "when did you become so cuddly?" "S-shut up..."

You had scaramouche's head on your shoulder, arms around your waist. You were caressing his hair with one hand while having your other one wrapped around him. He blushed from what you said, nuzzling himself into your neck, trying to avoid you from seeing it. But it was pointless, you could still see his bright red ears.

"awwh, you're so cute..~" You tease. "H-humph! I'll make you regret saying that later..!" He said trying to sound annoyed and confident, but his voice gave away that he only got more flustered.

"mhmm mhm, definitely" You replied as you rolled your eyes in amusement

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cravingsfromatwistedone · 1 year

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[ POSITIONS, POSITIONS, POSITIONS! ]

GENSHIN MEN ALL (not all actually) STARS X FEM! READER

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HELLO THERE DARLINGS!! IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I'VE POSTED ANY OF MY WRITINGS SO HOPEFULLY, I'M STILL GOOD AS BEFORE! ENJOY READING NY DARLINGS!♡

TW: SEX POSITIONS, MENTIONS OF HAIR PULLING, SLIGHT PET NAMES, MENTIONS OF CUMMING INSIDE

[ Missionary ]

It's not that they're being basic but it's because that they're a romantic at heart! There's nothing more lovely to them than seeing you grip on to their shoulders for dear life as you continue to cry out their name. Begging them to go faster, deeper and harder as the blood in their body continues to flare up even more, all the while admiring how your face scrunches up into pure pleasure and ecstasy. Once the knot in their stomach bursts, they held you still by the hips as your nails rake through their skin one last time. After all, they take pride in the scars you leave on their backs and they, too, hope that you'd take pride in the scars they've littered all across your body with♡

- Diluc, Tighnari, Chongyun, Heizou, Kazuha, Thoma

[ Cowgirl ]

There's just something enthralling to see you eagerly bounce your hips against them, in an attempt to ease the tightening knot that's growing in your lower regions as you shamelessly moan out how good they make you feel. And with every thrust becoming more faster and desperate than the last, they tried to hold on to any rationality they've had left as sweet, sweet praises slip out from their lips; saying how you look absolutely beautiful and gorgeous in such a frenzied state. Honestly, you're going to be the death of them if you keep acting so.... well, you know very well how you're like, don't you doll?♡

- Kaeya, Pantalone, Xingqiu, Venti, Albedo, Gorou

[ Pronebone ]

They're cold and ruthless to anyone but you, dearest. Hence the reason they chose this particular position, where they could mold you into their own personal plaything. As you cry into the pillows of your shared bed, they can simply dip their head down to whisper sweet nothings into your ear; murmuring how you're such a good girl for them. Their calloused hands massaging your plump rear as you take in their cocks again and again. If they're feeling a little bit mean, they'd tug on your hair; forcing you to look at them as your back arches painfully so only to have your lips devoured by them, their thrusts being downright animalistic. You look so pathetic and helpless but you've placed your trust in them to love you in their own way, didn't you?♡

- Childe, Cyno, Xiao, Beloved (Wanderer/ Scaramouche), Kaveh

[ Mating press ]

There's no doubt that these men would instil fear just from their large physique and social status alone but you came along nicely, didn't you? Their large hands held your plush thighs softly before pressing them against your bare chest, effectively folding you in half and once they do, you'd let out such breathy noises. Your whines and whimpers are full of want and they can see that you're drooling with anticipation, your eyes fully focused on the hardened cock that rested on your belly. They haven't even placed their cocks in yet but you're already such a hot and undoubtedly wet mess for them, how couldn't they just adore you? Alas, once they were balls deep in you tight cunt, it's more than assured that the bed would break soon from how hard it was creaking♡

- Capitano, Itto, Zhongli, Alhaitham, Ayato

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azzumei · 1 year

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2, plus 4.

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a/n: no, no just imagine. JUST LOOKOK

what if..

xiao having quadruplets which are actually his siblings reincarnations?

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genre: fluff

summary: a really cute and wholesome family

warnings: mentions of sex, giving birth, babies.

[name] indicates you, afab reader, xiao being strict ig, reader is immortal, kinda ooc xiao, SHORT BUT PLS BARE WITH ME IM NOT THAT CREATIVE AND IM NEW ::cry::

wc: over 100

the first time you met was the aftermath of a strong blizzard in the local villages.

you watched him, as he ate the snow from the blood stained ground, the sun shining upon you two.

his clothes, torn apart, wounds uncovered, scattered around his body and probably infected, his hair as messy as (your lif-) your cats litter box.

you approach him slowly, then you sat down right in front of him.

you gave him a piece of warm, fluffy bread that you had in your basket. He hesitated to take it at first but really, hunger was the main problem here. (like my mom in my lif-)

he ate it in a millisecond. (yum ig) then you offered to fix his appearance in your house that was just 2 blocks away.

he didnt cooperate at first, but when you offered a certain dish (which is almond tofu btw) that is as sweet as the dreams he, and similiar beings allegedly eat. (in your knowledge of course)

then he finally accepted.

you gave him a pair of shoes you were carrying in your bag so he can walk properly. (dora is that you)

when you both got there, you immediately gave him a bath (dw u didnt look at his penpen), fix his hair, gave him a new pair of clothes and make him satisfy his hunger (and ofcourse how could u forget the almond tofu?)

you gave him a room to sleep in, and tons of blankets.

he was comfortable, but he knew that he had to go.

when you woke up he just vanished.

you thought you probably finally made a friend, but they always just had to go.

---------------⠀♡

the second time you saw him was when he was training with his siblings, you didnt recognize him at first but you got there.

you saw that they needed a medic to assist the yakshas in the wounds that they receive in battles. good thing you practiced medicine.

you worked your way up to make him recognize you, and to atleast talk with him.

alas, you got what you wanted.

''you seem familiar, have we...met before?'' he asked.

''you have! do you remember me, alatus?''

''...''

''....?''

''i believe that i dont go by that name, atleast not anymore. so it seems that i have met you far back.''

''oh right! my name is [name]. do you now remember?'

''..i do remember you. i thank you for giving me...hospitality that day.''

''no problem, so uh, shall i continue treating you, general?''

''yes, yes you may.''

from that day onward, you both were talking everytime he went to your medic tent.

but nothing really lasts forever, yes?

you were rushing the civillians out of the blood painted space,

trying to treat the wounded as you are able.

the bloody screams haunted your ears, the blood splatters on your uniform and tainted hand in red, gave you terror.

your friend, the general alatus. being tortured by karmic debt, killing him slowly.

his siblings, all covered in blood.

you just had to.

you had to save him even if it means not seeing him

ever again.

⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡

now here you are, still haunted by that day, but doing quite well.

delivering herbs to baizhu..

doing commissions for extra money..

yeah but thats not it.

there was something wrong.

you had a goal, but you cant really make it up.

oh.

you want see him again.

you need him.

you searched for him day and night

and you finally got a clue, he apparently resided in wangshu inn.

you greeted verr goldet, then asked her if you could borrow the kitchen for a second. she allowed it, and you sprinted right onto the ingredient storage.

grabbing the ingredients for almond tofu, you started to make it.

once you were done, you didnt waste a single breath of going to the balcony.

you called his name and offered almond tofu.

and there he was, right in front of you.

''what do you need, morta-'' he froze. he looked at you up and down.

you were familiar to him, he knows that you both had a bond.

''general alatus, its me. do you remember?''

''of course i remember you, medic.''

then you started a friendship again. (wow its so fast)

strangers to friends, and now

friends to lovers.

you both were just close friends in mortals eyes.

but only if they knew what you both do in your shared bedroom.

xiao always asked during heated times or any part of the day actually, ''why would you be with me? why would you keep being here, by my side. knowing what i did, and my karmic debt-''

you always gave an answer that gave him warmth.

''because i would never even leave a wonderful being like you, i love you, xiao. so dont ever think about that.''

so uh anyway

but as xiao believed, he thought that you both should do those intimate, and close things as a married couple, to follow tradition and courtesy.

so you both wed each other.

xiao's proposal was sweet. short but meaningful.

your ring finger, now decorated with a jade band.

its been about.. 21 years since you have wed, 13 years as mere partners, 450 years since you were both just friends.

you both have spent a lifetime together, maybe longer than that i suppose.

you thought, that maybe life would be a lot more cheerful if you both had children.

you first presented the idea to xiao, he was hesitant at first but he agreed (he would do anything for you.)

so you gave it a try.

at the 3rd try, you were finally with child..ren..?

somehow, xiao sensed that there were more than just one.

they were not one, but four.

if you think xiao would be so overprotective over you even before you got pregnant, then you were wrong. he is 2x. wait no 10x even more protective than before.

when you just want to cook something for yourself, he stops you and he always said

''request the chef for some food, no need to make it yourself. its dangerous.''

''IM NOT PORCELAIN-''

*vanishes*

''...''

''YOU FUCKER-''

and when you want to go out to get some fresh air he is ALWAYS beside you.

''xiao, dear, can i just go out to the garden for a bit? its not like there are monsters around right?, plus you can clear them out in no time!''

''no. if you are willing to go out i will be beside you.''

but dw after your hours of scolding he finally accepts and just watches over you.

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when your due date arrived, you both were just gazing upon the moon on the balcony.

the starlit sky being so beautiful, children playing happily, grass and flowers waving..

it was so peaceful.

then you asked:

''love, what names shall we give our children?''

''..im not good with names, i could ask mora- i mean zhongli to give some suggestions.''

''hmmm... since there are four of them, shall we give them the names of your siblings?''

''...''

''do you think it is a bad idea?--''

''no, no. I think its...wonderful.''

you both wrapped your arms in eachother,

while you notice something was kind of...

a watery sensation?-

oh.

''xiao, i think my water just broke.''

''whAT.''

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and there he was panicking.

what if something happened to you? or what if something happened to your children?

what if-

the sounds of new born babies crying occupied his ears.

and he was relieved.

''giving birth is tough-...they tore through my fucking pus- i mean what can i expect...the perks of giving birth..''

''love, get some rest. ill look after them for you.''

2 twin girls, and 2 twin boys.

huh, what a coincidence.

fin.

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a/n ; SORRY THIS WAS SO FUCKIGN SHORT I RAN OUT OF IDEAS but dont worry, i will make a fic about how they grew up, and how they are. anyway, thank you @c3lest14 for being my beta reader! and thank you for the wonderful art that was inspired by [name] in this fic:D

the art btw: (its so gorg)

ok ok goodbye every1<3 have a nice day

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alatusxiaoo · 2 years

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i like him, not you!

synopsis: in which you’ve finally mustered up the courage to express a bashful confession to your best friend and six-year crush…only to accidentally dispatch your heartfelt message to the wrong person.

character/s: albedo, ayato, childe, kazuha, xiao, scaramouche, thoma

a/n: @sohyuki ilysm have a wonderful day queen <3

the first thing you do is run away.

in a way, you have always been good at that. scampering from those undivulged words and imminent encounters that instilled fear in you. it spoke to you almost like a natural instinct, left you with a bitter taste on your tongue, tormented you with a sick sensation twisting your stomach.

because of this, you ran from a lot of things. from your parents whenever they frowned upon a low grade on your report card, from a pompous asshole you later mustered the tiniest courage to shove down during fourth grade, from the unwitting attention of sunbeam-amber eyes meeting yours, and from your best friend whom you’ve practically loved for the longest time.

and you decide the last one is something you’ll finally want to quit running away from.

eight little letters and three simple words, yet for six long years they have meant more than the world to you. he has always meant more than the world to you.

so you attempt to construct it all within proper sentences — desperately trying not to jumble up your phrases while trying to provide the impression that you sure as hell hadn’t been shaking tremendously as you wrote it.

but it’s so difficult to even spare a meek glance at it. so annoying that it pesters thrumming vibrations in the depths of your stupid heart. so fucking frustrating that you don’t actually bother looking at it anymore when your fingers hover over the word ‘send’.

you’ve shut your phone off after that singular moment, and stashed it away in a nearby drawer for safekeeping. and for the entire weekend, you convince yourself that you didn’t really care anymore. six years didn’t matter because you weren’t expecting an answer. just an outlet for these emotions and a burden lifted off your weighted shoulders.

and for the first time in a long while, you acknowledge how liberating it feels to not want to run.

Y/N’S CONTACTS.

him <3 (kaedehara kazuha)

✉ 4:47 am, april 4th (mon).

[ 1 new message! ] : psst. arcade after class today? :)

ah, but who would be an idiot not to fall for him?

you’ve guessed he’s received so many incessant compliments and heartfelt confessions, that despite how frustratingly courteous he was — could never actually bother wasting his time sorting through each and every one of them.

so you figure that you’re in the clear, and he won’t have to burden himself with formulating a sharp answer.

or at least, that’s what you reassure yourself when monday comes around and he greets you with an ever-familiar and warm smile.

and is also perhaps why he pretends like nothing has actually happened…

because if that happened to be the case, he was rather good at acting pretty normal. you knew that if you’d ever received such a confession from somebody, you would have been freaking out a lot more — and depending on whether you reciprocated their emotions, either avoiding or confronting them.

but this…was a little too cold of a reaction.

and yet, at the same time, you were thankful he still kept approaching and talking to you as usual. above all, kazuha was your best friend before he was the person you wanted to be romantically involved with. you could never really bear the thought of losing him as a close confidante.

but it hurt like hell because he was always too kind, always too impossible not to love. always with the 1 am calls and his soft voice when you couldn’t fall asleep. always with the weekend home visits to his place so you could share a meal together. always with the sleepovers or out catching a midnight film. always a shoulder to lean on when the tears were too much. always, always there.

you know he’ll never love you the way you knew just exactly how to love him. and that’s okay.

but if looks and words could have honestly fooled, it almost seemed like he was ridiculously unaware that you had even confessed to him in the first place.

everything stayed the same.

and you can’t help but feel sick at the reality, because a part of you wanted to believe that kazuha was in love with you, at least once in his life and perhaps never again. in sleepless turned drowsy midnight calls, in fleeting glances inside the deserted cinema, in homemade meals and warm smiles, in drowning tears and comforting hugs. in the briefest of seconds when he realized you were always there.

but the thing about love is that it’s blinded you enough to not think about the probability that he might just like you. that he may or may not have been avoiding all other confessions because he only hoped for yours. that he may be hesitating every time you two get closer because he thinks you won’t want him back. that at 1 am while you’re whispering softly through the phone about your day, kazuha’s thinking about all the pragmatic reasons not to blurt out mid-conversation that he’s always been madly in love with you.

you know one thing for sure when you dazedly stare at your phone later that day. love has blinded you enough to not think twice about why kazuha might not be acting any differently than you had initially expected. why he’s so infuriatingly unfazed. why he should have been having a more violent reaction instead of making the same silly jokes with you.

and boy, you’re bewildered when you find two chat notifications waiting in your message box. one from kazuha, inviting you to the nearby arcade after class…except for some absurd reason, there’s no record of an embarrassingly heartfelt confession registered in your shared chat history.

the second from a boy you barely knew but always subconsciously noticed in class, sitting rather ominously in your DMs with the strangest of messages. and it’s only when you begrudgingly open your shared chat, that you clearly feel how your heart stops in one horrifying instant.

because sitting there in the most unexpected of places, lies the culmination of six long years building up to a terribly emotional confession.

but…it’s not for the boy you had hoped would receive it.

that guy in class (xiao)

✉ 11:54 pm, april 2nd (sat).

[ 1 new message! ] : who are you?

xiao wishes there was a guidebook for how to handle all probable awkward situations, in the unfortunate circumstance that he’d ever find himself impossibly lodged in the middle of one.

but there’s none that exist to date. and he thinks not even the internet can help him figure out what to respond to a sudden and random heartfelt confession sitting peacefully in his message inbox.

he hasn’t exactly done anything to be loved or wanted by anyone. and at first, your contact name barely registers anyone he recognizes in his head. so he sends the first question he thinks of as a response, and shuts his phone to close his eyes and rest.

but then sunday morning comes and it clicks. he remembers. he knows who you are. because of that, xiao finds it all absurd.

it wasn’t like he intended to stare at you. he was always prone to dozing off mid-classes, eyes instinctively sweeping across every inch of the classroom, outside the window to greet the blinding light of the morning sun, and then reluctantly retreating back inside…

only to see you. and for you to see him.

so the odd pattern repeats. everyday.

you’d think he have broken out of such a quirky habit of looking. he’d think you’d have stopped meeting his eyes every single time. but you always manage to see each other — and past that, neither of you dare make the effort to talk to one another.

it was some sort of unspoken understanding between you two, momentary peace that isn’t built on a real connection. just that he finds comfort in your eyes, while you’re left breathless at his.

but for you to confess, and oh so suddenly without any particular reason to make you like him.

so he realizes the message presently occupying his DMs (and unconsciously plaguing his thoughts) isn’t truly meant for him.

monday eagerly arrives, and he stares. more often than usual, more often than he’d want to. he wonders if you’ve noticed how you fucked up, because he’s almost certain he knows who your vulnerable confession is intended for.

and it’s late in the afternoon when you shyly pull him aside to talk about it. how embarrassed you were by your clumsy mistake, how deeply you felt apologetic for sending it to him, but most importantly of all —

“i’m really sorry, but i like someone else and not you!”

strange how your first conversation turns out like this. he’s always imagined it would begin very differently. perhaps with you pointing out the fact that he always gazes at you, him asking you in return why you always look back.

and almost on impeccable cue, you suddenly smile and tell him about all the times you recognized him because of how often your eyes met, even though you’ve never talked to each other. you’re sorry for not talking with him sooner.

but xiao thinks nothing is going to change just because you’ve verbally acknowledged each other.

he was sort of wrong. the next time you met glances, you smiled. several more times after you’ve started doing it, he starts to reciprocate with the smallest of smiles too — the kind that makes you feel like its your shared little secret.

and you’ve both changed in certain ways. you talked with each other more often, occupying vacated classrooms during breaks and making a bit more room for each other within your drastically different lives. he even starts to join you during lunch whenever kazuha was too occupied with homework, and lets you drag him along to amusement parks or anime events you presumed kazuha wasn’t too interested in.

but the craziest part about it all was that you admitted to never actually confessing to kazuha after all that’s happened.

perhaps you were left traumatized by your previous opportunity to confess to your best friend. perhaps because of a certain “someone’s” consistent jokes, you were too horrified to ever want to confess to somebody ever again. perhaps you were simply confused about the new boy weaving his way into your life.

one thing’s for sure, xiao feels strangely relieved that you decided not to send the actual message to your crush.

and maybe even a little dirty part of him hopes you’ll eventually forget about confessing to kazuha at the end of it all.

saturday boyfriend (childe)

✉ 9:06 am, april 5th (tues).

[ 1 new message! ] : so you’re the girl who likes xiao?

the thing is, childe could have never actually perceived the day when he’d get a phone call late in the evening from xiao, inquiring about what to say in response to an abrupt confession from a stranger.

his brusque and characteristically quiet best friend — had suddenly gotten some crazy chick to fall for him? with that shitty personality?

oh, the unexpected news gave childe the laughter of a lifetime. and yet, he couldn’t help but feel curious about the idea of it. what kind of interesting person would ever be attracted to someone like that guy? (respectfully, of course.)

fortunately to satiate the whirlwind of questions that night, xiao later sends him a text of your name with a message not to bother you.

and childe’s eyes go wide when he eventually puts a face to the name. you, the weird chick always absently staring over at xiao in classes?

perhaps he should’ve seen it coming. he did think it was weird how he sometimes found you glancing quietly towards his friend. but he sort of assumed you’d have liked kazuha instead — you know, your actual best friend — over some guy you’ve never even talked to in your life.

so with the right determination, he makes it his personal mission the following monday to devote his own precious time for a stakeout. because who’s to say you weren’t secretly some disgusting pervert targeting your uninhibited emotions to an innocent classmate?

childe observes you from afar the whole day. from the moment you found your seat in class that morning, watching you lock eyes with xiao mid-science discussion, routinely tagging along with kazuha for lunch, and even as you’re concentrating on a note-taking phase during the afternoon break.

you haven’t made any explicit moves towards xiao…yet. it’s a rather normal and innocuous day for you.

until afternoon comes — and near the school gates, he watches as you awkwardly tug xiao aside to talk to him briefly. childe pauses in his steps, staring at your huddled silhouettes while attempting to decipher the distinct mood of the conversation. he sees you smile at one point, and how you courteously greet each other goodbye when it’s over.

did xiao accept your feelings then?

that night, he gets your number from a mutual friend, and sends you a harmless text message the next morning. if xiao reciprocated your interest in him that day, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to eventually get to know each other during the long run.

but when he arrives in school, he’s greeted by the sight of you staring at him in surprise and asking if you could spare him a minute of his time to talk. and it’s right then that you explain and attempt to clear up the misunderstanding that transpired between you and his best friend.

it still makes childe laugh at the absurdity of it whenever he thinks about the mistaken confession, and how throughly embarrassed you must have been for unhesitatingly sending it to a complete stranger.

from that fateful day on, you two started to become close friends. and to mark that unforgettably momentous occasion for you — childe would routinely find a way to weave his presence into your saturdays, bringing flowers, chocolates, typical department-store love letters, or text you a long ass cheap excuse of a profession — to remind you of your “beautifully executed confession”. even though really, it’s just a dumb excuse to poke infuriating jokes at you.

those continuous, and admittedly humorous endeavors of his, became some part of the reason why you could never bring yourself to confess to kazuha again…or anyone else for that matter.

and you know, maybe celibacy was the way your life was always destined to be. maybe you weren’t supposed to give out your heart to other guys, because you were solely meant to receive any form of romantic gesture every saturday from a certain ginger-haired bastard. and well, maybe it wasn’t the worst thing to have in the world.

or maybe he’s accidentally caught feelings when he suddenly put more thought than he should have, into picking out a gift on a random saturday.

maybe one average saturday, he’ll unconsciously fall for your smile and the sarcastic words of gratitude you’ll throw back at him.

and maybe, just maybe…on some imminent saturday, he won’t know what more to give other than his real and heartfelt confession to you.

homework hotline (albedo)

✉ 6:15 am, april 7th (thurs).

[ 1 new message! ] : hey, coming over to yours later for that project due next week.

you’ve had close friends come over to your apartment often, but none have ever made you feel as utterly relieved compared to when albedo visits.

it’s always been challenging for you to keep track of homework loads, or stay motivated while reviewing for an upcoming test due the end of the week. and albedo’s presence magically helps you to be productive with exactly all of that.

perhaps you feel more motivated, or somewhat pressured to accomplish tasks in the company of a person who’s actually mastered diligence. whatever it is, for the past few years it’s given you higher grades than you’ve ever expected to receive pitted against your previous academic years.

and ever since then, you’ve made it a point to always partner up together during projects, which he easily obliges to. plus, you’ve succeeded as a team in plenty of tasks for so long, that albedo naturally feels more inclined to work with you.

he also can’t deny that the company is indeed familiar and comfortable, therefore making it the most preferable alternative.

besides, he’s made himself at home in your apartment for a handful of years now, that it’s almost as if he practically lives together with you. an extra toothbrush left in your bathroom cupboard, a similar set of pillows and blankets stashed inside your closet, albedo’s hoodies and clothes folded in a neat pile within a separate drawer — his presence in your home was always just there.

which is why later that evening, as you and albedo are busy preparing dinner before you cram an overnight agenda of finishing several projects in advance, he casually suggests the idea of moving in together instead.

and it’s frankly not that terrible of an idea. the rent would be split between you both so you’d save much more, there would be no more trouble commuting to each other’s places to finish school-related tasks, house chores would be divided amongst the two of you, and albedo could occupy the apartment while you were out on weekly visits or sleepovers in kazuha’s.

so the deed is done. by the following week, you’ve already prepared other necessary accommodations, and albedo comes over with a small duffel bag (since most of his stuff was already left at your place) and a brand new key for your shared abode.

neither of you can really feel like something has changed. if anything, it seems more natural to have him permanently living with you because it makes things more convenient.

and ever since then, you’ve been constantly seen together a lot more frequently inside the university premises (causing some familiar faces grow envious at the sight of it), but the both of you preferred to keep your current home status as a personal secret so as not to fuel too many strange rumors.

you do homework with each other a lot more often. you’re also left in awe by the occasional detailed doodles scrawled across the corner pages of his lecture notebook. one late evening, you were wondering if it was the sleep taking over you, or he actually drew a little portrait of you on one of the tightly folded pages.

everyday, you’d take turns doing certain things during your well-deserved breaks. albedo, on one hand, teaches you how to draw and paint. you’re not exactly the best at artistic endeavors, but he was always patient and supportive, going as far as to provide specific remarks on the things you needed improvement with.

on other days, you’d convince him to sit down with you to binge food while watching your favorite films. he’d initially oblige to appease your kindness and hadn’t realized it at first — but at some later point, he ended up loving all the same movies as you did.

it’s slow but anticipated, the way he falls in love with you. perhaps a part of him has always seen this ending coming — recognized the dangerous path he was treading, and yet took it without any complaint.

even though he saw through your heart and how you wanted someone else. even as he witnessed the romantic gifts you carried back home with a giddy smile. even while he listens to you upsettingly vent about the most impertinent guy who keeps making his way back into your life.

because maybe deep down, he’s always hoped to love someone like this. the sound of your laughter filling his ears while making dinner. films on television illuminating your face in the darkness. yawns you stifle when it’s midnight and you’re almost finished with homework. fluttering eyes in the morning. enchanting smiles quirking across your lips. napping soundly on the study desk even though you kindly insisted on waiting up for him before you both slept. how it feels to talk about everything and nothing at the same time.

it’s natural and innate. foreign yet so familiar. a breath of fresh air. and yet, the feeling of home lingers across his fingertips.

a written, unchangeable, and hopeless destiny for albedo to always fall without constraint. and the saddest truth is — he wouldn’t have wanted this love for any other way.

BLOCKED — 4th grader asshole (scaramouche)

✉ 2:35 pm, april 9th (sat).

[ 1 new message! ] : you’re paying for the next meal dumbass.

scaramouche to you was a lot of things. perhaps the first and most notable one of them all was that he was an impressively pompous asshole.

and you suppose he’s always been like that. the same bitchy bully you’ve regretfully crossed paths with during the fourth grade.

the strangest part is, you’ve never actually done anything to piss the boy off. or at least, none you could still vividly remember. but you were certain that you weren’t too shitty as a kid, and your first interaction with scaramouche wasn’t even close to offensive.

it happened on the elementary playground, when you first caught sight of the little boy eagerly chasing after his friends, before suddenly tripping over a rock and diving straight into the ground. you remember the degrading echoes of his friends’ laughter, how you worriedly walked over to him and asked if he was okay. how you stretched your hand out to the kid on the ground, and how he stared at you with an unreadable gaze. and before you even knew it, past that singular moment, every single day of 4th grade became absolute war.

could anyone blame you for simply being courteous? he had terribly shitty friends and you only wanted to help…which yes, unexpectedly backfired with irreparable consequences. how were you to know in that second that something horrible would happen?

maybe you should never have approached scaramouche that day. or maybe you also would’ve regretted never helping him out.

either way, the thought has always plagued the back of your mind, and you wonder if your life would have changed so drastically had you made a different choice in that playground.

even until today, he still somehow manages to wander into your life oh so effortlessly. in the hallways, ramming into your shoulder without sparing a mere glance or an apology. in the middle of class, absently toying with your free locks of hair while you grumble several coherent insults towards the boy. during gratitude day, him stealing your white blouse scribbled in your friends’ messages and writing some of his own unwanted words on it. in the art room, cornering you with that devilish smirk and a finger against his lips as he warns you not to make a single sound, while the hall monitor angrily screeches his name around the deserted corridors…most likely intending to throw him in detention.

even at the comfort of your own home — he’s the neighbor who (unfortunately) moved around the same time as you did, except he lives in the spacious flat two floors below.

and it infuriates you to the ends of the earth. how he’s always been there. how he somehow still is.

when you aced a major test, he was there with an irritated scoff, reminding you not to get too full of yourself. when he saw how you started to fall for kazuha in the early years, he was there to poke fun of you for wanting a “nice” guy, because nice was just an equivalent for boring. when he saw you standing outside your house beneath the rain — soaked, shivering, and frustrated after a big argument with your parents — he shoved an umbrella in your face and told you how you looked absolutely horrendous.

he’s seen too much of you, both in your happiest and at your worst. not even others like kazuha or close family friends have witnessed or known such dark parts of you. why did it have to be him? this boy who has been constantly tormenting you for several years of your life?

even as you surround yourself with better people, you still think about the insolent asshole roaming around the hallways. still overly conscious about his presence whenever you’re in the same room (more than you would have wanted). still thinking about his umbrella in the rain.

and perhaps that was the most perplexing thing which unknowingly drew you to scaramouche. that you never really knew which side of him you were going to get everyday.

one moment he’s explicitly arguing with you in the middle of plain daylight (which unfortunately, later lands you both in detention) — then all of a sudden, you’re riding a bus at midnight to your apartment alone, and he’s the person coincidentally seated next to you, flinching at your snot as he hurriedly juts a handkerchief towards your teary face.

he’s always headed towards the apartment at the same time you exit the bus coming from the university. and although you two constantly bicker and fight along the way back to the building, he was there to accompany you on the lonely walk home.

he pokes fun about your painfully obvious crush on your best friend, but tones it down on the sunday he sees you with puffy red eyes after confessing and attempting to convince yourself you didn’t care if he didn’t want you back.

even more so when you’re unwillingly forced to share a table with him inside a popular and crowded restaurant during lunch — him insulting you for the way you scarf down your food like a pig, and yet his hand subconsciously reaches out to wipe the sauce smudge on the corner of your lips before casually licking it off his thumb.

you’re staring at him in confusion, grateful yet weirded out at the…generous gesture. but all he does is scoff disapprovingly at your face, because there’s no masking the strange red flush that creeps up your cheeks from the uncharacteristic tension and his sudden physical contact.

and for the first time in the years you’ve known him, you’ve only made yourself presently aware of the reddish tint that sets the tips of his ears aglow.

what you’ll never actually realize is how much effort he’s been constantly making to conceal that singularly instinctive (and frankly, repulsive) action that reminds him of how vulnerable you’ve always made him feel — ever since you gave him your hand back in fourth grade.

it would’ve helped him a lot more if he had never noticed you prior to that. how nice you were to the other kids and teachers. how adorable you looked in those neat pigtails. how you had unknowingly charmed every single person into the palm of your hand, and how you were still so infuriatingly enchanting and oblivious at the effect you had on others…even until today.

he hated feeling vulnerable more than anything else in the world, knowing that he was also one of those idiots helplessly wrapped around your finger. just that unlike the rest of them, he’d never actually stoop down so low with his pride to say it out loud.

and he hated that everyday, you were always making it all the more easier for him to admit it to himself. to scream out to the world that scaramouche hated how much he has somehow, foolishly, and quite impossibly, always been in love with you.

organization hottie (ayato)

✉ 5:23 pm, april 9th (sat).

[ 1 new message! ] : see you on monday.

you tried not to squeal too loudly when you suddenly received the text message. but albedo could see the way you tightly pressed your lips together to stifle back a wide whooping grin.

and why wouldn’t you be thrilled? you had just gotten accepted into your university’s official charity organization! it was certainly the perfect opportunity to expose yourself to more learning experiences and activities past the fields of academics.

obviously, it wasn’t like a super attractive person was currently heading the committee and had just sent you a text saying you got accepted a couple minutes ago…

or…okay.

so maybe there’s a bit of an influence. i mean, was it that bad to find a guy who devotes his time for others insanely charming?

of course, it wasn’t anything serious like the way you felt for kazuha. it was more of a happy crush, if you would call it — someone you have a slight romantic admiration for, but don’t exactly harbor any deep feelings towards them.

admittedly, you had naturally considered the prospect of finding yourself with nothing to do over the course of summer, and you figured applying in the organization wouldn’t do much harm for you anyway…even though you had some reservations about the final decision to sign up for it.

and then, you heard about how ayato was recently elected to oversee the committee activities for the following year. thus, the rest was simply history.

the next week, you’re swamped with exchanging introductions among several new members and almost immediately busying yourself with the upcoming project meeting.

oddly enough, you’ve been assigned in the same team as ayato for your first project. and although you began on a rather rough and awkward start together, he guides you through the transitioning process until you’ve learned at least enough things to handle some separate tasks independently.

you’ve always assumed ayato was an overly formal and aloof person to approach compared to the others — however on the contrary, you were pleasantly surprised to discover that he also beheld a mischievous side conflicting his own outer demeanor.

there were days when even he would occasionally reach out to talk about things past organization-related matters. simple questions such as asking about some input on a certain movie, if you had completed this previously given assignment, or merely checking how your day was going.

and maybe it was just strange for you to suddenly realize how human ayato feels.

sure, he was often distant and burdened under plenty of responsibilities. you’ve heard your fair share of rumors and how he was always seemingly placed on a pedestal above all — perhaps you’d almost forgotten that at the end of the day, he was still just trying to get his own shit together, like everybody else.

he was precisely nothing short of a normal guy. the kind who pokes good fun around and plays chess on breaks. the kind who still asks if you want to accompany him to springtime festivals. the kind who smiles at you when he sees you standing across the hallway. the kind who elbows you subtly when you’ve dozed out in the middle of somebody’s monologue. the kind who feels like you‘re somehow beginning to know him better than you know yourself.

and ayato thinks you’re the kind he wondered what would happen had he met you all those years ago instead. if he had an opportunity to know you better before, than he did today. if he would have liked you any sooner, or always just a little later.

maybe it’s true that ayato could work hard to be a lot of things. after all, he couldn’t have become half the man he was today if he hadn’t convinced himself to put in more effort than anybody else.

but maybe there were also some things ayato could just never bring himself to have, no matter how hard he tried. maybe there were always meant to be some moments and people he wasn’t possibly cut out for.

and maybe he could try all he wanted, but he could never really work hard enough to ever make you notice his own lonesome heart — always patiently waiting.

BONUS CONTACT ! — a short side story.

radio boy (thoma)

✉ 3:07 pm, april 5th (tues).

[ 1 new message! ] : hey y/n! do you mind stopping by the broadcasting room for a bit?

although thoma has always been well-favored among people of all ages, he feels that there’s nobody else he’d rather spend his company with than you.

it’s not that he’s wanted you for ill intentions or in a romantic perspective. just that you were his favorite person who was so invariably easy to talk to.

you first met thoma inside the broadcasting room, randomly paying a visit out of curiosity to ask the title of a particular song played during the morning break. and then the following day, you came back to ask on behalf of your friend about another song.

before either of you knew it, you were making regular yet brief appearances to the little recording area — not just to ask about songs, but also to initiate small talk about how the other’s day was going. it was later on you discovered that thoma was a student from another class in the same university who volunteered to work for the campus radio station.

on most days, you’d bring him pastries or coffee to satiate his empty stomach, since thoma preferred to spend most of his free time in the broadcasting room. sometimes, he’d also be generous enough to let you borrow some of his cd’s or flash-drives of music playlists that he thinks would suit your taste.

during periods when you were too busy to pay a visit, you’d send him a quick text apologizing in advance. but not even five minutes later, a familiar song would suddenly blast through the classroom speakers in response, and you couldn’t do anything to hide the contented smile from quirking across your face.

when thoma begins to fall in love with you, he finds himself secretly dedicating certain songs to you on the campus radio — either playing tracks he knows you love, or music that he thinks reminds him of you.

of course, you’re not really sure when the boy behind the radio started liking somebody. just that all of a sudden on an average weekday, you belatedly noticed how his choice of tunes changed, and never became the same as before.

and every time you’ll teasingly question thoma about his arbitrary selection of songs in hopes of prying him for a name drop, all he does is shrug with a quiet smile — saying that you, out of all people, should know her all too well.

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peachseashell · 5 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!

- Vamp! scara & xiao x Gn! Reader

✒︎ scenario: their first time feeding on you

✒︎Warnings: blood/injury, scara is a bit rough, kisses, crying, angst (?) yandere themes kinda? Mentions of scaras past, scara is also more Kabukimono than Scaramouche. They are kinda mischaracterized.

✒︎ notes: fun fact, vampires bite their victim then lick the blood, I thought they had sucky things in their teeth haha! Maybe it was just me who thought this, it seems more fun. And I hope everyone had a nice Christmas/Yule!

Scaramouche

at first you were only a filthy human to him, something to suck the life out of before discarding you in the dirt. But, he began to become fond of you; his adoration grew for you quickly and his earlier plans of using you were soon scrapped and never revealed to you.

He could never dream of harming you, he feels sick just thinking about it. Scara has never felt this way about anyone before and he couldn't bare to let go now. The vampire was far too infatuated with your overall self

Scaramouche's heart dropped at the moment you caught him feeding on one of his unlucky victims and he grimaced at the blood curdling scream you let out at the sight of his sharp fangs and mouth smothered with crimson liquid.

He sobbed loudly as he tried to excuse his disgusting actions. His hand desperately reached for you when your body moved away from him. Scara couldn't let you leave him, he didn't want to suffer being unwanted again.

After calming himself and you down, scara begged you to understand his hunger and love for you. "please...please don't hate me." he wailed like a widow, his fingers clutching around yours in desperation.

He buried his head into your shoulder, scaramouches tears dampened the fabric of your clothing. "I love you, did I tell you that before? " he confessed. Scara wanted you to love him, but how could you love a monster like him?

You held him as he sobbed softly, wanting to comfort him, you told him that it was okay. It was okay that he wasn't perfect. You bravely told him that he was allowed to feed on you. "...a-are you sure? "

You nodded and unbuttoned your shirt slightly; revealing the supple flesh of your neck. scaramouche stared at you lovingly as his teeth sunk into your neck.

His arms snaked around your waist as you let a out a slight whimper of pain. Blood dripped from your wound, staining your skin and the stench overwhelmed you as the pain grew in your neck; you found yourself feeling dizzy as he clung to you.

After what felt like an eternity he pulled his head away before carefully lapping his tongue over the sore red mark. "thank you, my love." he leaned up and roughly mushed his lips against yours, passionately showing his undying love for you.

Xiao

He was your best friend, you shared absolutely anything with each other. There were no secrets between you right?

Xiao had been surviving off the blood of lambs and deer which he had slaughtered by his own red stained hands. He couldn't dream of physically biting into a person. Especially you.

But, that one faithful night, his hunger grew when this filthy animal blood did not satisfy him one bit. You were the only person he thought to go too...so he did.

You felt a breeze as you slept peacefully in your bedroom, making you shiver and furrow your eyebrows. Xiao has quietly opened your window in the middle of the night, thirsty for you.

Xiao treaded lightly into your room; seeing you're sleeping form he decided to wake you gently. He shook your shoulders and pressed a hand to your mouth when you suddenly let out a shreak. "s-shh...it's just me..." he whispered before sighing, "I'm sorry..."

You eventually calmed down from your sudden fright. "xiao?...xiao why are you here?" you pondered in curiosity. "I need something. something incredibly selfish of me to ask for." he parted his lips, revealing his sharp fangs, you clasped your hands over your mouth and gasped softly.

"...please don't be scared." he begged. You nodded slowly before letting him pull down your night wear, his hands clutching at the silk fabric. His lips immediately latched onto your neck, slobbering over your shoulders as he pressed wet kisses onto you, as if to prepare you for his teeth.

His fangs soon pressed into you. "...xiao. It hurts." you groaned in displeasure as he sucked on your skin, blood trickling down his jaw as he stared up at you with his peircing dead eyes.

Finally, Xiao had finished with his meal, now gently licking your bruised shoulder.

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rezeulaz · 10 months

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2- delighted to make your acquaintance

➣ OLD MONEY

➣ kamisato ayato x fem!reader | genshin smau

➣ PLOT: both coming from the two noble families of inazuma, your fate of being married to someone was bound to happen centuries ago. in order to honor the clan, you had the obligation to marry a kamisato, not just any kamisato. the head of the kamisato clan—kamisato ayato.

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it was a lovely night; the cold breeze on a saturday evening in inazuma never fails to refresh your skin. arriving at the kamisato estate, to say that you were skeptical about the idea of this marriage is an understatement.

"lady ayaka, lord ayato, the raidens have arrived." said one of the servants.

the siblings have risen from their seats, turning to look at the other pair of siblings.

"shogun-sama, it’s a pleasure to meet you. we're delighted to have you in our presence." said the oldest sibling, with both of them bowing after their said introductions.

"i believe there is no use to be so formal, ayato. you’re marrying my sister, after all." your sister chuckles.

you gave an awkward laugh and introduced yourself, you seem to have notice someone eyeing you, up and down. no, it was not your soon-to-be husband. it was his sister, ayaka. but best believe that it was not out of judgment—it was pure admiration.

after the meeting, your sister left for some important affairs. leaving you with the kamisatos.

"i believe it is best if i head out." you said, standing up.

"would you like me to take you home, y/n?" said ayato.

"i could not possibly take you on that offer. i would be fine, kamisato." you hesitantly answered.

"no no, i insist. think of it as a way for us to get to know each other." he smiled.

"if you insist, then i don’t see why not." you returned the smile.

"we’ll be heading out then" you said, turning to look at ayaka, who was already standing up. "it was a pleasure to have a lovely conversation with you, kamisato ayaka." you bowed.

"shall we walk? your estate is not so far from here, plus, it would be nice to look around the city; it’s quite beautiful here at night." ayato said.

"i believe we should; i have not been able to take a stroll in the city for a long time."

after a few minutes, you and ayato had reached the estate.

"here we are." you said, turning to look at the lavender-eyed man.

"i had fun; i'll see you some other time." he responded.

"i had fun as well; please stay safe while traveling back home."

"i will." he smiled.

after getting ready for bed, you sat down and opened your phone; it was practically exploding with all the notifications you missed while the meeting was happening.

taglist (open): @chihayato @cypressus-lunis @xerafr @aixaingela

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flavorita · 2 years

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okay hear me out but like imagine they're shopping @ vs (or any lingerie store) with u? for xiao, scara, itto, dain and whoever else u want!!

Low-key got intimidated by how many people you asked for, but imma try anyways 🤪

Sort of a crack-fic because tbh I've never been to a lingerie store and haven't played Genshin in like a year 🏃‍♀️

TW: Suggestive, Fem reader

Lingerie Store Shopping Trip with Xiao, Scaramouche, Itto, and Dainsleif (Seperate)

♡Xiao

Have fun dragging Xiao out of whatever dark corner he's in to go shopping

Even when you do go shopping, he hides in his hoodie the entire time at the mall while looking very annoyed and bored

He doesn't even like regular shopping, lingerie shopping is def not happening 😩

But right when he had spaced out from the hours of shopping, you took the opportunity and dragged the poor guy into a lingerie shop 💀

When Xiao finally realizes he hasn't been dragged into any normal clothing store and instead just entered a lingerie store, bright red

He is immediately flustered and just holes up in his hoodie even more

"Hey Xiao, do you think this color would look good on me?"

"Wh-what, what are you asking me for? You're the one who's going to be wearing it?"

He ends up pulling the cords of his sweater to tighten his hood even more

You end up getting slightly worried about Xiao strangling himself because you could only see the tip of nose through his tightened hood

"But Xiao~, I really need your help. After all, even if I'm the one wearing it, you're going to be the one taking them off~"

Xiao.exe has stopped working

You decide to poke Xiao's arm and he loses his balance and almost falls over

You grab his arm and manage to help him stand straight enough

Deciding that was enough teasing your poor, sweet boyfriend for today, you two walk home together with Xiao not saying a single word

However, as you both near the end of your walk home:

"Hey Y/N... I think the green one you were holding would have looked good on you..."

"REALLY?!"

Xiao starts pulling his hood closer around his face again.

"Hmmmm, well we wouldn't really know unless I tried it on. Say Xiao, we'd have to go bac-"

"Never."

♡Scaramouche

Mean, rude, an absolute sadist of a perv, why would you even bring him to a lingerie shop with you

He probably demanded to go with you when he saw you leaving the house

"Ugh Y/N, you didn't say we were going shopping."

"But you said-"

"Whatever, we're already here so we might as well"

With a dramatic flourish of his hand, you're forced to follow behind him as he browses through any and every store that interests him

He ends up stopping at a lingerie store and glances behind him to see if you're keeping up

"Y/N, babydoll or chemise?"

"What 😃"

All you get in response is one of his signature villanistic smirks and a tight grip on your wrist as he drags you into the lingerie store

Scaramouche starts grabbing lingerie after lingerie, each one getting more smaller and revealing than the next

Before you know it, he's shoved you into a dressing room with a pile of lingerie and demanding you to try them on and model each and every one for him

"B-but, Scara-"

"Spit it out, Y/N."

"This lingerie-"

"Yes?"

"It has a hole..."

"I think you mean it's crotchless. Now hurry up and show me."

"No, Scara, it has like-"

"Did I not just say show me, Y/N?"

Yeah... he's not letting you leave until he's fully embarassed you

At least, he's paying for everything 🤷‍♀️

♡Itto

"Oh cool, Y/N you're going out? Can I come too? 😄"

Poor guy just wanted to spend time with his S/O and ended up in a lingerie store

"Pssssss, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, am I allowed in a place like this?" You look up to see Itto bent down so he can whisper his burning question in your ear while side-eyeing all the bras and panties as if they may jump out at him.

"Yes Itto, it's fine."

"Are you sure cuz I don't see any guys right now?"

"Itto, don't worry. If people," you giggle at the thought, "if people ask why you're here. Tell them that you came here to help me."

"Okay, I'm here to help you find and carry your things, gotchu."

With that Itto straightens up and walks proudly knowing that he, the coolest and strongest oni to ever live, is here to help his S/O with buying and carrying her things. How sweet and manly of him.

Actually tries to help and gives his honest opinions

Asks you what size your titties are and gets a few weird stares from everyone else within earshot

Overall, very chill during the picking process

However, the trying and modeling it for him part...

"Y-yessss Y/N, you look really g-good."

"Itto... how would you know with your hands on your face like that?"

"W-whatchu m-mean, mmmy hands aren't on my fffface."

😮‍💨

You end up buying the lingerie you two had selected together anyways and you tease Itto the whole way home

"Awwww, my big, strong oni is still such a shy, sweet guy, hmmm?"

Itto rubs the back of his head bashfully.

"Just don't tell the gang about this."

♡Dainsleif

Gives off kuudere vibes

You can ask for him to come with you and he agrees like 100% of the time without even knowing the location

Gets slightly embarassed when he sees it's a lingerie store you want to go to, but brushes it off because lingerie = clothes

"Dain, what do you think about this one?" You dangle a red, open cup bustier in front of him.

"This is a bra?"

"Well, sort of?"

"What purpose is a bra without cups to support your breasts? Will it not be uncomfortable? What if your nipples chafe against the rough cloth of your shirt? Won't that hurt?"

Dainsleif bombards you with question upon question with every lingerie he sees, while ignoring the appeal of their sexiness and only pondering upon their purpose which is sex appeal 😭 and comfortability.

"Y/N, what is-"

"Dain."

"Yes, my dear."

"Can we go home 🥲"

"But you haven't bought a single item, my beloved."

"It's okay, next time Dain 🥲"

There is no next time 💀

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Consequences

My current favorite characters (because no one would write it for me, dear) and the consequences of their actions.

Angst

No comfort

Ft. Xiao, Scaramouche, Children + Todoroki and Bakugo

Part 2

Xiao (as someone who’s misunderstood.)

- You think it’s because you’re weak, because you have no vision, because you can’t fight, that the Yaksha will never be fully interested to you. But you can’t help your admiration towards him. Aside from his looks— which is unarguably attractive, his tenacity and focus is something you loved more. If someone looks at you while you’re fixated at the anemo vision holder, they’ll know in a second that you’ll give your life for him.

- But it’s never the same for Xiao. At least that what you’re seeing. It’s Liyue before you. It’s his duty before you. Sometimes you wonder how you made him agree to date you. Or if he even considers it or just played along to make you stop bugging him— you never know.

- Nights spent waiting for his return, only to be rejected of love. Mornings with him leaving, not even saying anything to you.

- Come on! You came so early despite living so far just to see him and he’ll leave without saying anything? You’re used to it though. The self-satisfaction of being Xiao’s so-called girlfriend. How pitiful.

- You’re used to it. But it doesn’t mean that you will never grow tired. Cue, you did.

- It’s started with you coming late at inn, unusual from the normal time of your arrival. Xiao notices, but he brushed it off. Maybe you realized that it’s inconvenient for you to come so early, he thought. But then it happens every day. He barely has time to wait for you, just so he could see you before he goes on his patrolling duty.

- His heart tugged a little, are you losing interest? Still, he brushed it off.

- After your late mornings, you start going home early. You’re not waiting for him for too long anymore. One time, he barely made it home to see you off, and you only offered the lad a soft smile.

- And it happens again, and again, and again.

- Until one day, you never came. Xiao wonders why, but maybe it’s because you’re busy.

- No, you’re never busy when it comes to him.

- He waited for hours, he never left. He wants to see you before he goes.

- Hours turns into days, days turns into weeks, and then a month. You never came. Xiao always leaves a little late, hoping that you’ll be at the inn this time. He always returns early, hoping he’ll find you home when he does so. That you will be there, waiting.

- But you’re not. He even asked Verr Goldet if you’re passing by sometimes, which the Inn owner answered with a shake off her head.

- It’s as if a cold bucket of water was splashed to the Yaksha when the realization dawned at him. He will not be able to see you again.

- He can’t breathe. He wants to see you. He wants to hear you calling him again. Just like what you always do. You’re not gonna abandon him without notice, right? You’re not gonna leave him, right?

- Every time, when someone would knock at his doors, he would hope it’s you. When he can smell almond tofu downstairs, he would wish it’s you who’s cooking his favorite, when he’s at town, surrounded by people, he’s searching for you. A glimpse would be enough.

- You didn’t have to say you’re still in love with him, you didn’t have to hug, or kiss, or cling to him, you didn’t have to talk to him, Archon’s, you didn’t even have to look at him. He wouldn’t ask for it, it’s too much, he just wants to see you.

- But he never did. You left Liyue, as one of your friends have told him. You’ve gone somewhere he couldn’t follow.

- He wonders, if he had shown you how much he cares, how much he wants to be with you, to keep you safe, would you still be with him, waiting?

- Xiao blames his karmic debt, if only he wouldn’t bring harm to you, he’d be free to show his feelings. If only he can explain it to you, if only...

Scaramouche (as someone who wants you to fear him.)

- “I told you, leave.” Scaramouche’s low, and silent voice echoes throughout the whole room, his palms on your neck. It’s cold and dangerous, but still, “Not until you’re fine.”

- Scara’s wounds weren’t fatal, but he still needs medical attention, which leads to your current exchange with the lad. He wants you out of the room, his pride too much to accept he needs help. It’s always like this though, him being harsher to you, than others.

- All because you said you love him.

- “I am not someone to love. I should be feared, you should be scared.” You remembered his words, and then his expression. Eyes widening, electricity swirling. Truly terrifying, but something’s really wrong with you because Archon’s, you’re head over heels with the man.

- And Scaramouche doesn’t take it well. For him, it’s an insult. So, he abuses you. Physically, mentally, emotionally. He’d punch you here and there, verbally hurt you, and more. Just because he wants you to take back your confession.

- You wouldn’t lie, though. You’re hurt, but you can’t help it. You’ve seen him suffer; you’ve seen him crave for something that even you aren’t sure about. You’ve seen him soft and strong. You can’t help it. You love him, and it’s real. But he doesn’t know it.

- Scara just wants to scare you away. Because he himself Is a coward. What if you’re just going to use him? What if you’re just planning to end him this way?

- He notices you. He’s watching you. He also wants you. But he didn’t want to be with you. Because he’s so complicated, he’s so hard, he’s so damaged beyond repair. He wouldn’t be able to protect you if you’re together, so it’s better this way. It would be better if you’re scared of him.

- That’s what his mind wants, to keep you safe from his enemies, he has to be someone you will never want.

- And he just had the perfect chance.

- Despite working for the Tsaritsa, you’re one of the very few that isn’t part of the bloody jobs. Because you’re scared of blood. You’re scared of killing, and being killed. And Scaramouche used it against you.

- It happened so fast. He brings you in a place where he will meet with the enemy, and there he slaughtered them all. A one-sided massacre. Blood splattered here and there. Lifeless bodies decorated the area as he laughs. His eyes the fixed on you.

- “If you will not leave me alone, you’re next” His eyes were cold, and it looks like murder. His Arms were reaching out to you and you slapped it instinctively. Fear eating your whole body.

- Scaramouche looks at you. You’re trembling, shaken that you couldn’t even speak. And he sees your eyes,

- Finally

- Your tiny orbs of life now scared to death. Terrified at the sight of the man you said you love. With all the strength you could muster, you ran back to the headquarters. Away from the killing machine Scaramouche is.

- He couldn’t sleep that night. And the night after that. His nightmares were you, looking at him the fear he yearns to see for months, and now there’s regret in his heart.

- He hadn’t seen you for weeks now. He knows that you’re avoiding him at all cost. So when he sees you one time, when you crossed a corner and met eye to eye with him, everything his holding back crashed down. No, he doesn’t want you scared of him.

- You’re trembling still. Knees stiffened and lips closely tight. Weeks ago, under these circumstances, you would have offered him a warm smile.

- There’s no way in hell this is warm. He tried to reach out to you, he wants to take it back.

- You love him, right? Say it again. Please. Please.

- Childe came, and you instantly hide on the ginger head’s back. With that, Scaramouche knew, he lost the only warm thing he could run to.

Childe (as someone who loved you a little too late.)

"You're just a rebound, you know"

"Yeah, I know."

"There's no guarantee I'd really love you"

"Again, I know. But I promise, I'll stay until you do"

- Childe remembered the short conversation between the two of you. It was night, and the air was cold. He just got his heart broken and he knows that you're into him, so he jumped at you.

- You know he didn't love you. But you still agreed to date him.

- Your relationship with the man is so complicated. You'll wait and wait and wait until he returns your feelings, but all throughout your time with him, he never did, and he's hurting you at the same time.

- "At least respect me!" your voice resounds throughout the room. Anger and sadness laced in your voice.

- "What do you want me to do? settle with you?"

- Yes. you want to say, but you kept your mouth shut.

- "At least try to love me"

- "I am. I am trying. But you promised, right? that you will be with me until I do..."

- Childe probably just want a home to return to, but it can be anyone, it just so happens that it's you that is convenient, because you accept him every single time. It's always like this. And the bottle inside you can no longer handle it.

- It was night, and the air was cold. The same time you promised him that you will always be waiting. But he did it again.

- His lips on another girls, his arms on her waist. You dropped whatever your holding, and ran. Ran so far, he couldn't reach.

- It's been two? three? Months that Childe hadn't heard anything about you. Regret washed all over his body every time he thought of your name.

- He already had you. You. Who loved him with everything you have.

- God, he wants to see you so bad it hurts. He wants to say sorry, to say that he already loves you and he’s just a coward who’s afraid that you might leave by the time he confesses.

- He wants to hear your laugh again; He wants to see you again.

- And he did.

- He's on a shop in the midst of Liyue, people are swarming but he swears it was you. And he's right, you're there, laughing with someone he couldn't recognized, someone he couldn’t care enough to know.

- He couldn't think of anything though, anything but you. So, he made his way towards your direction. He missed you so much.

- You noticed him, but couldn't react at his hug. Kaeya was about to rip you two apart when you did it yourself, and Childe was surprised, you never declined any physical touch from him.

- You excused yourself and the ginger head. Promising Your companion that you would be back in a short while.

- Childe feels ecstatic, You're back. After so long you're back. "I missed you. I miss you. I'm sorry, I will never do it again. Please, please forgive me"

- You sighed, keeping the distance between the two of you. "Childe, listen... I'm not in love with you anymore"

-Upon hearing your words, the man’s world crashed. Unfair. So unfair. How can you say that when he's been patiently waiting for your return?

- He reached out for your cheeks, but you slapped it away. His heart sinking even further.

- "One more chance, please. Take me again. Please" His sobbed were loud. He's serious, he's broken. But it's not your fault.

- "I told you, I don't love you anymore"

- "I know, I know... But I will make you love me again. Please" he begs and begs, but it falls into deaf ears. You straddled away from him, and he reached out for your hands, at least let him feel your skin for the last time, but once more, you threw it away.

- You're not running this time, but still, Childe's too weak to follow, and he remembers what you said;

- "You said you'll stay with me"

- "I'm sorry, I couldn't keep my promise"

- It was night, the air was cold, and Childe wished he had loved you a little bit earlier.

Todoroki (as someone who never considers your feelings)

- It was never his intention to hurt you. He never even thought of doing so, it’s just that, he realized things too late.

- Your confessions of love and adoration for the lad is a daily show for 1A, if not for the whole UA. Mornings, where you try to walk with him, breaks that's spent you forcing your tiny body beside his, lunches with you offering him a box of meal, and a whole day of you showering him with gifts and sweets.

- But God, he never reciprocates. His monochromatic eyes always look pass you, never at you. He brushes your actions with silent treatment or a "(f/n), please stop". Not once did he consider your feelings.

- You can take it, though. Thinking that maybe, he's just embarrassed, or he simply just don't know how to address it right. I mean, you always see a glimpse of worry and concern in his eyes whenever you’re involved on something unfortunate.

- Or so you thought—coz you're wrong. Oh, so wrong.

- "If you're not there then I might have won! It's a one opportunity to show my father that I don't need him!"

- Todoroki Shouto never shouts at any of his classmates. None until you.

- Your tears threatened to fall as the grips of his palms loosen, gaining his composure.

- "I let the villain escape, because I have to save the incapable you" He speaks once more, voice low and silent. And your heart cracked at his next words— "You're a nuisance"

- You ran towards your other classmates. You wouldn't be able to face the half-and-a-half bastard for a while.

- It was a normal day, or at least to the other students at the dorm. But Shouto feels something is amiss. He hadn't heard of you for two days now. Sure, he's seeing you in the hallways, on the lounge, on the classrooms, but you never look at him.

- He thought it might be because of his words on your last exchange, and he plans on apologizing, he just can't see an opportunity to.

- So he waited. Thinking that it may pass, that you will forgive him even without him saying anything. You said you love him, right? By tomorrow you will be following him again.

- But it never came. Days, weeks, a month has now gone by, but you never even once spare a word for the young man.

- His body aches for the brushing of your skin against his, he yearns for your smiles directed at him, and the I love yous he never wished for before. Now he wants it all back

- But he can't say a word. Every time he will settle at the couches in the common room, you'd be standing up, or when he'll try to catch up with you on walks towards the learning facilities, you'll start talking with the other student. You leave him no space for apologies.

- It frustrates him. Isn't it your fault? You really did hinder him that time, right? But as he looks at you skipping steps happily, away from him, as if he never exists, his heart falls. You're done with him loving him.

Bakugo (as someone who's always harsh on you)

- You don't remember how the two of you started dating. It's always a wonder— for you, and for your friends.

- And you don't know if you will regret it or not.

- You never miss a chance to show the lad your love. Not once did you lose a chance to support him all throughout his dreams. But you couldn't say the same for Bakugo.

- It is known how rough and prideful he is. How hard to handle his attitude and patience, and he's not holding back even if it's you.

- "Shut up! I don't need your opinion ya' know" he snorts at you, who's only concerned at his well-being.

- "You're being too reckless! What if something happens and you wouldn't be able to recover? What if you hurt your arms fatally?"

- "I said shut up! You're just my girlfriend, stop acting more than that you piece of trash".

- With cracked voice, the only words you can muster was "I would stop caring for you then"

- Your Voice caught him off guard, that's why he couldn't react when you turn your heels and walked away. He thought of following you, but then maybe you want sometime alone, so he didn't.

- The next morning, he was ready to apologize and admit his mistake, it’s a once in a blue moon circumstance, but you're his girlfriend after all, you deserve it.

- But when he was about to speak after he drag you to a secluded room, you beat him to it.

- "I'm breaking up with you"

- Bakugo looks at you in disbelief. Surely, he's not hearing you right.

- "Stop joking around shorty" He tried to brush it off. There's no way in hell he'd accept that.

- You're the only one who can handle him, he's not losing you.

- But as he looks at your eyes, eyes that he's used to seeing with sparkles and love— that's now gone, he knows he fucked up bad.

- "I'm sorry for being a hindrance, I'm sorry for doting on you too much" your words never registers at him, he couldn't hear anything. He wishes that you're not saying anything.

- He buries his face unto your neck. Hoping once more that his apologies would be accepted. But your hand gently raises him up, with tears staining his usually stern face, you're decided. You're not going to stay with someone who never know how to love right.

- With this, you started walking away, just like last night, when he told you to stop worrying, and he can only look at your back as you do so, tears blurring his eyesight.

- Bakugo's memory wanders months ago after you started dating, "How can you stand my words" he genuinely ponders.

- "Becausee, I love you"

- His back slides against the cold wall of the empty classroom. So, you're not in love with him anymore?

A/N: Not proof read! Written in a short period of time. Please don't judge me. Ik it could be better, just wanna write the idea. Enjoy!

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cerberuscaeli · 1 year

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Wrong Moment, Right Time

An Idol!Xiao x Fem!Reader x Scaramouche

Summary: Life isn't always easy, and surely not when you have to deal with your archnemesis while trying to steal that mysterious band boy - you literally fought for - his heart. And oh, of course, there isn't a certain indigo haired boy that slides his way into your heart as well? Surely life isn't that cruel, right? Right?

Parings: Idol!Xiao x Fem!Reader x Scaramouche

Genre: Alternate Universe / AU

Warnings: Mentions of fighting (slightly descriptive), punches, injuries, violence, blood, aggression from Y/N's side, angry Ei(Is a warning itself), cursing, Scaramouche is a bitch. Strangers to lovers & enemies to lovers tropes. I think those are it, please let me know if you see more!

Words: 2.969.

A/N: After I made up a post to vote for which pairing, most of you voted for Xiao x Fem!Reader x Scaramouche, so that will be the pairing for this fic(Don't worry, a separate Idol!Xiao x Fem!Reader will follow soon). This one will either be just a few parts or a short series as I already got carried away writing the fighting scene and everything so yeah. I also suck at writing summaries so bear with that one xD

Enjoy reading and please let me know what you think of it! Feedback brought nicely is always appreciated! Might contain grammar and spelling mistakes. English is not my native language.

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Xiao was playing on his guitar, now and then stopping to write something down on the spread-out music sheets. Too engrossed in writing his song, he didn't notice the casual looks his bandmates and friends kept sending him. They knew. They weren't blind and how couldn't they see the faint smile on the boy's lips every time he wrote something down or how his eyes sparkled when he hummed the tune to himself.

"So, Xiao-" Heizou started, gaining the raven haired boy his attention, teal locks framing his pale face. "What?" He grumbled, brows furrowing and his amber eyes sparkling with annoyance. Annoyed someone had the guts to disturb him. "Who is the lucky girl you are writing about?" Kazuha grinned, a knowing look on his face.

Xiao's face started to grow redder as he almost choked on air. He scraped his throat, face turning away from his smirking friends. "Doesn't matter." He simply responded, hoping to stop the conversation there.

"It's the coffee shop girl that kicked that dude his ass for his behavior." Aether guessed with a smirk. "You meet a girl and don't tell us?" Venti screeches, his eyes growing wide in disbelief. After all, they were talking about Xiao. One they'd least expect would meet a girl and unfold a crush on her. "She must be special if you are writing a song about," Kazuha noted with a grin. "Very special." Heizou nodded with a smirk as he caught the boy rolling his eyes and turning his back at them while muttering things under his breath.

But they were right. Xiao was writing a song about a girl he had met not a day ago. Just thinking back to their encounter had him smiling and flustered. But mostly what had caught his attention - and his heart - was the way you had stood up for him, made sure the dude made up for what had happened. The fire he had seen in her, the fire that warmed his heart and made butterflies erupt in his stomach when her eyes would meet his. Oh, he was whipped and he was now realizing it. He sighed and looked back to his friends. "It all started when he walked into me and made me spill my drink on her work and things started to escalate-" Xia started to tell as his mind wandered back to what had happened the day before.

One day ago

You were sitting in a small coffee shop close to the campus and your dorm. You preferred to study here rather than in the library. Here you would be able to get a table for yourself and study in silence without anyone asking for help or your classmates asking for your notes. And you just enjoyed being in this place, the smell of fresh coffee and your music blasting through your headphones was a nice combination to keep you able to focus.

You moved your feet back and forth as you occasionally glanced at your books and notes before scribbling them down on another paper. You were writing an assignment that would decide most of your end score and the teacher wanted it on paper. You didn't understand why he didn't want it online but perhaps it was because he was from some older generation.

You glanced up when the door opened, it had been quiet in the coffee shop today so it was always a nice distraction to see a customer walk in. A short moment of a break you could get before you would indulge yourself back in your books. Your friend and barista, Lumine had tried to let you take breaks but eventually had given up when nothing seemed to work. Complaining to her co-worker Hu Tao that she had to try after she failed multiple times.

The customer wore dark clothes, black shoes, ripped skinny jeans, and an oversized black hoodie. A black cap rested on his head and he had a pair of earbuds in. Most of his face got covered by the shadow his cap cast over his face, yet his amber eyes briefly met yours. You dared to send him a small smile before forcing yourself back to your assignment but suddenly it was hard to focus on the words in your books.

You gnawed on your bottom lip before slightly turning your head to look over your shoulder as your eyes landed on the boy. He had his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he seemed to be waiting on his order. His head slowly moved up and down, clearly bobbing his head on the music he must be listening to.

Your eyes shortly met Hu Tao's who was now smirking widely as she looked from the boy to you and back. "Don't you think it's time for a break?" Hu Tao called out at you. She not only gained your attention but also that of the boy who glanced from Hu Tao to you. "I don't do breaks, remember." You retorted, suddenly wanting to start working again on your assignment, and the amber eyes that looked at you didn't help much. Did she really have to call you out like that?

The boy's attention got dragged away when Lumine handed him a drink, slightly leaning towards him as she was saying something, followed by nodding your way with a chuckle as the boy his eyes darted to you for a moment before he seemed to say something back with a shrug. Why did they have to do you like that? Why couldn't you crush and stare at the handsome boy in peace? You sent both girls a glare before you divided your attention to the door when the bell rang.

Two boys walked inside and within a second your mood dropped when the indigo haired boy walked inside, sparing you an angry glare, followed by the ginger waving at you with a grin. Great, your ex-best friend and now archnemesis had to show up. And as if that wasn't enough, you had to watch how a disaster unfolded.

Scaramouche - but you knew him as Kuninuzushi - pushed angrily against the boy, making him slightly stumble your way from the sudden push he got, his coffee falling out his hand, straight on your almost finished assignment. And right at that moment, you were sure a murder would happen right there. The boy glared threateningly at Scaramouche and grumbled something before turning his attention away from him and then at you.

Xiao's amber eyes scanned the mess he had made after spilling his cup of coffee. It was spilled all over your papers and books and the way the words had been neatly written on the papers in front of you, he could guess it had been important. But now the pages were stained in coffee and the ink started to erase the words.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled his apology, rubbing the back of his neck as he was unsure what to do next in this situation. He'd never been in one like this before. Sure had spilled his drinks once or twice on one of his friends but never did he spill his drink on something clearly important to you as he noticed how you balled your hands into fists and how your e/c eyes filled with anger.

"It's not your fault." You spoke through gritted teeth, your eyes flashing to the innocent boy. "Besides, don't let him run you over like that. You are basically 'paying' for his doings." You scoffed, air quoting the word paying as you wanted to make clear you had no grudges against him. After all, he was just a victim in this scenario - or rather drama - Scaramouche has caused.

Xiao simply shrugged. "Don't bother it. It's useless to say anything about it anyway." He muttered before he sighed. "Is there a way I can make it up to you?" He asked sheepishly, dropping his arm - the one he had used to rub his neck - beside him as he looked over the mess that was in front of him on the table. "You can if you follow a psychology major, have notes from the classes I follow, and finished your assignment." You retorted, knowing very well that wasn't the case. "In other words, no. But thanks for the offer, but I know who can make it up for this." You spoke through gritted teeth before jumping up.

Your eyes landed on the indigo haired boy who impatiently leaned against the counter as Childe - Scaramouche his friend and teammate - was chatting with Lumine. "Hey, Kuninusushi!" You yelled from across the room. The few customers that had been inside as well - mainly other students - turned their attention towards you as Scaramouche rolled his eyes. "You fucking asshole, you better fix him a new coffee, preferably the priciest one as you have enough money to be able to do so." You started through gritted teeth, shaking off the handsome boy his hand, even when the gesture and his trying to hold you back to calm you down made your heart flutter, but this assignment was way too important to not put Scaramouche in his place.

"And next up, you not only will make sure I get all your notes and you will personally make my assignment or at least fucking help me unless you want to explain to sir. Pierro why my assignment looks like shit." You snapped at him, taking a few steps closer to him. "Oh boohoo princess," He mocked with a glare. "Go cry somewhere else, bitch. The world isn't ending." He huffed, clenching his jaw. Oh, now it was on. "I worked days on this assignment. I have slept a total of 8 hours in 3 days and you barge into this place, thinking you own it - which you don't - and go all rude on someone that didn't do shit to you and ruin my work that decides my final grade!" You now yelled at him as you lunged at him.

The fact you hadn't slept much, just made you react harder to your anger and made you more impulsive than you normally were. Your hands gripped him by his shirt as you pushed h harshly against the counter. The deadliest glare ever on your face. "Holy shit." Childe breathed out with wide eyes, not expecting these turns of events.

Xiao didn't know why he felt somehow proud that you were taking it up for him, even when he had told you to not bother it, that it was unnecessary to do so and that you just had to tell him what he could do. Although it also had been a mere excuse to be able to talk to you, never had he wished or expected this was how his first encounter with you would be and he frowned. He glanced up when the ginger haired boy showed up at his side. "I can assure you, normally she isn't like this." He started, was he trying to be his wingman or something. "Can you blame her? I'd lose my temper too if someone messed up an important assignment." Xiao muttered, eyes never leaving your figure.

Your chest was heaving as you stared daggers into the boy his eyes as he swallowed. The slight widening of his eyes gave away he was shocked by your sudden and unexpected outburst. One he had never seen in his entire life, well when he was still friends with you. He had seen you being angry a few times but it had never been this bad. And the dumbass he was, he opened his mouth to spew out his next words. "Seems like your therapy for your anger issues aren't working." A smug smirk on his face soon faded away after your fist made contact with the skin on his jaw.

Furious. You were furious. It was a feeling you had never felt before and it felt like you were losing control over yourself as you punched him in the face. But it also seemed to be the cue for Xiao and Childe to run up to you and pull you away from him as you tried to fight back against their grip as Scara rubbed his jaw and hissed doing so. He stood up and straightened his back. "Seems you got a bit of a temper. I should let that checked out, you know." He retorted, a dark glare on his face as it also sparked his anger. And well, it was never a good idea to make Scara angry, let alone to have the guts to even punch him. Students often walked away when he was in such a mood but you, you had dared to stand up and punched him.

Now really losing your shit, you forced yourself free from the boy's grip, accidentally slamming your arm in Childe his stomach and elbowing Xiao's chest as you threw yourself at Scara. "You wanna know what happens when I lose my temper?" You spat at him, pulling him by his shirt closer to your face. You moved your other hand up to his neck before slamming his head against the counter, holding him down as you slightly twisted his arm. "No one knows and that's because they are not able to tell. You know why?" You snapped, although the boy was not able to shake his head. "Obviously you must have killed them." He groaned out. "Exactly, buried 2 feet wide and 6 feet deep and soon you'll join them as well." You threatened as your heart beat rapidly in your chest and adrenaline pumped through your veins.

Scaramouche used his free arm to punch you in the stomach, making you hurl forwards and softening your grip on him before he angrily pushed you off him as his knee connected with your face and before you knew it, the two of you started to try and punch and kick the other one.

After an agonizing few minutes, the adrenaline started to slow down in you and it didn't help you were starting to get out of breath, the boy took his chance by kicking you in the side before he stepped backward, puffing his chest as he took it as his victory when you failed to get up. Your face was covered in blood from mainly the heavy nosebleed the punches from Scara had gotten you. Your chest and lungs were burning, both from pain and the fact you had a rough time getting your breath. Scara stepped closer, towering over your body as he leaned down. “You’re punches are as worthless as you are.” He spat straight in your face before raising his fist, ready to give you one more punch but he got suddenly pulled backwards.

“Enough!” Ei shouted in a demanding tone, her grip thigh on Scaramouche his shirt as Ei’s eyes basically spewed fire. “In the car, I don’t want to see your face here any longer!” She spat at her son, letting go of his shirt as Scaramouche muttered something under his breath as he dragged himself towards the door. “Now!” Ei commanded, making his son walk faster, leaving the place as he slammed the door shut behind him.

Ei then looked at you as both Childe and Xiao rushed to your side to help you up. Their movements from helping you up made you cough up some blood before you slowly wiped it away with the sleeve of your shirt as you slumped down against Xiao. Both Lumine and Hu Tao stepped closer as well, waiting for other instructions. After all, Ei owned this place.

The woman sighed, running a hand through her purple hair as she looked down at you. “I have no clue what happened but I won’t tolerate this behavior from anyone. Surely not you.” She started to scold you. “That bratty son of yours decided to push a customer on his way inside, leading to that customer dropping their coffee on my assignment which is due in three days. If that bitch hadn’t done that I wouldn’t have punched him in his ugly face.” You spoke through gritted teeth, and sure it was not smart to talk about someone’s son like that, straight in their mother’s face but right now you could care less.

Ei simply stared you down with a blank expression, thinking of a punishment that would fit you. She couldn’t understand how an old friendship like that could escalate into becoming a battlefield when you and her son were around each other. “You will apologize to Kunikuzushi for your deeds, in return, he will give you his notes and help you with your assignment. Aside from that, you are banned for a month from this place.” She made her final decision.

You glared at her but decided to keep your mouth, it was already hard enough that the woman was expecting that you would be put up with that indigo haired brat. Ei then turned towards her employees. “Let’s lock this place up for today and I trust you both to make sure she will set no foot inside.” She ordered both girls before she walked towards the door but stopped for a moment. “I expect you tomorrow to come by. The two of you will study under my roof so I can see the both of you follow up on your punishment and won’t go for each other's throat. Neither of you will leave until you two sort things out. And yes, this is my final warning.” She spoke in a cold tone, a look of disappointment in her eyes as they were looking at you and then left the place.

Oh, you were doomed.

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