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Honkai Star Rail Masterlist

Last Updated: March 2024

-Obedience (Yandere!Sunday x Reader): Sunday doubts your honesty and proceeds with doing a trial on you.

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Obedience

A/N: The way I'm obsessed with this man isn't healthy. Fell in love when I saw him for the first time and haven't recovered since then. Hoping he's playable in the future! Thoroughly enjoy him as a character.

Pairing: Yandere!Sunday x Reader

Summary: Sunday doubts your honesty and proceeds with doing a trial on you.

CW: Unhealthy relationship, psychological distress, use of religion to manipulate, and briefly mentioned obsessive behaviors. Overall, not great relationship. Also, spoilers for 2.1 if you haven't completed it!

You knelt before him. He sat on his office chair with an expectant look on his face. It’s just that you weren’t sure what he wanted. “Now, is there anything that you’re hiding from me?” he asked. The iciness of his voice pierced your heart and you looked down at your hands. 

“No,” you answered quietly. A gloved hand gently grabbed your chin and tilted your face to force you to look at him. Brilliant, golden eyes stared back at you. He was dissecting every aspect of you. The perfectly crafted smile on his face hid his disappointment. Sunday was always so meticulous with how he appeared in front of others. 

“I’ll give you one final chance,” he said. “Do you have anything to admit?” The weight of his expectations made your lungs feel like they were going to be crushed. 

“I don’t,” you answered. His gentle grasp on you tightened slightly. Your heart began to sink. He didn’t believe you. Had you done something wrong? Maybe you had without realizing it? You just couldn’t think of anything.

“I thought that we’d been getting better. It seems that I need to teach you once more what happens if you lie to me,” he said. You shook at the meaning of his words. “Remember, my dove. Honesty makes the Great One happy and lies only mark the soul for damnation.” His mantra lived within your mind. You’d become incapable of lying to others even outside of your relationship with him. You didn’t want to upset the Great One. More importantly, you didn’t want to upset Sunday.

“Oh, Triple-Faced Soul, please sear their tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that they will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows.” The world around you seemed to warp as you felt the intense pressure from the Harmony in your mind. It’d been a very long time since Sunday had used this method to get you to confess something. At first, you tried to fight against it, but you soon saw what could happen to a person if they weren’t honest. So, you gave him what he craved: absolute control. Everything you did must be able to be watched by him. Even movement in the waking world. Eventually, there had been little reason to ever use it on you as you did all that he ordered of you. “Let us begin the questioning, my dove. Are you ready?” 

“Yes.” It didn’t matter if you were or weren’t. The countless voices of the Harmony were already wrapping around your mind like a suffocating hug. You sometimes wondered how much a human body could sustain this sort of thing. You’d had the consecration done very few times. But you couldn’t help but wonder if that had left some permanent mark on you.

“First question: who did you speak to in the Golden Hour near the Clockie Statue?” One aspect of being with Sunday was knowing that he’d scrutinize every detail of what you did. Even the smallest thing could be seen as potentially insulting the Great One’s image.

“A guest that was visiting the Golden Hour for the first time,” you answered. The guest had a confused expression when he approached you. 

“What did he ask you?” asked Sunday. The sequence of questions always started innocently. It was to delve deeper into your mind. By the time he reached the thing he actually wanted to ask, your mind was already being unspun by the Harmony.

“What the best sights were in the Golden Hour. I offered some places such as Dr. Edward’s and some shops that I knew were popular,” you answered. He’d gone on his merry way once you’d pointed the right direction for things.

“What is your favorite sight to see in all of Penacony?” His voice was much sterner with you during questionings. Even when the question wasn’t anything deep.

“Dream’s Edge. I like the shooting stars,” you said confidently. He nodded as if he already knew the answer to that. In all likelihood, he did. Everything about you was neatly written down and maintained somewhere within his archives. That was all you knew, though. Where and how he maintained them was unknown. 

Your head was starting to hurt. “A Bloodhound told me that he saw you speaking with a woman at Dream’s Edge,” he said. “He told me that the woman was telling you that she felt as if something was missing in her life. What was your response?” 

“That she should check in with a dream nurse when she wakes up,” you said. Her panicked state had made you panic a bit. You hadn’t seen someone who was suffering from such a severe case of missing memories like her in a while. You hadn’t had enough courage to go back to Dream’s Edge alone.

“Why did you spend a whole night in the Moment of Blue Hour?” Through the excruciating headache, you’d started to wonder why he was only asking about the people you were speaking to. Was he investigating something? What could it be?

“...An old lady. She wanted company as she waited for her lover to return. She said that he promised to return from war and that she’d been waiting for him since then…I couldn’t leave her alone.” The emptiness in her eyes reminded you of other visitors who desperately sought out their lost ones in the realm of dreams. It seemed that the old lady might have to wait longer.

“She seems to know how to keep promises. Next question: who are you most loyal to?” he asked. Did the question even have to be asked?

“I’m most loyal to you, Sunday.” No one else had such power to swing you between life and death so carefully.

“When I asked you if you were hiding anything from me, were you honest with your answer?” The sound of the Harmony’s voices had gotten progressively louder. You dug your fingernails into the palms of your hands. The pain was the only thing keeping you steady as you drowned in thousands of voices. Meanwhile, your beloved merely looked down at you.

“..........I was.” It was getting more difficult to respond. The weight was collapsing on you. Even if you were being honest, you wouldn’t feel free until liberated from its power.

“My dove, did you know that every single person who you’ve spoken to recently wound up dead in the dream?” he asked. Your eyebrows furrowed. What was he talking about?

“No.” People come and go. How could you keep track of what others did post your interactions with them?

“The final question: can you swear to me that you haven’t been working with the killer?” he asked. 

“.................I swear.” You knew that the killer had been filling his mind recently. But how could you have anything to do with that? You rarely even interacted with people. Was that why he was interrogating you? Couldn’t he corroborate with his servants to see that you hadn’t done anything against him? Why couldn’t he just put his faith into you?

You were on the edge of tears. The power that he had placed on you made you feel as if you were burning up against the cool of his glove. Their united voices had started to sink into your psyche. How much more? Through his usage of the consecration, he knew whether you were lying or not. He had to know that you were being honest.

Sunday smiled at you and it felt like a light at the end of the tunnel. “You’ve done well, my dove. You haven’t uttered a single lie,” he said. “The Great One has chosen to show you mercy once more for being such an honest person.” He let go of your face. You could feel the power leaving your body as you laid your head on his lap. The exhaustion was something else. Your head swam with too many things at once. 

His hand gently patted your head as a method of calming you down. The shaking of your body gradually stopped through his touch. “I have one final question,” he said. Another test. Something easy to do when the other party was still vulnerable. 

“What is it?” you asked quietly. 

“Do you love me, (Y/N)?” A simple question. He was your lover. A man who held a lot of power in all of Penacony. The one who had promised you a beautiful dream as long as you followed him. Even though you feared the use of the consecration, if you were honest, he’d save you from it. Just as he had always done so. It only further proved his point, didn’t it? As long as you did as he said, Sunday wouldn’t bring real harm to you.

“Yes.” He was the one who could condemn you to the eternal abyss of damnation and the only one who could save you from it. He was your judge and your savior all in one.

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Expectations

A/N: You know, it's always Tartaglia hours in my mind. It's like I always end up going back to writing about him lol. I hope y'all enjoy.

Pairing: Possessive!Childe x Reader

Summary: You struggle with your job and the shadow that looms over you - your boss.

CW: Unhealthy relationships, power imbalance (boss and subordinate)

You paced in the freezing cold with a frown. Snezhnaya’s weather never changed, in fact, it felt worse these days. You could feel your fingertips going numb, even through the gloves, as you crossed your arms to try and make some warmth. The coat that you were wearing wasn’t good enough to withstand the cold of the day. You had to ask for a new one, but the thought made you hesitate. The less you spoke to your boss, the better. It meant not giving into his whims. You could already see the glimmer in his eyes at the thought of you asking him for something.

Your boss. Your frown got worse as you thought more about him. Childe, 11th of the Harbingers, was the headache that never left you. Of course, you did your best to make your boss happy. A happy Childe was the only version of him you ever wanted to see. Anything that could make him angry or upset was dealt with immediately. But keeping him happy was at your expense. Rather than oversee the new recruits himself, he’d left you in charge and kept being in far off lands. So, you were shipped back to Snezhnaya rapidly on his whims. “I hate having to send you off, but you get it, right?” Certainly. 

Then, Signora died. You knew that he was in Snezhnaya. There was no way that he wouldn’t be. But where was he? The funeral had come and gone and all that you’d gotten was a letter. A stupid piece of paper that you’d burned in anger after reading its contents. He was in a hurry to ship off the new recruits. 

“Captain?” asked someone. Your pacing slowed down as you turned to look at the recruits. They’d all been quicker with their training today. The one speaking to you, Ilya, was the most promising member of the small group. Though, the whole group had improved greatly over these few weeks. 

“Yes, Ilya?” you asked softly. You kept telling yourself to be gentle with them. You’d be the last kindness they had before being sent all over the world to cruel hands. Plus, it’d be wrong to take your anger out on them. Childe was your reason for anger, not them. 

“We finished our training like you asked. Is there anything else you want us to do?” he asked. You shook your head at them and gave them a strained smile. The weight of their future tormented you. 

Every single one of these recruits before you were younger than you. They didn’t know what it was like. They didn’t know the true horrors that awaited them. It was always like this, no matter how much you tried to not get attached. It was like having a new part of your heart ripped out as they were sent off to their deaths. Perhaps it was ridiculous to care. Part of being in the Fatui meant not caring about others too much because you run the risk of getting hurt. All of you were mere bodies that the Harbingers could move around like pawns. But you couldn’t separate yourself from them. You remembered every single person that had been trained by you. You remembered them because you knew that the rest of the Fatui, the Harbingers, and even the Tsaritsa wouldn’t remember them. 

It wouldn’t be long before someone in this new group died and were replaced with someone else. It wouldn’t be long for them to be separated from each other. It wouldn’t be long before you were assigned another group to train. A puff of air formed as you took a shaky breath. As you prepared to answer, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around you. Your brain stopped thinking for a moment. You were so keenly aware of the recruits looking at the person that was caging you in. 

You looked up and felt your heart stop. Dark, sapphire eyes looked back down at you. It was that look. The one he always got when he had you right where he wanted you. You were his cherished prey. A chorus of cheerful greetings filled the air. You remained frozen in your spot. He’d made no mention of personally visiting the group before sending them off. You could only assume that he was purposefully trying to agitate you. There was never any freedom from him, was there?

“Look at how well behaved these recruits are, (Y/N). Why am I yet to hear your voice?” he asked. Behind the cheery tone, you could hear the underlying disappointment. Your stomach plummeted. 

“Master Childe! I-I’m just surprised is all,” you whispered. The smile returned to his face. He turned his attention to the group.

“All of you are free to go back to camp. When you get there, someone will give you details on your next mission.” 

“Yes, sir!” said the group as they hurried back to camp. As you watched them disappear in the snow, you bit your lip. You’d told yourself that you were going to be strong. You couldn’t cry. Especially not in front of him. It’d upset him to see you cry for others when you refused to be emotional with him. You couldn’t afford any misunderstandings. 

“You’re shaking,” he said. “Are you that happy to see me?” You didn’t know how to respond. The emotions were overwhelming.

“Always am, Master Childe,” you answered. You hoped that your smile didn’t seem forced to him. 

“I’m happy to hear that. You don’t know how difficult these last few weeks have been. Not being able to touch you in any way has been awful. I’ve been counting down the days for when I could see you again,” he said. His grip on you tightened more. It wasn’t like you could even escape him. No matter where you went, the shadow of Childe loomed over your existence. At its core, there was no hope for you. You were bound to this job. “You know, I’m so proud of you. You trained them in record time.” You knew that he had to have been watching them for some time. Perhaps the whole training run. He would ask for details if he wasn’t aware.

“Just wanted them to be the best for you, Master Childe.” You didn’t have the strength to fight against him. In gentler terms, you were a mere plaything to him. In reality, he felt like he owned you. Your own movements within the Fatui were restricted because the world knew what you were to him. You knew that the trainees only respected you because of the man that was eternally attached to you. Your title might as well be: Captain (Y/N), Harbinger Childe’s Pet. He orders you to do something and you do it.

But you had to maintain it. Maintain it for the smiles that waited back home for you. Your family couldn’t survive without you providing for them. “I expect nothing else,” he said as he nuzzled your face. “Since you’re done with these recruits, I can take you on my new mission.” 

“Yes, Master Childe,” you said. You secretly wondered how much more you could take of any of this. The nature of training people just to send them off to their deaths, the constant moving around with no stability, and the suffocation of the man who held you. 

But it was expected of you to be able to handle all of this, so you would. 

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Favorite

A/N: Have y'all heard 'Paranoia' yet? It's very good! I've been keeping it on repeat. Since the release of the song, I decided to post something LoL related. The motivation came back quite rapidly. I hope that y'all enjoy.

Pairing: Shieda Kayn x Reader

Summary: Kayn has grown sick and tired of having to protect you, Zed's child, and denies enjoying his job as a bodyguard.

CW: None

You walked through the path, ignoring the bodies that laid on it. Kayn didn’t fail to see the small smile on your face as he lowered his weapon. None of them had put up enough of a fight. “You seem to enjoy this,” he said. You remained quiet as you turned to look at him. That permanent smile was something that he wanted to wipe off your face. But he supposed that Zed’s orders hadn’t included that. It was just “get (Y/N) to the location safely and back.” 

“It’s an easy job.” Sure, it was. It would be easy if he had sent anyone but you. You were a bane to his existence at every turn. Kayn couldn’t simply do as he pleased with you at his side. Yoru safety took priority over everything else. 

“What do you mean?” you innocently asked him. His eyes trailed down to the dagger that hung from your hip. It wasn’t purely decoration. His Master hadn’t randomly gifted you a dagger. He knew that you could use it and that you could use it well. Yet, you always left it hanging by your side whenever Kayn traveled with you.

“You pretend to be weak,” he said. “(Y/N) is a weakling,” muttered Rhaast. Kayn’s eye twitched. Now wasn’t the time for the weapon to choose and talk. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with Rhaast being a nuisance. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said calmly as you turned around to keep walking. Kayn picked up the pace to walk next to you. “I don’t fight, Kayn. You do. It’s really as simple as that. Do you really want little ol’ me getting hurt when I can barely swing a dagger? What would my father say?” Your words made his jaw clench. You loved playing the ‘father’ card with him. 

“I’m sure that you’d never let something get that far,” he answered. In a real situation that called for it, he believed that you could do some damage with the dagger.

“You’re right, I suppose,” you said. He felt an ounce of satisfaction to hear you admit that you were smarter than you let on. “But I guess that I’d just ask you to deal with it since I never go anywhere without you trailing behind me.” The satisfaction died as quickly as it came and your smile was as wide as ever.

“What if I left you on your own when you went on missions?” he asked. He wondered if you ever considered how easy it would be to just abandon you. If you knew how he could just slip into the shadows and leave you to fend for yourself. He’d considered it more heavily today considering how you’d been pushing his buttons all day. You hadn’t lifted a single finger at all. Even as you nearly got hurt, you’d simply stepped to the side and let him create all the carnage. You were entirely at his mercy at all times because of the act you put on. The smile on your face faded and once more, his satisfaction returned. You slowed down a little as you thought. 

“Oh, then I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere,” you answered. Kayn would never admit it, but the answer filled him with gratification. You were reliant on him. You needed him to be able to travel and do things on ‘your own’. Without him, Zed would never let you leave. You then shrugged and the smile returned. “For a while, at least. I suppose I’d have to ask Father to find someone else to guard me.” Though you said it so sweetly, he knew that your words were honest to an extent. You were willing to do anything to annoy him.

“You wouldn’t,” he said. You looked at him. The malice in your smile was new. He could see the idea becoming more real by the minute. 

“Who says, Kayn? I’m sure that if I said that I needed a new bodyguard, a whole line would form of other men that have been waiting for the day that you choose to leave this post and replace you,” you taunted. He could already see the line of men just waiting to pounce on the chance of spending time with you. He was aware that so many of them were counting on the day that he’d given up on escorting you. The thought was revolting. “Besides, I don’t know why you act like you don’t enjoy this.” 

“You’re annoying, (Y/N).” He hated that you were right. He did enjoy it to a degree. Every time that the two of you went anywhere, there was a high chance that you’d encounter some form of danger that let him swing his weapon around. You gave him free reign in that matter and look at him, complaining about it.

“There’s no need to hide, Kayn. I know that you love my helplessness in battle. You love being able to swing around that talking weapon of yours,” you said. 

“I don’t enjoy it,” he said. He had to salvage some degree of dignity.

“Too bad,” you said. “You’ve always been my favorite bodyguard. But if you truly hate this job so much, I’ll ask Father to find someone new to travel with me.” Kayn stopped walking, but you kept going. Your audacity knew no bounds to the extent of feeling so sure to threaten him with something like that. To prevent you from walking away, Kayn grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. Both of your faces were so close that your noses could touch. 

“Do you really think your threats scare me?” he asked. “You need me more than you think. Anyone else would leave you in constant danger. I’m the only bodyguard worth having.” He got more frustrated. Did you not realize what he was capable of? He was better than the others. Zed would never give the job to anyone else. You seemed so pleased with his words that he realized that he’d fallen into your trap. 

“So you do admit to enjoying this job,” you said. He abruptly let go of you. “I always knew you did, Kayn.” 

You kept walking ahead and left him behind as he mulled over your words. How was it that you always got the upperhand over him?“Maybe if you worried less about your favorite,” said Rhaast. “We’d get more done.” 

“Shut up, Rhaast,” he said.

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Asking Something of You

A/N: I wrote this like last week and in light of anything dropping tonight, I decided to post this. Not even sure I've processed anything that's happened in the manga recently, but I hope you enjoy! To make note, I don't blatantly drop big things in this (just light threads) but the last bit is post being boxed.

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Summary: Four times Gojo asks something of you and the one time you ask something of him.

CW: Nothing in particular because I didn't want to make this one sad tbh.

I.

Your phone rang as you walked through a store with Shoko. It was the first real break either of you had in a while. “Are you busy?” asked the voice over the phone.

“Very busy,” you answered as you shifted a shopping bag to your other arm. Shoko looked at you and you smiled at her. As if she could telepathically understand who you were speaking to, she shook her head. Gojo hadn’t been around for some days, but you also didn’t want to abandon Shoko. 

“Whyyy?” he whined. “It’s an emergency!” 

“Call emergency services,” you said. 

“But you’re the only person who can solve it,” he argued. 

“What is it that you even need?” you asked him. You looked at the dresses that Shoko was pulling out and comparing. With every option, you would nod or shake your head.

“Wanna see you is all,” he said. Endearing, even if annoying. 

“You can see me when I’m done with Ieiri today,” you said. “Until then, you can hang tight, right?” 

“Not sure I’ll survive long enough,” he said. 

“I promise I’ll give you all my time when I get back, okay?” you said. 

“Fine,” he said. “But I get to pick what we do, okay?” 

“It’s gonna be one of those cheesy movies, isn’t it?” you asked. You could already envision his smile at your question.

“100 percent,” he answered before hanging up.

II.

“(Y/N),” said Gojo over the phone. You stared at the clock in confusion. It was early in the morning.

“Hm? What do you need so early in the morning?” you mumbled. Your mind was half-awake as the other half fought to remain asleep. 

“I need you to help me out,” he said. “I need to get Megumi and Tsumiki to school, but I also have to do a mission…” You recognized the names as the two kids that he’d adopted recently. You hadn’t met them just yet since they’d been adjusting to Gojo and you hadn’t wanted to overwhelm them too much with too many new people. 

“Do you think it’s fine if I meet them?” you asked. You’d sat up on your bed and begun to move to get ready.

“I’d love it if you did,” he answered. “And I’d appreciate your help…you’re the only person I can trust.” He sounded tired. 

“Okay,” you said as you pulled clothes out of your closet. “Send me the address and head over there after I get ready.” 

“Thank you, I owe you,” he said. 

“Don’t sweat it,” you said. “I’m happy to help.” 

III.

"What is it?" you asked him. Your cup of coffee had gone cold ages ago. You'd barely taken a sip from it when Gojo waltzed into your classroom and just sat down without saying a word.

It was odd to see him so serious but the small frown on his face indicated that something was wrong. "There's a mole in our midst," he answered. Your eyebrows furrowed. Mole? 

"Huh?" you said. 

"Everything that's happened was too precise…like someone within our ranks has been leaking it," he said. You couldn't deny that. 

"Any ideas?" you asked. You had no names. All of the students that you and Gojo shared were trustworthy. None of them seemed to be acting strange nor had you gotten suspicious or anything. 

"Not yet. I'm gonna tell Utahime to be more cautious, though. What happened can't happen again. We got caught off guard. What if it'd been worse?" he asked. You didn't want to think about it. Yuji'd nearly been killed and the injuries that some of them had sustained weren't great. 

Things were turning upside down so quickly. "I'll keep an eye out," you said. "I'm guessing that wasn't all you wanted to say?" 

"I'm gonna head out and investigate some stuff. You willing to keep the fort down while I'm gone?" he said. 

"Absolutely," you answered. You'd probably have to move around the upperclassmen to later in the day to fit in the underclassmen. Manageable. A bit annoying but manageable. 

He got up and stretched before beginning to walk out. "Thanks, always know I can count on you," he said. "Oh, by the way, my phone will always be on in case you need anything." 

"Take care of yourself!" you said as he waved goodbye. 

IV.

“Satoru, you better take care of yourself,” you said angrily as you looked your husband in the eyes. Even leaning down, he was still so tall. 

“You gonna miss me?” he teased. 

“So much,” you answered. “That’s why you better take care of yourself, okay?” The two of you were splitting up to cover more ground. The sudden situation had taken a turn that none of you were expecting. But importantly, you had to find the students. 

“Promise to call me if anything happens,” he said. 

“I should be saying that to you!” you said. 

“One more thing, if something were to happen to me, don’t act rashly,” said Gojo. 

“You say that as if you know something, Satoru,” you said softly. You didn’t like to think of a possibility where he would get hurt. 

“I don’t. But I also don’t want you getting hurt. If something were to happen to you…” You smiled at him.

“Nothing will. Just as you’ll be okay. We’ll meet back up once this is over and it’ll all be okay,” you reassured him. You turned to start heading off to find the others. 

“Just promise me that you’ll take care of yourself,” he called out. You turned around and raised your thumbs up.

“I promise it,” you said. He smiled and disappeared. 

V.

“Satoru,” you said. You didn’t know if you wanted to cry or smile at seeing him again. Your husband in the flesh in front of you again. His arms around you were real. His warmth was real. The tears that you’d pushed down while he’d been trapped away surfaced up.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t be the reason you ever cry.” 

“I’m just happy, Satoru,” you said. “I’m so happy that you’re right here…” 

“You’re okay? You weren’t hurt too badly or anything?” he said as he pulled away. His eyes scanned your body quickly as if trying to find any injury. 

“I’m fine now,” you said. “But Satoru, are you going to fight?” He nodded. There couldn’t be more time for the two of you right now.

“Promise me that you’ll come back, yeah?” you said. 

“I will,” he said. 

“I know,” you said. “So, go win.” He kissed your forehead before leaving you to go fight. 

He’d win. He’d promised that he would. 

#gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk x y/n

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Words Unsaid

A/N: I’m back! I’ve been writing more, but it takes a while to edit and post. Anyways, been on that Jojo brainrot arc recently, but there’s other things coming.

Pairing: Jotaro Kujo x Reader

Summary: Jotaro’s moving out and you think about the things that should be said, but aren’t.

CW: Angst/Not happy

You blankly watched as the final boxes were moved out of the house. The tears on your face had long since dried up. All that remained was that sensation of having wiped them away too hard and now your under eyes ached. Your eyes drifted over the figure of your former husband and to the wall that was bare. 

The only thing that still remained on it were three images. An image of you and Jolyne during her 6th birthday where the frosting had made its way onto both of your faces. The other image was of Jolyne at an aquarium with Joseph and Suzi. The final one was Jolyne at the park with Holly. All the photographs with Jotaro had been taken down. Not that there were many to begin with. You just weren’t sure if it hurt more to not be able to see him in photographs anymore or if taking them down did.

You kept your hands tightly clasped as you sat on the couch. Otherwise, you’d find yourself pulling at the string that Jotaro had given up trying to sew in ages ago. The stains of coffee were hidden by pillows from when Jotaro would juggle Jolyne and his cup together.

The only sounds in the house were the door opening and boxes being pulled out. Jolyne had already been sent off to school after she’d said goodbye to him. Perhaps it was for the best that she was elsewhere. It seemed that she hadn’t wanted to see her father leave again. She’d already seen it enough times. 

Words clawed at your throat, but you remained quiet. You told yourself to understand his perspective. You had to. Otherwise, you knew that you would lose your mind trying to convince him that he was wrong. Enough time had already been wasted on that before and all you’d end up with was a headache and an empty bed.

Jotaro Kujo was incapable of not being stubborn.

— — —

The water in the electric kettle bubbled loudly. He sat across from you in the kitchen. You weren’t sure who was more tired, you or him. Drop off with Jolyne had been hectic considering that it was his first time home in months. She hadn’t wanted to say goodbye just yet and you’d had to negotiate dessert before dinner as a compromise to get her out of the house on time.

“Here,” he said. The first words that he’d offered to you all morning. He placed an envelope on top of the table and slid it to you. You didn’t really need to tear it open to know what was inside. But you still pulled the envelope towards yourself and opened it.

Jotaro had reached his own end with everything.

You gnawed at the inside of your cheek. You could pinpoint what had been his breaking point. No wonder he’d returned so suddenly after months of no contact. Too many close calls with Jolyne and you being in danger. The most recent incident still could be felt in your arm at the moment.

Couldn’t he have a conversation with you? No. In his mind, the most obvious answer was to take himself out of the equation if he had so many enemies to the point that you and Jolyne were in frequent danger.

“I don’t want to make this difficult for us,” he said. “So, let’s make this easy.” 

You didn’t have it in you to fight anymore. He’d been so absent from Jolyne’s life that you were basically the only parent present enough in her life. Teacher-parent meetings? Just you. Award shows? Just you. Sometimes, if they could, Joseph and Suzi would come down. Holidays? Just you. She’s sick and needs to be picked up? Only you would answer the call.

Besides, you knew that he wouldn’t change his mind.

It’d always been like this. He’d make a conclusion and you’d follow it. As much as you agreed with him on certain aspects related to divorcing, there was still the emotional aspect. The part of your own heart feeling like it was being torn.

“Alright,” you quietly said. 

You’d give in because you always did.

— — —

You leaned on the threshold of his office. What once was his office. The aquarium you and Jolyne had gotten him for his birthday was gone. All the photographs and images of his own investigations were gone. How would you fill up the gap of his absence? What would you do with this space? Renovate it? Make it something new? Keep it empty? All the possibilities and none of them were what you wanted.

What you wanted was Jotaro to stay with you and Jolyne. You wanted him to put effort into being a present father. You wanted him to not leave. You wanted to be a happy family with him and Jolyne. But none of that was possible.

“I’ve packed everything,” he said behind you. You looked up to see the towering man. 

“I’ll walk with you to the door,” you said. He merely nodded and walked ahead of you. Your legs felt like jelly as you walked. You passed the kitchen and tried not to think about how there’d only be one big cup and one small cup on the counter at all times now. Or how your bedroom’s bed would be too big now. How there was too much closet space now that everything of his was gone. How the entrance would be missing a pair of shoes forever. 

The two of you stood at the entrance of the house. The dolphin charm on his coat, the one that you’d found with Jolyne to give him to celebrate his doctorate, was tilted. But it’d be too much to fix it, no? That wasn’t your place anymore. 

“I-I guess this is goodbye,” you awkwardly said. You were at a strange distance. Too close for strangers but not close enough for lovers. 

“Take care of yourself and Jolyne,” he said. You looked at him. You’d always loved his eyes. But the ones that looked back at you were so tired. Jotaro Kujo was so many things. Even though you were upset, you could still see just how much he took on. The savior of everyone. But who could save him if he continued to push all of you away?

“You take care of yourself too,” you said quietly. “Don’t take on more than you can handle and remember to take breaks, okay?” He only grunted in response and moved to open the door. You watched his hand reach for the knob. The moment that he opened it, it would all become real. You wouldn’t see him. There would be no more waiting for him to come back. There would be no one in your bed anymore. There would be no fish tank constantly running. There would be no random calls to check in. There’d be nothing more than what once was.

Rather than open the door, he turned around one more time. You felt yourself being pulled towards him and a chaste kiss on your forehead. One of his oldest habits and with such proximity, the tears that you’d been pushing down broke out. For a single moment, neither of you moved. 

Finally, he let go of you without saying anything else and left through the door.

The final phrase that the two of you wanted to say hung in the air. Where it would remain with everything else that neither of you had said.

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Do you love me?

A/N: I’ve returned. Out of all the P4 characters, Rohan actually became one of my absolute favs very quickly. I hope that y’all enjoy.

Pairing: Rohan Kishibe x Reader

Summary: Reader finally asks Rohan the single question they'd been avoiding.

CW: Angst/Not a happy story, brief mentions/descriptions of sex as manipulation tactic, unhealthy relationship.

I. You shivered slightly as a cold breeze blew through the porch. It wasn’t the best place for confrontation but you refused to take a step indoors. You looked up at your boyfriend. His face held the same expression: boredom. You were going to finally ask him the question that had hung over the two of you since the beginning.

One that you already knew the answer to.

“Rohan, do you love me?”

II. You loved Rohan.

You really did. You loved him so much that it actually hurt sometimes. If he ever needed anything from you, you’d drop everything to give it to him. You made sure to take care of him while he worked. No meals were forgotten and you took care of the house in general. If he wished for you to be his model on occasion, you’d do it and not once utter a complaint, even if you were in an awkward position. You just wanted to please him.

You were a constant in his life. He could rely on you with no doubts as to whether or not you’ll accomplish what he asks of you. He wanted his furniture moved around for some artistic inspiration? You’d move it for him. He wanted a complicated meal? Sure. You did it because you genuinely loved him. You had loved him for so long that the sheer joy when he finally agreed to go on a date with you was inexplicable.

You were happy with him.

Rather, you were happy about it at the time.

In truth, the doubt crept around into you early on. It sunk its claws into your heart and refused to let go. Rohan’s feelings for you weren’t obvious. At all. It hurt to love him because everything you did was expected. It was a sign of absolute obedience to him. It was expected that you’d be there for him whenever. You’d canceled going out with friends, missed out on things you wanted to do, and received next to nothing. Questions about going on dates or doing something, anything, slowly died out of your thoughts. He didn’t want to do anything with you. The expectations that you had for him slowly wilted away as you realized that you seemingly came last in the list of importance for him. If you were in trouble, he wouldn’t drop everything to save you in the same way that you would for him. He’d even told you that bluntly when you’d only jokingly asked him. You went the extra mile and he refused to even take a step.

Perhaps one of the more painful parts was realizing that everyone saw how he treated you. Your shared friends had seen how cold he acted with you. There was no public or private affection. You two were just together. That was it. The words of concern from others flitted into one ear and went out the other. You forced them out of your head. But they were right.

Even with the lack of appreciation, you couldn’t bring yourself to separate from him. Something about him kept you around. It was like he was a magnet that you couldn’t detach yourself from. Every time that you convinced yourself to leave or someone finally got through to you, you were pulled back in by him.

He’d pull you into him and it would be the absolutely rare times that he did pretend to feel something for you. You say pretend because it’s only the moments where you’ve argued with him because you wanted him to do more or you’d leave. Those moments where he would play along in the fantasy that you sometimes made up. A fantasy where he did love you and that you actually meant something to him. A fantasy where you told yourself that the kisses trailing up and along your body were not just an attempt on his part to satiate your concerns. As if he truly wanted to demonstrate that you meant something to him. Where you could tell yourself that his saccharine words were honest and not just trying to sweeten up your mood to agree with him.

Not too long after those moments, he’d return to his usual self because you’d fall back into his desires. You’d drop the matter until you’d circle back to it. The fantasy would always end as quickly as it began. Something that made you emotional on so many occasions because sometimes, you had believed that the two of you were making some form of progress. Where he promised to improve and you had believed him only to go back to square one and the two of you moved backwards once again.

“I love you,” you’d say. He’d merely hum in response if he even felt like acknowledging you. The words had been spoken by you so many times that you doubted that it held any meaning to him. You figured that it just reconfirmed your obedience to him whenever you said it. He’d never once uttered the phrase back to you. You’d held out so long and expected him to say it at some point. But nothing. Ever. All the hints that you dropped on the matter were ignored entirely by him. Ignored purposefully because he was far smarter than he frequently let on.

It drove a deeper wedge into your relationship. The doubt was suffocating you more and more.

“You’re valuable enough,” he once said. That was the closest you’d ever gotten to any form of appreciation. But the sweetness was tainted with the bitterness of being entangled with him in bed as he said it. How could you know if it was honest? He was never honest during these moments. It wasn’t anything truly meaningful in the grand scheme of things.

Recently, though, the doubt was becoming insufferable. You couldn’t keep going on. No amount of lies could keep you satiated anymore.

Perhaps, it was about time that you got tired of his actions. You just didn’t know how to leave him. What could truly drive you away?

You knew the answer to that.

It was a simple question. It was just one that you’d been avoiding the entirety of your relationship.

You knew what he would likely answer too. He’d probably evade the question or he’d probably be blunt about it. Out of the two, you desired for him to be blunt.

The two of you knew what he felt deep down. You just wanted to hear him admit it. You needed to hear him admit it. You just needed it. You needed him to say it out loud. You wanted him to slice through your heart one last time so that you could tear yourself off.

III. You stared at him blankly. Any sign of expectation could lead to a lie. You needed Rohan’s honesty. His face had set into one of discontent. But you didn’t care anymore. Maybe he had realized that you were asking for honesty for once. Whatever the truth may be.

“No, I don’t.”

The curtness of it stung. But you took a deep breath. Just what you needed to hear him say. You smiled for the first time in a long while and he seemed surprised.

“Thank you,” you said.

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Promise

A/N: I wrote this so long ago and then only edited it recently. Recently got back into JJBA since I’m rewatching it. Anyways, I hope that y’all enjoy.

Pairing: Joseph Joestar x Reader

Summary: Joseph Joestar, your fiancé, swore that he would come back to you no matter as he goes off on his own journey.

CW: None

You fiddled with the ring on your hand. A promise of the future that was to come with Joseph. You’d started fiddling with the ring ever since he had proposed. Joseph had a way of making your blood pressure rise so much that you feared that one day, he’d be the death of you. It seemed that he did things without fully thinking them through as to whether or not they could actually work. You shakily looked up at your fiancé as he spoke about his goal of going to Mexico to learn more about Speedwagon’s situation. As if everything he had just said wasn’t the most bizarre thing ever. 

“Mexico, huh?” you quietly said. Internally, all the potential things that could go wrong were spinning in your head. Joseph could get hurt or lost or die or who knows what. There were endless possibilities and none of them made you happy. Besides, he’d be so far away. 

A reassuring smile graced his face and you knew that he had figured out all your concerns. He always read you like a book. “I know you’re worried, (Y/N). But I swear to you that I’ll come back to you. I won’t die on you, okay?” he said gently. Joseph rarely made promises. Ever. If he ever did make a promise, you knew that it was something important. 

“You swear it?” you asked cautiously. He nodded. Joseph lied sometimes, but about mundane things. Like that one time that he swore up and down that he hadn’t eaten that slice of cake you had badly wanted while he had the frosting on his cheek. But you also knew that he wasn’t one to treat your concerns lightly. If he swore to come back, he would. 

As you thought, his arms tightly wrapped around you. “You think too much, you know?” You burst into tears as he held you. Being in his arms made your fears worse because what if this was the last time that he held you? He was certain of himself. Too certain. You couldn’t stop yourself from worrying that he wouldn’t come back to you and that he would die. You couldn’t hold back the spiraling thoughts that he could encounter something far worse than Straizo. Something in your heart told you that there was something far worse out there. What if Joseph never returned? You didn’t know what you would do if anything ever happened to him.

You pulled back a little and looked him in the eyes. “Y-you better come back to me, Jojo! If you don’t…I’ll never forgive you,” you said through tears. 

He laughed. He quickly kissed your forehead before he fully pulled away from you. His absence was greatly felt as you missed the warmth. “I’ll be back. Don’t worry your pretty little head too much,” he cheerily said. He always seemed to shrug off big things as if they were little. As if he could always conquer everything. Truthfully, as much as you stressed out about him, you did believe in Joseph. Irrationally so. 

Even as your legs shook as he bid Erina goodbye, you chose to believe in him. Joseph would come back to you.

He always did.

— —

Waiting for any sign of him would prove to be a test of patience. Every time a telegram would arrive at the Joestar residence, you would nearly fall over to get it and read it. Only to find out that it’s something unrelated to Joseph. When the first telegram of his arrived, you had nearly tripped over your feet trying to reach Erina. “Erina,” you happily said through tears. “Jojo’s okay! He even found Speedwagon! He’s okay!” The old lady’s tears mirrored yours as the two of you read over the telegram. You memorized every word in the telegram and read it in his voice. The very end of the telegram sent his love to the two of you. Your heart felt like it mended a little as you read it over and over again.

The following telegram was more of a surprise. “Erina,” you said as you walked into the residence. “Smokey!” Your eyes were focused on the telegram that confused you. You barely looked up to see the two people you had called as you thought. “Apparently, Jojo and Speedwagon have gone off to Italy…with no information as to why,” you said. The telegram, evidently written by Speedwagon as he signed it off, had barely any details. You handed it over to Erina and looked at Smokey in confusion. “What do they have to do in Italy?” you wondered.

“Well, whatever it is, I am sure that it is important,” said Erina quietly. The feelings that you all shared hung in the air without being said. Erina quietly grabbed both yours and Smokey’s hands and brought them to her. “We must remain hopeful. We must.” The two of you nodded with her. For her sake, you swallowed your own fears. 

The following telegram, multiple days later was one from Joseph. “Everyone!” alerted Smokey as he waved the telegram around. “Jojo sent a telegram! He’s doing great!” He handed the telegram over to you and Erina as the two of you read over it. You felt tears in your eyes as he told all of you that he was okay. He was okay. That’s what mattered the most to you.

The next telegram was more confusing than the one that Speedwagon first sent. “Smokey. Speedwagon wants you to join him in Italy,” you said as you walked into the dining room. The telegram had been something late at night and very sudden. Speedwagon had hastily written it based on how quick and short it was. You handed it over to Smokey and shrugged. “I don’t know why.” 

“That’s odd,” said Smokey. “But…if Mr. Speedwagon is asking me to go, then I’ll go.” You bit your lip and fiddled around with your ring. Joseph had sent nothing to you and Speedwagon had specified that you were to stay with Erina. Was the situation that serious? You didn’t know. You just had to hope that if Smokey was going, that things were getting resolved in some way.

— —

The news of his death had shattered you. You’d done your best to keep yourself together for Erina’s sake as you knew that it was much harder on her. But you’d spent every single night since the news hit in shambles. You’d fall asleep sobbing and wake up empty. Every night was lonelier than the last. The ring on your finger, his final gift to you, weighed heavily on your hand. 

You numbly looked at the gravestone in front of you. Joseph Joestar. It didn’t feel real. It truly didn’t. You quietly sobbed as the Priest spoke. His words were meaningless to you as you knew that something had died inside of you. No one could replace it. All dreams of a future had slipped entirely from your grasp and were buried into the ground alongside the one man you loved. A piece of you had died with Joseph. 

In the midst of mourning, you felt a set of arms wrap around you tightly. “(Y/N), why is everyone crying? Who are we mourning?” asked a familiar voice. You froze before slowly turning your head upwards. A shadow towered over you and part of you wondered if you had finally lost it. Maybe the lack of sleep and too much crying was getting to you. The towering shadow was none other than Joseph Joestar. “JOJO?!” you loudly exclaimed as he let go of you and held his left ear.

“You don’t have to scream,” he said as he laughed. He looked at everyone’s surprised faces and he frowned. “Why do all of you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” 

“You’re not dead?” you asked him as you got close to him. Your hand reached out to grip his arm. He was real. Your hand didn’t go through him. Joseph was alive. More tears sprung forth as you realized that he was alive.

“Dead? Why would I be dea-” His eyes trailed over to the gravestone and he frowned. “Suzi Q! Don’t tell me that you forgot to send the telegram!” You looked over his shoulder and saw a blonde woman appearing from the car. She giggled nervously.

“I-I might’ve…” she said. You looked at Joseph and the frown on his face had gotten worse. You lightly pulled his arm to get his attention. He turned back to you and his face softened.

“It seems that we know why you all thought I was dead,” he said. You flung your arms around him and clung onto him tightly. His arms wrapped around you tightly. You had missed the feeling.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again!” you sobbed into his shoulder. “I thought you were dead!” 

“I did promise you that I wouldn’t die, didn’t I?” he said. “The world would have to try harder to separate me from you.” You lifted your head to look at him. Even through tears, you could still see his brilliant smile.

Joseph had kept his promise.

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Caught

A/N: I was supposed to post this during Cyno’s banner....but I took forever and now it’s here. I hope that y’all enjoy!

Pairing: Cyno x Reader

Summary: Reader, a student in the Akademiya, has grown bored with studies and started seeking out different ways to get caught by the General Mahamatra. Culminating in the latest chase.

CW: None

The sun blazed down on you as you ran through the desert. If you didn’t know the desert as well as you did, you would’ve probably already been lost in the sands like countless other people. While you couldn’t hear footsteps just yet, you were keenly aware that you were being followed. Well, less followed and more like you were being hunted. You just didn’t know from what direction he would appear. It was always a surprise.

When you finally did hear footsteps fast approaching, you turned around and tripped. You stumbled into the sand with a mouthful of it and the burns of the grains slicing through your skin as you rolled down a small hill. You looked up with a frown and saw him sliding down, with zero issue, and a frown on his face. The one hunting you down. For a brief moment, you thought that he looked so beautiful in the sunlight.

His polearm immediately stopped at your throat. You made no effort to move. You knew how fast he was with it and you weren’t trying to test his limits today to that extreme. At least, for right now. “Found you,” he said. Shivers went down your spine due to his tone. You supposed that your more recent actions had been a problem.

“I must be lucky to receive a personal visit from the General Mahamatra himself,” you said. Faux innocence was laced in your voice. You knew why Cyno had chased you down. Feeling bored in your academic year, you had decided to start doing more elaborate things. What better way to relieve your boredom than to try and get the attention of Cyno? You smiled up at him. How much punishment would you be receiving today?

“Don’t play innocent. You know what you’ve done,” he said. You pouted at him.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” you said. It’s not like you had planned out and meticulously laid out a paper trail through various different people that would ultimately lead back to you. It seemed that your biggest project so far had finally paid off.

“You purposefully left that trail for me to find,” he said. It wasn’t a question and there was no hesitation in his words. He’d unraveled the long thread you had left for him.

“Is it so wrong to want to get your attention?” you asked. His polearm pressed a bit closer to your skin and you flinched from it slightly. You doubted that he would actually use it on you, but you were already pushing your luck. You just couldn’t help it. There was something about the way that his eyebrows furrowed when he was angry and how his eyes flashed when you so much as moved a little. You never told anyone else, but you really enjoyed riling him up. It was the only fun you had at the Akademiya. You’d received so many verbal warnings from him, threats of expulsion, and other things over rule breaking. But it was worth it to witness him in this state. You wanted to push him over the edge.

“You waste your time and most importantly, you waste mine,” he said.

“If it was such a waste of time, why did you come looking for me? Couldn’t you have sent any ol’ matra?” you asked him. Part of you, a more irrational part, believed that he did want to waste his time with you. There was truly little reason to have gotten involved in the smaller punishments you had received over time when a matra could’ve been the one to carry them out. Instead, he had always been the one to do it. 

“It’s my duty,” he answered. Duty. It was always his response to everything. But that’s what you liked about him. He was dedicated. Dedicated enough to follow false leads and reach conclusions that all led back to you because he felt that he had to do it.

“What’s my punishment this time?” you asked. You tried sounding uninterested. You didn’t want to let him know how much of a rush all of this gave you.

“I’ll inform you when we get back. But it’ll include time wasted, resources wasted, forgery of documentation, and involving innocent parties in your little stunts,” he answered. “But first, are you alright? You seemed to have fallen hard.” He pulled his polearm away from you and you strangely missed the close contact.

“I think I’m fine,” you answered as you shakily got up and shook some sand off. The stinging pain of the sand that had rolled with you flooded back and the taste of sand in your mouth wasn’t pleasant. But it was worth it. He nodded as you finished swiping away at your clothes. He held out a water flask and you took it and swished water around to spit out the sand in your mouth. 

“Thank you,” you said as you handed it back. You looked at him uneasily. He hadn’t specified what he would do to punish you and you weren’t sure what the Akademiya would want done in response to your actions. How far was too far?

“Are you ready?” he asked. You nodded and he turned around. He knew that you wouldn’t try to run off from him with his back turned. Though, you would be lying if you said that you hadn’t considered running away just to see what he’d do. But for now, you had decided to just quietly follow him and accept whatever punishment you got. Instead, you would just focus on what to do after the punishment. “You better not be thinking of more ways to cause problems,” he said suddenly.

You nearly stumbled again at his words. Could he read minds? “Of course not,” you nervously said. You certainly didn’t have an idea in mind.

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Misc. Masterlist

Last Updated: September 2023

-In Your Arms (Jin Kazama x Reader): Jin’s been pulling away from you slowly and you wish that he wouldn’t. You wish that he would confide in you.

-Asking Something of You (Satoru Gojo x Reader): Four times Gojo asks something of you and the one time you ask something of him.

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League of Legends Masterlist

Last Updated: October 2023

-Trapped (Yandere!Shieda Kayn x F!Reader): Kayn has you pressed up against a wall and you can no longer keep running away from him.  

-The Book and a Cocktail (Sett x Reader) [MILD NSFW]: A day at the beach, you want to finish a novel, but things keep interrupting you.  

-Unwilling (Yandere!Viego x Reader): In life, your job as a dancer was overwhelmed by Viego’s desire to have you to himself. It seemed that he never wanted to let you go...  

-Company (Aphelios x Reader): You bring Aphelios some food and ramble a bit. Meanwhile, he’s thinking about some things.

-Always (Akali x Reader): Before Akali sets off, the two of you share some parting words.  

-Work Together (Ezreal x Reader): You’re sent to do a mission with Ezreal but things go wrong.  

-Future (Yandere!Viktor x Reader): In the confines of his study, you listen to Viktor's new idea and worry about its implications. 

-Favorite (Shieda Kayn x Reader): Kayn has grown sick and tired of having to protect you, Zed's child, and denies enjoying his job as a bodyguard.

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JJBA Masterlist

Last Updated: June 2023

-her. (Josuke Higashikata x F!Reader): A focus on Josuke Higashikata being in love with her.  

-Try (Bruno Bucciarati x Reader): Bruno makes a promise to you on a beach day and hopes that he can keep it.  

-Promise (Joseph Joestar x Reader): Joseph Joestar, your  fiancé, swore that he would come back to you no matter as he goes off on his own journey.

-Do you love me? (Rohan Kishibe x Reader): Reader finally asks Rohan the single question they'd been avoiding.

-Words Unsaid (Jotaro Kujo x Reader): Jotaro’s moving out and you think about the things that should be said, but aren’t.

#jjba x reader #jojo x reader #jjba x you #jjba imagines

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Genshin Masterlist

Last Updated: September 2022

-Take Care (Childe x F!Reader): (Y/N) stops Childe as he is heading to leave for Liyue because she wants to tell him something.

-Forfeit (Kaeya x AFAB! Reader) [NSFW]:  You remember that you have to leave because you have things to do. Except you can’t leave unless you forfeit in the little competition between you and Kaeya.      

-Poem (Kaeya x Reader): Kaeya convinces you to write a poem during the Windblume Festival. You refuse to show it to him after hearing his ‘poem’ and avoid him for the rest of the day until you were unable to.  

-Confession (Kaeya x Reader): Kaeya finally tells you what you’ve been wanting to hear for a while.  

-The Truth (Diluc x Reader): You have figured out that Diluc is the Darknight Hero. Now you have to confront him about it.  

-Help (Xiao x Reader): You’re fighting remnants of an old god and things go wrong. Who to call?  

-The Wind Leads Back to You (Kazuha x Reader): Kazuha may be far away from you, but the two of you are always connected through something in the world.  

-Worry (Childe x Reader): While you mend an injury of Childe’s, he worries about the relationship the two of you have together.

-A Photograph’s Value (Albedo x Reader): Photographs could essentially freeze something in time. Even once hundreds of years pass, the image in a photograph is still the same.  

-Caught (Cyno x Reader):  Reader, a student in the Akademiya, has grown bored with studies and started seeking out different ways to get caught by the General Mahamatra. Culminating in the latest chase.

-Fireworks (Thoma x Reader): Thoma takes you, a Kamisato Clan member, to see the fireworks in person for the first time.  

-The Feeling Is...(Raiden Ei x Reader): While watching Ei practice, you thought about how to define your feelings for her.  

-Happy Day (Diluc x Reader): Diluc waits for you to return to his office with a surprise.  

-Expectations (Possessive!Childe x Reader): You struggle with your job and the shadow that looms over you - your boss.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact imagines

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In Your Arms

A/N: I’m back after many, many months. I’m sorry for not posting for a really long time. I saw Tekken: Bloodline and decided to write something about Jin...he needs like a massive hug.

Pairing: Jin Kazama x Reader

Summary: Jin’s been pulling away from you slowly and you wish that he wouldn’t. You wish that he would confide in you.

CW: Mildly angsty 

You could see that he was pulling away from you. Instead of finding warmth between the two of you, he was running towards the sting of the fight. It was a mostly silent affair. He wasn’t explicitly saying he couldn’t make time for you. He was just saying that he had to practice more. On the outside, it just seemed like he was training to become stronger. Stronger, stronger, stronger. That was what he seemed to care about. 

On the inside, you could sense that something was stirring internally. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, you knew. You wanted Jin to do well. You wanted him to succeed with his dreams. But a part of you wondered if it was truly worth it. Especially considering how he was shifting from the person you once knew. You knew it was his grandfather’s influence working on him. Any criticisms you had of Heihachi didn’t matter though. What mattered was what Jin believed to know.

Even so. You just wanted him to rely on you. You wanted him to know that while he was getting stronger, he could still be weak around you. There was no need to play a façade with you. 

You’d gotten home earlier than expected from your studies. Surprisingly, he was home too. You hadn’t properly seen him in several days. He was always there by the time you were falling asleep and gone by the time you were waking up. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked so sad. Sad was the best word you could use to try and describe him. A brief moment of vulnerability that vanished the moment that he looked at you. An attempt at a smile that tried to unsuccessfully hide what he felt. His eyes couldn’t hide the emotions that he felt. The quiet was loud.

Something was stirring inside of him and bouncing around his head. You didn’t know what it was. You had a feeling as to what it could relate to, but that was it. Whenever you tried to press the topic, he would push it away. He would reassure you that he was okay. That he didn’t want you worrying too much over him. But how could you not worry about him? How could you not worry for someone who has so much hurt? You wanted Jin to stop running from you.

You walked towards him without saying anything. Bruises scattered around his body from the training he did with Heihachi. You’d done your best to try and take care of every single wound, but sometimes, it wasn’t enough.

You gently wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tightly. His hands slowly came to rest on your hips. His breathing was quiet and you could sense his own hesitation to fully hold onto you. You gripped him tighter as tears formed at the corners of your eyes. You silently wished for him to understand that it was okay. That he could hold onto you too. A brief moment passed and you could hear your heart rapidly beating. Slowly, his arms came to wrap themselves around you and the two of you were pressed together.

For a moment, the world stops in each other’s arms.

#Jin Kazama x Reader #Tekken x Reader #Tekken Jin #tekken jin kazama #tekken jin kazama x reader #tekken imagines

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Happy Day

A/N: I’m back! Two stories in a month!! AHHH! I wrote this today since it’s Diluc’s birthday and I love him so much. Like....I just felt compelled to write something. I hope that y’all enjoy!! <3

Pairing: Diluc x Reader

Summary: Diluc waits for you to return to his office with a surprise. 

CW: None

Birthdays never meant much to Diluc. They used to, but memories of the past made the day seem bleak. The celebrations just struck him as odd as he thought of things. But for some reason, he was cheerful this year. Maybe it was the expectation of what you were doing. You always seemed to make things brighter.

You’d been gone for several minutes now. He sat patiently in his office chair. The room had been empty for a majority of the day since he’d been convinced to take a break by you. “Your birthday only comes once a year! Work can wait! This can’t!” Persuasive as ever, he agreed to the day off. Most of it had been spent with you. Really, the whole day had been surrounded by you. Maybe it was Diluc being selfish to want you around him so much for the day. But it was his birthday. Couldn’t he be selfish? After all, it was rare to have you around him at all times.

Work took up so much of his time that calmer days were few and far in between. Still, you had been gone for some time now. Just what was it that you were doing? Impatience consumed his thoughts but he didn’t want to ruin any surprises. You’d warned him to stay put. “If you move before I return, it’ll ruin the surprise, okay?” 

The gifts around his office from friends and people around him filled the office. Something Jean gave him was strewn on the ground, Kaeya’s gift was on the desk, the Traveler’s gift had been placed on top of Kaeya’s, and so on and so forth. People around him cared for him. You cared for him.

Maybe that’s why he could feel cheerful. There were people around him that he knew cherished him. The loneliness of the past days still clung on to him but he could say that it wasn’t as bad now. The door knob turned and Diluc looked up as the door opened. “Happy birthday to you,” you sang cheerfully. You walked in with a cake and a bright smile. 

“I made it last night and stored it for this moment,” you said as you placed the cake on the desk and circled around to stand next to him.  “Make a wish, love.” His heart thumped at the nickname as he looked down at the product that you made. It was a simple cake that had been stacked with colorful candles circling around. Some of the frosting was a little lopsided. He smiled. It was his favorite gift of the day. 

He thought for a moment before blowing out the candles. “What’d you wish for?” you asked expectantly. “They say that if you say it out loud, it happens.” 

“Isn’t the point of a birthday wish not saying it out loud so that it happens?” he asked jokingly as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you down to sit on his lap. You kissed his cheek before giggling.  

“Maybe you’re right,” you said. It was hard to not smile. You leaned in closer to him.  “Happy birthday, Diluc. I love you.” 

His wish: to have many more moments with you like these.

#diluc x reader #diluc genshin impact #diluc x you #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnvindr x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you