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My Dearest Darling (Irnes/Fatui!Reader Part One)

Alright you gremlins, gather around! I had to dig this out of the depths of my drafts and give it a much needed makeover, but here we are. Note that reader is gender neutral, and this is completely SFW. For those who don't know who Irnes is, this, that, and here will explain all you need to know! For all you existing Irnes smoochers out there (@ardensforest I'm looking at you), enjoy!

First Meeting

Irnes is well known around the palace. And as one of the many agents roaming the halls on the orders of the Harbingers or Her Majesty, it's only natural that you eventually encounter him, but you didn't expect it to be like this. He runs straight into you by accident, clearly in a hurry, and ends up knocking you both to the floor. Logically, it should've probably given you a pretty nasty bruise, but you're also an agent that's endured dozens of beatings in sparring matches with your superiors. It's really nothing, in comparison to the bruises that the sheer brute force of the Captain has given you in the past, but you weren't expecting to be slammed into full force by a lanky and oddly heavy clone.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry! Are you alright?"

He gets off you quickly and helps you up, dusting off your uniform. You don't even realize what's happening at first, he's that fast, but once he's standing in front of you and turning your chin to make sure your pretty face isn't hurt- Well, you can't help but blush a little. He's clearly one of the Doctor's clones, but he's not cackling at the top of his lungs nor setting anything on fire, which is... unusual. You don't have the heart to ask his name, only muttering a little thanks as he limps around you, brushing off your coat and muttering to himself while checking that you aren't hurt.

"Good, you aren't hurt. Once more, I'm terribly sorry for all this! I must go, however, forgive me моя красота!"

He quickly kisses your hand, bowing his head in sincere apology, before turning on his heel and bolting, leaving you in a stunned silence. You're almost tempted to follow him out of curiosity, but you don't, looking down at your hand with a little blush. What a strange man... He even called you beautiful after only looking at you for a second.

"Weird."

Misunderstandings

After that day, you keep seeing him around the palace. A passing glimpse of his pale blue hair, the echo of his voice or laughter down a nearby hall. But you don't get the chance to see or talk to him again, no matter how hard you try. He's always too fast, darting away before you can stop him. It's frustrating, to the point that some of your friends within the ranks have started laughing at your pouting face when you get back to the barracks. You just want to talk, how hard is that to achieve! Very hard, apparently.

Weeks of trying to track him down pass, and it finally happens, much to your relief. He looks surprised to see you, but you aren't falling for it again, and immediately pull him to the side before he can escape.

"You've been avoiding me, haven't you?"

He raises an eyebrow, clearly confused at your antics. The other clones he was with are now investigating to see why he was pulled aside by an agent of lower rank, but you don't care, grabbing him by the lapels and pulling him down to your level.

"Every time I try to talk to you, you're gone. Care to explain?"

"There's not much to explain, моя красота! I swear I have not seen you since, and if you wish to repay me for hurting you, slap me now! On the left side, please, that's the only one I can feel it on..."

What. Why is he blushing, and even leaning down a little for you to get a clear shot? Is he crazy?! (The answer is yes, obviously)

"Excuse me, what?"

"What."

"I'm not going to slap you. And I'm not mad."

"Oh. I see! Oh dear, I must apologize-"

"Just... shut up."

"Yes, sir!"

So that was awkward. But you got your talk, and Irnes assures you that he didn't even notice you (ouch) and very clearly asks your name. You give it to him, who are you to say no? It's not even your real name, anyhow, you're just a meager agent with nothing to your name. Sure, you have a family, but they aren't exactly well off. Besides, no one of a high position has really asked your name before, so who are you to say no?

"A lovely name, моя красота!"

"Then why are you still calling me that?"

"Oh! Because you're beautiful?"

"...Not really."

"Ha! No, you are beautiful! I may not be able to see under that mask of yours, but if what I can see is anything to go by... You are quite lovely."

This cheeky bastard. You can see the little smile on his face, but it doesn't sound like he's sucking up to you or lying... Hm. He's probably just flattering you, right?

"Well, I hate to leave again моя красота, but I do have a mission to complete. It was a pleasure meeting you formally!"

He bends down and kisses your hand a second time, winking subtly as he lets go, walking past with a little awkward bounce to his step. While the start of your... whatever this is might have been a little awkward, it seems to be going well now.

Friendship?

The next few months are... interesting. You see him occasionally, and eventually learn his name: Irnes. No last name, no title. Just Irnes. Which makes it easier on you, but he calls you "sir" instead of the other way around, which is odd. After asking him about it, he just shrugs with that pointy smile, clearly messing with you. You whack his shoulder in retribution.

You think you're getting closer, at the very least. He seems to like you, occasionally walking up behind you and grabbing your shoulders, scaring the living daylights out of you. You, of course, get him back by pulling on the long strands of hair around his face, which he's all too happy to oblige. He starts hanging around you more, and very clearly ignoring his duties just to poke and tease you. He's much taller than you, always getting you with short jokes and apologizing profusely when you pretend to ignore him.

You find that he spends a lot of time in the clone barracks and library, whenever he has free time. He can often be found sitting in the window overlooking the Piazza, surrounded by cushions and books. He invites you to sit whenever you appear, offering the seat at his side as he shows you his work with ruin creatures. He never really let go of his fascination with them, you realize, and he sometimes mentions working with them in the past.

"I wish I could go back... Liyue really was beautiful, you know. The shoal especially."

You don't ask what he was doing in Liyue beyond working with ruin creatures, but it couldn't have been anything good. That's fine though, you've done plenty of bad things yourself. Maybe not out of your own volition, but orders are orders, especially when you want to keep your head. You don't tell your mother the details of your work for a reason, only that you guard the Harbingers. She would have a heart attack if she knew the truth.

Plus One

At one point, he invites you to be his plus one to some sort of high society party. You decline regretfully, but only because you've never done well with aristocrats, much less greedy old men like the ones you're bound to encounter there. Besides, you don't have any kind of jewelry or clothes that would be fitting of such a high class event. You'd only embarrass him, being dressed in the old embroidered outfit your mother gave you, with little roses and leaves stitched into the blue fabric. It's old, to the point that it would look almost ratty. You can't go out in that, it would humiliate him. He seems a little bummed, but he respects your decision, which is arguably the part that hurts the most. He clearly wants you to go, but he doesn't do anything to pressure you, which you're all too familiar with, being an agent bending to a Harbinger's every whim.

But he misunderstands the reason. He thinks it's because you don't want to be seen with him in that way:

"It doesn't have to be anything romantic, if that's what worries you! I assure you, it's purely a business banquet. I just... feel quite silly, going by myself."

That makes you feel even worse for saying no. He doesn't hold it against you, though. In fact, he welcomes you back when you visit him in the library during your break, showing you the new design he thought up. He practically pulls you into his lap, showing you every little intricacy of his ruin creatures, explaining each part in terms you would understand. It's as if nothing happened, yet you still feel guilty for turning him down.

Overthinking

The first time he recognizes you officially as friends, you don't feel satisfied. For some weird reason, it doesn't feel right. He calls you his "dear friend", but you feel as if it's not enough. You also feel horrible for wanting to be his dearest friend, you've seen how he acts with those he trusts more than you. Is it so wrong to want that? You don't dare say anything, you don't want to ruin this tentative friendship you both have.

You find out he has a child. Well, not his, but there's a little clone following him around everywhere like a lost puppy, and you're shocked when he introduces the child as his "child". Oh. Maybe you've been reading this all wrong. Does he have someone already, or maybe had someone before? He's not wearing mourning clothes, but maybe it was a long time ago. That's probably why he called you his dear friend, right? You start to overthink it, thinking that maybe he's been toying with you, manipulating you. There's something he wants from you, isn't there? He's just trying to get into your mind, to use you for his own ends. Your superior warned you about this, and you so foolishly fell for it.

"What's wrong, моя красота? You look upset."

"It's nothing."

"It's not nothing if it's bringing out that wrinkle between your brows!"

Oh great, now he's making fun of you. You resist the urge to pull away as he smooths his thumb over the wrinkle between your eyebrows, smiling serenely. Why does he make it so hard to resist? Are you just a fool, or is he just too good at playing you?

"However, his father will have my head if I linger, so I guess you'll just have to tell me later!"

Oh. You feel stupid all the sudden. You don't deserve him, do you? Overthinking every little thing... He must think you foolish.

The Past

The next time you see him, it's back in the library, swaying lopsidedly to the music from a record player, the black disk spinning and horn like attachment blaring some slow jazz, the room full of candles as he stands by a bookshelf. There's a book in his hand, undoubtedly about ruin creatures, and it's weirdly peaceful. In the warm light of the candles, you can see the scar along the right side of his face and neck more clearly, jagged and rough against his clear skin. It looks deep, to the point that you wonder what caused it. But you don't dare intrude.

"Come sit, dear. I don't bite."

He chuckles, but it's half hearted. He moves to sit down, but winces and struggles a bit, lowering himself into the chair slowly and shakily, only using one arm to stabilize himself. The other rests on the table, but it doesn't do anything to help as he plops down in the chair with a huff of annoyance, grabbing his right leg and pulling it into a more comfortable position with his free arm. He notices you watching him, but doesn't poke fun for once.

"Are you okay?"

He seems surprised that you'd ask, but chuckles regardless. What's so funny? He's clearly in pain, you've seen that face on dozens of senior agents when their old injuries are aching. So why is he playing it off?

"I'm fine, dear. My body doesn't work like it used to, some days are worse than others."

He says it so easily, as if he didn't almost fall just a moment ago while trying to get into his chair. He doesn't look old enough to say that his body is breaking down either... Maybe he's ill? Or maybe it has to do with those burns...

"Can I ask why?"

"You can. You just might not like the answer."

"What, is it bad?"

"It's not a happy story, dear."

"I've heard plenty of unhappy stories. If you want to tell me... I'll listen."

"I'll hold you to that in the future, then."

He won't tell you, clearly, but you don't push him. You have your own past, things that you aren't proud of. You won't tell anyone about the reason one shoulder clicks when you move it too fast, but this is likely much worse, if he's struggling that much.

"Alright. May I escort you back to your quarters later, then? I don't want you to hurt yourself..."

"That's very kind of you. I'll have to accept, having such a lovely majesty on my arm is hard to resist."

You give him a playful scowl at the "majesty" part, which gets you another one of those chuckles that you love so much. The rest of your evening is spent in relative silence, Irnes seems to be in a somber mood. Once he's finished reading and sketching, he moves to put his books back, but you beat him to it, snatching them right out of his arms with a teasing grin.

"Ah, you really don't have to-"

"Hush, I want to. Besides, you shouldn't push yourself too much. If your body is in pain, you need to listen to it."

Ironic, coming from you, but Irnes doesn't protest. Once you turn around, he's standing, though he's clearly favoring his left leg, offering a hand. You take it, coming in close and letting him grab your bicep, leaving the library and reentering the frozen corridors that surround it. Irnes doesn't keep pace with your normal speed all that well, so you slow down, letting him lead. It's weird, seeing his face without that weirdly wide smile, his frown seemingly being one of either pain or concentration.

Once you arrive at the door, he lets go, hobbling over and glancing back with a small smile.

"Thank you, dear."

"Of course. Make sure you get some good rest, okay?"

He chuckles again, but it seems more genuine this time.

"Alright. Don't worry your little head off, I'll be fine. Good night, dear."

"Good night, Irnes."

A Kiss

Irnes himself can't stop thinking about that night, not for a long while. You were all too kind to him, not to mention that you didn't press with questions, something he greatly appreciates. Yes, he's been fairly infatuated with you since the beginning, but this made it... more. You also don't seem to realize his affections either, always keeping him at arms length. Perhaps he wasn't clear with his goals? He'll have to be quite obvious, then.

A quick letter, penned in his barely legible handwriting arrives over dinner. Your friends whistle and tease you for it, but you ignore them, opening the letter and finding a simple message:

I will be in the Piazza this evening. Please do consider joining me.

You tuck the letter into your pocket and stuff the last of your pelmeni into your mouth, getting chuckles from your squad mates as you get up quickly, rushing to meet him. You don't want him to get too cold, waiting for your arrival, so you practically run from one side of the palace to the other, arriving in the Piazza completely out of breath and sweating. You always did run cold, compared to the cold of Snezhnaya, or so your mother says. Glancing around, you find a familiar figure standing at the top of the stairs in front of the palace, a cane in one hand as he seemingly observes the emerging stars. Huh. It's not snowing tonight...

"Ah, you're here."

"Yeah, sorry for keeping you waiting..."

"Nonsense. I would wait as long as it takes."

Huh. What's that supposed to mean? You don't ask, just move closer to try and figure out what he's looking at, his face tipped towards the few glints of light in the sky.

"I didn't know that it wasn't going to snow tonight."

"My predictions were correct, then. You see, there's a single night a year when Her Majesty's eternal winter moves west, and creates a brief window of clear skies. Only at night, however. I observed it a few years ago, but I didn't know it was recurring until tonight."

"Huh. So the storm moves just enough to see the stars?"

"Precisely. You understand me so well."

Okay, so it's not just that one phrase then. You can't ignore how weird these sentences sound, especially to your worrying brain, which is taking them way too seriously.

"So... That's what you wanted to show me?"

"Among other things. I thought, however, that you would appreciate seeing the stars after some time..."

"I do. Thank you."

"You know, many people think the stars are Celestia's bravest warriors, hung in the sky for all eternity to honor them. If my predictions are correct, the stars are not that at all, but masses of fire in the far distance, moving just as we do across the expanse of space. Marvelous, isn't it?"

"I didn't take you as an astronomer."

"I'm not, dear. I just... enjoy watching them."

"Yeah..."

No more words are exchanged between you two, just a comfortable silence.

"Do you have a vision, dear?"

"Yeah... why do you ask?"

"I see. It's nothing, I was simply thinking. It really does make sense, you're so strong spirited that I can't see it being any other way."

Your heart beats a little faster at that, and you can't help but move closer, until you're a mere whisper away.

"Really? I think I'm rather weak, I'm not sure why I got in the first place..."

"Not at all. You are one of the most stubborn yet kind people I know, dear. If I were an Archon, I would've given you one a hundred times over..."

He's going to be the death of you, saying such nice things. You fall back into a comfortable silence, watching as more stars emerge from the darkness, until the sky is so full of them that you can't believe there would ever be that many great warriors in Celestia to fill them all.

"Thank you for inviting me out here tonight..."

"Of course, dear. I enjoy your company, you know."

"I can tell. Now, shall we go inside? I'm kind of cold..."

"Of course! Come with me, I'll have Sergei make you a pot of tea..."

But before you can go inside, he stops you, a firm hand landing on your shoulder.

"Irnes...?"

He seems to be just staring at your face, his expression unreadable. You don't pull away, but you give him a confused look, waiting for him to make some sort of move-

Then he takes your hand, placing a clear and deliberate kiss on it.

You almost faint right then and there, staring at him with a shocked expression. You try to speak, to put your thoughts in some sort of understandable order, but nothing comes out except a stream of unintelligible stutters, his small smile making your ears heat up even more.

"Let's go inside, dear. You look faint."

That cheeky bastard.

Festival of Love

Eventually, the deep winter season settles of Snezhnaya, and Her Majesty's festival of love has started. It spreads like wildfire through the barracks, gossip and bragging filling the air as your comrades talk about their wives or husbands back home, or even their unrequited crushes that they plan to rectify during the festival. It leaves you thinking... Who are you going to take to the festival this year? You're known within your squadron to always attend, despite not having anyone to go with you, it's one of your favorite holidays. A week of traditional music, lights, and good alcohol, what wasn't there to love?

Originally you were going to ask him. You bought flowers, a rare commodity in the eternal winter that surrounded Snezhnaya, ones that glowed a soft amber and red, paying half your allowance for the month just for the finest quality you could find. You wouldn't be able to replace your boots with holes in them, but it was worth it to see the expression of joy on his face. But something stopped you... What if he didn't think of you that way? What if he was just overly affectionate?

Your squadmates encouraged you to do it. What could go wrong, they said. The worst he can do is say no, right?

That's how you ended up in front of the Doctor's laboratory, awkwardly holding a glowing bouquet, tapping your foot as you wait for your knock to be answered.

That's when the door swings open, and you chicken out. You don't even bother to stick around and see who opened the door, you just bolt, vanishing down the hall in a split second, cheeks aflame and heart racing.

"Irnesss... Your guard dog stopped by!"

Shit. You have to get out of here. Turning the corner quickly, you run until you're panting in the middle of the Piazza, hiding the flowers in your coat quickly, rushing past the bustling agents and nobles with a thoroughly red face. This was a stupid idea... What are you doing?

Once you get back to the barracks, you place the flowers back in the cup that you'd been keeping them in, making sure they were getting enough water. Another day, another failure. Ugh, why can't you just-

"A letter from Lord Irnes."

You turn and find a palace servant in the doorway, holding out a hastily scribbled note. You take it, thanking her quickly and unfolding it before she's even walked away, scouring the letter like it's personally offended you.

My dear,

I wish to invite you to the Piazza this evening. I have a little surprise for you! Please do join me, if you're so inclined. I cannot promise stars this time, but I have something so much better.

Yours, Irnes

He's going to kill you with embarrassment is your first thought. The second is that you have to show up, your pride demands it. So you prepare to skip dinner, instead training with your weapon and delusion until the sun starts to dip towards the horizon. The second it's out of sight, you rush to the Piazza, the last of the day crowds trickling out and leaving you mostly alone. He's not here yet, but you rush to the place on the stairs where you stood last time, bouncing your foot as you wait. Maybe the clones tattled on you, told him that you stopped by- no, they said it earlier, didn't they? He's probably going to ask you about it-

You're snapped out of your thoughts by his hand landing on your shoulder gently, your back stiffening at the sudden feeling.

"Irnes!"

"Good evening, dear!"

"You seem to be in a good mood..."

"Of course! I'm glad you're here, the first day of the festival starts quite soon!"

"What do you mean, the festival?"

"Oh, right! Forgive me, I got ahead of myself!"

He reaches inside his coat, producing a single blue rose, glowing faintly in the night as he hands it to you, petals silken and unblemished.

"I call it Perpetium! Unfortunately, the term eternia has already been claimed by our beloved Raiden Shogun, so I had to get creative! This rose will never wilt, will never die, for as long as both you and I live! Possibly even longer, my estimations are not exact..."

"...Irnes, I can't accept this."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Because I was going to ask you! I had flowers and everything! You can't just go and steal my idea!"

At your "frustration", Irnes giggles, hiding his grin behind his hand.

"I'm terribly sorry, my dear! I've been a wicked, horrible man!"

Irnes bursts into a fit of giggles at your dirty look, covering his mouth with his hand. You give him a playful whack on the shoulder, but that only makes him laugh harder.

"Was that the- the reason you ran away earlier-"

You flush in embarrassment, hesitantly nodding. That only makes him laugh harder, his shoulders shaking as he wheezes at the thought of you frantically running away earlier.

"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry my dear! I shouldn't laugh at you-"

You cross your arms and wait for him to stop laughing, knowing full well that it's all in good fun. Though you feel a little embarrassed, especially now that he knows you ran away...

Once he finally stops laughing, he takes a moment to compose himself, turning to you with a red tinted face.

"Forgive me, my dear. You know, I think it's rather cute, don't be so embarrassed. Please do forgive me for laughing..."

"Alright, alright. We should probably head to the festival then, before it gets too late..."

You start to walk away, only to be pulled back gently by Irnes, a wide grin on his face.

"Whoever said we were walking? I have a carriage for a reason, my dear!"

Somehow, despite everything, you manage to flush an even deeper red. You would've been mistaken for a tomato, if you weren't so human shaped. Irnes merely laughs it off, offering his good arm languidly. You take it, and he leads you out of the Piazza, where the lights no longer shine and it's purely dark.

"Not to worry, my dear. I can see perfectly well in the dark with one eye, at the very least. Like a pirate, you know. A pirate with manners, but a pirate nonetheless."

"And very handsome."

"You flatter me, my dear. I'm a scarred and aged man, the only handsome bit of me is what little tit I have left!"

"You're not that old, don't mess with me like that. You don't even look to be in your fifties yet, and that's not even all that old."

"You're right! Though if a scarred and progressively aged man is to your liking... Who am I to say no to you?"

"Exactly."

You climb into the carriage, offering a hand to help him up. Irnes waves it away with a grateful smile, the carriage swaying slightly as he sits down across from you, the warmth inside making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He settles himself with a bit of a struggle, the carriage jerking and swaying as it begins to pull away from the palace, leaving the darkness behind.

Once the carriage finally comes to a stop, you spring out, offering an arm as Irnes gets to his feet. He takes it gratefully, squeezing your bicep lightly as he gets down from the carriage, staggering a little but holding on to you to stabilize himself.

"Ah, the night air is always quite delightful! Shall we walk?"

"Lead the way."

The walk through the main street is slow, Irnes occasionally stopping to let you oggle the goods on display or talk to the many merchants enthusiastically. The smile doesn't leave his face, not for a second, his face lighting up in surprise when you bring him piping hot pirozhki straight out of the oven. The vendors are everywhere, but the main attraction is the memorial square, a statue of Brighella erected in the northern corner, brandishing her sword and decorated in flowers. Candles line the base of the statue in honor of her victories, some alight in the night as happy couples pass in droves.

A slow dance spins in lazy circles around the square, the music subtle and quiet in the peace of the night. Tiny lanterns hang around the square on paper thin strings hung off the edges of buildings, their warm pink glow casting the stone in wide spirals.

"It's beautiful..."

"It really is lovely."

The two of you stand at the edge of the circle, the music continuing to warble through the crowd. You want to ask-

"Shall we dance? I may not keep up well, but you have that... Light in your eyes. You want to dance, correct?"

"...You can't see my eyes."

It's true, you're still wearing your fatui mask from the palace. Irnes merely chuckles, shaking his head.

"I don't need to see your eyes to know that they shine. You're always so... brilliant, I would be a fool to claim that your eyes are not the same!"

You're at a loss for words, once again. Irnes has that affect on you, for whatever reason. Maybe it's because he's so bold, or because he confessed to you not long before this. Either way, you gape at him for a moment before clearing your throat pointedly.

"Thank you. You're... also brilliant, you know. You have a way with words, making even the smallest things seem so beautiful."

Now it's Irnes' turn to stare at you, or at least you think that's what he's doing. He then takes your hand squeezing it tightly.

"Thank you, my dear. I could sing your praises all night, but that will have to wait for later..."

He winks at you, and you instantly turn back into a flustered tomato.

"Let's dance, my dear. I'd hate for you to get cold."

He takes your hand, leading you out into the circle while humming along to the music happily. While one of his hands is occupied with the cane, he puts the other on your waist, letting you lead him in slow circles, swaying slowly in time to the rhythm. The pink light brings out the startling blue of his hair, casting his skin in a rosy hue, his smile soft and lacking in the pointy teeth he so obviously favors.

It's peaceful, having him so close, his breath on your face and hand on your side. You can't help the urge to lean in and kiss him, it feels so right-

"Careful, my dear."

"Hm?"

"Once you take this step, you can't go back."

"Oh, I know. Is it alright with you?"

"It always will be. Kiss me, my dear, before I get impatient."

With that, you move your hands to grip his shoulders, watching his face for a second longer. Oh, how you want to admire it more.

You kiss him gently, feeling how he softens against you. His lips are chapped, rough, but you don't care in that moment, the world closing and setting a single spotlight on the two of you.

When you pull back, you're almost convinced he's going to kiss you again. But alas, he merely watches you, a little grin on his face.

"You're grinning."

"Am I?"

"Yes. Is it because you're happy?"

"Of course! I'm just... glad that I'm not dreaming. It would break my heart to wake up right about now..."

"Well, it's a good thing you aren't dreaming, then."

Another kiss, the music continuing long into the night. You sway gently until you're nearly asleep on your feet. Irnes is so warm, it's like being wrapped up in a warm blanket...

"My dear... You're getting tired. I believe we should return to the palace so you can rest."

"Mmm. Fine."

"Good. Not to worry, I will come find you in the morning. We will discuss everything then."

"Okay..."

The journey back to the carriage is quiet. You're half asleep through most of it, Irnes' arm over your shoulders, escorting you back with a watchful eye. The carriage ride is also quiet, except this time you're leaning against his side, blinking slowly and fading in and out of sleep. Once you arrive back at the palace, he nudges your shoulder, herding you out of the carriage and back towards the palace, not the barracks. Weird. That's not where you live...

There's hushed talking. You don't bother to look up and see who it is, Irnes barely stops to speak with them. Once he's done speaking, he pulls you towards somewhere you've never been before, the door opening and a bunch of blue blurry blobs surrounding you.

The next thing you know, you're laying down and a gentle kiss is planted on your forehead, the bed dipping beside you.

"Goodnight, my love."

That's it! Hope you enjoyed this first part, more to come! Irnes might be sassy, but he also loves you very much.

Toodles!

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assarivanguard · 13 days

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Hmmmm for the ask meme, Moonangel and C and F from the NSFW list, G and Z from the SFW! Thanks a bunch!

i assume by moonangel you mean isobel/aylin, in which case thank you for the ask!!! i love these holy lesbians

(sorry for the slow reply, i was playing ultimate chicken horse with friends!)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i feel like the pair of them are the Noisiest Orgasmers to ever live. everyone in a 10 mile radius KNOWS they're fucking and will be for the next 4 hours. if aylin isn't coated in isobel's cum by the end of the night she's done terribly

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

aylin's a hopeless romantic, so her answer would be "anything with isobel". isobel on top? perfect. isobel on her face? perfect. isobel below her, kneeling? perfect. meanwhile isobel is in a constant craving for anything that involves aylin's head between her legs

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

aylin looks terrifying and Is Terrifying, but is the biggest softie ever. they've been through a lot the past century, so anything gentle and quiet they treasure immensely. it's the simple things, you know? gotta enjoy the moment while you can. you know isobel has helped aylin cry her heart out after the whole 100 years of torture thing, and held her ever so gently while she did

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

isobel hasn't Slept Right ever since being resurrected imo, she can't tell whether it's sleep or she's just not going to wake up again. and if she did wake up -- how much time has passed? would aylin still be there? would she still be alive?

the ever so chivalrous aylin always, patiently, helps her sleep, always making sure that isobel is asleep first before closing her eyes herself. she wants the last thing to see to be isobel, and the first thing too

#ask tag #writing tag

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roryka · 21 days

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i Cannot and Will not keep my questions to just one i am Too Curious chief, i'm almost wretched with how badly i want to ask about actualization report adljsfahsdjlfahsjlfsdhajlhasdlh im not sure i want to spoil it for myself though, i might just have to explode violently the moment you finish and post it :p

sfw teenybedo pleeeeease and 8, the cynonari one, for sure, and nsfw DRAGONFUCKER KOKOLUMI YES GIRL GET IT

you might be waiting a while for the next report haha, it's um. turning out Obscenely long. but it will definitely be worth the wait :)

anyway,

teenybedo: this one actually started out as a commission from a friend, which then fell through when i realised that the moment i'm getting paid to write something is the moment my brain decides it does not want to write it :D sjdfjdjhj though now that i'm not under any pressure to finish, i've been working on it again sporadically.

Albedo lifted the bottom of his coat up and to the side, displaying the remains of the potion that had dripped down his back. “I was wondering what sort of potion I was hit with. It appears as though it may be a shrinking solution of some kind— indeed, something of that nature would make it very easy to abduct a group of knights on patrol, wouldn’t it?” “Shrinking potion…?” Aether’s eyes widened. “Then… the knights who went missing…” “They’re likely still alive, at any rate. I also think you’re correct about the treasure hoarders being based in these woods. Though it’s too late to try and follow the one who escaped, we could—” “Albedo,” Aether interrupted urgently. “How… How fast are you shrinking?” Albedo blinked, his train of thought derailed. “I’m not sure. Anyway, the rate is potentially subject to change. Why?” “‘Why’?!” squeaked Paimon. “Because before long you’re gonna be even smaller than Paimon! We’ve gotta do something!”

cynonari but it's unhinged and unethical: okay so. hear me out. i love cynonari, big fan, but in canon (currently) they are Very Normal. an impressively well-adjusted and emotionally secure couple. so my thought was... what if they weren't always?

Cautiously, Tighnari stepped out of the narrow passage, on the alert for the sound of anyone approaching. The space was dimly lit, but he could clearly see that it was a research laboratory, just the same as some of the classrooms above. "Why would the Akademiya have a hidden laboratory...?" he murmured, wandering through the rows of messy desks and equipment. At the back of the room was a glass wall, seemingly looking into some kind of containment chamber. As he drew close, ears twitching with nerves, he noticed a figure laying on the floor of the tiny chamber, dressed in rags. Their bone-white hair was tangled and unwashed, and they looked terribly underfed. His eyes widened as the person straightened up, crimson eyes narrowing at the sight of him. "Who are you?"

kokolumi but lumine is a dragonfucker: h. hear. hear me out. okay. i (like a lot of people who have been playing since 2.4) was really confused and disappointed at the out-of-nowhere reveal that after all of hoyo's hinting at kokomi being the reincarnation of the hydro dragon (her constellation being "slumbering dragoness," the vishap research notes mentioning that the hydro dragon was supposed to be born in enkanomiya as one of the vishaps, kokomi supposedly being born already possessing her vision, among other things) it turned out be. some guy in fontaine. neuvillette i love you and this isn't your fault but you did not earn your dragon title and once hoyo remembers that kokomi exists at all-- okay well no that's not going to happen so i guess you're in the clear.

anyway, once i got over my initial frustration and started snorting kopium (that's kokomi-specific copium) again, i looked at neuvillette's lines and thought: "oh... he says the hydro dragon couldn't be born among the vishaps of enkanomiya because their evolution corrupted them... what if... what if kokomi was supposed to be the hydro dragon sovereign, but is instead more like a... failed, corrupted version?" and, well. we all know how i feel about corrupted dragon characters.

The great sea dragon, magnificent even injured, was dragging itself up the surf with a slow determination. Its gaze was locked on the cannon, glittering with intent. It had eyes like twin pools, Lumine thought, mirror-like and deeper than dark. She watched it approach without a single thought of running. When it drew close enough to rear its glimmering purple head over the outcropping, Lumine simply looked up at it, awe occupying her senses and drowning the tingling fear. It looked down at her as well, eyes reflecting so much that it looked like nothing. She had seen so many things since arriving in Teyvat, both beautiful and terrible, awe-inspiring and spine-chilling. To her, this dragon was almost like a culmination of it all. A fitting end, if an end it must be. Lumine didn’t want it to end. Not even like this. But her limbs were too heavy to raise a sword. The dragon rumbled softly in its throat, plaintively, almost… familiar. Lumine's breath caught in her throat. “Kokomi…?”

feel free to send more asks if you have more questions, i have a terminal case of Can't Shut Up About Wips disease

#rory's ramblings #the worms have taken over my brain. but that's nothing we didn't already know

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I was thinking ab how distinct the personalities for ur van/ny and wil/li/am are (which btw I love their characterization both sfw and nsfw theyre so fun) and it made me wonder what would a personality swap between them be like? And since I know van/ny will always dom in some way, how would their nsfw dynamics change?

(Also ngl the idea of manic pixie dream boy will makes me giggle)

I love this ask so bad I am kissing you (platonically). Will would definitely be like Dave Miller post springlocking. Like hyper, manic, God complex, all the fun stuff. Still doesn't like himself but that's buried MUCH deeper. Very delulu.

Van/ny would definitely be a lot like Will/iam in terms of being obsessed over how they're perceived but less in a "I act like I'm better than everyone even if I don't always feel like I am because now I have an image to uphold and it's all I know" way and more in a "I have to be good and behave and do everything perfectly or else everyone will hate me" way. Just girly things.

In terms of how it would affect their sex life, Will/iam is now the sex pest and Van/ny is the terribly repressed one. He brings out her inner domme and it's very cathartic for her to break out of the societal prison she feels like she's been forced into for so long. Will/iam is just a slut. Their relationship is actually softer in a way. Like, he helps her open up and understand herself better and she understands how it feels to actually love someone and be loved in return and that there isn't anything wrong with her, as opposed to their normal selves where they enable each others' self destructive behaviors and they aren't actually all that good for each other.

#I love thinking and having thoughts thank you anon for pouring gas on the fire that is my brain #rotten asks

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shibaraki · 3 years

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Relationship headcanons

Character: Oikawa Tooru Genre: SFW, Fluff A/N: After this will come Iwa, probably tomorrow and yes I AM WRITING PART THREE for stuck on you I promise!! It was very lovely writing for Tooru we all know he's gonna dote on us. GN reader as usual!

It's inevitable, really, that Oikawa would fall for you. It isn't long before he is completely taken by you. He has always been the type to hyper focus on things that take his interest, and once you have intrigued him he's pretty hard to shake. The more time he spent with you the more things he found he liked about you, and the more he felt he could also share parts of himself with you.

He’s very good at putting on a front but he lets it slip when he’s with you. Having an act on can get tiring, plus he never wants to be disingenuous with you. He wants you to like him for him, not as the person he presents himself to be in front of the public and the cameras.

His arrogance always has been and always will be a band aid he uses to paint over his insecurities. In the beginning it was like he was not only trying to convince you of it but also himself. There came a point where you asked him about it outright and all he could do was tell the truth. Oikawa is an awful liar, after all. Sure he can put on a bravado and he can be witty and sarcastic but he’s terrible at coming up with excuses for things. Plus you can tell when he’s lying because he can’t keep eye contact with you.

Enamoured by you, really. He’s love sick, love stricken, bewitched by you. The wallpaper on his phone is a photo of you sleeping on his bare chest and yes, he shows it to everyone. Not just that, he has a whole album for pictures of you that he takes mostly without your knowledge, because he loves seeing you look so natural and candid.

He’s clingy and very affectionate with you. He’s touchy but not in a suggestive way (most of the time). He just loves draping himself over or around you, having his hand resting on your waist or lower back, or having them both linked together across your stomach as he hugs you from behind. It’s a two birds with one stone scenario, really, because he’s showing you how much he loves you and he’s also showing everyone else who might be looking.

Jealous and a little possessive but in a way that is childish. He spend a lot of his time completely torn because he wants everyone to see how wonderful you are but then they all end up falling at your feet just as he did. So he pouts, and he flares his nostrils indignantly, and he does unfortunately snap at you sometimes

Arguments with Oikawa are usually petty and over something small, like the tone of his voice or that you missed a game or he forgot to pick something up on the way back from practice. You getting grumpy with him because he didn’t pick up any more bread when you asked? It’s cute! And you forgive him quickly. Big, adult arguments though? Are a little scary to Oikawa. He knows that when he’s feeling defensive he can be cruel, and he doesn’t think about what he’s saying. There had been one particularly bad fight in which he had made you cry, and it had taken a week to convince you he hadn’t meant what he said. Since then you both have a system - if you or he feels it’s getting out of hand, you can simply state ‘I’m stepping away before I say anything I don’t mean’ and it’ll be tabled for later discussion.

Dates? I think you mean couples hobbies and couples activities. Being with Oikawa means practically merging souls, or that’s what he says anyway. He wants to be known as Oikawa and Y/N, the gross couple who are attached at the hip. Sure you both lead different lives and enjoy different things but he always sets you both up to attend random events, like crocheting or painting or yoga or dancing, and most of your dates will end up with you having 10 new friends added to your social media.

Oikawa has a sweet tooth and you like to jokingly ask for some sugar when you want a kiss. His sweet tooth extends to his pet names for you, some of them are so cheesy people think he’s being sarcastic when he uses them. But no, he really does call you his majesty, his darling, his beau, his angel, his blossom or his baby. He likes your pet names for him to be just as cheesy, you call him love, sweet pea, pretty boy and mi amor.

Thrives on affirmation and visibly brightens whenever you tell him he did well, or that you’re proud of him, or that he’s beautiful. Around other people he might smirk and play it off, saying ‘I know I am,’ but you can see the gentle thank you in his eyes when he moves in and kisses your nose.

He’s surprisingly creative and a good story teller. You always look forward to him coming home and telling you about his day, even if it was mundane, because he looks so animated when he’s speaking with you. He loves having philosophical conversations with you, discussing life and politics and theories about ghosts or aliens or mythology. He always looks to you for your thoughts, pauses to let you finish what you’re saying and doesn’t interrupt, hypothesises with you rather than turning everything into a debate. He wants to discover the world alongside you, not hold his knowledge over you.

Speaking of intelligence, he’s very clever. Sure his brain can be split into YOU, VOLLEYBALL and SPACE but he’s very academic too. He has a lot of general knowledge and likes to impart that knowledge on to you in the most random of times. You’ll be on a date at the aquarium and he’ll say ‘did you know the giant pacific octopus has nine brains?’

Oikawa won’t text you through the day, but he will spam text you when he can get to his phone after practice. He uses a lot of emojis and is very dramatic, complaining that he misses you terribly. He leaves his details from the day for when he gets home, preferring to send you selfies of him and the team, or a picture of a flower that pushed through some concrete, or how the sky looks from the gym in the evening. If he’s away from you he will send you YouTube links in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep. A sneaky little gossip, will screenshot something someone posted and send it to you without context for your reaction. He also screenshots and saves every single picture you send him and puts them in the aforementioned ‘you’ album.

Fantastic gift giver, sometimes you think he might be a mind reader but actually he sneaks on your phone while you’re asleep to look at your Instagram likes… you’ll never find out though. He enjoys spoiling you, he wishes he could give you the world and more. Loves the look on your face when you open a present in front of him, sometimes he will buy you a gift just so he can selfishly see you smile like that again. He’s a hypocrite though, because he hates when you spend money on him. Will scold you if you buy something expensive. Prefers when you treat him on a date instead, one of his favourite evenings with you was when you’d come home with a bag of luxury face masks, candles and a pedicure set to play with.

The first time he told you he loves you he was a little bit tipsy, but so were you. After spending the night with friends you’d walked back hand in hand enjoying the warm summer night and the soft glow coming from the bars along the promenade. He’s swinging your arms back and forth like a kid and it makes you giggle when he suddenly spins you and you stumble. Coming up to the end of the street, there is a restaurant with a live band playing and it piques your curiosity. You can’t help but close your eyes and nod your head to the beat as you both gradually get closer. He watches you with a gentle look on his face and a yearning feeling in his chest. He twirls you again but this time into his embrace, putting your arms around his neck and slipping his own around your waist. Wordlessly he sways with you, humming to the music and trying to keep his footing but you’re both clumsy. You’re so wrapped up in your own world you don’t see the patrons in the restaurant point and grin at you both in awe. Nose to nose, it’s then that Oikawa decides he will never have enough of you, that he will spend all the time he has selfishly cherishing you. He tilts his head to press a barely-there-kiss to your lips before murmuring that he loves you.

Overall, your relationship with Oikawa can be described as blooming, youthful and impervious.

#justice for oikawa he is not a cheater and he is not an ass #he cant help hes got a pretty face DAMMMM

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glitterge1pen · 3 years

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Stars Hollow Esque

Keigo Takami x reader, sfw, fluff, word count 2,740

The paper sat on your desk, you didn't know how but it felt like it was mocking you. You ignored it as you shuffled through the paperwork you had left for the day. The more time went on the more it became clear that you would not be able to say no to the letters request.

As a hero you found that there were two main types of hero work for you. Which was ‘god I wish this wasn't happening, not what I signed up for' and ‘god I wish this wasn't happening but at least it's what I signed up for’

You picked up the paper finally. It was the annual Pro-Hero Basket Banquet. It was a charity fundraiser. There was always tons of events like this for heroes to go to , but this was one of the more infamous ones. Participants would create a picnic basket with food for a date, whoever bid the highest would win the company of the hero and the proposed meal the hero had made. The heros came from different agencies, and any hero could be invited to make a basket.

You were looking over the rules and guidelines for the event when a strong breeze shook your focus. Before you could react Keigo was sitting on the edge of your desk, the paper you had been previously scrutinizing in his hands.

"And what are you working on today?"

He said, smiling at you knowing he was nothing but a pleasant distraction from your work. But it was you who was laughing when he gasped in surprise.

"You got invited to the Basket Banquet?"

"What? And you didn't?"

He shook his head, eyes reading over the paper.

"Well, I was a contestant I think two years ago?"

For acting so shocked that you would be in attendance this year, he didn't seem to care too much about the event.

"I didn't know that, well do you think I should do it?"

"Of course you should, you'll meet some heros you haven't, there's lots of important people who go to those types of charity events too. It's great experience"

"What about the whole date part, isn't that weird? Old fashioned?"

Keigo hopped off your desk, letting the paper float back to your grasp .

"It's all for the better good isn't it?"

"Eh, I just hope I don't get stuck with someone awful"

Then a terrible thought crossed your mind. One that made you physically react, shooting up in your seat.

"Oh my god, what if no one bids on my basket?"

Keigo looked at you with a raised eyebrow, a laugh pondering his lips.

"No way, everyone gets their basket picked, and I mean everyone"

"That's even worse, I could be the first person who never got their basket bid on"

"Basket bid on sounds like an excellent tongue twister"

"Thanks for the reassurance"

"Anytime"

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

You shuffle through a list of ideas on your notes app. You were pondering asking for some family recipes, but if you did that you would have to open up about your personal life.

As a hero, if you took off your costume and donned a pair of jeans you would blend fairly easily into a crowd. Only an adamant fan of yours would be able to spot you. If possible you didn't want to give too much of yourself up to the public.

The simple picnic idea was cute, and making something like a charcuterie board and maybe a soup would be easy. Another thought that crossed your mind was just kinda blowing the whole thing off, making a little joke. Like filling up your basket with gas station snacks or a fast food meal. But since it was a fundraiser you didn't want to appear insensitive either.

The last of your ideas seemed to be winning out. A tea party. You could make the little fancy sandwiches, a cake type of dessert, some fruit slices and some tea. The more the idea festered in your mind the more you liked it. You started typing out the grocery list, thought about what containers to get. Maybe this whole thing wouldn't be so bad.

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

You were in the kitchen prepping your basket. You had bought ribbon that matched your costumes colors, a few flowers to twist into the wicker, and of course, a thin blanket to spread on the ground. You pulled out the fruit from the fridge, pulling it all into the plastic strainer. You were about to turn the faucet on when the doorbell rang.

Setting the fruit to the side you head to open the door. There is Keigo. He's dressed semi casual, a dress jacket tucked under his arm. You study the outfit, trying to decipher if you like it or not.

"Am I just that good looking?"

He's trying to tease you.

"No, its just I dont think Ive ever seen you dressed so...normal? You’re always busy and working. Even if we do get to hang out off of work you always just got done with a shift, or need to work afterwards"

You invite him in with a wave of your hand. He's seen your place a couple of times and follows you to the kitchen. You expect him to explain himself, but he is he quiet as he watches you move about the room.

"So,'

You say trying to prompt him, but he only hums in response.

"No offense, but why are you here?"

That snaps him out of his daze. He puts his head in his palm, taking a seat at the counter.

"I thought you'd be nervous if you went into that thing alone, so I'm here, one might say I’m acting as emotional support, or perhaps being a good person"

That last bit was laced with sarcasm but the first half was very genuine. You try not to look at him, knowing if you do you'd give yourself away. Showing up unexpectedly, uncharastically acting sincere, his casual stance in your home, you were sure that your feelings for him were written all over your face with antics like that taking up your thoughts.

"Well you're right, I'm nervous, thanks for coming"

Neither of you say anything. It's not that the silence is heavy. But the longer it goes on the larger that suffocating fluttering of your nerves grows.

"What's on the menu today?"

Keigo asks, and it's as if he flipped some sort of switch. You explain your tea party theme. Show him the cute thermos cups you bought, the napkins with flower prints. As you talk about the basket whatever tension was boiling between you dissolves. You put on some music, showing him what you've been listening to lately.

He tells you some bizarre story about his neighbor. You tell him about the neighbors you had growing up. Then the conversation circles back to work, a boring press conference he had the week before. You agree saying you had been there on the sidelines. To which he pouts a bit, asking why you hadn't said hi to him. You explain you were busy to and then you see him sneaking a bit of the chopped up strawberries.

"Hey, stop that!"

You swat at his hand but he leans in towards you as he pops the strawberry in his mouth. You can only attempt to hide the blush on your cheeks with a scoff.

"This is very serious work of mine you are interfering with, do not eat the basket food"

"Why not?"

"Because the basket food is not for you, its for whoever buys it"

"Right, right, I thought you were just making this for fun sorry"

You can feel the smile in his voice as he says that.

Roughly thirty minutes passes. On the bottom of the basket you put the fruit, cheese and cracker platter. You carefully place the mini cheesecakes you made the night before into the basket. Next is the sandwiches, you made cucumber sandwiches and roast beef sandwiches. You even cut them up all tiny. Last was the tea. Keigo had to help you a tie the bown, instructing him to 'hold this' and 'pull here' with the ribbon. You were very satisfied with the end product.

"I did pretty good huh?"

"Better than I thought"

Keigo put his jacket on and picked up the basket.

"Here let's get going, I can fly us there in no time"

"Let me change first"

You bounded off to your bedroom. You had already cleaned up this morning before Keigo came. You had woken up a bit earlier than usual, you had that nervous excitement about the fundraiser. Your outfit had to at least match your hero costume, it was a requirement for the event. Plus you still wore some of the accessories from your costume. You adjusted your hair one more time and went back out.

Keigo was waiting by the door, upon seeing you his eyes started to take in your outfit. You could see him stitching together the image of you in his head to the one he was seeing.

"Am I just that good looking?"

You say, making sure your voice had an extra bite to it as you tossed his own words back at him.

"Okay I get what you were saying earlier"

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

When the two of you arrived you only had a few moments together. Keigo pointed to the table he would be at, and also reminded you of the other familiar faces that would be there.

It was a nice banquet hall. It was decorated with flower vines, white lattice and lights. There was a banner talking about the history of the event and the past charities they had donated to. It was a bit loud, the faint music and general buzz of chatter from guests. Keigo moved to say something in your ear when a staff member interrupted.

"You're here! Great! Please follow me to the backstage area,"

You waved goodbye to Keigo, grasping onto the basket handle tighter as you left the comfort of his presence. The staff member introduced herself hurriedly, she had a clipboard and a headset that she kept barking orders into. She led you to a room where eleven other heros were milling about.

When Yu saw you she threw her arms over your shoulders in embrace.

"I am so happy you're here oh my god, all these people are going to drive me insane"

She was wearing a purple dress and orange pumps, her mask and horns still on. She looked absolutely cute and you told her as such.

"I have to look good, I want to get the highest bid tonight"

"You of all people definitely can"

The two of you banter some more. She then sees your basket and admires it.

"Did you actually make yours?"

"Did you not?"

You let out a huff of laughter as she shows you how she repackaged some store bought goods.

"Like I'm gonna go through the effort of cooking a whole meal for someone I don't know"

"And what if another hero bids on the basket"

"Ugh that might actually be worse"

You share a laugh and then she glances around the room.

"You know I'm surprised Hawks isn't here, he usually does this event every year"

You feel your face tighten up in confusion. He had acted so nonchalant about it when you asked him.

"Really?"

"Yeah, Shinji is always invited and suggests Hawks to take his place instead. They try to get different hero's in every year and Shinji hasn't caved yet"

You would have asked her more but that same staff member came in announcing it was time to go on stage. She arranged everyone in a line. You were behind Yu but didn't know the hero behind yourself. You could feel the heat of the stage lights before you saw them. Brushing aside the heavy curtains and stepping foot on stage the applause of the crowd grew.

There were a lot more people than there were when you had arrived. Your eyes go straight to Keigo's table. He's already looking at you waving. You flash your fingers in his direction, hoping no one sees the subtle gesture.

There is a host from a daytime tv show, you spend the entire time of his introduction speech trying to remember what tv show he's from. You knew he was going to be hosting but you couldn't for the life of yourself remember a single role of his.

Then he was talking beside Mt.Lady, the spotlight on her. The few other contestants who were before being silently led off stage, taking their seats with whoever had won their baskets. He introduced Yu and the energy in the room amped up. You smiled seeing the eager men in the audience ready to pounce on their chance to snag a date with her.

The bid started at 500$ dollars and quickly went up. People were shouting out numbers, throwing up their bid paddles. The auctioneer's voice only added to the spirited atmosphere of the room. There was one loud shout from a girl in the audience.

"Fifteen thousand"

The air was tight as the auctioneer gave call for last chances. The smile you had grew larger at the sight of this young girl who had thrown the rhythm of all the men off. Yu had also got her wish of the highest bid of the day. The host thanked Yu, and then she was whisked away by a staff member.

You blinked as the lights moved from where Yu had been standing to you. The anxiety you had been feeling came in at full throttle and you could only awkwardly smile as the host introduced you by hero name. He rattled off all the food in your basket. As soon as he finished speaking there was the banging of a gavel, announcing that bidding was starting.

You sucked in a breathe through your teeth. The electric energy Yu had brought to the stage was gone. But that same breathe was pulled out of you in an instant.

"Twenty five thousand"

Keigo practically yelled. The entire room turned to him in shock. He had his eyes on the table next to the stage, where a group of staff were keeping track of the bidding. They were excited as the auctioneer began to give off his warnings. Not a single person moved to bid.

"And there you have it folks! That is the highest single bid we have ever received! How exciting!"

Your skin cools as the lights come off of you. The host already moving on. A staff member took you by the arm, your basket bouncing against your side as you made your way down the stairs. You could feel peoples eyes on you as you weaved your way through the maze of tables.

Kiego had an empty seat next to his, his jacket saving its spot. You place the basket on the table between you. You are unsure what to say to him. When you steal a glance of him from the corner of your eyes he has his arms crossed, his face turned away. You roll your lips together, trying to amp yourself up to at least thank him.

"Hey,"

He doesn't look at you still, but he faces forward now, not to the side. You know he's listening.

"Thanks"

Is all you can muster out. He breaks, when he looks at you there is a softness there that you haven't seen before. Stunned by him you try to get more words out but none come. He moves to the basket, pulling it close to him. His hand digging around. He pulls out a strawberry and chomps down on it happily.

"You can't tell me off for eating now, I won the bid, I get the food in the basket and the date with you"

"I don't know if a literal charity date counts"

He rolls his eyes at you.

"Hey, you did your civic duty of standing on stage lets go"

"Go? Aren't I supposed to network with other heroes and get a nice article written about me or something?”

"I mean you can do that or we can go. You packed a picnic and we're gonna eat it at some point, might as well be sooner than later”

You had the basket in your hands before he had the entire sentence out.

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A/N: This is another one that I didn't plan at all and kinda just vomited out. Requests and the such are still open. It feels like Friday today? Ate a lot of pasta, played a lot of animal crossing, now I’m going to get a lot of sleep. Also I am a member of the Rory Gilmore hate club. Requests are open!!!!!! Also I didn't edit this!!!!!

#hawks #hawks x reader #hawks fluff #bnha #keigo x reader #bnha x reader #Keigo takami x reader #gender neutral reader #bnha x gender neutral reader

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Song ~ Ass Back Home - Gym Class Heroes

Genre ~ SFW Fluff

Word Count ~ 1.8k

Posted ~ 11/08/20

Akaashi sighed as he once again read another article about Y/n L/n and Jason Derulo, or some other artist always presuming that they were together. He didn't want to be jealous, but he couldn't help it when he saw his girl with some other guys, wasn't that normal?

He knew it was going to be hard when he asked her to be his girlfriend. He knew she would be away often she would be travelling for tours and of course, meeting up with other artists to collaborate on songs, even though he knew that her new song would be a collaboration with Jason Derulo.

He trusted her, the same way that Bokuto would trust his sets back in high school, the way that Bokuto would always know that Akaashi would always get the ball to him to spike. He knew she would never cheat on him, that wasn't who she was. He knew by the excitement in her voice when he answered the phone, "Kei!" The excitable giggles paired with the massive happy grin he saw on video call on the rare occasions that she could. Usually, it was voice messages or texts with the time difference, but some times she would stay up late so they could video chat, he would let the small smile grace his features when she would rub her eyes cutely and yawn. The way he would tell her to go to bed cause she is tired and she would pout innocently saying that she wasn't worn out. She would ask about his day listening as she slowly doses off, he didn't take it as an insult he just knew she was exhausted. He would sit there smiling at her sleeping face, looking like an innocent child, where she still had her phone in a light grip facing her.

"Good night, my Juliette sleep well. I love you."

"I... l-love you too my Romeo" would often be mumbled back, in her half-dazed state. With Akaashi's love of literature, Y/n just slipped it out once called him her Romeo and ever since it stuck.

Running his finger around the rim of his glass he sighed, it had been a few days since he had heard from her, he knew she was busy he had seen on her Twitter and Instagram that they added more tour dates in America as they stadiums had sold out. It had been eight months since the pair were actually in person together.

"AKAASHI!" He flinched at Bokuto's sudden loudness as said boy appeared next to him. "Why so, mopey? Oh, you're missing Y/n aren't you!"

"Hey my Romeo, I'm sorry I haven't called or texted you in a while, the tour has gotten so hectic recently we are doing two shows a day, so most of my fans can come, and watch and my manager wants to add even more dates." He smiled, enjoying the sound of her voice even if it is over voicemail, and she sounded exhausted. He had woken up for work and seen that he had missed a call from her at three am. "I know you're going to ask when I am going to be home, but I don't know at the moment, but soon I hope I'm going to tell my manager that I need a break. I hope to be home for Christmas."

Rolling his eyes, he shrugged and gave a slight nod to Bokuto's question.

Bokuto suddenly felt terrible for Akaashi. He didn't know how he felt. He didn't have a love like Akaashi. His passion is for Volleyball is his true love right now. He remembered the day he introduced Akaashi and Y/n. She was at an after-party of a game that the Black Jackals won and Bokuto dragged Akaashi along. It was like the couple connected instantly and they soon got together. Bokuto would often turn up at Akaashi's find them sprawled out on the sofa, Y/n with her head in his lap, his fingers running through he hair as he read a book to her. Bokuto had gotten many pictures of them like this. He loved how relaxed Akaashi was around her, a way he hadn't seen with anyone else.

He knew that she was going to say that.

"Anyway I miss you my Romeo, I cannot wait to be home and in your arms again. I want to be in our little bubble of love and cuddles, of you reading to me while you play with my hair. I want to be in the studio with you listening to me sing my new songs and telling me which words would work better with the lyrics I have written." He laughed he did often sit in the studio with her after he finishes work, reading over her new lyrics and crossing out the odd word and putting one that worked better with the theme of the song. He loved watching her pick at the strings of her acoustic guitar playing a few cords and seeing if they worked when she ran her fingers over the keys of the piano. He loved that she could play different instruments.

"I love you so much, Romeo. I hope you sleep well. See you as soon as I can. Bye-bye, my sweet Romeo."

About three weeks later he was sat at his desk eating his lunch, watch the recent interview Y/n had with OK! Magazine.

'So Y/n, when the tour is over what is the first thing you're going to do?' Chloe, the interviewer, asked

'I think it will be sleep we've had some busy months recently, most days doing two shows to it is hard work.' He laughed along with his beloved.

'We've been keeping up to date on your social media, who is this Romeo you keep mentioning, we often see and I quote, I miss you my sweet Romeo, or I love you, Romeo.' He would always reply, but his account was private so no one unless they followed him and accepted it.

'My Romeo is waiting for me at home; I promised him I wouldn't mention him until he is ready for the spotlight as he isn't an actor or musician. But he is my Romeo, and I am very excited to get home and be with him again.' He was so glad that she didn't spill the beans about their relationship. He already had enough of the spotlight with being friends with most of the Black Jackals team, he already has his pictures in magazines when the team goes out, and he gets dragged along with Kuroo by Bukoto and Hinata.

'Can you tell us one thing about him?' Chloe pushed for more details about him. He loved how Y/n's nose would scrunch up, and her left eyebrow would shoot up as he tapped her chin in thought.

'He was a volleyball setter in high school.' She smiled. Akaashi smirked at the fact she gave, there were many setters across the world, and narrowing down to him would be hard. 'And he is my bookworm,'

'A setter and bookworm, those don't often go together!' Chloe laughed, with Y/n soon joining her.

'I know, and I have Shoyo Hinata and Kotaro Bokuto. But honestly, if it wasn't for him I'm sure some of my songs wouldn't make sense, a lot of my lyrics in my book have his scribbles in changing the odd word here and there, I would often wake up finding him hovering over my lyrics book a mug of coffee in hand proofreading them for me.'

He couldn't help the chuckle that slipped past his lips at the dig at Bokuto and Hinata's dislike for books.

'He sound's like a gem! But back to the fact you've met the Black Jackals numbers twenty-one and thirteen. What are they like?"

"I've met them all I know all the Black Jackals, all their school friends too, I met them all after a match against the Cheehle Ekaterinburg, an old friend Morisuke Yaku I knew from my middle school days invited me along, and that was where I met them. Those two boys even though they were bouncing around the court like anything they still had so much energy, I was shocked that anyone could keep up with them, it was like they were children who had just walked out of an all you can eat sweetshop.'

This caused Chloe to giggle. He liked the way Y/n slyly slipped in how they met.

'this Romeo of yours you didn't happen to meet him through your old middle school friend, did you? At this party' Akaashi's eyes widen as the interviewer hit the nail on the head, he was impressed at how Y/n kept her facial expression in check, just the usual smile she used for interviews,

Saturday 5th of December 2015 was the day that Y/n finally returned home. She didn't tell Akaashi she was on her, she knew from Bokuto that they would be at his favourite restaurant that serves his favourite food, Nanohana no Karashiae, in a private room at the back. She drove her car into the car park of the restaurant, taking a deep breath she pulled on her cap and her dark sunglasses as she got out and walked into the restaurant, telling the waiter that she was here for the Bokuto party he nodded and showed her to the door.

'Ah, well it was through mutual friends that we met.' He loved how she deflected the question, not letting them on that it was at the party they met.

He leaned his phone against the pen pot on his desk, leaving the video to play, while he got on with his work, the questions had now turned to make-up and what shampoo she was using.

"Thanks, I'll be fine from here." She knew from the photo that Bokuto had put up on Twitter that Akaashi had his back to the door, purposely done for this exact reason. Pulling off the hat and glasses, she quietly opened the door slipping in and once again quietly shutting it. The room slowly went quiet as eyes suddenly locked on to her figure. Akaashi frowned at his friends, why did everyone stop talking all of a sudden and why Bokuto and Kuroo had whipped out their phones, pointing it at him, till he started to follow their line of sight.

"Happy birthday Romeo." She giggled as he slowly placed her back on the floor, their foreheads resting against one another.

"I'm home, my Romeo." His eyes instantly locked with hers the second he heard her voice, as the smiles so wide crossed their faces as he flew out of his seat wrapping her up in his arms, tightly as if he loosen his grip she would disappear again, he spun her around. He was ecstatic she was home.

Nine months, eleven days, sixteen hours and thirty-eight minutes since the last time he held her in his arms. Since he lasted kissed her. Since he last looked into her beautiful deep e/c eyes.

"You are the best birthday present I could ever ask for." He said as he entwined his fingers into her hair, pulling her into a deep kiss that was long overdue.

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