WAKING UP TO THEIR EMBRACE !

they get super flustered when you tuck their hair behind their ear. they stutter over their words and their face flushes a pretty red. it’s the cutest thing in the world, you do it randomly to catch them off guard.

kageyama, atsumu, hinata (both!!), oikawa, yamaguchi, sakusa, tsukishima, goshiki, tendou, koganegawa (he’s the cutest TT), kyotani, & yaku

same thing but instead they do it to you. they do it when you’re super focused on something or when you’re talking passionately about something. they don’t do it to get you flustered or anything (well maybe a little bit), they just really love to admire you.

akaashi, iwaizumi, kenma, kuroo (def both), bokuto, matsukawa, makki, ushijima, osamu, suna, aran, semi (maybe both??), & komori

note: ik some ppl’s hair might not be long enough to tuck but i just love the gesture itself SM !!

when mbti compatibility works in my favor, it’s valid. if it doesn’t work in my favor, it means nothing to me and all mbti stuff is fake.

Hurt Heart

wriothesley x reader

notes: hello. long time no see, huh... welp i’m not dead and i will keep posting fics here bc i am very bored.

i will post fics about wriothesley and ratio as well, not only neuvillette and zhongli, so... be happy.

enjoy!!

context: you’re mad at your boyfriend, wriothesley, because he always comes home hurt.

content: pet names like baby and bunny; slight hurt but with comfort; wounds, bruises and light injuries like that, also mentions blood; kisses kisses; wriothesley is just a silly boy, please take care of him.

“ouch!” the man flinched at the exact moment your hand was touching his cheek with a piece of cotton, while he leaned his back on the bathroom sink. “ah, careful there.” he said in a playful tone but you didn’t find yourself laughing.

his face was filled with bruises and he had a small cut on his lips. his nose was bleeding before you cleaned it and he had a dark-toned bruise on his left eye.

“come on, are you mad at me?” he smiled but when he saw your stern look, he sighed, reaching his hand to touch your cheek. “i already told you i’m sorry.”

you completely ignored him, slapping his hand away. you resumed putting the medicine on his bruises with the help of the cotton. suddenly, he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from your actions.

“y/n, stop ignoring me.” his voice sounded harsh and pleading at the same time. his eyes stared right into your soul. you scoffed and rolled your eyes, a frown forming on your face.

“are you serious? you don’t want me to be mad at you? even after you come home like... this?” you pulled your wrist back. “you must be joking with me.”

you put the cotton aside, ignoring his surprised look. you turn away, ready to leave the bathroom, but he stops you by grabbing your arm. his grip is strong, but not enough to hurt you.

“let me go.” you said, trying your best to speak in a firm voice. your eyes looking seriously at him.

“no.” it was what he said, speaking in a lower tone than usual.

“wriothesley, let me go.” you tried to pull your arm to yourself, but he pulled you closer to him, locking you in his strong embrace.

as much as you squirmed in his arms, trying your best to free yourself from his grip, he would just squeeze you even tighter.

“wriothesley!” your voice sounded muffled since your face was buried in his chest. you tried to punch his arms but of course, he was much stronger than you, so it felt like a kitten’s punch.

“don’t be mad at me.” he whispered in your ears. his voice was low, since his head rested on your shoulder, making your legs weaker and weaker, but you didn’t want to give in to him so easily.

“i’m mad because i’m worried!” you tried to say but your voice got stuck in your throat when he squeezed you tighter, you just let out an annoyed grunt.

“you don’t need to be worried. i’m fine.” he said, still close to your ears. his hair brushing on your cheek.

“how can you say that? you’re hurt..” your voice got low and broke when tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.

wriothesley noticed almost immediately, pulling away from you just enough to look at your face. you looked away while tears rolled down your cheeks and you sniffed like a child.

“baby, don’t cry.” his hands quickly reached to your cheeks, wiping away your tears. his brows frowned in concern.

“why do you insist in hurt yourself like this? ... why do you keep fighting and getting hurt?” you choked on your own words, trying your best to speak properly. you felt when wriothesley left quick and soft kisses on your cheeks, trying desperately to soothe you down.

“i’m sorry, my baby.” he mumbled, still leaving kisses on your cheeks and nose. “please, forgive me. don’t cry.”

“promise me you won’t hurt yourself again.” you grabbed onto his shirt, looking at him with pleading eyes. “please...”

he felt his heart sinking into his chest. he hated to see you cry. he always thought that he needed to protect you, so seeing you cry right in front of him made him even more upset. his hands rested on your cheeks while his eyes stared sadly into yours.

“you know i can’t .” his hand reached to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him, burying you against his chest. “i can’t stop it, it’s part of my job.”

“then get another job!” you said, grabbing his shirt firmly and hugging him tighter. “do something else...”

“you know it’s not easy, bunny.” he chuckled nervously, caressing your scalp, trying to calm you down. “ i can’t just leave.”

you kept sobbing against his shirt while he patiently caressed your hair. after a long time, you sniff and breathe in. you keep sobbing very lowly, your body slightly trembling under his gentle touch.

“are you feeling better now?” he asks, his voice sounds soothing to your ears and you nod slowly, without raising your eyes at him.

he gently reaches his thumb to your chin, raising your face so that you can look at his eyes. he looks a bit pathetic with his bruises and his lip cut, but to you, he looks majestic.

he doesn’t say anything, he just leans closer to you, placing his lips on yours. his gesture was so gentle that it seemed like you would break if he moved too fast.

you closed your eyes, feeling how his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his while the other hand rested on your waist.

you could feel a slight metallic taste of blood, coming out from the small cut on his lips, but you didn’t mind.

his hand squeezed your waist softly and gently, sliding under your shirt to caress your skin with his thumb. you let out a sigh between the kiss, showing him how much you liked this gesture.

he pulled away, just a few millimeters away from your face. you let out a whimper when he did, immediately feeling the absence of his touch.

“easy there. my bunny still needs to breathe, right?” he chuckled. his voice was like honey to your ears and it made your heart skip a beat. you realized that your breath was getting heavy.

you leaned into him, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating like a melody.

“take care of yourself.” you said, a pouty tone in your voice. “if you keep hurting yourself you will get ugly. i don’t want an ugly boyfriend.” you said, a small smile perking up on your lips. of course you didn’t think that he could get ugly someday.

he laughed. a warm laughter that made your stomach fill up with butterflies.

“oh, don’t worry that’s impossible.” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“i know.” you said in a whisper.

©ZHONYUA, 2024. Do not copy, translate, and repost without my permission.

6:32am ☆ miya atsumu

tags: fem! reader, pet names (princess, girlfriend, girl)

you've never been provoked to hit your boyfriend, but with atsumu dragging you out of bed too early, only to prop you up onto the bathroom counter so you can watch him get ready, this might be a first for you. "tsumu, i wanna go to bed." you repulsively dragged out. your darkened eye bags were evidence of how tired you truly were but atsumu didn't seem to care. and he only hummed at your current drowsy state.

"and i want bonding time with my girlfriend, is that a problem?" you had to scoff at his deceiving explanation. he, who begged to the point where he might've even gotten on his knees for you to spend the night. you would've cooed at him if that was the real reason he woke you up, anytime spent with him is amazing. however, you've spent the last two days under his roof, in his house eating, drinking, napping, cooking, chilling, and sleeping together. not one moment was spent without atsumu so you knew this was not solely him wanting to be with you. but rather him wanting you to watch him get ready. to see how perfect and attractive your boyfriend truly was at any point of the day.

you rolled your eyes and groaned at the half naked man in front of you. with his gray worn out sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips while a towel draped over his shoulder, atsumu threw you a quick smirk before turning away. you really hated to admit it, you'd rather go on his 5am jog than admit it to his face that he was actually really attractive right now. with his stupid messy damp blonde hair and his stupid pretty brown eyes that lit up everytime he looked at you, and his stupid stupid stupid attractive voice that sounded like heavens gold in the morning. you hated how even after turning away from you, his bare back was stupidly pretty, his muscles that flexed ever so slightly with how he walks and the way his hands flowed loosely along side his hips. "ya comin' or not?" he asked, stopping to lean against the door frame. "yeah, whatever." you rolled your eyes, annoyed at his jaw dropping sight but you can't complain. "i know im pretty but pick yer jaw off the floor." atsumu quickly snickered before running away. his slightly damp body hitting the bed in laughter. shortly after, you landed on top of him, hands tickling his sides, before stopping to place a kiss to his soft lips.

"you're lucky i love you." you huffed before connecting with atsumu's lips again. there's a distinct taste of his toothpaste on your lips but you didn't mind, not when his hands held you tight in his arms while your lips slowly danced together. his blonde hair was still messy, his face was soft from his nicely put together skincare, the unwelcomed sunlight grazing his skin, making him glow even more, and his still not yet fully clothed body though he needs to leave in five minutes, but even despite his current state, he truly was the prettiest at this moment. atsumu is pretty. prettier than all flowers that bloom in the spring, his eyes shining more than the sun when he looks at you, but what you think is the prettiest of them all, is his charming smile. the lazy smile that sits on atsumu's face after you pull away from his lips. "and i love you too, my pretty girl."

but most importantly, atsumu thinks if there's one person who's prettier than him, is you.

miya osamu ⇄ fieriness.

synopsis : rich bf!osamu that understands your situations, creating an emotional bond because that is what you always do and one of them is finding out what you are feeling.

tags / warnings : gender–neutral!reader, fluff, a bit of a jealous reader, just literally full of emotional developments with each other.

author’s notes : miya osamu’s love language is all of them, no one can tell me otherwise (there is no favoritism here /s)

osamu always reminds himself to check up on you when he gets home from work or when he is accomplished working at his shop when the day ends whenever you assist him at the store.

it’s not that you are emotionally available, you can’t just identify what you are feeling and are sometimes overwhelmed on any occasion when something happens.

when the two of you got together, he seems the one who doesn’t show emotions but— you thought very wrong, it was the way around. well, you can feel and show emotions but you just cannot comprehend them and osamu, the service dom that he is, helped you at his inordinately best.

it was his goal, to heal your inner child as he knew that you’ve been overlooked as a child, he wants to help you to be whole, with him until you two got married in the future.

it was just another at the shop, it was packed with people until closing time but you couldn’t help but notice— this is not the first time and would be the last time that some customers started to be touchy with him and then attempted to flirt with him that just makes your blood boil and stomach churn.

osamu notices it, without a doubt— like the usual observant man that he is. he know’s what’s up, from your silent treatment to short replies to your conversation, it was obvious just from your body language.

just after the closing, he called you to his office where he was arranging his papers which you obliged to sit down. he looked at you with a softened gaze every time he was questioning how you were feeling.

“baby, what are you feeling?” he started, he sat in front of you, holding your hand softly as you sighed, shrugging your shoulders whilst pouting at him.

“i don’t know, ‘samu. i’m having mixed feelings but i know that i’m jealous...” you whispered the latter and of course, he was right.

“i know baby, saw it earlier, you can‘t hide that from me.” he chuckled, kissing your forehead as he caressed your cheeks tenderly.

“am i too obvious?” you asked, your eyes already weary from helping him around as he hummed, nodding.

“you know that i won’t replace you, ever. there would be no next girlfriend of mine.” you pouted, a little bit convinced by his words.

truth to be told, osamu truly believes that you are his soulmate, the one who will grow old with him, spoil you to death and be together in the afterlife, he was down bad for you the first time he was interested in you.

“don’t look at me like that, baby. you already know how much love i’ve given you ever since, right? it won’t change— ever.”

your brightening eyes and lashes fluttered at desperation from his voice to affirm you as if it is a medicine that is healing your heart purely from everything. he looked at you adoringly as if you were his most precious gem— capturing it with his whole heart. no matter what you say or look, the love in his eyes won’t go away, you will always look beautiful to him.

sad to say, he was wrapped around your finger— so tight that he refused to let go.

he is not that great with words as he believed that they should be shown with actions, not just with words and he did not miss anything when it comes to that.

“i’m sorry if you felt that way, i also hate it when they disrespect our boundaries, i’ll stop them and let them know they’re disdaining our relationship, i hate it.” he sighed, shaking his head to avoid the negative aura around you two.

“it’s not your fault, it’s okay, you don’t have to say or do anything, it’s that customer’s fault” you replied, holding his hand as he indulged it, feeling your hands once him.

“we cannot control the people and things around us, ‘samu, it’s okay.” you gave him a tired sweet smile his heart just beating with glee.

“‘kay baby, let’s go home then?” without any words, he carried you out of nowhere, making you squeal from the sudden action as you just wrapped your arms around his neck to support yourself along with him carrying you bridal style.

he placed you down on the passenger seat of his car gently, setting the seat belt to keep you safe as he quickly talked to his staff about fixing everything from the kitchen.

“do you want anything?” he asked and started driving home to your shared penthouse.

you just shook your head, nearly dozing off with the neck pillow he had given you before he drove on the way home.

“want to sleep and cuddle,” you mumbled which he quickly gave attention to that just made him grin at you.

“okay, we’ll cuddle soon, just sleep there until we arrived.” he was supposed to ask what you wanted— food or things at the moment like your routines when you helped him at his shop, just like a little reward but you are sleepy so he won’t both anymore more to complete your sleep.

and he did what he told you, you both cuddled until the morning just like you wanted. that is just one way to fill your heart with happiness and miya osamu is always there to help you in his way, until the end of the day. every time he does that, your body and heart set out on fire from his love that keeps you warm all the time.

did i also mention that every now and then that a customer would hit him up or flirt with him would just receive a cold stare and announce that he has a significant other? no? now you know.

The arnis stick I never got to use is sobbing-

Sticc ✨

If you’re wondering what those sticks are - they’re basically used in our Filipino martial art called Arnis!

I’ve been binge watching the 80s karate kid movies…

another one (｡•́︿•̀｡)

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also sorry for the brief descriptions lol, the links will have much better ones

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Ushijima x reader, establish relationship, this was so fun too read, ushijima is so, so, perfect, i’m a ushijima simp you should know this by now, go read it :D completed

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Soul Searching

Multiple Characters x reader, magical au, literally any haikyuu character you can think of x reader, very very interesting concept, i rlly want an update because its sooo good, i love the idea of it too it’s so unique pls give it a read, ongoing

Fake Girlfriend

Time Skip Kenma x reader, fake dating trope, woooo this ones so good ohmygod, the tension kenma and y/n have is just- ongoing

Underground Fight Club

Iwaizumi x reader, fighter (boxer) au, best iwaizumi fic i’ve every read, i’m not joking when i say that, you can also read it on here because i think the author has tumblr but i personally prefer to read fics on ao3 but that’s just me, completed

The Wolf and the Lamb

Kageyama x reader, royal au, enemies to lovers (from what i can remember), when i tell you i fell head over heels in love with this fanfic only to realize it stopped updating in 2017, TRUST ME ITS SO GOOD, i know that’s a major red flag and you will be so pissed off if you read it and get hooked but it’s worth it, ongoing (sadly)

Moonshine and Whiskey

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Sweet Like Chocolate

Tendou x reader, neighbors to lovers (kinda?), tendou is so underrated in fanfiction, and what I mean by that is its so hard to find a nice long tendou fanfic where he isn’t yandere, this was the complete opposite of that (thank god i dislike yandere a LOT) and it met all my expectations for a fanfic, completed

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Squarey boy 💙💙💙

hii!! i love your writings! you’re basically my fav haikyuu writer🤗anywaysssss can i request a scenario where akaashi has a crush on his girl classmate, she’s oblivious but everyone knows because of how gentleman he is acting towards her compare to others thank you in advance!(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) stay safe and keep up the good work!╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

You, My Oblivious Dunce (Akaashi Keiji x Reader)

Yesss my first Akaashi scenario!!! I’m back everyone!!

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“Oi. Wake up.” 

You jolt in your seat at the feeling of someone’s fingers tapping on your exposed skin on your neck, raising your head from your slightly sleepy stupor to make dazed eye contact with the boy next to you. 

“Akaashi, can you ever just cover for me? Please?” 

“And who’s the one who doesn’t get enough sleep at night?” Akaashi hums back in response, resting his defined chin in one palm as he scrawled at his paper. You pout in response, huffing slightly before flinching at the sudden squealing that came with the ringing bell, signaling class had come to an end. 

Oh God. Again?

You blink as you almost fall out of your seat, some of the girls clamoring into the room almost on top of one another to talk to the pretty setter. Quirking an eyebrow at the death glares some of them sent you, you ignore the every day commotion before shuffling in your bag for your lunch. 

“A-Akaashi-senpai, will you join me for lunch?” 

“I made this for you!” 

“P-please accept what I baked! I spent all night baking it!” 

You miss the glance the pretty boy had sent you as you lift yourself out of your seat, ready to meet some of your own friends for lunch as you head towards the door, excited to eat. Akaashi’s eyes scan the selection of sweets before choosing one carefully, nodding his head in thanks as the girls surrounding his seat swoon at his stoic nature. 

The class watches Akaashi manuever his way through the herd politely yet somewhat forcibly as his usual moderate walking pace seemed to pick up before you could exit the door. Akaashi catches your bag strap, causing you to pause in confusion as he shoulders it, tapping the tin of sweets on your head. 

“You like this kind, right?” 

“Uh...I’m not sure you’re supposed to regift-” You start, blanching at the angry herd of female underclassmen before Akaashi shrugs, holding the door open for you as you step through it, the class all collectively sighing as Bokuto’s hearty laugh rings through the room. 

“Will she ever get it?” 

“I say give it about three months.” 

“No way! Akaashi-senpai would never-!” 

“Uh, can you like, leave our classroom?” 

It had started off as a shock at first. Akaashi Keiji was a guy who kept to himself, not feeding into the attention he earned from his rep as the talented setter who was known to be Bokuto’s right hand, the best friend of the star ace. He hadn’t really pushed it away either, and didn’t show any interest towards anybody- 

until he noticed that your features were really really pretty in the sun from your spot in the window seat beside him. And that your laugh wasn’t forced or obnoxious like the girls who threw themselves at him. Your cool nature was so relaxed, and you didn’t treat him any differently than any other friend-

before he knew it, Akaashi Keiji had developed a crush on the girl who couldn’t see the softness in his irises when she entered the room. 

“Akaashi, I can’t have these! They were made for you!” You protest, unwrapping your bento as Akaashi attempts to hand you the tin for the third time. Your lunch plans with friends fell short when Akaashi led you (and your bag) to a spot on the school fountain, giving your class full view to watch the two of you from the window as if it were some kind of reality TV show. 

“Well, they’re mine. I can do what I want with them.” Akaashi’s answer was short as you scoff, his eyes falling on the half-bitten rolled omelette on the end of your chopsticks. “That looks good.” 

“You want one?” You offer, moving to grab a new one before Akaashi leans forward, his mouth capturing the one you had just bitten into, face inches away from yours as you blink. 

Blue-green eyes are calculative as he takes in your body language. 

“She has to understand after that!” 

“That was so smooth, Akaashi you little hoe-” 

“ShHH I wanna see how she responds!” 

Unfortunately, you carried on as if nothing happened, flicking Akaashi’s temple with an eye roll. 

“You tainted my chopsticks!” 

Cue the class’s collected groan, Bokuto laughing so loud he had to hold his stomach as a look of annoyance passes over Akaashi’s face momentarily, settling back to his stoic nature as his eyes flicker up to the window. He had noticed the nosy classmates, causing the class to scatter away from the window, some tripping over one another in the process. 

“I’m kidding. I don’t really care.” You laugh at Akaashi’s serious face, nudging him in the shoulder as you pick up some more food into your mouth. “You still wanna bite?...Akaashi?” 

The setter had looked off to the side, cheeks tinged with an annoying heat as he wills it to go away, suddenly thankful he noticed the class when he did. 

You had just indirectly kissed him, and hadn’t even batted an eyelash. 

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“Whaaa?! Is this a love letter, Y/N?!” Bokuto snatched the paper from your desk as you lurch forward without missing a beat, snatching it back. 

Akaashi’s pen stops mid-sentence. 

“None of your business, Hoe-kuto.” You snip, causing the owl-haired boy to laugh as you roll your eyes, continuing to write as Bokuto casts a smug glance towards his best friend. 

Akaashi’s eyes narrow ever so slightly. Don’t. 

“Do you have someone you like, Y/N-chan?”

Akaashi lifts his head, pen dropping on the desk as he reaches into his bag, cheeks tinged with annoyance brimming blue irises as you stutter out an answer. 

“W-what-who just-nobody just asks-” 

Music filled your ears as you lift a hand up to the pair of headphones resting on your head, Akaashi looking away when you snap your head towards him in confusion. 

“Listen to this song. I’ve been meaning to show you it.” 

You nod, eyebrow quirked as you go back to writing, missing the glare the setter sent towards the ace as Bokuto simply shrugged, eyes knowingly smug as Akaashi groaned into his palm. 

Why couldn’t everyone just let him be? Can’t he just be quietly in love with you?

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“Are you ready to go home?” 

“Uh, no need to walk me today, Keiji.” You reply distractedly, shuffling in your bag before emerging with a folded piece of paper, a tick forming in the messy haired boy’s jaw at the sight. “I have something I need to do-” 

“I’ll wait for you. Give me your bag.” 

“I said it was-!” 

Akaashi rolls his eyes at the silence that filled the room purposefully, taking your bag with him out of the room in stride as he pauses at the corner of the hall, glancing back to see your figure walking quickly down the hall, purpose in your steps. 

Do you have someone you like, Y/N-chan? 

Literally fuck Bokuto for getting into his head. 

Are you writing a love letter? 

Before Akaashi knew it, his feet were following yours, hand clasped so tightly around the strap his knuckles were turning white. 

What would he do?

His pace quickened.

What would he do if he was too late?

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“Oh! You made it!” Your sweet voice filled Akaashi’s ears as you walk further out onto the rooftop.

Akaashi pauses, feeling like an absolute stalker as he leans his back against the entryway to the roof, wondering if he was going too far. So what if you didn’t like him? Who cared if you were about to confess your love for someone else? 

The male voice that responded to you caused a pain to erupt through Akaashi’s chest. 

“Thanks for coming.” 

“It was no big deal, I’ve been working on it for awhile.”

He does. He cares if you have feelings for someone else. 

Before Akaashi could make the mistake of revealing that he had followed you, the next sentence makes the pressure lighten off his chest completely. 

“Here’s the English notes I made! These tips made me pass last year’s exams for sure, and well, I’m kind of an idiot, but so are you.” 

“Wah! You’re the best Y/N-senpai!” 

Akaashi’s back slides down against the floor until he’s sitting, a humorless chuckle slipping his lips as his heart beat begins to regulate again. 

Just what was he doing?

He ignores the underclasman who casted him a weird glance as he left the rooftop, making a decision as he listened for your familiar footsteps. 

Fuck quietly being in love with you. 

“Keiji?”

No response. The boy’s long legs were bent in his position against the wall, forehead resting on clasped fingers as you poke him, as if you were waking a sleeping bear. 

“This is a really weird place to nap, you didn’t have to wait-” 

“You’re right.” 

A startled gasp slips your lips as Akaashi’s strong grip pulls you down so you’re sitting between his bent legs, his arms crossing over your torso as he pulls you tightly into his chest. You freeze, soaking in just what was happening as Akaashi buries his face into your neck, feeling his heartbeat pound against your back. 

“I don’t want to wait anymore.” 

“W-what? I said-” 

“I love you, Y/N.” 

The silence that filled the air was painful as Akaashi’s only comfort was holding you tighter, thoughts spinning in your head as you force your lips to move.

“You do?” 

Your voice was quiet, uneasy, and soft. So unlike your usual voice all Akaashi could do was nod into your neck, feeling your tense body relax ever so slightly as your fingers dance across his tightened grip.

“Then...um...why don’t we...uh-” 

Akaashi cuts you off as a surge of confidence washes over him at the feeling of the heat that rushed to your neck, tilting your chin up from his position behind you to kiss you deeply, almost as if he was feeding a hunger that had built up inside him after so long. You responded shyly, feeling heat rush to your cheeks as Akaashi’s hand rests gently on your cheek, deepening the kiss before pulling back with uneven breaths. 

“Date?” He offered, breathless as your eyes find everywhere to look besides his blue-green orbs. Your shy nod had Akaashi holding himself back from kissing you again, not wanting to overwhelm you as he smiles into your neck, comfortable with holding you close. 

“Keiji?” 

“Hm?” 

“Is...is this why our class stares at us when we’re together?”

“You’re oblivious. It’s your fault.” 

“Hey-!” Your normal self returns only to be shut down again by Akaashi stealing another kiss, much lighter this time as you’re only able to let out a small squeak in response as you clasp at the setter’s hands. 

“That’s for making me wait so long.” 

Another one stolen. 

“This is for being dense.” 

And another. 

“And this-” 

Akaahi freezes when you lean up to cut him off mid-sentence, shyly pecking his lips as his widened blue eyes look down at you. 

“-is for not confessing to me sooner.” You mumble, causing Akaashi to roll his eyes as he snaps out of his faze with a smile ghosting his lips. 

“Then, my apologies...” He flicks your temple. “Dunce.” 

“How does one go from kissing me to bullying me?” 

“Oh? Then do you want me to kiss-” 

“Nope. Bully me. I’ll report you to the school so you won’t be able to kiss me or bully me.” 

“Mhm. Do that.” Akaashi replies evenly, thinking your flushed nature was cute as he hugs you gently, contrasting greatly with his starved actions before. 

“Either way you’re mine, dunce.” 

“How about you be mine?” You retort.

“Nope. I’m the one who’s been waiting.” Akaashi tilts your jaw up gently, nose brushing yours as you attempt to shy away again. His fingers hold you in place as his lips move against yours as he speaks, not pressing them together. 

“You, my oblivious dunce, are mine. I love you.” And for the countless time, Akaashi kissed you next to the stairwell that led to the roof, both chests brimmed with the unknown feeling of the warmth in their beings. 

Although completely unexpected, Akaashi Keiji, the guy who kept to himself, had suddenly allowed something within him to be stolen by the likes of you, the girl who had the sun in her hair and the bubbliness in her laugh. 

But did he regret what was stolen?

“I’m not saying it back.” 

“Acting defiant, are we?” 

“Kissing me won’t do anything!” 

“We’ll see about that.”

No. Not one bit.

taking a hit for diluc | 5k words

warnings: fem!reader, hurt/comfort, unestablished relationship, reader gets hurt obvi, blood mention, spoilers for dilucs back story, love confession, uh i dont think anythink else but please let me know if i missed anything!

amazing wonderful inspired art by bobaboob<3

it was by chance, and a bit of yearning that he so easily crumbled to, that diluc had joined you on your commissions today and the deeper you made it into this eerie domain full of lurking monsters and cobwebs, he’s thankful he had listened to the heart within his chest that longed to see you after many busy days at the winery and his gut feeling that it had to be today of all days. 

he trusted your strength, knew you were capable but there was something about this place that had all of his senses on high alert and the vision hanging from his belt glowing bright red in waiting anticipation. but he kept close to you, never letting you farther than arm's reach and too distracted by his need to protect you, he hadn’t noticed the way the proximity affected you. 

this close, the familiar scent of him wrapped around you and made your entire body burst with heat. when you look up at him, seeing the sharpness of his ruby eyes, his brows set in stern seriousness and his bright mane of hair spilling over his back, butterflies in your chest beat against your rib cage and you feel yourself falling for him even more. 

sensing your eyes on him, with a blink of thick lashes, he looks down at you and heat instantly rushes to your face at the fond look he gives you; so incredibly soft compared to the ever stoic master diluc most saw. you both break the brief eye contact, full of palpable silence, at the same time. the red leather of dilucs gloves flash in your side view, further covering his face with a quiet clear of his throat and the stiffening of his body still so close to yours. 

“keep your guard up,” he reminds you, direct as he usually was but there’s no harshness in his tone. “and stay close to me.”

without looking back at him, you do. shifting an inch or two closer in steps, enough so that his hand that had been stretched close to you for a while now was now hovering over your lower back, the tips of his fingers grazing your skin ever so slightly in his long strides. it made your heart beat wildly, the significance of his touch never ceased to help that at all. 

you know he didn’t willingly touch many, if anyone at all, and you knew he certainly didn’t need to be this close to you now. the space of the gray and cold domain around you was large, almost scarily so, with pitch black corners not revealing any end to the room, the floor disappearing into the dark depths. the stairs that you approached were easily wide enough to fit more than five people, the descent downward flickering with pale light, but here he was, so close he could easily pull you into him if he wanted. and he had been nearly this close since meeting you at the adventurers guild kiosk this morning.

not that you were complaining. never when it came to diluc. it wasn’t all that unusual for him to be like this with you either. your touch and proximity had never seemed to bother him but you had always moved at his pace even if at times, much like this one, you wished to reach up and touch his porcelain skin. let your fingers get lost in his crimson locks or caress the curve of his jaw, the delicateness of his pink lips, maybe even ki-

suddenly, without warning, your distracted thoughts are cut off and all you can do while you try to figure out what’s happening is to reach for the strong arms extended out to you. your heart felt like it stopped completely, your breath caught in your throat. dilucs worried yell of your name echoes in your ears, like you had never heard him say before, and as with him now above you rather next to you, you realize you’re falling. no longer on solid ground, the stairs that once held you had crumbled under your feet as if they were made of sand. 

you hadn’t heeded his full reminder to keep your guard up, still so very distracted by his handsomeness and your long held off affections, that you hadn’t noticed the weakness of the stone until you were already falling with them, the distance of your descent unknown to you. diluc had tried to catch you and pull you up but when he could not, though he still ensured he got ahold of you in some way, he didn’t hesitate to jump in and fall with you.

with more force than he would have normally used with you he grabs ahold of your upper arm, ensuring there was no way you’d slip from his grasp, and with his strength pulls you against his chest. your vision is taken over by the gold stitching of his black coat and the contrasting white vest that he presses you against as you fall through the air. your hands hold onto him tightly while one of his wraps around your head and the other keeps you firm against his body.

your world is turned upside down when mid air diluc turns so it was him who took the brunt of the fall, and your entire weight on top of him, as you crashed onto the ground. he let out a choked down grunt upon meeting the hard stone after falling for what felt like quick and yet somehow slow seconds. 

you wished that had been the end of it, that you could have gotten up and checked on him and made your way out of this place, not making the same mistake you had of letting your feelings get the better of you and draw your attention from your surroundings. not if it would mean diluc getting hurt. but even with the impact of both of you crashing into the ground you continued to tumble down, steep and thin steps carrying you deeper and deeper into the unknown.

dilucs arm around your head is strong but not crushing as he tucks you into his chest more, his broad shoulders and flexed arms encasing you against him as best he could while he tries to slow your bumpy descent. even with his heavy scent enveloping you, the damp and mildewy air felt suffocating, sickening. you hardly feel much of the stairs aside from the non-stop jostling of your body and legs and the spinning of the world but your own discomfort was the last thing on your mind right now.

it's a few more painfully long moments before you hit a platform and are stopped from moving any farther in the middle of it. the arms around you are hesitant to remove themselves and for a moment, they don’t. dilucs chest under your head rises with deep breaths, his heart pounding in your ears and in the quiet where only your breaths fill the place, he just holds you. you let the hints of wine, oak and bergamot fill your noise, calm your anxious heart and had you wishing it was a far more ideal situation that would lead you to laying with him like this.

not now. every nerve in your body tingled, screamed those words and nearly brought you right to your feet. when you shot up, met with little resistance from his arms, your legs now straddling his middle, diluc immediately began to worry you were hurt.

“are you alright?” he asks urgently, his hands now holding onto your hips to help you fully off of him so he could examine you properly. they don’t leave you as he checks you over. his heart was racing frantically at the thought that he might have let you get injured, his eyes dark and full of kindling fire as he looks you over from the moment you parted from his chest. 

he didn’t see any visible injuries on you but he hardly believed you were okay just because you looked it. his own body ached from each harsh hit of stone and carved corners, not that he paid it any mind right now, but what if what he had done to try to lessen your damage wasn’t enough.. you hadn’t even answered his question yet and when he brought his eyes to your face, his concern grew when you were looking in the distance rather than at him.

dammit, he needed to get you both out of here.

“something’s not right..” you mumble, though it was more like you were talking to yourself than him.

“with you?” he asks more harshly than he meant to, his grip on you growing tighter. the pressure must have broken your attention, as you finally look at him like you hadn’t said something alarming or haven't been unresponsive to his words till now. “what’s wrong?” he urged.

“are you hurt?” you ask, your voice shaking with worry. he had a pained look on his face that made your heart throb, made you want to cry because this had been all your fault. if you had just paid attention to your surroundings and taken your steps more carefully you might not be in this situation and he wouldn’t have gotten hurt. “i’m so sorry diluc..”

you hadn’t heard any of his questions before. and as much as you worried for him, wanted to be sure he was okay, from the moment you stood all you could focus on was the unfamiliar space around you. you were not entirely sure what was not right, it wasn’t your physical state and by the stillness of the room it didn’t seem as though you were in any immediate danger but you can’t shake this indescribable feeling coursing through your veins. like celestia and the universe itself was telling you something but you couldn’t begin to discern their message.

he saw the worry behind your eyes, felt his heart ache at your saddened expression, and with his emotions on high, could not hold back from his next actions like he normally would have. you often had him wanting to act on the wishes of his heart, the heart that you invaded the walls of and held in your hands even if you didn’t know it. sometimes he had given in, much like now, caressing the skin of your cheek with his fingers delicately, unable to take his eyes off of you, showing you a much softer side of him than he showed most. one he hadn’t had in a long time, one he lost, but came back so naturally when it came to you.

“it’s okay. i am okay” he promises. “please y/n..” he needed you to say it outloud. he needed to hear it to know for sure. “are you okay?”

you nod to assure him, unable to lean into his touch like you might have were the air not prickling every nerve of your skin. 

his knitting brows, sharpening eyes and growing frown tell you he hadn’t believed you and to avoid his scrutinizing gaze, you look away. as your eyes fall to the corner of the platform and you see a flicker in the deep shadows, you finally begin to understand what had kept you so uncomfortable since falling down here and that it was too late to stop it now.

the amount of strength that you used to push him was more than he had expected from you. it came so suddenly too, he hadn’t been able to brace himself in time or even grab ahold of you to pull you down with him because just as quickly as your hands met his chest and felt his heart nearly jump from his chest, he hit the ground for the umpteenth time today.

there wasn’t any time to think about what was happening when the truth of it flashed before his eyes as it did; slow and agonizing and gut wrenching like it had been another time in his life where he failed to protect those he loved and their blood coated his skin. and he hadn’t even gotten the courage to tell you that he loves you before someone took you from him..

you swore you heard the impact of the thrown weapon piercing you echo in the staircase, ricocheting off of walls and coming back to add to your pain, burying deep as it flung you back and had you hitting the ground with a muffled thud. everything was muffled really, the hurried movements around you and the bellowing yells, even the ringing in your ears seemed distorted and fading along with your consciousness and the air within your lungs.

you wanted to give into it too, close your eyes and drift off, not feel the unbelievable pain coursing through you and making you cry. there hadn’t been just a sharp edge on this weapon but something to ensure who it was thrown at would not survive, you could feel it burning your insides as it spread throughout your entire being and made this so much worse. with every pump of your blood you felt weaker and weaker, knew that was the warmth that you pooled in but it was hard to make much sense of anything else. you only knew something other than your own hurting body when diluc came into view.

even through blurry vision you knew it was him and felt the suffering lessen knowing he was okay, just like you had hoped when you threw yourself in front of a weapon you were sure was meant for him. perhaps alive is a better word to describe him at this moment, you think, because the indescribable pain on his face did not in the least say he was okay and the clearer it became, the louder his voice sounded in your ears, your pain returned, though this time it was in the form of your breaking heart.

“why would you do that?!” he hadn’t meant to yell the words as he fell to the gound next to you but fuck, he had lost himself.

his whole body shook with crumbling agony. his head and heart throbbed at the flashbacks that choked him in the familiar fear of that day years ago; the same shade of red painting you as it had his father, the same worthless trembling hands not knowing if they would cause further damage if they were to touch you, your weak breaths taking all of the air around him with them.

from where he was beside you, the burning tears that escaped past his eyes fell on your skin, on the arm you tried to move in order to reach out and comfort him but you couldn’t move. as your eyes came upon his face, blinking slow but fighting to stay open, you wondered if the last thing you would see of this world was the man you love in so much anguish, his voice hoarse as he yelled.

“dammit y/n why?!”

why did you not let me take the hit..

why are you still looking at me with those kind and loving eyes..

why is celestia so hell bent on taking everyone i love..

he isn’t sure which he meant to voice or which he felt shredding his heart more but it had been impossible to gather himself from the moment he pulled the fatui agent from the shadows at an incredible speed. he was fueled by the same force that gave you the strength to push him to the ground as he wielded a burning blade that still remained lodged and engulfed in flames in their lifeless body a few feet away.

“because i love you,” you say with a smile, swallowing hard at how tiring and painful it was to speak but you couldn’t stop the words even if you tried. you did love him, so fucking much. you always had, always would and that love would drive you to do what you did a million times over if necessary. “and i..” you felt the tug of the darkness, the coolness of the floor as your cheek weakly rested there, the chill becoming a permanent part of you but there was still more you wanted to say and you hate that you can only say so little. “couldn’t.. let you get hurt..”

your words, your strained but sweet voice and the footsteps of the monsters you had attracted growing louder pulls him from the black flames of his past that had once consumed his heart and soul, just as it threatened to again now and still might if he didn’t do something. first, pulling the spear from your left rib cage, your body bending in pain, tears streaming down your face, as he dislodged it with a choked out ‘i’m sorry..’ before shedding his coat and pressing it to your wound. 

he could feel the stickiness of your blood running down his gloves, on his wrists and through his shirt from the moment he scooped you into his arms, one hand at your back and the other under your knees. with each step he took towards getting you out of here, the heat of those black flames still loomed over him but no longer left him rooted in place.

diluc keeps you pressed close to his chest that rises and falls with deep breaths, the heat radiating off of him nearly lulling you to the sleep you so badly want to succumb to but bright red fire, surrounding you both like the burning wings of a phoenix, protecting and all consuming, keeps your attention even if only enough to shave off the darkness calling your name for a little longer.

but not even those bright flames, so beautiful and somehow feeling like they were all for you, can keep your body and mind from slipping into nothingness, into death that grasped you with one hand while diluc held on to tightly with his own.

“don’t close your eyes,” he begged, feeling you growing more limp in his arms, his broken voice so unfamiliar to you both. lightly he shook you just as he pushed through the entrance of the domain and made it into the evening sun, looking down at you in his arms fighting so hard to keep your eyes on him. “don’t fucking leave me.”

you felt another one of his tears then, hitting and soaking into your cheek, giving it a droplet of warmth. there was so much you wanted to say to comfort him. if you had the strength you would have taken him into your arms, combed your fingers through his hair and whispered reassurances into the crown of his head. the heavier your eyelids grew, your mind had easily taken you there; to a place where neither of you hurt. where you sat on his lap and he smiles with a blush at the tips of his ears as you leave a kiss on his temple before he looks up at you, something in his eyes that makes your heart beat faster, and catches your lips, kissing you longingly. 

it was like a dream and a part of you knew that’s truly all it was. you were fading fast, with not an ounce of strength to fight back. with your last bit of consciousness you shed a tear for losing the chance to have that and so much with him before the boney hand of death around your dangling wrist gave a tug and pulled you into the utter darkness.

he yells your name over and over, still running as quickly as he could, when he feels you go completely limp in his arms, sparing a glance from the road ahead of him to see your eyes shut, your lips near blue. the bile rolls in his stomach, the muscles of his legs wanting him to stop but he just pushes them harder, carrying you even faster towards dawn winery. it was close, he could nearly see it in the distance. 

“please.. hang on.”

the staff of the winery see him long before he’s even in the vineyard, a blur of red and the familiar figure of the one person who had seemed to steal their masters heart in his arms lifelessly. all of them clear the path leading forwards the waiting front doors where the maids are hurrying from room to room to grab everything they think they might need. 

“get a healer!” he barks orders as soon as anyone is in ear shot. his voice near booming throughout the entire estate.

his footsteps pound against the stone as he’s hurrying up the stairs towards the manor. in such a familiar place, he no longer looks in front of him but instead at his worst nightmare manifesting right in his arms, all because he had not been enough to save that which mattered most to him. 

elzer and adelinde are immediately at his side, the look on their masters face a painful reminder of what he had lost already and it kills them to see him so. but the entire staff of the winery would do anything to ensure that both of you made it through this. they had not been able to ignore how adoring diluc had become for you, nor how fond of you they had become themselves and they waited patiently for the day he would do something about it but to have you torn from him before he did.. to lose your bright smile around the winery.. they wouldn’t have it. they all had already lost so much and the young master especially so.

diluc hears elzer say something but against the beating of heart in his ears and the deafening silence coming from you, he can’t make out what it is. he’s suffocating, not even sure he’s breathing as he’s suddenly on the second floor of the manor, kicking his bedroom door open with force that nearly splintered the thick wood but the way he handles you when he places you in his sheets is a stark contrast, so beyond fragile and with every ounce of love that he had shared with you many times when he brought you in here in his dreams.

it wasn’t supposed to be like this and he isn’t even sure he meant to come in here but it’s where his feet took him, where he thought you would be the most comfortable and safe. and keeping you safe being the same reason that he couldn’t let go of you. he had not been strong enough to keep you safe in that domain, he had failed you, but he still held on as if letting you from his arms meant letting go of your precious life.

more footsteps leading up the stairs sounded outside of the room but the adelinde and elzer, standing around the large bed, were silent watching their beloved master kneeling on the bed next to you, his bangs covering his eyes that look so sorrowfully at your colorless visage, as if his entire world was collapsing, and he finally spoke the words they knew only scratched the surface for how he felt about you.

hunching over more and with the pressure of a bird's feather, he rests his forehead on yours, feeling himself choke on a sob at how cold your skin was. “i love you,” he confesses, pouring his warmth, his own life into you. “i’ll never let anyone harm you again.. i will always protect you just.. come back to me..”

adelinde was the first to notice the arrival of the healer, followed by the slowing steps of charles who had taken a horse to get the nearest one and bring them here. she is the one to finally approach diluc, having to kneel on the bed herself a bit in order to reach his shoulder where she places a gentle and loving hand, her chest tight at the way he shook under her palm.

“master diluc,” she coaxes him like a mother soothing her child back into her embrace. though he doesn’t budge from where he is, she knows he is listening, that he would let you go if it were her asking and assuring him. “the healer will be sure miss y/n is okay. let's give them the room.”

letting you go, leaving you, had been one of the hardest things he’s had to do and he had not done it easily but elzer and adelinde had shared a glance that had them both agreeing that it would be best that diluc not be in the room as the healer worked; for his own good and yours now that you were in the healers hands. 

he knew it too. a rational part of him that was drowning in the sea of his despair knew it would do no good to have him hovering over them, barking orders when fear and agony took over his every action. he hadn’t gone far, pacing the short length of this side of the balcony, his mind racing, not an ounce of his sanity returned, his breath still so hard to catch. 

for so long he has loved you, unable to say it outloud even when it was on the tip of his tongue. his worry, this exact scenario and far worse, keeping him from doing anything about it even when he wasn’t sure he could live without you and your lovely light that pierced his darkness.  would your blood stain his hands like so many others had? or could he have one day been worthy of your love? would this have ended up differently had he told you long ago how he felt? could he have protected you then? 

and you.. you loved him back. enough so to throw yourself in front of danger for him even though he hadn’t deserved it. you had wanted to protect him, which is something he could understand when he too had that burning, unwavering, desire but it doesn’t change his mind that it should have been him and he would give his life for yours if he could.

every set of minutes that passed diluc thinks he may be dying with you from how terribly his heart breaks and he continues to remind himself this is his fault. turning to nearly an hour, by the time the healer emerges from his quiet bedroom, he’s leaning his elbows on the banister, the hands buried in his hair keeping his head up pulling at the crimson locks like it may help him from losing his mind even more so. it didn’t but he had still held it off. his aching, yet beating heart, reminding him yours could still be beating too.

he shoots up before they can even say anything, his eyes piercing, his jaw tight. 

“master diluc, miss y/n is going to be okay,” the healer assures him with a relieved and tired smile. they say something about adelinde and your care from here but with quick steps he thanked them, his voice dripping with sincerity, as he passes by and makes his way to your side.

at your side is when his body finally gives way, adrenaline and sheer stubborn will of strength wearing off seeing that you were indeed alright. even if the bandage around you continued to serve as a reminder of his failure to you, there was color in your face and lips, your skin beginning to warm on its own and he felt hope bloom within his chest when he reached for your hand and your fingers wrapped around his in your sleep. his tired legs collapsed beneath him at the edge of the bed, his body aching and he was still filthy but none of that mattered as long as you were okay.

he isn’t sure how much time passes before your intertwined fingers stir for the first time since he had grabbed ahold of them, bringing his head from where it rested close enough to hear your breaths as you slept. he sees you wince when you try to move but before you can try again, unaware of where you were or what was happening, his other hand is caressing your cheek, moving hair from your face that slipped out of place in your uncomfortable movements.

his touch immediately stills you and your lashes flutter open to see him looking down at you, so many emotions behind the petals of his rose colored eyes. you go to speak, say his name, tell him how sorry you are, thank the archons he is okay but before any words can leave your mouth, you burst into tears, the motion aching the wound of your chest but you can’t seem to stop.

no words are spoken between you as he catches your tears on his bare fingers, soothing you with his unspoken love and warm touch, feeling himself fall back into place, that manic feeling evaporating off of him at the love you emanate in return. when it seems your tears have become too much, on the verge of hurting yourself, his name escapes past your lips in a hiccup.

“d-diluc-”

“shhh,” he felt his own eyes sting at your sobbing. “it’s okay, you’re safe.” but that didn’t seem to be enough to calm you.

your touch was weak and shaky reaching around his neck and pulling him down to you. he followed without resistance, one elbow above you keeping his weight off of you while his hand rests on the top of your head, touching your hair. you buried your face into his neck as you continued to cry his name and hold onto him as though he was your life line.

“i’m here,” he coos, relieved tears running down his own cheeks. he would be your life line, your sword, your protector, your devoted lover, for as long as you’d have him. but please always have him. “i’ve got you.”

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