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꒰ IN ANOTHER LIFE PT.2 ꒱

or in other words, the role you’d play in his and someone else’s love story…

↳ note ⨾ repost! <3 ↳ genre ⨾ angst/kinda fluff? ↳ parts ⨾ one :: two ↳ feat ⨾ oikawa, iwaizumi, tsukishima, kuroo, atsumu, osamu, bokuto, akaashi, daichi, kageyama, sakusa

ʚ OIKAWA ɞ ── the best friend

you’re alone in your room when you hear a knock at the door. it’d been days alone without your best friend and although the quiet was somewhat peaceful for you to get work done, it was more suffocating than anything. you weren’t expecting any visitors, so with furrowed brows and slight hesitance, you reach for the doorknob. pulling it open, you’re somewhat surprised at the sight. oikawa raises his head, staring into your eyes with every emotion you’ve been yearning to see since that girl entered his life. i’m sorry, he apologizes, pulling you into his arms and holding you close to his chest. i was so dumb he repeats and you can’t really understand why he’s giving you that last comment until he finishes, i’m so dumb for not noticing.

ʚ IWAIZUMI ɞ ── the villain

you step back from chasing him. it’s obvious that no one wants the two of you to be together given the circumstances of this wretched love triangle. were you even allowed to call it that? you’re probably only seen as a friend to him…especially since his childhood friend seems to have such a special place in his heart. he doesn’t quite read the signs though, because as soon as you give up and he notices the lack of your presence, he finds you after class and stands before you with eyes of concern. he knows you’ve been avoiding him for a reason and frankly, he doesn’t like it. so when you come clean about what everyone says around you, he frowns and takes your hands in his. i don’t care what everyone else wants to think. i like you and that’s what matters.

ʚ TSUKISHIMA ɞ ── the one who was too late

you take a step back from him soon after you learn about his relationship. he doesn’t notice at first. how could he? he has his sights on someone else, someone more significant. someone who had the confidence to confess to him at least. yeah, he knew about your little crush on him. but being that you were going to do nothing about it, he shouldn’t pretend to care either. so why was the lack of you bothering him so much? he starts looking for you around the halls, maybe near your locker or talking to a classmate. but it appears as though you completely disappeared. were your schedules so incompatible that you made an extra effort to see him? he should’ve noticed that you were showing you cared, albeit no words were said. he comes to the conclusion that he was the coward, the one lacking the confidence to tell you how much he appreciated you. he gives the girl an apologetic frown to the girl he’d been seeing who waves him off with a smile saying, i thought i sensed something between you two. go to her. so he does.

ʚ KUROO ɞ ── the ex

he scrolls through his own feed, a feeling of phoniness rising through him. the kuroo in the pictures are smiles galore, an exact reflection of the girl beside him in those pictures. but as more time passed, he realizes just how hard he was working to keep a facade up. how did one coffee date become a relationship? sure at the time he thought no harm of it, the two of you were on a break anyway, but now that it’s escalated to something much greater than something casual, the thought of your reaction has been plaguing his mind. he remembers how understanding you were, how hopeful you looked encouraging to take the time he needed while you waited. so there he goes…and then does this? god, he can’t even look at himself. but he has to make it right. which is why he comes clean about everything to the girl he’s currently seeing and then makes his way over to your place, this time with a sense of purpose. he took a break to find what he needed. but time away made him realize that what he needed all along was you.

ʚ ATSUMU ɞ ── the used one

it doesn’t hit him at first. it isn’t until he starts to realize the little things about his day have changed; he waits at his locker for that big smile he grew to adore, he searches through the stands of the volleyball stadium for those bright eyes, yet he doesn’t see them anymore. why should he? you were in his life for one reason only and now that your job was done, he shouldn’t be expecting those sights… when you hear about the breakup, you’re shocked, to say the least. you both put so much effort in making the girl notice him and they didn’t even work out? so now not only did it cause your heartbreak, but it was also a waste of time? your question is answered after class when before you can leave, the door is closed shut in front of you. from behind you, atsumu mentally thanks suna for aiding him in his plan. it’s been a while, he says, signature smirk finding its way on his face but one look at his clammy hands shows he’s more nervous than anything. you spin around to face the boy and wait for his next words. can we talk?

ʚ OSAMU ɞ ── the rebound

the cycle soon begins again…the distrust, constant frustration and arguments. it isn’t until he shouts y/n would’ve never done this! that he realizes just how badly he fucked up. so with a final goodbye, – he reiterates final because he’s sure he’ll never fall into the same empty void again – he leaves his former ex girlfriend and walks straight to your apartment. he doesn’t expect you to take him back, why should you? he treated you like you meant nothing after everything you’ve gone through… but it never hurt to try. so that’s why he’s kneeling at the foot of your door, begging for everything you had to forgive him. he’s sorry and you know it. he spews out numerous apologies and with a heavy heart, you invite him inside for some coffee.

ʚ BOKUTO ɞ ── the matchmaker

your stomach twists at the grin bokuto sports when you ask him to meet you at the diner after his practice. you’re sure it’s a platonic smile, how could it not be? the plan was simple, get the two to meet unknowingly, without you, and just watch their story unfold. you could scoff at the hallmark-ness of the situation. as the evening passes, you’re stuck in your room, nervously biting your nails as a dreaded feeling fills your stomach. if things go as planned, your friend will have a boyfriend…god, why can’t you feel happy for her? the next day comes and you’re still in mystery about what happened the night prior since your friend never messaged you like she said she would. you greet her in school and with a sad smile, she motions over to the captain on the other side of the hallway. he’s got something to tell you, she says and laughs when you stare in worry. don’t worry, i kind of figured it out…i’ll be fine. full of confusion, you walk over to bokuto and at your appearance, he sends a wary smile. y/n, you got a second?

ʚ AKAASHI ɞ── the second choice

awh, i’m sorry i was paired with someone else already, your friend says sadly when akaashi asked to be her partner for a project. you and y/n can be partners! you avoid his glance because you’re far too tired to see the look of disappointment that probably flashed in his eyes. akaashi agrees to be your partner and the two of you meet in the library for the next few days. it’d been a while since he spoke directly to you and he can’t help but feel bad. how come he never realized how smart and caring you were sooner? he finds himself gazing at you as you nervously chew your lip, deep concentration written on your face as you work and looking over at you in class during lessons. he mentions hanging out with you more often following your project and with a stiff nod, you accept. he’s observant though and asks about your look of discomfort. and then there you are, admitting your inferiority complex when standing next to your best friend and akaashi feels his heart sink. i’m sorry if i ever made you feel that way. you’re worth way more than that and i’d like to show you that, if you’d let me.

ʚ DAICHI ɞ ── the friendzoned

he can’t help but feel that there’s something wrong. you’re not as active while participating in conversations with him; you give mere head nods with a smile never reaching your eyes. he doesn’t know what’d wrong until sugawara has to break the news to him. she likes you, you dummy. i think she’s giving up on her feelings for you so that’s why she’s keeping her distance. the words echo in his mind for the following few days, guilt building up in his stomach. was he really blind to your feelings for him? he sure liked using the friend card on you and never did it occur to him that it probably hurt to hear those words again and again. now that he knows, though, he can’t seem to fight the blush on his face. he was never aware when someone liked him so you being his first? what did you even like about him? was he sweating? did he look weird? god, how weird you suddenly made him feel. it isn’t until one day you ask him if he’s alright because he’s looking rather…constipated, that he blurts out you’re making me feel weird! you open and close your mouth a few times, looking away so he can’t see the disappointment in your eyes. wait, wait, that’s not what i meant. i meant it like, looking at you makes me feel weird? no, that’s not right either. look, suga told me you liked me and since then, i also might feel something for you.

ʚ KAGEYAMA ɞ── the neighbor

you’re kidding, you think with a frown. why did today out of all be the day your mother invites the neighbors for a meal? so, kageyama ends up in the seat in front of you, fiddling with his utensils and avoiding all eye contact with you. yep, it’s awkward because it’s been so long. your mothers gush about how much the two of you have grown since you were little and take a trip down memory lane, spewing whatever childhood stories of you both that they can remember. by the end of dinner while you and him wash the dishes, most of the tension seemed to subside. so girlfriend, huh? you can’t help but blurt. kageyama profusely shakes his head. nah, nah, that didn’t work out… he mumbles, looking back up. you? with a scoff, you shake your head. kageyama rubs the back of his neck, pausing from drying the dishes. it’s really nice to see you, by the way. maybe we could see each other more often?

ʚ SAKUSA ɞ ── the rival

part of you curses the universe for making you realize your feelings toward him so late and ultimately, too late. you couldn’t even find it within yourself to participate in your usual competition. having to look at those deep frowns and listen to those insults you usually had a rock hard shield for? hits different when you like the person doing all that…even following his and his girlfriend’s eventual breakup, you couldn’t face him. in class, he hides his chin in his sweater, looking over at you ever so often, wondering why on earth you weren’t in his face, waving around another perfectly scored exam. hey, he mutters after class, looking down at you flatly. you, recognizing the voice, shrink down in your seat, bracing for the impact of whatever rude words he has for you. what’s wrong? you quickly blurt that nothing’s wrong but he can see right through you and asks again. feeling overwhelmed with how stern his expression in, you blurt out in a quick breath that you can’t find it within yourself to bother him anymore because you feel something for him. you slap a hand over your mouth in horror at your confession. but he doesn’t sneer like you thought he would. his shoulders relax and with a light sigh, he mutters, you had me worried that something was actually wrong, dummy.

cw: fluff with minimal angst, reader and tsumu had an argument, msby4 is there, food mentions, probably bad writing like i just wrote this but i can't remember what i actually wrote which is a little alarming..., unedited and not proofread :,)

<bokuto3: hi it's atsumu

<bokuto3: WHY DOES BOKKUN HAVE YOUR CONTACT AS '<y/n3'?????? OUTRAGEOUS.

<bokuto3: anyways hi it's atsumu

<bokuto3: i miss u :( pls unblock me asap i'm sorry baby please i really am

<bokuto3: please don't be mad at me i thikn i'm lodsing my mind

<bokuto3: call me back. or text me back. unbloc k my email too thanx

<bokuto3: okay bye i luv u to the moon and back

<bokuto3: i'd do anything for u baby pls jyst talk to me again and i'd even swallow hot coals if you asked pls pls pls

<bokuto3: i love you

<bokuto3: i love you

<bokuto3: i love you

<bokuto3: i love you

you: give bokuto his phone back. get back to practice. bye.

<bokuto3: LOVE OF MY LIFE

<bokuto3: NO Y/N PLEASE I MISS YOU SO MUCH DON'T GO

you pocket your phone with a sigh, ignoring the way it continually buzzes with with messages and spam texts, probably just of atsumu professing his undying love for you and grovelling. pretty standard of him after an argument so intense that you had to walk out on before things escalated to places you would regret.

you can't deny that you miss him too, and it's been less than 24 hours since you saw him last.

in fact, you literally saw him this morning when sending him off to practice with a grumbled 'have a good practice' after he kissed over your forehead with a lightness rivalling a feather. a gentleness typically unseen from him.

really, the blond setter was just terrified of irritating you further.

then when you got up half an hour later, you're not pleased to see how atsumu was spamming you with messages, all conveying the messages he was scared of saying earlier. things like 'i love you', 'can't wait to go home to you', or 'did you see the photo of osamu's cat i sent'.

it's sweet, really; he is, but when you're still a little hurt from the harsh exchange you had last night, you didn't want him blowing up your phone this early in the morning.

so your only solution for a peaceful morning was to block him apparently.

something that clearly did not sit well with him because he then started spamming your socials and your emails with protests. did he not have practice to get to? where was all this time coming from?

you blocked him on those platforms too from the goodness of your heart because you had a feeling that he was skipping warmup in order to text you. if he pulled a muscle during practice, you don't want to begin imagining what a pain he'd be to look after.

glancing around the park you were currently strolling through to clear your mind, you only get a second to breathe when your phone starts buzzing again. this time, with a call notification from bokuto.

picking up, you immediately assume that it's atsumu who is bothering you after suffering the blows of how hard you've been ghosting him.

"atsumu for the love of-"

you're cut off of your own sentence when you hear somewhat muffled voices in the background.

"damn you messed up big time!" comes hinata's bubbly voice. you can indistinctly hear someone agreeing in the background- bokuto?

"stop rubbing it in!" atsumu exclaims, whining. you can picture him in your head right now, slouching against the wall as he deflates with each reminder of his mistake.

bokuto must have pocket-dialed you. you're about to hang up until you hear:

"how about you stop being miserable? your relationship with y/n will be fine as long as you apologise, this isn't the end of the world," lectures sakusa.

"for you maybe! ah already feel like y/n's slipping away from my grasp," cries your boyfriend. "and y/n is my world. so really, it does feel like the end of the world."

"you know what they say. love kills," mutters bokuto.

"literally no one has ever said that," sakusa deadpans.

"someone's probably said it."

"well if love does kill can it hurry up with atsumu?"

the dark-haired's simple statement makes you laugh, one that bursts suddenly before you have to cover your mouth from shame, hoping that it didn't disturb anyone.

"hey!" atsumu huffs before you can hear him groan dramatically again. except something's telling you that this isn't for show. "can't ya show a little sympathy to the guy who is having the worst time of his life? my partner doesn't even want to talk to me! i might as well rot right here and now."

"don't do that!" protests bokuto. "i'm sure y/n isn't as mad as you think. just talk to-"

"-what do you think i've been doing this whole time? i've been grovelling-"

"-no, you've been a bitch. i don't think telling y/n to 'text you back' counts as a proper apology."

the setter 'hmphs' and you can imagine the way he's crossing his arms. atsumu never did lose that immature side of him, but he tries, and you adore him for it. "is proclaiming my love not enough?"

"you can say 'i love you' to everyone, idiot, and you can confess your undying adoration for y/n any time. you do it on a regular basis anyways, atsumu, you don't need to double down on it just because you had an argument-"

"-but i'm scared that y/n will forget!"

the blond's outburst stuns everyone into silence. you hear a sniffle.

"what if i'm not worth the time? sometimes i get really scared that y/n might pack up and leave me because there's someone better out there. someone more patient and less of a hassle?"

it's so painfully silent, but each word that atsumu mutters is like a knife to your heart. how long has he felt this way?

hinata is the first to break the awkwardness. "c'mon man, you're literally high school sweethearts. i don't think you have anything to worry about."

"yeah, you're being silly right now, tsum-tsum!" bokuto agrees. "after all this time together, i think y/n has a reason to stay with you!"

"apart from my dashing good looks?"

"stupidity is temporary. get better soon," sakusa grumbles.

"omi-omi you're so mean!"

you hang up the call when you hear atsumu's chirpy tone again, unable to stop a smile from appearing on your own face. so long as he was happy, you were too.

that's what happens when you're soulmates, you suppose.

it's the same soulmate bond responsible for the fact that you were currently waiting outside the gym where msby practices were held, impatiently leaning against a small pole as you pass time on your phone.

then, just as you look up to check if anyone has left the building, your heart stops at the sight of a familiar faux-blond, animatedly chatting to one of his teammates. but when he meets your gaze, it takes him less than a fraction of a second to charge towards you.

instead of bracing for impact, you open your arms for him to tackle into, an offer he takes immediately.

as you both stumble backwards from the momentum, atsumu revels in your laughter and cherishes the feeling he gets knowing that everything is okay between you two. you chose to greet him after practice, you chose to go the somewhat inconvenient route all the way to his gym, you chose him and he hopes you never consider another option again.

and you won't. atsumu loves too hard and too well, warming you from the inside out to defrost any pain the coldness of life might leave you with. although he sometimes gets insecure about this overbearing trait of his, you get to show him each time just how beautiful it is; to wear your heart on your sleeve and love the world for what it is.

to love you for who you are.

"i'm sorry," he begins. "for what ah said last night, i was a real dick."

you smile. "well if you're really sorry, you'd let me take you out for some food, right?"

"only if it's your favourite."

"okay, sap. let's go then."

you think you hear atsumu whisper a 'thank you for letting me love you' before pulling him away.

omi and his girly little gf <3

he thinks you’re so PRECIOUS. when he first saw you walking across campus with your nails done, shorter than most of your friends, dressed well and in pink he couldn’t stop thinking about you. atsumu had to snap him back into the conversation. kiyoomi thought that you looked like a pretty princess.

when you two become friends and talk more, he’s a little more obvious about it. when you get your nails done or ask him if he likes a skirt you got he always compliments how well it suits you, that pink is your colour!!

if you’re black, and you add pink into your braids/ dreads/ locs/ twists he thinks you look like an absolute FAIRY!!! you come back from the salon [ he wanted to come see you. he swears he did. but you didn’t let him for the ‘surprise’ of it): ] his mouth curls into a smile and his dimples are on display, he gets up from his spot on the sofa and asks if he can touch them. he clears some of the hair from your face and he places a feathery kiss on your forehead , “it’s not fair, how pretty you are,” he says.

kiyoomi just loves when you have french tips. he loves it. especially when the base is a pale pink colour, and the tips are just a crisp white. he loves how it contrasts with his black rings as he holds your hand. his heart flutters when your little, neat palm can only wrap around a few of his fingers. he loves how your manicured thumb rubs against his battered knuckles - it makes him feel dizzy.

he loves when you wear skirts or get new ones, he always twirls you around like you two were slow dancing. he’ll chuckle along with you when you giggle, “i think this one’s my favorite now,” he said to you ; although he’s said that about all 7 of the skirts.

don’t you dare try to do anything when you’ve just gotten your nails done. laundry? he’ll help. you wanna make yourself smth to eat? nah, he’s got it. you wanna shower??? why????? he’ll just clean you🤞🏻🤞🏻. his big sister used to complain about having to do things with her nails on and he’d never let his sweet little princess do anything by herself ):

omi would absolutely let you do his makeup if you wanted to try a new makeup look. you sit him down, putting his bouncy curls in a little bun and then priming his face. his cheeks smush and squish as your small hands work on him gently. he can’t help the warmth in his chest when he feels that you’re making a conscious effort to be gentle when you’re soaping down his eyebrows or blending out the highlight. his favorite is when you put on mascara- the way your index finger tilts his chin upwards and you mutter a ,’ look up f’ me, kiyo’ in the most sugary sweet tone he’s ever heard. he replies with a simple , ‘ ‘kay’ that could never give away the butterflies in the pit of his belly.

lastly - he’s spoiling you ROTTEN. he’s got allll that athlete money for what???? you, obviously. you saw some pretty mary janes you wanna wear to work? done. you want new earrings? done. you want a necklace with his name on it? done. well, that part wasn’t a choice- but he’s still happy that you wanted it. if you two are out and you even say that something is cute , his immediate response is , “do you want it?” and he’s dead serious. even if it’s ridiculously over priced. if you’re someone who cries when they accept gifts i’m projecting i’m sorry consider his heart SHATTERED when he hears the break in your voice as you thank him. he’s coddling you, asking if you really hated the gift that much, but when you explain that it just overwhelms you he feels tears in his own eyes at how precious you truly are. his large hand caressing your head and the other rubbing gentle circles on your back, whispering to you that you deserve his gifts, his love, his patience because you give it back to him. you deserve to be a princess- his princess- forever</3333333

hq boys holding their baby for the first time

featuring ; bokuto koutarou + akaashi keiji + atsumu miya + sakusa kiyoomi + kuroō tetsuro

warnings ; cute hq dads :’)

notes ; akaashi with his baby girl i’m crying—

+BOKUTO is gritting his teeth, horrified and also immediately relived upon hearing that you’d had the baby. although that didn’t guarantee the baby’s health and well-being, the part he was scared about. “congratulations, you’re now the parents of a healthy baby boy.” the nurse handed the little one to bokuto first, letting him simmer in that fatherly feeling. he felt too happy to cry at the moment, cooing at how incredible this was and the way the little boy reached his hands up, stilled at the sight of his father. “i promise you i will always be here for you. always.” he whispered, eyes gentle. his son. wild. he honestly could get enough, sugaring you with compliments and kisses of absolute adoration.

+AKAASHI was as nervous as can be, hands shaking while he wearily took a peek from the beds side-barriers. hand now aching from your iron grip. he didn’t mind. “look keiji, she has your hair.” you chuckled weakly, lifting the baby up to his unstable arms. “y/n-baby-i don’t want to drop her-“ his babbling cut short by the little girl wrapping her finger around his, eyes round with curiosity. if akaashi could be more in love right now he might just explode. “hi darling, you’re beautiful.” his lips pulled into a different type of smile, face breaking into a mess of tears. the nurses found this very cute. “it’s alright keiji, cry as much as you need. it’s our baby girl after all.” you laughed, the nurses followed suit. 

+ATSUMU stood bleary eyed beside you, just watching. he was so excited before, but now he didn’t know how to feel. however he knew that he felt .. warm. a fuzzy sensation erupting in his chest. “how do you do it.” he shook his head, marveling at the two little ones sitting in front of him, two little girls, twins. “magic.” you chortled, amused at his frown. “can i hold them ?” asking meekly, he took the two in each arm, marveling once again. “she had your hair, and she has mine.” he nodded his head to each baby wrapped in pink and purple, to set a difference. “the better have my eyes though.” he batted his lashes, full of himself. the nurses found him quite the charmer. “hopefully not your personality.” — “hey, what’s that supposed to mean-“

+SAKUSA rubbed your white knuckles, his chest heaving with breaths. upset that you experienced so much pain, but so proud of you to be strong throughout. birth was .. a lot for the opposite. much worse than even germs to him. “baby, baby look at me.” you slowly moved your head, breathing slowly. “yes… kiyoomi ?” he melted with relief. you looked exhausted. “you did amazing, you know that ? i am so proud of you.” he pressed a few kisses to your cheek, alerted by the nurses arrival. “hello, apologies for interrupting you, but we would like to inform you that your baby girl has been safely and healthily delivered.” they handed the cutie to kiyoomi first, singing happy birthday with smiling faces. she was like glass, so delicate, so precious. “hello there sweetie, i love you.” he blinked back his tears, grinning. so very happy.

+KUROŌ, coming from a person lacking a father figure felt almost destroyed. but it fueled him to assure his world, the baby boy in his arms would never suffer the same fate. he couldn’t even express his feelings in words, lips trembling with overflowing emotion. now he had two beings that were his world. you, and the bundle of joy wrapped in a blue blanket in his arms. he was overjoyed. “good lord, you’re so cute.” he carefully moved a small piece of messy black hair to the side, allowing a full view of the little one. “getting the fatherhood feeling ?” you mused from beside him, appearing a bit playful despite the past. “of course i am kitten, now i’ve got two kittens.” you rolled your eyes. “sure sure. but if you dress him up as a cat for halloween i will divorce you.” he stiffened. “me ? never.” nervous laughter ensued.

-maak

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Desperate Confessions with: Riddle Rosehearts , Leona Kingscholar

Others: Jamil and Sebek

Riddle Rosehearts

It’s almost dark when you finally step out of the library. The entire campus is steeped in the quiet warmth of the setting sun, casting long shadows and filling the air with a golden glow. You spot Riddle just a few paces away, standing by the ivy-laden wall, seemingly waiting for you. His usual composure is absent, replaced by an odd stillness in his posture, a tension that you can feel even from here.

"Riddle?" you ask, concern coloring your voice as you approach him. He turns, and for a moment, he doesn’t seem like himself. His face is flushed, his gaze intense, almost… desperate.

“You’re here,” he says quietly, almost in relief, though the softness of his words belies a turmoil simmering beneath. "I didn’t expect you to come out this late."

You tilt your head, trying to read the unspoken thoughts in his expression, but he doesn’t give you a chance. “I… need to tell you something.” His voice is tight, as though he’s struggling against himself to form the words. His hands are clenched at his sides, and he looks as if he’s trying to steady his breathing. “It’s—it’s been too much lately, and I don’t think I can keep pretending I’m…unaffected by you."

For a moment, he closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, they hold a vulnerability you’ve rarely seen. "You’ve haunted my thoughts, day and night. Every time I see you, I—I’m left wondering if I’ll be able to speak without… without feeling like my heart will burst. I feel like I’m losing control of myself whenever you’re near.”

His cheeks flush deeper, but he doesn’t look away. "I’m embarrassed by it. This—this lack of control.” His voice breaks, just a bit, and you can hear the self-criticism beneath his words. “I’ve spent my whole life restraining myself, and then you—” He takes a shaky breath. “You come into my life, and suddenly… I can’t.”

Your chest tightens at the rawness of his confession, at the deep-seated need he’s barely holding back. Before you can stop yourself, you close the gap between you, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him close.

Riddle’s breath catches, but he doesn’t pull away. His eyes are wide, a hint of disbelief mingling with hope as he gazes at you, unspoken words trembling on his lips. And in that moment, you realize that there’s no need for more words.

You surge forward, capturing his lips in a fierce, unrestrained kiss. It’s hard, almost desperate, and every ounce of feeling he’s kept bottled up seems to crash over both of you at once. Riddle’s arms wrap around you, and he clings to you as if he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

He kisses you back with the same intensity, almost a little shyly at first, but it quickly deepens into something far more passionate. His hand slips up to cup the side of your face, and you can feel his fingers tremble ever so slightly as he pulls you closer, kissing you like he’s wanted to for far too long.

When you finally part, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting together as you catch your breath. Riddle’s eyes are shining, his lips swollen from the kiss, his face flushed.

He looks at you with a kind of wonder, like he’s still not entirely certain this is real, and then, almost shyly, he whispers, “I didn’t… I didn’t know it could feel like this.” His voice is soft, reverent, as if he’s savoring each word, the remnants of his vulnerability lingering.

Leona Kingscholar

It sneaks up on Leona, this feeling he doesn't know what to name. At first, he thinks it's just irritation—that persistent gnawing that comes with your endless presence. You’re always around, talking, laughing, pulling him into things he swears he doesn’t care about. He assumes it’s only a matter of time before he finally snaps. But then you’re not there one day, and the world feels off-kilter.

He spends that entire afternoon restless, eyes flickering toward every entrance as if expecting you to walk through it. But you don’t. The gardens are too quiet, his naps too still, and he’s left with a strange emptiness that he can’t shake off.

The next day, you’re there again, and the weight lifts. He scowls when he catches himself relaxing, brushing it off, but it keeps happening. Days pass, and it’s clear—he misses you. This realization grates on him, bothers him in a way nothing else has. How could he, Leona Kingscholar, find himself so wrapped up in someone else?

Then, today, he’s back in his usual spot in the garden, the shade cooling his skin as he lounges, pretending to nap. He can hear your footsteps before he sees you, and he opens one eye as you approach, carrying a basket of food, smiling that soft, familiar smile of yours.

"Thought you’d like something to eat," you say, setting the basket down with that easy grace of yours that makes his chest ache.

And that’s it. That ache in his chest spills over, and he can’t hold it back anymore. It all comes rushing out, like a dam breaking.

"Why?" he says, his voice rougher than he intended. "Why do you keep coming here, even when I’ve given you every reason not to?" He’s sitting up now, leaning toward you, the intensity in his eyes making you blink.

He huffs, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "I thought you were a nuisance at first. Always hanging around, always in my space." His voice drops lower, rougher, almost as if he’s frustrated with himself. "But the truth is… I’m the one who’s a mess without you. You leave, and everything just… feels wrong."

There’s a pause, and he looks down, jaw clenched, hands clenched in his lap. "I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I don’t care anymore. All I know is… I want you here. Always." He raises his gaze to yours, the desperation flickering in his eyes a vulnerability that catches even him off guard.

Your heart swells, and as his words sink in, a smile breaks across your face. Tears well up in your eyes, unbidden, but you can’t help it. Before you know it, you’re leaning in, cupping his face, and pressing your lips to his in a kiss that’s as gentle as it is profound. The warmth of him, the rough texture of his skin against yours, grounds you, and you kiss him deeply, tasting the intensity of his feelings, the rawness he’s bared just for you.

As you pull back, his thumb brushes across your cheek, catching a stray tear. He leans forward, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, his own lips brushing lightly against the salt of your tears. "Even that," he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble, "even the taste of you like this… I want it all."

And you hold him close, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your palm, realizing that this is where you both belong.

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The birth of the Dawn and the Dusk

synopsis: You planned your husband’s birthday months ago and even so something happens to not go according to the script.

pairing and characters: Diluc x fem!reader, your twin sons Rufus and Lucas, Alberich family (Kaeya, his wife and daughter Callie), Adelinde

tw: established relatioships, domestic moment, pregnancy stuff, fluff, a little bit hurt/comfort

word count: 10.8k+ words

author’s note: so late for my man’s birthday,,, But I am happy this one is finally out! Also there is a surprise at the end of the fic~ Hope you’ll enjoy everything!!!

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You feel so tired. Body aches and eyes hurt - you barely managed to fall asleep tonight, keeping your husband awake too to coax you into a state of slumber. This also added emotional stress, the clawing guilt for depriving him of sleep right before such a meaningful and happy day, but the man kept lovingly reassuring you that he didn’t mind and would support and comfort you always, especially now, when you are so vulnerable, just days away from welcoming your baby into this world.

Diluc was nothing but a saint throughout both of your pregnancies. However, while the first one was challenging for him too, because he was worried about the new role he’d have to fulfill and if he’d do it successfully, this one was easier on his end, so he channeled all his energy to you, being there for every step and every time you got overwhelmed, which, at first, happened way too often. Your other two kids used to be all over you asking questions about their unborn sibling, and while you love your angels to death, you truly do, - your hormones and their vigor sometimes created a bad mix. Luckily, it quickly got better, because Diluc took his time to explain to your boys why their mommy might be emotional or look really really tired, and that she isn’t upset with them and they need to be more careful around her. After that, the three of them became your anchor, with boys cuddling to you quietly to soothe and console you every opportunity they had, and Diluc arranging everything for your utmost comfort.

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i can’t believe i fell for it

— how to woo the acting grand sage 101

wherein you pull out all the stops in an effort to persuade alhaitham on why he should date you, only… he woos you instead?!

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 7.8k wc, fluff, (attempts at) humour, angst if you squint, reader gets ill from overwork in one part, slight spoilers for 3.2 archon quest (brief mentions/recap of end events)

A/N : reader is struggling but they’re trying their best, alhaitham is a (smitten) menace and bad at feelings (kinda); the embodiment of u fall first, he falls harder (i just think we need more energetic/cute readers with haitham TヘT)

It wasn’t anything special. Really. Just you, your first day jitters, and the calm boy beside you in his Haravatat beret; the same one as yours.

Perhaps he’d noticed your flitting eyes, your shifting feet, or your wrung hands that swung gently in front of your robe-clad body because, when your eyes met (and, oh, what pretty eyes he had), he gave you a small nod. Of what? Comfort? Acknowledgement? Salutations?

You couldn’t tell, and you couldn’t ask. By the time you regained your senses he’d already walked off, the blank space beside you feeling strangely empty.

It wasn’t anything special.

But to you, that one, singular moment was all you needed; the comfort it gave was immeasurable, your first day jitters nonexistent.

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