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Tokyo Revengers (beach ver.) click and drag game!

warnings: flashing images

includes: tokyo manji gang plus former members

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Hi~ could you write something about reader working in an maid cafe and how there boyfriend reacts to it if possible with Draken, Mikey and Baji ?

I hope you know what I mean because I’m not got at writing in English because it’s not my first language

THEY FIND OUT S/O WORKS IN A MAID CAFE

characters — draken, mikey, baji

extras — gn!reader, errors?

a/n — dont worry I understood everything and I hope I did this to your liking. thx for requesting<33

「 Draken 」

Draken, your boyfriend, along with his friends decided on going to a maid cafe that not too long ago opened for business. Before they left they did draw straws and draken lost which meant he had to pay for everyone.

As the rest of them left, he grumbled on his way to the front counter and to his surprise he saw his s/o in a black and white maid costume that hugged their figure quite well showing off... everything, and he couldn't help but think they looked dumb and weird yet amazingly sexy at the same time?

It's a new sight to see, it's slightly odd to him. He never expected you to work here but can't deny that he's not liking it.

When you look at him you see his cheeks dusted in light pink and his eyes scanning your figure repeatedly.

Draken could not stop staring at you and he didn't even hear you calling his name back to back, it wasn't until you stretched yourself over the counter to poke at his shoulder, he came back to his senses.

"It suits you... it's sexy." That's not exactly what he wanted to say but it was the first thing that came out of his mouth. "I'm sorry!"

Now he's caught everyone's attention but you're calmly staring at him. It didn't really bother you, you've said countless times to his face that he's hot, sexy, gorgeous while smacking his ass, but draken gets flustered pretty easily at times despite you both being together for so long.

"It's ok ken. What are you doing here though? I didn't see you as someone to come to a cafe like this." He opened his mouth about to respond to your speculation but you beat him to it.

"Were you planning to cheat on me with someone else?" His face instantly turned cold, visibly pissed at what you just said. He would never.

He placed the money on the counter, turned around and made his way out of the cafe, not wanting to deal with your false accusations.

But you texted him that you loved him and that you'll be sleeping over at his place to which he replied with:

😒I love you too.

And make one of the special sandwiches for me.

A sandwich that your job sold.

「 Mikey 」

The cafe had a sign outside showing that they were selling his favourite snack for a limited time and being who he is he parked his bike close by and went inside.

Entering, he was greeted by a maid ushering him to an empty table. He was slightly confused, he didn't look at the sign displaying the restaurant's name which noticeably had the word maid and cafe in it. He thought it was a regular cafe but he stayed anyway.

You came out to take his order and the cheekiest smile he could muster takes over his face. What he would do to take a picture of you right then and there and tease you about it later, but he left his phone at home.

It's not only to tease you, oh no. Mikey loves you so much to the point it's unbelievable. When he sits down and thinks it over he's actually a simp at times, he's just a lazy simp, and he would love to capture this moment because you look so adorable.

He'll come by again if he remembers the location.

"You look cute y/n."

"Thank you. What would you like to order?"

The entire time he's ogling you and you could feel his eyes on you along with his stupid smirk. He's even calling you over to ask questions about your job. Who made your uniform, what do the posters on the wall mean, will you wear this for me at home and serve me?

When you placed his order onto the table, he pulls you to sit next to him despite you having to work, and you were also the only maid working at that time due to the other's shift coming to an end.

"You already served everyone so you could take a short break." He was right, you did serve everyone already, it was also one of your slow days so you humoured him."

"Open." He held his dorayaki near your mouth for you to take a bite.

That's how the rest of your shift went, him feeding you little pieces of his snack, when someone came and swooped you away from him he'd patiently wait for you in his seat while looking out the glass window.

When your shift is finally over, he drove you home and wished you good night.

The next time he visited, he got a few pictures. He posted one to social media with him showing the camera a peace sign while you sipped on a drink, not paying the slightest attention to mikey.

「 Baji 」

He sees you as soon as he enters the cafe. His eyes are on you hard. He's waiting for you to look at him to see what you'd say when you approach his table.

He's basically mugging you. Lowky looking a bit scary to any of the other customers who caught a glimpse of him.

Only him and chifuyu came, the cafe being a cat and maid cafe was what drew them in, the cat part mostly.

The kitten baji had in his hand was long forgotten but chifuyu's not paying much attention to him whatsoever, too distracted by the kittens surrounding him as if he was their mother. He's a cat dad. mom

But anyway, some random guy you were waiting, started getting a bit closer to you, moving his chair closer to you and consistently drawing mindlessly on the back of your hand despite you moving it multiple times.

You were obviously uncomfortable, any customer that happened to look in your direction could clearly see your discomfort and baji was the first to see due to his previous staring.

"Chifuyu?" The boy raised his head to see baji stretching and smoothing out his pants.

"I'll be back. I have to handle a... situation." His curiosity got the best of him and as he looked past his dark haired friend, he saw the reason behind this sudden situation. Abandoning the kittens in his hands, he viewed the possible commotion that's about to take place.

The stranger glimpsed baji walking up behind you and his once persistent hand slowly quivered back to its side as he forced a smile.

Baji had put on his intimidating face and he didn't expect it to work as fast as it did, but he's grateful.

Slinging his arm around your waist with the other doing the same, he turned you to him and took you in for a hug with your back to the stranger so he could give them a teasing look. You thought that the hug and the fact that he was at your job was so random because you never told him about it

He heard the stranger mutter, they weren't even all that anyway, under his breath and baji was ready to launch himself at the guy but you pulled him outside.

When you pulled him outside he immediately bombarded you with questions from, are you ok, to, why didn't you tell me you were working here? But he does visit quite often either with chifuyu or on his own. Whenever he does, he tries to have his eyes on you at all times and makes you spend your breaks with him.

He even waits for your shift to end so he could take you home. Also picks you up almost every day unless he's busy. He was honestly kinda mad at you for not telling him you were working there because he wanted to help you as much as he can, even if it's just being your transportation.

❥ ⟆ masterlist

This is too good seriously too good holy shit....

put a ring on it.

premise. snippets of daily life between a humble servant and an increasingly clingy master.

word count. 5.2k

note. reader full of snark + dumbass in love ayato = gratuitous amount of banter. i have to say that ayato never goes out of line though, and you're not actually bothered by his advances; you're just a massive tsundere.

“With all due respect, I don't believe being your headrest is part of my duty, my lord.”

“Is that so?”

The noncommittal response pointedly marks the end of his acknowledgement as Ayato makes no effort to sit up, remaining slumped against your frame. His head rests upon your shoulder, a ticklish sensation blooming where the junction between your neck and chin meet. Pale blue hair trail prickling heat where it grazes your skin, an itch you can't quite scratch away.

Even so, the discomfort doesn't reflect on your face, frigid expression carefully layered with blankness. His sinking weight fails to impede your immaculate posture, refined poise a great disparity from his leisurely disposition. It paints an odd picture, the ordinarily faultless heir lacking decorum. Though granted the freedom to do as he wishes in the private confines of his room, it is a mystery why a servant such as you is... graciously permitted to bask in his exclusive company. In the private confines of his room. You feel the need to emphasize that detail.

In his hands lays a scroll concerning governmental affairs, urgent matters that demand his attention, so you can't begin to comprehend why he insists on using this time to harass reward a lowly servant with his valuable presence when there is business to attend to.

He leans more of his weight to your side, and he—you nearly sputter indignantly—mimics an action that can almost be described as nuzzling. “Mhm. This is convenient for me, since I've hardly found the time to rest today. Do you find it intolerable?”

Ignoring the last bit, you advise, “Perhaps it would be more effective if you were to rest in your chambers. I will come call when the Kanjou Commission asks for you.”

He pretends to consider it for a moment, the silence filled with the quiet jingle of wind chimes. Predictably, the corners of his mouth hook up to a smile. “I would prefer to stay, if you don't mind?”

Resigned to your fate, you can only say, “Of course not, my lord.”

For reasons you cannot fathom, the head of the Kamisato household harbors a strong attachment to you.

In normal circumstances, this fact would be taken as great news; presently, you are little more than puzzled and unfeeling. Rather than delight, dread stirs in your stomach whenever he calls your name in a volume louder than necessary—a conscious decision, you presume, since he seems to interact with other servants just fine. Curt and polite, keeping his words concise, preventing further delay from addressing his responsibilities.

Had you not known better, you wouldn't be able to identify him as the same man who indulges in trivialities when he invites you to share snacks, engaging in frivolous chatter over tea and pastries. With increasing frequency nonetheless, and with varying refreshments each time to boot, ranging from an assortment of wagashi. Strawberry daifuku on one tea break, mizu-yokan on the next, sakura mochi on the day after that... You've been serving him for a considerable amount of time, but he's never been much of a sweet tooth until as of late.

Ayato hums thoughtfully, savoring the sweet taste on his tongue. “The mild flavor is pleasant. I believe it might be to your liking.”

He offers you a cup, steam curling above the warm brew. The pink beverage glistens beneath the sunlight, rippling with movement when you take it into your hands. It doesn't require much thinking to conclude the tea leaves must've cost a fortune, but it leaves you plenty of questions just as well. Why would a benefactor give you a taste of luxury?

But you would be a fool not to appreciate it while it lasts, so you lift the cup for a sip.

The flavor of spring bursts in your mouth, fragrant and tasting of sweet nectar. Your frosty guise wavers under the bribery, bliss crossing your face before your lips quirk up to a small, almost imperceptible smile.

Deeming your elated reaction satisfactory, Ayato nudges the plate of confections towards your side of the table. “Eat. They pair well with the tea.”

Who are you to say no to your lord? Therefore, the correct choice must be to gratefully accept his gifts!

(Distracted by desserts, you fail to see his amusement in the way you stuff your cheeks full adorably like a chipmunk.

But he's aware it's not the right time yet, so he suppresses the urge to pinch your face.)

Kamisato Ayato is often praised for his intellect and cunning mind, but sometimes you wonder if he'd finally gone stupid after all that overthinking.

“My hand feels cold,” he laments, as if he hadn't chucked away his gloves ten seconds prior. “Can I hold yours for a moment?”

Ayaka, for her part, looks ashamed on her brother's behalf. With a graceful flick of her wrist, her fan snaps open and obscures the mortified expression on her face. Thoma's bottom lip quivers, valiantly repressing his bubbling laughter though he turns quite ugly in the process.

Sending a prayer to the heavens, you hope your face looks as unreadable as you think it to be. “...I'll fetch you a pair of gloves,” you say, side-stepping the pair he just abandoned on the floor.

“Mhm. That won't be necessary,” he counters, tugging on the edge of your sleeve. “You see, I heard those granted Pyro Visions have warmer body temperature...”

That is undoubtedly a lie he conjures up on the spot.

“...So I was hoping to sate my curiosity today,” he finishes, looking far too pleased with himself. Ayaka avoids your gaze when your eyes sweep past her (she absolutely knows it's an idiotic idea because going by that logic, she should have a colder temperature... but that is obviously not the case), and Thoma is blatantly ignoring your requests for assistance, whistling an awkward tune.

You have half a mind to shift the duty to another retainer similarly bearing a Pyro Vision, who is currently trying his hardest to stifle his pained grunts when you pinch his forearm admonishingly, but there's really no way out of this. Ayato would undoubtedly craft another bullshit reason to coax you anyway. (A part of you thinks it might be fun to keep up the charade just to hear what he'd say next.)

“Right.” You hold up your hand, and Ayato's eyes flicker with mischief. His slender fingers wrap around your wrist, brushing over the jut of your bone. He marvels at the size of it, dwarfed by his large hands, and he curls his fingers tighter.

...He doesn't seem to be assessing your temperature.

But you are mindful of his, a searing heat devouring your senses. His light touches settle heavily on your skin, a prominent warmth amidst the cold gale. Where his fingers rest leave imprints of fire, trails of scorched ash in his wake.

Experimentally, his thumb rubs circles on your palm, tracing over the lines. He rolls the soft flesh, staring at the small cuts and calluses with an attentive eye. Burning the image into his mind. Fiddling with the shape of your fingers. Then, following a brief hitch of his breath, he fits his own in the spaces between yours.

His hand is soft, you think to yourself. Without the presence of leather, it is fully bare, pale and dusted with pink. His knuckles are pronounced, palm surprisingly unscarred in spite of vigorous sword practice, but a writer's callus lay on his ring finger. It is easy to imagine his frame hunched over his desk, pen between his fingers, ink running dry from writing back to missives and signing endless contracts.

(And responding to engagement offers. You would know. They clutter his workspace, scented letters branded by wax seals of a distinguished family's emblem.

He barely throws a cursory glance at them before giving his never changing answer.)

When he gives your hand a squeeze, you finally ask, “Is it warm?”

“Yes.” He sounds somewhat strangled, there, less confident than he was before he took your hand. “Very warm.”

He reluctantly parts with it, stepping back to reduce your close proximity. Ayaka fans herself as she scrutinizes his reddening complexion, and Thoma—partial to the lord, you see, even though he wasn't very eager to lend you a hand before—makes some excuse about a meeting he has to attend to (some beetle fight with Itto, most likely) and if you'd kindly excuse their presence.

“...Please pardon my brother's strange behavior,” Ayaka murmurs when only the both of you remain in the room. “He could be quite straightforward when his curiosity is piqued. He doesn't have weird intentions, really.”

She doesn't appear to believe it herself, but you appreciate her attempts to clean up Ayato's mess.

“It's no trouble, milady.” You flash a placating smile for good measure, reaching down to collect the discarded gloves Thoma nearly tripped on in his way out. “But I'm afraid I'll have to take my leave now as well...”

“Yes, of course! You may go.”

Following her affirmation, you scramble to take a duster and retreat to clean the library.

Mercifully, she doesn't comment on your flushed cheeks and colored ears. (There's only so much composure you can exhaust within one day.)

For all that you (privately) complain about the extensive list of chores to tackle in the Kamisato Estate, you find tending to the garden fairly enjoyable. Alas, you can't exactly spend the whole day pruning the shrubbery; the smile on your face drops immediately when you're sent to go on a shopping trip. Worse still, with no one to assist you in carrying the groceries. Thoma had already promised to accompany Ayaka for a mission, and everyone else is busy preparing for the Kamisato head's upcoming business trip.

Said Kamisato head is apparently “free” and “has the spare time to help” despite being the one who should be busy holing himself up in his office.

Regardless of your protests, Ayato insisted on tagging along to the market. Which brings you to your current situation, your employer dutifully carrying bundles of cloth and a basket of radishes and carrots with an easygoing smile, while your hands remain empty. He is... considerate, if you were to speak in flowery words. He is stubborn, if you were to be blunt.

However, he is relatively obedient, save for the handful of times he rushes off to chase something that caught his eye. As a result, he keeps purchasing cheap trinkets he'll probably have no use for and his pocket is brimming of candy he sometimes stuffs your mouth with when you have something to scold him for. (To be fair, it's very effective for shutting you up.)

“Please don't interrupt me from speaking,” your words are partly muffled, mouth still chewing on the confection. Ayato smiles innocently, pressing another piece of sugar to your lips.

“Where are we headed next?” He questions, looking around the bustling streets as he tucks the jar of konpeito in his sleeve. “Do you still have vegetables you need to buy?”

You shake your head. “No, the cook said he's only missing radishes and carrots in particular. I've also gotten the materials needed to mend clothes Thoma asked for.”

He deflates at that, disappointment painting his expression. “I suppose we're returning, then?”

You purse your lips, considering your options. It wasn't like you were told to come back an appointed time, and you could always blame Ayato for your tardiness... “Does my lord wish to visit anywhere specifically?”

The river of stars in his eyes twinkle ever so slightly, flashing a thinly-veiled childish gleam. “Not anything I could think of at the top of my head. Do you have any recommendations in mind?”

“Recommendations?”

“Places you like to visit.”

During your free time, you usually look around to shop for clothing or accessories... but they're nowhere near the quality befitting of nobles. The yukata isn't tailored to your size, made from cheaper cloth of cotton, and aren't as decorative to what your lord is used to; it's what makes it affordable. Whereas Ayato is often dressed in luxurious silks, embellished with golden thread and customized to his liking.

“It's no harm to bring you there... I guess.” you scratch your cheek. “Though I can't guarantee you'll like it.”

“Nonsense.” He smiles amicably. He reaches for the basket before you can grab it, gesturing for you to start walking. “I'm sure I'll have a good time regardless where it is.”

And... he does. He marvels at the extravagant brocades displayed at boutiques, wondering how one could possibly wear so many heavy layers. Though he doesn't buy clothes for himself, he decides to buy a cute purse he thinks his sister would appreciate.

Ayato expresses interest in ornaments and cosmetics as well, to which the shop owner proceeds to happily introduce her entire catalogue for a man she knows has deep pockets. He doesn't disappoint.

“You don't want anything?” He asks when you only answer his questions pertaining to Ayaka's preferences, two steps behind, never taking the opportunity to roam and search for potential additions in your wardrobe.

It's not that you haven't seen anything you'd like to take home, per se. More like everything is too expensive for your pocket money in this high-end portion of town. “No,” you say instead, because it's easier to explain that way.

He tilts his head inquisitively, but doesn't push the topic. “Help me choose a hair pin then. You know what fits Ayaka best.”

He leads you to the display case housing rows of hair ornaments, each one more remarkable than the next. The last one, undoubtedly the most costly whose price would make you weep, teeters on the edge of gaudy. Adorned with silver butterflies, tear drop sapphires, gems delicately shaped like dewy petals and white pearls sitting atop carved gold, they almost blind your eyes.

“...She'd look beautiful in everything,” is the conclusion you come to, because you speak nothing but the truth. “But please don't buy everything. She will get mad at you.”

“I know,” he sighs. “That's why I needed your help picking one.”

You almost drill holes to the items with how hard you're staring at them, but you eventually point at the pin with pink blossoms. “This would contrast nicely with her hair.”

“Mhm. If you say so,” he hums approvingly, tracing the sculpted leaves.

“Then if that's all, I'll go pay...”

“Ah, which reminds me.” He spins on his heel to face you, lips shaped into an apologetic smile. “I'm nearly running out of parchment paper. Could you stop by the stationery store up front? I'll handle things from here and meet you by the entrance.”

“Of course, my lord.”

On your way outside, you resolutely do not allow your curious gaze to steer towards the tables of sparkling jewelry.

--

The trip back to the estate is uneventful, and the rest of the afternoon passes like any other.

Perhaps the only inconsistency in your repetitive days is the accidental nap you fall into, blanketed in warm rays of sunshine and caressed by the refreshing breeze slipping past ajar doors, your cheek resting on the surface of the table you were supposed to be cleaning. How uncouth of me, you think as you wipe your mouth to check for signs of drool. Your only respite is not having anyone witness you in such a state, otherwise you would've long been rudely awakened and received an earful of chastising.

...Is what you think, until you spot a foreign ring you definitely do not recall putting on.

It curls around your finger, dotted with crystals in a hue of blue you're all too familiar with. You see it everyday, gleaming in mischief, darkening with intrigue. Framed by long, long lashes, crinkling at the corners when filled with mirth. Crashing waves turned to frost at the slighest hint of displeasure, yet inexplicably gentle the moment it meets your eyes.

(You wonder if this is why he insisted on touching your hands so much, just to roughly measure your ring size.)

“I hope you fare well during my absence. Fear not, I will do my best not to prolong my leave.”

The way his words sound so self-assured and full of conviction doesn't sit well with you, and the genuine pity reflected in his irises almost makes your eyebrow twitch. You hadn't even spoken a word before he began his theatrics.

“Take as long as you need,” you reassure him. “My lord mustn't rush his work.”

He wilts, but he perks right back up, “No need to put up a front. I'll come back for you.”

Incorrigible.

“Then I await your safe return.” You bow deeply as you swallow back a sigh of defeat, the other servants lined up on either side of the street moving accordingly.

“Please be careful,” Ayaka bids when she walks in front of him. “I've heard of bandits intercepting carriages to steal... I don't mean to undermine your abilities, but you should still be vigilant of trouble.”

Ayato laughs at that. “You don't have to worry, Ayaka. They'll sooner surrender before they lay a single scratch on me.” Glancing at the luggage being loaded on his carriage, he grimaces. “I better get going. I'll see you all in three weeks.”

He climbs to the interior, giving you a final smile before closing the door. You stare at the carriage until it fully disappears, the trotting of horses out of earshot. When Thoma begins to walk back to the estate, you fall into step with him, matching his strides.

“The lord hasn't left for this long in a while,” he comments, to which you hum in agreement. “Think you'll miss him?”

“Three weeks is hardly a long time,” you retort back, complacent for the rare period of peace to follow the next month. “He'll return in no time, as if he'd never been gone in the first place.”

Thoma eyes you strangely at that, but says no more. “If you say so.”

--

The first day is bliss. No disruptions in your work, no unwanted conversation partner as a distraction, no midnight snacks needed to be prepared for the clan head a weird mix between workaholic and slacker.

The second day proves to be the same. No incessant chatter in your ear as you sweep the floor, no complaints for a stack of paperwork to be done within the day, no sudden requests of a shoulder massage for a job well done deserving of a reward.

The third day, you feel like your schedule is lacking, blank spots of free time sprinkled in between.

Ah, right. The tea breaks.

You tell yourself you only miss the fragrant tea, the selection of treats given to you by the young master's generosity. Not his thoughtful commentary for the taste, the chuckles spilling from his lips when you respond to his quips, the brief moments of eye contact before you resume your respective duties.

The fourth day, you're sent to hang the laundry. You tell yourself you don't miss a certain someone's abrupt appearance, poking a head through the sheets to startle you, huffing bright peals of laughter when he attains his desired reaction.

The fifth day, the cook requests your help to prep dinner. My lord doesn't like this dish, the sentence almost leaves your tongue as your eyes track down the recipe when you remember right, he's not here, and milady likes this dish, so it's one of the few chances she gets to eat it.

The sixth day, you clean his office. You organize the account books, restock his collection of pens and paper, and shuffle through his mail to sort them by category (definitely not noting down the number of letters asking for his hand in marriage). Your face flushes slightly when an unassuming bookmark falls out of a book you pick up from the floor, familiar flowers pressed thinly to fit between the pages. (You had only given those flowers on a whim, plucking fresh blossoms from plants you grew outside the Kamisato's garden. You didn't think he'd keep it around; they're not nearly as fancy as what his family owns.)

By the seventh day, you check the calendar and determine time is a social construct. There is no way it's only been seven days.

--

“How do I look?”

“Positively charming,” you say dryly.

“You're not looking.”

Your eyes flit to Thoma's attire. “I am.”

He shakes his head, taking off the robes he'd been trying on. “You're always daydreaming nowadays. What are you thinking about?”

Reminiscing the last time you visited this clothing store, which is when you brought the young master in your shopping trip. But he doesn't need to know that. “It's nothing. Are you buying it?”

“Since you kindly gave an approving opinion, sure.” His tone drips with sarcasm as he takes out his money pouch, paying for the clothes. “I think I don't need the answer from you, actually. I'm confident I have an accurate guess.”

Your eyebrows knit together. “What do you mean by that?”

“Who else would linger in your mind?” Thoma sighs in dramatic fashion, stepping out of the premises with you not far behind. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder, after all.”

Bristling, you vehemently refute, “I'm not thinking inappropriately of the lord, if that's what you're implying.”

“I didn't mention any names.”

“But you clearly meant him.”

He holds up his hands. “If that's what you want to believe, suit yourself.”

His gaze drops to the ring wrapped around your finger. The ring had been a topic of interest for the gossip mongers within the estate, wondering who you could've received it from; what other implications can wearing a ring have? Your cold exterior is no secret, your heart guarded with thorns, so who was able to sweep you off your feet in the end?

Thoma only needed one look at the shade of blue to make a correct guess.

“...I'm sure at this point, you know of his intentions,” Thoma says slowly. “And I have plenty of reasons to believe his affections aren't entirely unrequited.”

If they were, you would have brushed off Ayato already, just like you always do with the others. He may be persistent, but he knows how to back off. Yet the most you do is sigh and spoil him, albeit in (fond) exasperation.

“Even if they aren't...” you fidget with the hem of your shirt, averting your gaze from his blazing eyes, “...it doesn't mean we'll work. I'm certain he has better prospects for a spouse, anyway.”

“You mean those daughters from noble families?” He snorts. “He'd barely give them the time of day before running back to you. You should know that by now. Don't you remember when he faked being sick in that lunch meeting so you could take care of him?”

Of course you do. He had pretended to be in a dizzy spell, collapsing on your shoulder and making furtive hand signals asking for your help to get the lovesick maiden off his back. There really is no way to reject people like her without offending his business associate, so he tended to evade confrontations in roundabout ways.

You could excuse his clingy behavior out of necessity; it would be disgraceful to collapse on the floor, after all. The problem lies with the aftermath where you had already steered clear of the trouble but he insists on requiring treatment, body calculatively feeble as he gives you woeful pleas.

In another world, perhaps this would've been a heart-rending experience: a cold man who didn't share his burdens with others asking help from you specifically, because you were special and he trusted you the most.

In this world though, the act is only deserving of a derisive snort. He'd pulled off this plot for who knows how many times. How would holding your hand help with his throbbing headache anyway?

(You ignore the fact you indulge him each time regardless.)

“In any case, the lord is returning in a week. Not much time left for you to mope,” he laughs, even as you elbow his side.

A week.

(That is one week too long.)

--

When Ayato returns five days short of three weeks, you aren't there to greet him.

Instead, you are sick in bed, bundled in a pile of blankets, and suffering from a stuffy nose.

Ah, and delirious from fever. Very much so.

So when Ayato miraculously appears in your bedroom earlier than scheduled, you only sniffed in response and brushed him off as a hallucination.

But of course, your dismissive attitude isn't enough to discourage him from pestering you and running his mouth. He hovers by your bedside, noting with glee that you keep his ring on a nightstand closeby. “This is rare. I don't think I've ever seen you ill.”

But you've seen him plenty, frail and weak after days straight of sleepless nights. He doesn't look too pretty in such a mood, quick-tempered and sharp-tongued at the slightest annoyance. He only ever softens when your expression flits to dismay for a fraction of a second before offering him prescribed medicine from the family's physician.

“How are you this annoying even in my dreams...”

As it turns out, you're even more of a worse case than he is.

“Mhm. Your filter is completely shut down when you're sick, huh.” Ayato laughs, amused at the surprising revelation. He doesn't get to be the receiving end of your blunt words very often. “Alright. How bad do you feel right now?”

“Terrible, since it's the ass crack of dawn.”

It is not the ass crack of dawn, but you wouldn't know any better with the curtains drawn. “Do you have an appetite? I'll have a servant bring a meal.” Then, he slyly adds, “I can feed you, if you want me to.”

He doesn't know which part of that statement appeals to you the most but you sit up straight, attentive.

Interesting.

Though Ayato had meant it in jest, he has no complaints scooping spoonfuls of porridge to bring to your lips. He patiently coaxes you into drinking the bitter medicine after, quickly soothing you with bite-sized cut fruit to wash away the acrid taste.

“Good job,” he compliments, chuckling when you glow at the praise. Your lips are shiny with juice, trickling from the corner of your mouth.

Absent-mindedly, his hand lifts to caress your cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping it away. You jolt, a startled sound escaping you, and you hasten to clamp a hand over his mouth.

He blinks at you owlishly, dumbfounded.

“Don't,” you speak, your face decorated with a lovely pink. “You'll... you'll get sick.”

Ayato takes an embarrassing amount of time to process what that means. However, when he does, you can feel him grin beneath your fingers. He takes your hand, his huff of laughter tickling your palm.

“I thought we were in a dream? You don't get sick from kisses in dreams,” he teases, pressing a light kiss to your wrist. Your heart stutters in bewilderment but you make no move to pull away, only twitching when he kisses your fingertips.

“It's better to be careful...” your brows knit together, and he kisses the crease away too.

“Okay. Let's do it next time then, when you're truly awake.” He gently pushes you to your back, fluffing up the pillows for your comfort and tucking you in the blankets. Then, indulgently, he presses a final kiss to the crown of your head. “Rest well so I can get that kiss sooner, hm?”

“That's a stupid reason to recover...” you murmur defiantly, stubbornly blinking your drooping eyes open.

In the end, you fall asleep to the sound of his laughter, the fingers combing through your hair, and the rhythmic beat in his chest.

--

When you wake up, you admonish yourself for having such a shameless subconscious, but you acknowledge that you had a good dream.

Then your eyes land on a pair of discarded gloves on your nightstand, one that you remember Ayato putting away before he began to spoonfeed you your meal.

...Fuck.

“With all due respect, I don't believe being your headrest is part of my duty, my lord.”

A thoughtful hum answers you, preceded by a curious glance at your expression. Your legs are folded underneath you, back straight and eyes overlooking the garden instead of the weight resting on your lap. You can feel him shift, turning over where he faces against the porch, his robes wrinkling where it lay below.

“Are you suddenly becoming shy because a maidservant passed by?” He places down the novel in his hands on the wooden floorboards, watching your face burn in embarrassment. “I doubt this is the first time she's seen us, though.”

“My apologies. I'm not as thick-skinned as you are.”

“I'd prefer the term 'proud,'” he pokes the sash around your waist, smiling cheekily. “Who wouldn't want to show off their lover?”

He feels you stiffen, sees the flush of pink crawling outwards to the tips of your ears. “It's inappropriate. We're in a public setting.”

“That's only because you refuse to enter my chambers,” Ayato sighs and you look positively mortified. “I wouldn't ravage you, if that's what you're worried about?”

“My lord, please be reasonable. Whether you do or not, I will still be seen as your bed warmer. Did milady not advise us to be discreet? Inazuma would be in an uproar if they learned you were... you were...” you purse your lips, unable to spit the last word.

“Wedded.”

“I'm afraid we haven't gone that far, my lord,” you deadpan.

“So will you consider it?”

“My lord.”

“What?”

You give him a look, and he sighs in acquiescence. But he turns to face the opposite direction, expression hidden fron view. You can practically hear the pout in his voice, “I see. [Name] only sees me as a fling. My heart breaks to know this bliss is short-lived, but I will cherish our remaining time together.”

He's begun his theatrics again, you think tiredly, accustomed to his stunts. “In any case, we must be careful. We never know who has loose lips around here...”

He's still not facing you, resolutely looking away.

...Is he sulking for real? Was that a genuine marriage proposal?

“My lord?” You call out softly, in a lover's tender voice. He doesn't respond. Quieter, you whisper to his ear, “Ayato?” yet that doesn't earn a reaction either.

You start to panic, wondering if you were acting too indifferently. The change in your relationship had been a recent one, and you're still settling in a period of adjustment; even if you wanted to properly flirt with him like normal lovers do, bickering came more naturally to you.

You reach for his shoulder, hoping to turn him over and see his face. But then he catches your wrist, and you only have a second to catch a glimpse of his triumphant smirk before he captures your lips in a chaste kiss.

“Mhm, I see. So you're more considerate towards me when we're dating,” he cheerfully notes, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear as if he can't see the way your shocked gaze morphs into a cold glare. “I truly am privileged.”

“Incorrigible.” The word drips with poison, but he laughs and kisses you again, thumbing at the ring around your finger.

“Too bad you're stuck with me forever, huh?”

I've finally found it, thank you for writing baal i love him sm <3

Hii, I seen you were talking requests for unholy blood and I got excited!, my friend has been looking all over for fics for this webtoon so I wanted to request something for her!. would you be able to do a friends to lovers with Baal , he's one of her favorite characters <3 im not sure if u do name inserts or y/ns but if you do allow name inserts hers is Nyx! thank you!! so much!

hey there! I don't really have a problem with name inserts but since there is little to no content on Unholy Blood, I thought it would be better to do a reader insert for anyone who is looking for fics as well (although I tried not to mention "y/n" either). I hope it's okay, thank you so much for your request!!<3 I love Baal

Pairing: Unholy blood Baal x reader.

Warnings: Very slight spoilers of the ending.

Friends to lovers with Baal:

You actually met Baal before he became a vampire.

You had agreed to go to this magic show with your friend.

Ya'll had just finished all of your scheduled exams and you figured that you really needed a break.

Normally, you would go drinking or partying at the red bomb club since it was what all the other students did.

But your friend had insisted on going to the new magic show everyone was talking about.

Magicians and all of that stuff wasn't really your thing but you didn't have anything better to do.

You couldn´t quite comprehend where the hype for this show was coming from. Especially all these young people interested on it.

Wasn't this type of thing for families with little kids? Or for old people?

Anyways. You were already there so it was better to try to enjoy it a bit.

And oh boy...

It was amazing.

You had never seen anything like it! It wasn't like all those magic shows where you can clearly see or undertand the trick behind it.

It was truly incredible. Everything seemed impossible to achieve, and yet, the magician acted as if he could do it with his eyes closed. As if it was nothing.

You had never been more impressed with anything in your entire life.

So when the show ended, you just needed to tell this surreal person hoy much you liked it.

You approached the charismatic magician when some girls who asked for his autograph were leaving.

"Excuse me! I just wanted to say that that was absolutely incredible. The way you made a whole ass table disappear? Wow."

And before you realized it, you were babbling in front of this complete stranger.

The magician looked at you with great intrigue in his eyes.

He honestly thought it was very funny how freaked out you were and he figured that you probably didn't come to this type of shows often.

You seemed genuinely impressed.

Baal wasn't fond of people. In fact, he didn't like people one bit.

But, for the first time in his life, there was someone who was being nice to him.

Sure, he had people asking for autographs and pictures but they usually just approached him for that. Never to rant about the whole act like you did.

So he invited you to come to his next show.

And of course you wouldn't miss it for anything in the world.

So you went once more and you were just as stunned as the last time.

And he invited you to the next, and the next, and the next.

Before he knew it, Baal realized that he had a friend... For the first time ever.

You wouldn't miss on any show and at some point you guys started hanging out after each of them.

You knew how they treated Baal at work.

He couldn't hide it. He would always have new bruises that you always ended up tending to.

Not that you minded, you were just worried about him.

But he insisted that he was fine.

Sometimes you would have some free time from school and you would help him prepare for his tricks.

Well, you would play with Daniel while Baal prepared his show far away from you.

He said that it would be unprofessional to reveal his tricks to you.

But in truth, he loved how impressed you always were and he didn't want to ruin that by revealing you his secrets.

Suddenly, and completely out of nowhere, Baal just disappeared for a whole week. You had seen in the news that the theater he worked at had burnt and you tried to locate him for days.

You had never been more worried in your entire life.

That was when he was turned into a vampire.

He was completely devastated.

And not even by the fact that he had been turned into what he considered a monster.

But by the fact that he only had five years left to live, which meant, only five years left to be with you.

He trusted you so much that he wasn't afraid of telling you that he was a vampire. He just couldn't face the fact that you were going to be absolutely shattered when you found out.

And when he finally gathered the courage to tell you, you were.

It was so unfair! he was a good person, he didn't deserve this.

But Baal wasn't going to give up that easily.

He was going to save daniel from the fact that now he also had five years left, and he was going to stay with you.

He had heard rumors.

Stories about vampires living for more than five years.

He just had to become an Angel of death.

It took him a while.

He did many things he wasn't proud of.

But he made it. He was an angel of death now. He got himself 50 more years to live.

But there was a problem.

What he expected to be the only way to be near you, turned exactly into what was going to get you away from him.

He had earned himself a lot of enemies, a lot of people who wanted him death.

He was surrounded by the biggest scumbags of the country and he knew it wasn't fair to put you at risk.

So he got away from you.

No more calls, or late night walks... Nothing.

You were devastated. You feared that something might have happened to him.

He accepted the idea of never being able to tell you how he felt about you. To tell you that he loved you.

He had realized it a while ago.

He had once decided to make you dinner himself since he didn't have a lot of money to treat you to a restaurant.

You had already finnished your meal and after long minutes of you praising his cooking skills, which he adored, You stood up and went to look out the window.

The windows on the old auditory were quite big, with some space at the bottom where one could sit or put things on.

You sat there, telling him about something related to one of your assignatures. He doesn't know what though, he wasn't listening anymore.

He was lost, seeing how the lights of the street illuminated your face during the silent night.

And he realized that you weren't like him.

You had a family, lots of friends, things you could be doing, parties you were probably invited to but declined because, for some reason, you decided to be in that musty theater with him.

And as the wind subtly brushed away the hair from your face, he realized that this, this view, was everything he wanted to see for the rest of his life.

He didn't need anything more.

You laughing at all of his jokes, helping him with Daniel, babbling about everything you liked. Him. That was it.

But of course, now, he wouldn't be able to tell you that.

Or so he tought.

After years since the last time he had talked to you, he met Hayan.

And for the first time in a while, he felt hope.

This girl was slaying Angels of death as if they were nothing.

And she was clearly stronger than "God."

If she defeated him, he could be free! He could be with you without putting you at risk. He could save Daniel.

But not everything went as planned.

When things with Daniel started to get rough, he decided it was time to look for you.

He needed someone by his side in a moment like this, and now, he would only have you.

He also figured you would want to say goodbye to the noble lion.

During his time as an Angel of death, Baal never lost track of you. He knew what you were doing, where you lived, what was going on in your life.

He wanted to make sure you were okay.

Honestly, he expected you to close the door right on his face for leaving you for so long.

But that was not the case. You jumped right at him.

You had spent all these years worried about him, it made him feel very guilty but he knew it had been for the best.

But you were so happy to see him, you were even babbling... Again.

Telling him all of the things you thought that had happened to him, and answering your own questions before he could.

You did say goodbye to Daniel and you accompanied Baal during his loss. It was just the three of you. Just like in the old times.

Time went on, and Hayan finally defeated Yohan.

He realized he had no idea what he was going to do with his life, but he had one thing very clear.

He wasn't going to let you go again.

It took him a long time to fix his mistakes an make up for all the lost time and pain he caused you.

But he managed to get your trust back and suddenly, you two were just as close as you used to be.

Exept that everything was different now. Now he could tell you how much he loved you. How he never stopped loving you.

Now, Baal is very cocky. So I would be lying if I told you that he was surprised when you told him that you loved him too.

He was not.

He already knew that.

How could anyone not love him? He is enchanting!

However, that doesn't mean he wasn't incredibly happy to hear you say it.

And most importantly, you finally were together.

Baal decided to go back to his old days as a magician for good.

Especially now that his favourite fan was by his side again.

There is A LOT of teasing from Euntae towards you two.

Baal will never admit it and neither will Euntae but they are the closest thing each other has to a best friend.

Hayan and you are definitely besties and not afraid to say it.

Double dates.

Euntae and Baal get competitive over the most stupid things.

"The other day, Hayan asked me to change a light bulb and I did it in 3 minutes. Easiest thing ever."

"Yeah? I have been changing light bulbs since I was 5. I could do it in 2 minutes."

And Hayan and you are just sitting there like 👁️👁️.

"Who changes light bulbs since they were 5?"

Overall he is a great guy.

And he is trying to compensate for all he did while he worked for Yohan.

Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

A true romantic.

Wakes you up with breakfast in bed and flowers.

"What would you like for dinner, love?"

you could ask him to make you the most difficult dish in the world, and he would.

Sometimes you feel a bit guilty because he only cooks for you, obviously.

So you sit there with your fancy dish while he's just there watching you eat.

Grinning like an idiot.

He isn't perfect though.

He makes a lot of inappropriate comments in public.

And of course, in private.

But you actually secretly like it. You just won't tell him because you know those comments would exponentially increase.

Lots of gifts.

He wasn't able to afford things back when you met him but he sure as hell can now.

He is more of a compulsive buyer than you.

He is a simple man. He sees a dress, he likes it, he buys it.

Immaculate taste *cheff kiss*

He always smells like expensive cologne and you love it.

He says "I love you" all the time, sometimes he even blows kisses at you when he ends a show.

The whole audience think it's for them tho.

He would do anything for you.

He spent half of his life thinking he didn't have a family and the other half thinking he didn't deserve one.

It took him a long time to realize that he had one for a while, and now that he got it back, he is not letting go.

I was extremely unsure on wether to mention Daniel's death or not because I feel like he might be alive but if that's the case I'll just edit it. This was super fun to write, honestly! Never enough of Baal.

I wanna smooch him pls omg

PGR Kareshi (3) -- Wanshi [Sleep]

I decide to make my own commandant OC! 😆

So I can ship him with everyone huehue

Meet Jekyll, Gray Raven Commander

Here some basic information about him:

Name : Jekyll

Age : 24

Gender : Male

Height : 177 cm

Weight : 62 kg

Blood type : O

Birthday : 18th March

Service time : 3 years

Likes : food especially sweets, games, books, stars, Gray Raven & Strike Hawks, cat

Let's undress him, shall we?

(It's a bit long tho, u can skip if u just want to know his basic info :D)

When I wrote "undress him" I mean "literally" ;)

His clothes would consist a combat jacket, with a tight gray shirt and sleeveless turtleneck underneath, fingerless glove on his right hand and gun holster. (I'm suck at explaining things lmao sorry)

"Accuracy and precision. Steady breath and calm minds. Focus and aim. That's what it takes for me to be able to stand with them." - Jekyll

Information about him:

He's totally different from his appearance. He seems cold and arrogant, but he's actually humble and loyal. Everyone who get to know him would describe him as easygoing and playful even.

Big eater. He and Camu had eating contest together. It was a tie.

He likes sweets. But due to his poor childhood life he will eat anything as long as it's edible. He hates wasting food. Spicy food is okay, but he prefers not to eat too much.

The white strands on his hair are because of genetics. He tried to dye it, but found it troublesome after and leave it be.

Can use any kind of firearms. His choice is a sniper rifle so he can observe the surroundings first before mission and support the team. His second choice is dual guns.

Has bad eyesight. During off-duty he'd wear his glasses. Asimov made some special contact lens for on-site mission so he can see clearly. But if he wears it too long, it can irritated his eyes and causing migraine.

Gray Raven gave him a glasses after Lee saw him crash the door multiple times. Lee tried to modify the glasses with multifunction feature (alarm, communicator, UV light, flashlight, x-ray vision, music player) but Jekyll reject the idea.

Likes to read book. Mainly fiction and classic literature. He and Chrome would always discuss the books they just read and exchange opinions whenever they met.

A gamer. Would sneak into Kamui's room to play with him. It always ended up with either Lee or Chrome scolding both of them.

Always prioritize others more than himself. He wouldn't hesitate to charge ahead if someone need help without thinking about his safety.

Has severe insomnia. The most hours he can sleep is about 3-4 hours a day.

Pamper his team A LOT; giving Lucia and Liv gifts, and walking around with Lee looking for materials for his new robot.

Somehow has a dark sense of humour. Only Camu would laugh at his jokes.

Even though he's kind to everyone, it was hard for him to trust someone. Only Gray Raven and Strike Hawk members he trusts fully.

Can cook basic meals. Really interested in culinary art. Whenever he visits Forsaken, he'd quietly observer Watanabe whenever he's cooking.

Always showing his smile. But only those who close enough to him can tell which one is fake and which one is genuine.

Please take care of him! 😆

Ya'all better support this bitchass if not im gonna combust <333

YOU BEING DRUNK FEAT: childe, zhongli, diluc

CHILDE

childe had just gotten back from a longgg work trip

and what'd know! he brought back some expensive ass wine, and you thought you'd treat yourself to some

well one glass turned into two, then four, and here you are seven glasses in and you weren't doing so good

ontop of that wine, you had also been enjoying a few shots of firewater that childe brought back from his visit home

so the surprise on childe's face when he walks in and finds you draped over the coffee table with the whole bottle of wine in hand, he can connect the dots

probably laugh at you

when you're slurring your words, he'll mock you and do the cheek-pulling thing "i have the groceries!" childe had just gotten home after his late-night trip to the grocery store in order to pick up a few things for tomorrow's breakfast. "oh!" he stood in the kitchen noticing the empty firewater container and the wine bottle in your hand, and he couldn't hold it in anymore and just fucking starts giggling and cackling. "what have you gotten into dear y.n!" he drops off the brown bag he was carrying in his hand to come to your aid, but instead of words you let out lazy mumbles and sniffles. "ill get a cold rag, stay here" just as he was getting up, he heard the start of more sniffling that turned into you bawling your eyes out. "do--on't leaVe" your voice was cracking and you were sniffling in between words, but he still understood you. in fact, he thought it was quite cute when you were drunk and just let your mouth have no filter(in private ofc). "im here y.n, im here" you simply just laid in his arms drooling on him as you passed out by his legs. childe may or may not have taken a few pictures with his camera, he'll show you in the morning. he soon moved you to your bed, where you awoke the next morning with the worst headache and hangover sickness. you could only recall half of what happened last night, but you knew once childe heard you stirring awake, he'd come and tease you about it, and you were right. "i never knew you were so clingy!" he said as you both sat at the table, you eating cereal with messy hair and dark under eyes. "you know you should get drunk more often!" you weren't in the mood for his teasing and laughing so early in the morning, so you simply just shot him a glare and he smiled as he talked about his work trip and just how happy he was to be home.

ZHONGLI

he'd honestly probably lecture you the morning after

he just wants to keep you safe (maybe idk)

but, he knows just how to take care of you, and makes sure that the hangover the next morning won't be that bad

still kind of annoyed at you though

but it was ventis birthday today, and wherever venti was, alcohol was

so you and zhongli showed up to celebrate of course!

and no surprise, you got drunk, so now zhongli has to drag you back home and take care of you. he noticed how you started acting loose as the night went on. being flushed, clumsy and touchy, a little too much for his tastes. so now, he just needed to get you home. "y.n, i think it's time we need to go." you were talking with kaeya, venti, and childe about memories from the past years, so not wanting to leave you tried to bargain with him "just 10 more minutes, kay?" cocktail in hand, you gave him a smile...yea you were drunk. "y.n, let's go you can call them in the morning." you let out an annoyed groan, not wanting to leave yet. "mr. zhongli! here, you can go home and ill drive y.n home in an hour! they'll be back twelve sharp sir!" it's not that zhongli didn't trust you, there was just a dangerous aspect seeing how 3/4 of the people here were already drunk out of there minds. and all the people who'd be willing to take you home were drunk. "thanks for the offer ajax, but i think y.n needs to head home. they have work in the morning." did you? nope. but zhongli thought as long as you're drunk, you'd believe him. and what'd you know! he was right. "well, i can call in sick rightttt" you were now leaning on zhongli, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, trying to persuade him into letting one of your friends drive you home. "and plus! it's venti's birthday, one day wouldn't hurt liii" the nickname caught him by surprise, but he wasn't letting you off that easy. "i hope you know i'm not above dragging you out of here y.n." you frowned and turned to venti, giving him the cocktail you'd been holding. "bye guys..." you frowned intensely hoping zhongli would see that and let you stay, nope. you guys got in the car and you just started fuck bawling your eyes out. "AUHUHUHUH *sniff* UHUHAHU" you were throwing a whole fit in the passenger set of your boyfriend's car "YOU'RE SO MEANN AUHUHAHA" kicking and screaming just like a child, it was funny to zhongli causing him to smirk a bit. the fit kept on until you guys were halfway home, and when zhongli pulled into the driveway, you were fast asleep (or passed out) on your own lap. folded over. he wonder how you could sleep like that. but regardless he carried you into the bed and took off your shoes, and clothes, and placed you into your pajamas. then just tucked you in. he enjoyed moments where he could find the time to just take care of you, even if it meant having to lecture you in the morning about throwing fits and getting drunk on a tuesday night, but that could wait. instead, he got a rag and cooled down your flushed face, then left a glass of water for you to drink. "fuck...." you woke up, hair in an absolute mess, nose stuffy, and fucking thirsty. and zhongli heard you as you stirred awake and came to your aid. "this is what happens when you get drunk." he opened the bottle of nausea medicine on his bedside table and gave you one. you were very lucky to have him. "you know, getting drunk can lead to multiple brain....." he started to lecture you, it'd become his habit.

DILUC

he's had to deal with multiple drunk clients, so naturally, he's veryy good at it

but still gets kind of annoyed with you for doing it, like bro wtf?

and you did it, right in front of him too. in his own tavern. in public

well lets just say you and kaeya got into a drinking game, diluc knew you had some self-control, but that self-control gets washed away with kaeya.

and he was right

you guys are about to pass you, burping and nauseated but still pushing the limits.

diluc didn't even take a good look at you until now.

your face is basically tomato red and laughing along with kaeya

he blames the whole thing on kaeya "one more round pleaseeeee" you say, laughing right afterward with kaeya. diluc turns to face you, and let's just say he's not the happiest. "..kaeya leave." kaeya laughs it off, then grabs your arm to continue your drinking game somewhere else. well, that was until diluc intervened. grabbing your other arm "y.n, you're staying here until i'm done. i'll talk with you later." you turned to kaeya for help with the now very angry diluc. and kaeya was no help, just waving you off as he left in search of a new tavern to push the limits. "eat these." he pushed crackers your way and kept on dealing with knights and what-not around the tavern. you were surprised venti wasn't there that night. if so then you'd be able to have a free way of stealing wine from behind the counter. you started on the crackers thinking of a way to get more beer or wine from diluc without him noticing. but, why not just ask him! he loves you after all! "dilllucccc" you said, head laying in your arms "yes y.n?" he wasn't facing you due to him serving another customer, but he still heard you nonetheless "one more *hic* wine please!" waving your hand side to side lazily so he would pay attention "y.n, you've had enough already. you're turning into that green bastard poet." he waved you off, cleaning glasses while taking orders. "bUT-" and here the waterworks go, yea... "you said-!" "y.n.... here, have some water." he handed you a cup which you just stared in the water with your tears mixing in with the water. "ill close the tavern early and we can get home, ok?" "ok!" and back to your perky self, bipolar much?

this shit rough af, but im to lazy to fix it soo👍👍 pocket lent if u guess what my old blog was💖

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as much as i love best dad diluc, im also a believer of unintentionally horrible dad diluc troupe. tonight, i choose violence. didn't do a proper post format for this one because it's just my brainrots a very long one lmao and shit but anyways

tw: horrible parenting, dark content, neglect, unintentional self-harm, abduction, torture (mentioned but not really written in detail), hurt-comfort but mostly hurt ackdjf

words: 2,022 (tf do you mean my brainrot is longer than my usual fics :<??)

single dad diluc who didn't mean to neglect you, his newborn, because he was mourning for his wife, whom he lost while she was giving birth.

single dad diluc who promised her that he'll take good care of you because that was what she'd want. giving you everything was what they both wanted.

single dad diluc who kept repeating to himself that he needs to be strong for the both of you and all he wants is the best for you.

single dad diluc who almost dropped you because you look too much like your mother. the same chubby cheeks, the same eyelashes, the same scrunch of your nose, everything. he almost wanted to look away because all he can see is her and it keeps breaking his poor broken heart. seeing you is a reminder that he had lost her. little does he know, he had lost you too.

single dad diluc who was doing fine at first. he goes to your crib every night, bottle feeds you, does everything perfectly. except he can't look at you for longer than he needs to. he couldn't hold you for more than a few hours. couldn't let you sleep in his arms because he's restless and his continuous movement stirs you awake every time. couldn't hug you to his chest whenever it gets particularly cold, instead he sits in a chair beside your crib, letting his pyro vision do the work. couldn't stay guarding you for too long because his work starts to pile up and the abyss won't kill themselves up. couldn't dote on you the way he wanted to. couldn't push himself to go to you faster when you start crying.

single dad diluc who almost dropped to his knees the moment you open your eyes and he sees the same shade of red. it reminds him that his wife is dead because of him. because what he could give her wasn't enough to keep her alive. if he had been extra careful with her pregnancy, maybe she'd still be alive.

single dad diluc who cursed himself for thinking that she'd still be alive if she didn't give birth to you, if he had chosen to save her instead of you. he runs to the bathroom, vomiting his words literally and figuratively. he digs his nails into the palm of his hand as punishment, shaking his head and shutting his eyes to keep his tears at bay. he repeats to himself that she'd hate him for even thinking of such a thing. heck, hate is too small of a word for what she'd do to him if she finds out that he even thought about that. he swears to himself that if he ever thought about it for a second time that he'd burn himself alive.

single dad diluc slowly starts to leave the responsibility of taking of you to the maids. in some way, he's unaware that the reason he did this is because he didn't want to hurt the both of you further. he didn't want to look at you and think of the worst things a parent would think of their child. you don't deserve any of his anger, so instead of forcing himself upon you, he subconsciously avoids being around you too much.

single dad diluc who didn't get to hear your first words or see your first steps. his eyes widen when he faintly hears your voice in the hallway, wondering when you started to learn how to speak. he watches you play in the vineyard from the window of his office, unaware of the slight clench of his fist whenever you trip or hurt yourself.

single dad diluc who doesn't know that you don't look at him as your dad but just someone who provides you with everything you need. he was never there for you, so he failed to build a connection with you. he's not aware that his presence brings you uneasiness and suddenly you're standing straight and looking right at the ground. you don't look like a child with an indifferent look on your face. anyone can see the tension between the two of you. yet he still doesn't look your way even as he speaks to you about your studies and your day. your fingers dig into your palm, keeping yourself from bursting into tears because all you can see is a stranger who was supposed to be your dad, but he looks nothing like the fathers you see in the city. when he turns away from you to goes back to his office, you silently pray to barbatos, "please, look at me like i actually exist for once." but he doesn't. you let adelinde guide your trembling form into your room, where your pillow catches all the tears you shed.

single dad diluc who barely knows anything about you and feels too ashamed to face you, so he sends you gifts on your birthdays and holidays through adelinde. most of the things he buys aren't exactly what you're interested in, but you learned to not care. at some point, you realize that he'll never look at you for more than a minute. but only because you've never caught him longingly staring at you, wondering when you started to grow up so fast. he sees so much of your mother in you and it's at that moment he realizes how distant he had been from you. he wants to talk to you, to be there for you, but he just couldn't push himself to do so when you don't even look interested. only because he wasn't there when you cried for your dad to save you from a nightmare and never looked at you long enough to see the small hand that was reaching to hold his.

single dad diluc who envies the close bond between you and your uncle kaeya. he wants to be able to approach you like that, but he knows it's not going to be that easy. but he's relieved to know that you're at least getting along with kaeya, the only other family you have.

single dad diluc who tries to follow kaeya's advice when trying to talk to you, but fails miserably and all he ends up doing is making things awkward.

single dad diluc who starts to wonder when you started to go out for so long. every morning, he'd see you venture out the winery by yourself and come home a little later after the sun sets. sometimes, he'd see you in his nightly patrols, fiery eyes making sure you get home safely. sometimes, he has to physically restrain himself from being all over you when he sees the small cuts on your arms and instead tells adelinde to tend to you quickly.

single dad diluc who assumes that you've been getting into ridiculous trouble and that's why you have so many wounds. little does he know, that you've been getting all these wounds from abyss and humans alike, all that have a vendetta against him. but you sealed your lips shut, you didn't want to bother him when he's already too busy at work. instead, you roll your eyes like a brat and brushed his words away, making up lies about teaching a bully a lesson. this irks him more and he questions where you learned how to be so ill-mannered, but he never gets an answer other than your door slamming shut. he never gets to see how you slide down to the floor, silent tears running down your cheeks and your eyes void of any light from exhaustion. you try to distract yourself, unconsciously digging your nails into your thighs until you hiss from pain. if diluc were to see this, he'd see himself when he was young, doing the same thing to get a hold of himself when things become overwhelming.

single dad diluc who accidentally raised his voice when the two of you got into an argument about your sudden disappearances, the amount of wounds on your person and your rebellious behavior. he'd come to regret accusing you of ridiculous things instead of calmly asking where you've been, because the next thing he knows you're stomping your way out of the house, claiming that you don't need his lectures and that you're used to doing things by yourselves. he desperately wants to chase after you, sit you down and tend to your wounds, but your words rendered him frozen. do you really not need him? are you going to leave him once you're of age? he won't be surprised if you did, but the way that you said that so easily makes his heart bleed. he really fucked up, didn't he? all the promises of taking good care of you and giving you the best, he's broken all of them. he's such a fucking terrible father.

single dad diluc who tries to comfort himself by saying that you're just staying at kaeya's. you always go to kaeya's place, you've spent more than a week there before. until the man himself burst into his office with angry eyes, demanding him to get his ass off his chair and help him look for you. he stares at diluc's confused face in disbelief before explaining that you've been missing for almost a week now. suddenly, diluc's world seems black and white and everything sounds muffled. he couldn't hear the sound of his chair getting thrown back from the way he stands up immediately, but he felt the chill from kaeya's voice while telling him everything they currently know. he doesn't remember the urgency in his steps and the authority in his voice when he orders people around to get all the information he needs. all he knows is that he's getting you back no matter what, even if it costs him his life.

single dad diluc who couldn't get a wink of sleep and barely has the time to eat. the faster he works the sooner he'll get you back. he keeps searching and searching and searching, only resting when fatigue catches up to him but immediately going back to his search when he feels the slightest better. every time he closes his eyes for even a minute, all he can see is your baby face from the first time he held you.

single dad diluc who didn't know what to do with himself when they finally found you in an abandoned abyss camp, lying broken on the ground, bleeding and barely breathing. he almost didn't want the healers to touch you from fear that they'll hurt you further. he thanks the archons for having kaeya back there, telling him that you'll need the help of the healers. reluctantly, he let's them carry you away to the cathedral, where he sits at the stone bench with the heels of his hand pressed against his eyes and elbows digging into his knees. if the circumstances were different, kaeya would've teased him from the onslaught of tears coming from his eyes, but he knows now is not the time. so instead, he places a hand on diluc's shoulder, telling him that you're a strong kid, you'll get through this.

single dad diluc who's not religious, but begs barbatos in his head to save you so many times.

single dad diluc who sits by your bed, watching over you by himself and not leaving your side for more than a few minutes. he claims that he wants to take care of you himself. in truth, he just wants to be the first one to see you open your eyes again.

single dad diluc who stares at your sleeping face, seeing his wife once again and turning sour. you got hurt because of him. he almost lost you and it's his fault. everyone he loves are going to disappear and it's his fault. if only he had been more cautious. if only he had searched for you the moment you didn't come home the next day. if only he had chased you when you left the winery.

if only he had been a better father.

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