YOUR INSECURITIES BASED ON THE HQ CHARACTERS YOU LIKE

red flags they'd choose to ignore...

warnings: honestly, i don't know how to tag this... toxic behavior? (but not from them. ok, maybe a little)wc: ~.4k ft: Hajime Iwaizumi | Issei Matsukawa | Rintarō Suna | Lev Haiba | Asahi Azumane | Kei Tsukishima a/n: we've all met someone whose vibes are off still we decide to ignore those signs and go for it, right?!? (๑^-^;๑)

part 01 | part 02

✶˖· hajime iwaizumi would be lying if he said he didn't find people with a bad temper a little too hot... he knows your overreactive and bratty personality is not good for a mature relationship but there's something about those desperate cries for attention that manifest in form of tantrums that just have his heart doing laps.

✶˖· issei matsukawa is a sucker for big flirts who are always crushing on new people... if you have a roving eye, he can't help but take it as a challenge; matsukawa needs to prove he is worthy of your attention and sure, he notices the glances you shoot at that cute barista but as long as he's the one you keep coming back to, he doesn't care.

✶˖· rintarō suna thinks secretive and shady personalities are interesting. if you keep excluding him or hiding information from him he can't help but be intrigued. to suna you are a mystery that he has to unravel, a cute little puzzle he needs to solve; no matter how mentally tiring the enterprise will be he is certain he'll eventually succeed!

✶˖· lev haiba knows forgiving but not forgetting is not a good thing yet, when you bring up past arguments during a fight, his brain automatically registers it as a good sign, cause you wouldn't clutch onto emotions if you didn't care, right? so yes, moving on from drama is almost impossible with you but that's a small price to pay.

✶˖· asahi azumane's nonconfrontational personality prompts him to go for a partner who bottles up their feelings. this man is not dumb, he knows you are mad (despite the countless times you've claimed you are 'ok'), and it's not like he doesn't care, but asahi doesn't know how to address the issue so he just hopes it'll go away if you both ignore it.

✶˖· kei tsukishima both enjoys and dislikes dating people-pleasers. he is aware of how unhealthy it is that you put yourself in second place to others, and he is quick to urge you to focus on your desires! oh, but when it's his likes and needs that you take into consideration to mold your own, the blond's heart skips a beat; he knows it's wrong but he feels so important nonetheless

reacting to their s/o falling asleep on someone else

w/ kenma, ushijima, and bokuto!

part 2!

series masterlist here!

(a/n: here is the second part of this prompt!!

quick reminder that these are written in the characters’ respective teams! this is a quick lil drabble i wrote and its not very long but i hope you enjoy hehe)

kenma

kenma was not looking forward to going on a run with you this morning, but you forced him to anyway

going on some weird shit about needing to stay in shape or something

but while the two of you were running, he tripped on a pebble and landed right on his face

and when he came up, there was a funny looking red mark on his face

as much as you tried to keep it in, you just couldn’t take it anymore and bust out, hysterically laughing

he just rolled his eyes at you and walked the rest of the way home

but then he ignored you at school the entire day

you thought, “he can’t be that mad???”

but even when the team hung out at his house that night, he wouldn’t talk to you

when you first arrived, you didn’t expect the movie to be so boring.

but now, it’s only half an hour through, and you can feel yourself nodding off slowly.

you’ve been trying to pay attention, you really have, but it’s been a long day and you’re trying with everything you have not to completely pass out. kenma’s sitting right next to you, though he still isn’t speaking to you.

your boyfriend has been so petulant and childish all day. so what, you laughed at him! anyone would do that. right?

even so, while you’re pretty sure he’s just being petty, you also want to cuddle, and he’s not budging.

but as the forty-minute mark hits, you finally succumb to sleep, and flop over into his lap. he sighs, rolls his eyes, and picks you back up, putting you upright. you hum and fall back into him, to which he shoves you back up, and you look up at him with puppy eyes.

“kenma, i wanna cuddle.”

he side-eyes you for a minute before shrugging.

“should’ve thought about that before you laughed at me this morning.” there’s satire in his tone, but you’re getting tired of his pettiness. you just want to sleep.

“please?” you whine, tugging at his sweatshirt. he scoffs.

“if you wanna cuddle with someone, why don’t you cuddle with lev instead?” he suggests, monotone, full well knowing you won’t. he knows you’ll keep begging him until he relents, but he thinks it’d be a little fun to watch you plead for a little more.

but what he doesn’t expect is for you to grunt petulantly and move over to your other side before plopping into lev’s lap and resting your head on his chest.

lev grunts softly in surprise, turning red. he looks over to kenma, who is fuming. he looks back at you, and then back at him, and shrugs.

to be completely honest, kenma had wanted to see how you’d react to him ignoring you for the entire day. but seeing the way lev’s long limbs drape over you, the way you look comfortable situated on his lap, he decides the end result was probably not worth it.

kenma glares at you, but you don’t sense his eyes on you. instead, you snuggle into the fabric of lev’s shirt, snoring softly.

then lev pats at your head gently and kenma thinks he’s had enough, so he scoots over, scoops you up, and puts you in his own lap instead. you moan softly.

“smell nice,” you mumble, inhaling his scent in the sweatshirt he’s wearing. he scoffs.

“you’re terrible, you know that?”

“you love me.”

he pauses, looking away, cheeks heating up.

“...yeah. whatever.”

ushijima

ushi invited the adlers over to hang out at your shared apartment tonight

but he was still being passive aggressive at you for what happened this morning

essentially, you’d both gone grocery shopping

but you wouldn’t let him get that one bag of chips he liked, because you already had like,, 6 of them at home

this is how the conversation went:

“toshi, we have those at home.”

“not very many. it wouldn’t hurt to get more.”

“babe, we don’t need it!”

“but if i’m paying for it, don’t you think i should be allowed to purchase them?”

“toshi, i’m not going to let you buy them. we have too many at home!”

you pulled him away from the aisle and he sulked the entire way home

he’s still mad at you tho😐

it’s been at least an hour, and you still don’t understand the game at all.

no matter how many times you’ll watch the boys take their turns, it still doesn’t make any sense.

you’d scrolled through your phone for a bit, but even that got boring, and now you’re just getting sleepy. even with how loud they are, you can feel yourself growing tired.

very slowly, their voices start to grow distant, and your eyes start to close.

no longer able to hold yourself up, you finally slump over into your boyfriend’s lap. but immediately after, he’s picking you up and moving you back over.

you whine sleepily. “toshi, wanna sleep.”

he pretends to be engrossed in the game.

“not now, y/n.”

you ignore him anyway and fall right back into his lap, to which he picks you right back up and sitting you back down. you glare at him.

“sleep somewhere else,” he mutters, not looking at you.

you sigh dejectedly, and look around. all the boys are contributing their own attention to the game, except for kageyama, who is checking something on his phone. you decide you’ll sit by him.

you scoot over to his side and slip into the space between his arm and his side, fitting into his presence nicely. you snuggle into him and resume your sleep, and he looks down at you, confused. then he looks up to see ushijima, who doesn’t look very happy at the sight.

the two of them exchange looks stoically, kageyama’s of confusion and wakatoshi’s of jealousy. kageyama shrugs and looks back down at his phone.

no longer paying attention to the game, toshi grunts petulantly. he observes the way your face is completely obscured by kageyama’s sweatshirt, nose buried in the fabric. he shifts uncomfortably. you should be with him instead.

but his pride butts into his thoughts, so he attempts to focus on the game instead. but then you’re moaning softly in your sleep against tobio, and with his pride forgotten, he crawls over to where you’re sitting and takes you out from under kageyama’s arm. he sits in his seat and lays you on his chest, grunting softly.

“toshi?” you blink, looking up at him. “i thought you were mad at me.”

he refuses to look at you, making a noise that’s more like a reluctant grunt than a response, cheeks heating up slightly.

“you have to buy me more chips.”

you laugh.

“okay, toshi.”

bokuto

um🧍🏻‍♀️

you thought it would be a lil bit funny to prank bokuto, wanting to see if he’d react the way you predicted

so you walked up to him and asked him a question

“hey bo, why can’t you spike like sakusa?”

his hair, just fluffed up excitedly at the prospect of you asking him a question about his volleyball skills, deflated sadly

his shoulders drooped dejectedly

“hey! what’s that supposed to mean?”

when you explained that it was a prank, he huffed childishly, crossing his arms and turning away

“kou, i was just kidding!”

“suuure.”

but when lunch rolled around, and the MSBY boys were over for some team bonding, he was still ignoring you😐

“wanna cuddle?” you offer to your boyfriend, who is sitting next to you on the couch. you’re all swaddled up in his clothes, and while the sight is adorable, he remembers that he’s supposed to be mad at you. he scoffs and turns away.

you sigh. he’s still in his mood?

so instead you just decide you’ll sit next to him for the time being. hinata and atsumu are sitting on the floor, playing some type of childish game to decide who gets the last bun, and you laugh, taking it in.

but all that food you’d eaten just half an hour ago was enough to make you sleepy, and you feel as though you could slip into a food coma at any second.

at some point, you just don’t have it in you to stay awake, and topple over into bokuto’s lap, already half asleep. he blinks at your figure before pushing you back up onto your side of the couch.

ignoring his gesture, you slip back into his lap, situating yourself comfortably, before he pulls you back up into sitting.

you rub at your eyes. “bo,” you mumble. “just this once?” you plead. he huffs.

“why don’t you go and snuggle with sakusa instead? since he’s ‘so great,’” he mumbles childishly, imitating your voice whinily. you scoff.

“fine,” you mutter, getting up and moving onto the other couch, where sakusa is sitting alone. you sit down next to him and then lay your head in his lap, closing your eyes peacefully. kiyoomi is barely phased, looking up at bokuto for a second before returning to his phone.

bokuto squirms jealously, wanting to stomp around and throw a tantrum. you just look so cute and warm and soft but you’re in SAKUSA’S lap?! how rude.

to think just this morning you had compared him, your own boyfriend, to sakusa, and now you’re cuddling him? koutaro glares at you, but you don’t see it.

so like he’s been doing this whole time, he turns his nose up away from you and pretends not to care. but out of the corner of his eye, he sees sakusa lay a hand on your cheek, moving your hair out of your face and away from your mouth, and gets up without thinking.

“hey, get someone of your own before stealing mine!” he complains, scooping you up out of sakusa’s lap and cradling you gently. sakusa just exhales, looking up at bokuto and shrugging.

koutaro sits you down on his lap, holding you tightly against his chest. he can feel your chest inhaling and exhaling rhythmically, and you stir.

“thought you didn’t wanna cuddle,” you tease, poking at his face. he hmphs and pokes you right back.

“you’re so mean to me.”

you giggle, resting your head right back on his chest.

“yeah. i know.”

“uh oh.”

when they accidentally embarrass themselves in front of their crush… [y/n].

featuring —

✧ bennett, chongyun, diluc, zhongli (separate) x gn!reader

warnings ―

✧ not proofread, blood (not graphic, but mentions), mentions of death

notes ―

✧ woke up at 5am, had this idea, wrote it all at 5am… went back to sleep 😻

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aummary: period cramp challenge, let’s go!

characters: Mikey, Draken, Kawata Nahoya “Smiley” and Kawata Souya “Angry”.

genre: fluffy, comedy, and cramp comfort

note: I just imagine the pain in their faces 😂 this is such a top challenge.

| Manjiro Sano “Mikey”

“Are you sure you want this?” You ask him one last time, adjusting the device’s belt around his waist so that it stays pressed right to his belly.

Last words: “I’ll be okay, _______-chy.” He sends you one of his sunny smiles. It’s really impressive how much he can endure in a fight after so many blows, but this pain is a whole new level. But it would be pointless to keep warning him when Mikey settles on something, nothing can change his mind.

You lay down with him, the same device wrapped around your tummy, and you give him a good luck gaze before setting up and starting.

Level of Vibrations = Increasing

30 seconds: Mikey only presses his lips together, but you can notice he’s holding himself.

2 minutes: his nails start scratching the mattress as he holds onto it, but he keeps still, looking at the ceiling and trying to breathe evenly.

5 minutes: his face is reddening and he lets out a small whimper before he searches for your hand. He gives you a firm squeeze, not only to endure the pain but someway comfort you since you’re also going through this.

10 minutes: his eyes start watering, but he keeps still, biting his bottom lip so hard that it bruises.

You turn off the device, and his arms are around you immediately, holding your body tight and wetting his shoulder with his tears.

“I don’t want you to go through this again, ______-chy.” He presses his face onto your neck, still hugging you like a koala. “M'gonna hunt all those cramps so they don’t bother you again.”

| Ken Ryuguji, “Draken”

Last words: “Do I really need to do this?” He asks as you prepared everything. “I think I have an idea of how much this hurts.” He lived his whole life besides women, and he can still remember how chaotic things got when they were in their period.

You assured him you would stop after five minutes. He sighs but gives you a nod. Maybe this would help him understand better your pain and increase the way he takes care of you, so it won’t be a waste. And besides, the ache is probably similar to some he felt in his past.

Level of Vibrations = Intense

How wrong he was.

30 seconds: “Dude, what the heck?” He squirms a bit, bothered by the strong way the pain comes, it feels like he’s been punched in the stomach by Pah-chin.

2 minutes: “How it’s not five minutes already?!” He groans, his long legs kicking and throwing the layers of blankets on the bed. “Freaking evil thing!”

5 minutes: “Enoooough!” He roars, ripping the belt apart by force and throwing the device away from his body.

He takes deep breaths like he actually almost passed out, cradling his own body and looking at you with widen eyes. “Baby, how the heck you bear this every month? It’s insane!”

| Kawata Nahoya “Smiley”

Last words: “LET’S GO!” Always cheering, your boyfriend grins as you prepared the session. It really amazes you the way he brightly deals with painful situations like this. He was the one who bought that device in the first place, curious to see how cramps worked in practice.

Really a nutty. But you appreciate his willingness the same way.

Level of Vibrations: increasing.

30 seconds: “It tickles!” He says, actually giggling while the cramps build up against his skin.

2 minutes: “They are really mean, aren’t they?” Even when he’s complaining, there’s still a grin on his face, his toes curling from the ache.

5 minutes: He’s rolling side to side on the bed. “This is so painful!” He giggles like he was leaving on a new adventure.

10 minutes: Tears are running freely on his face, and you’re taking the remote to stop. “No!” He protests, chuckling through the pain. “I can handle it…. Ten more minutes.”

20 minutes: His eyes are fixed on the ceiling, his body motionless. “I can’t feel anything.”

Your boyfriend got dizzy for a whole hour before falling asleep.

| Kawata Souya “Angry”

Last words: “C'mon, I want to do it!” He insists, handing you the device. Since his brother told him about this experience, Souya has been wanting to do it as well, and you can’t sort out the reason behind it. Maybe Nahoya is nagging him, or he’s trying to be the strong man for you, but regardless, you do not want to make him suffer, or cry.

Because we know what happens when this man cries.

But you have no choice other than to help him get settled, knowing he would get very grumpy if you didn’t support him on this.

You can only hope for the best.

Level of Vibrations: intense (his request)

30 seconds: He squirms a bit but tries to hang on, his expression concentrated. The ache from it is making him go to the moon, so hurtful, that tears start forming on his eyes.

2 minutes: The pain is unbearable, it’s too intense and non-stop, and even though he has been through a lot of fights, this is really a different kind of struggle. He can’t stand anymore, so he cries out, tears in his eyes as tears the device from him and throws it right on the wall with all his rage.

He’s fuming, so mad, not for his own pain, but from the fact that you have to endure this for so many years. But nothing that a good couple of cuddles and kisses can’t do to calm him down.

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Hey! I saw that you do headcanons as well? Sorry if I’m asking in the right place but I loved your post on Asra’s hurt!! Could you possibly do the “mc getting slapped by the m6” ask please? My angsty little heart needs foodddd

hiii!! i’m so glad you liked my post:)) don’t worry, i’ll do my best to not cry when i’m writing this although it probably won’t work

i just wanna say that under no circumstances is it okay to hurt your partner!! please don’t take this post the wrong way:)

the main 6 slapping mc

asra

• it probably started because of how much he keeps from you. you know it’s just because he doesn’t want to see you hurt or unhappy because of how much of your life you’ve lost to your premature death, but it’s still so infuriating. you’re not a child, and you tell him as much.

• as much as you love each other, arguments can get messy. you know so much about each other that it’s difficult not to go for the soft parts in an argument, and you just snap.

• they’re probably running his hands through his hair, tears of frustration and pent up feelings slipping down his cheeks and catching the light of the many candles around the shop, making them glister strangely beneath the low light.

• “asra, you’re being ridiculous. how in the arcana am i supposed to know about who i was if you won’t fucking tell me?” you shout at them, crystals and glass bottles clinking together on the shelves.

• asra breaks, finally raising his voice as well, telling you that you’re acting like a child. you feel a twisted feeling of satisfaction at his loss of control. at least they’re actually treating you like a person— but you’re still so frustrated.’why can’t he just see that you’re not a china doll, easily broken and delicately made?

•you’re screaming now, tears blurring your vision. all you see is red. “if i’m acting like such a child then why did you even bother bringing me back? you should have just fucking left me to rot beneath the lazaret if you won’t so much as—” you’re cut off with a sharp crack.

• asra’s stronger than they look, and he wasn’t thinking as he lashed out in anger and pain, so you probably stumble back into the shelves behind you, or onto the counter of the shop.

• you touch your hand to your hot cheek with a dull feeling of surprise. it’s as if everything is through a haze, your gaze flickering up to meet asra’s horrified one as you take a step back, a dry sob heaving through your chest as your knees give out and you sink to the floor.

• “mc, i’m so sorry, i can’t— i don’t— please. i’m so sorry,” he stumbles over his words as he crouches before you, giving you enough space that you could easily leave. you don’t, and he breathes out slowly as they reach towards you and gently, heartbreakingly softly, cups your face to turn it towards him. he inhales sharply as he takes in your bruised cheekbone, red already beginning to spread outwards in the shape of his hand, and he flinches to see that he’s hurt you, his beloved apprentice.

• he opens his arms slowly, hesitantly, and you sink into them, burying your face in his scarves and then drawing back slightly with a faint hiss as your cheek touches the fabric, and he lets out a sob as well, burying his face in your sweet-smelling hair. murmurs “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” into you over and over again, rocking you back and forth on the floor of the shop.

• he’ll hurt for weeks after, even after the bruise fades, he’ll simply refuse to touch you for days after the incident. whispers “but what if i hurt you,” his voice breaking at the mere thought of it, and you cradle him to you, stroking his cheek as he shakes.

nadia

• the argument was probably about her refusing to ask for help. she’s been alone for so long that the refusal simply comes naturally. she has to prove that she can be successful alone, that she can make something of herself without anyone.

• at first, you tell her gently that she can trust you, that you’re always here for her, and that she doesn’t have to do this alone— but she doesn’t want to hear it, telling you insistently that she doesn’t need any help.

• “your dark circles would say otherwise, nadi! you can’t keep going on like this!” you tell her, your voice strained as you lay a hand on her arm. you just want to help her, but she won’t listen to you. “i can do it myself,” she tells you coldly, pulling away from you and turning back to her work. “i don’t need your help. i never have.”

• you feel the hurt blossom in your chest, but you try to push it down as you close her books, smudging the ink on a document by mistake. “nadi, please.” you tell her, but she doesn’t even seem to hear you as she opens her books and sets her jaw, looking at the ruined document. you bite your lip in dismay and go to apologise, but she cuts in before you get the chance. “you ruin everything. you’re such a nuisance, can you not find anything better to do with your time than to bother me? i am the countess of vesuvia, and i don’t need your help.” she’s shouting by the end of her outburst, and you recoil, hurt now showing across your face— but it’s quickly replaced by anger.

• you laugh disbelievingly, your voice spiteful and pained as you speak. “you don’t need my help? well that’s certainly a different tune than the one you were singing when you came to me in the middle of the night, asking for my help. and even then i gave it unbegrudgingly. you’re so stubborn, nadia! you’re so ridiculously naïve that you can’t even see that not everybody’s against you. so your sisters acted like every older sibling the world over, and excluded you from a few games. you carry grudges as if the world’s out to get you and nobody seeks to help you. you’re such a child! why—” your screaming cuts off at the sharp crack.

• you cry out at the sudden flare of pain. nadia’s also a lot stronger than she looks— i mean, she’s a master sword-fighter. and so, you stumble backwards into the marble table opposite her desk, turning away from her to catch your breath, your figure shaking with quiet sobs. everything seems to fall away, and you hold your arms around yourself in a poor attempt to keep your paroxysms of sobs quiet.

• nadia is completely silent. the jarring force snapped her out of whatever tired grumpiness she had been wallowing in, and now she’s just looking at her hands, a look of absolute horror twisting her features as she takes in the hand, resting palm-down on her knees, that she used to— to— she can’t even think about it. she has betrayed your trust, used your relationship, built on a foundation of love and mutual respect, to hurt you. it’s as if she’s seeing the world through a haze of disbelief. she’s taken advantage of your love for her, she’s physically violated you, and the thought of that leaves her physically ill. hot tears drop steadily into her lap, as she turns her hands over, and her eyes widen even more, if possible, with horror. blood glisters thickly on her index finger, coating the closest section to her palm where a golden ring sits. the countess of vesuvia never takes her rings off during the day, and she’s snapped out of her daze by the quiet hiss that comes from where you stand.

•when the first tears stream down your face, you hiss at the sharp pain, touching your fingers gently to your face and wincing as they come into contact with… is that a wound? you stare at them as they come away a deep, garnetine red. your hair is sticking to the blood running down your face from the wound. you sob dryly as the pain sets in, and by the gods it stings. it seems that even the air twists into your opened skin, burning sharply. you’re so lost in the mist of disbelief you barely notice when nadia comes up behind you.

• “my love?” her voice comes, softly, and you stiffen as she lays a hand on your upper arm. she withdraws it quickly as her voice breaks. “please, mc. say anything. look at me, i beg of you.” you don’t say anything for a minute before you inhale softly and turn to her.

• something in nadia breaks. she lifts shaking fingers up to her mouth as your eyes meet hers, and she takes in what she’s done to you. she’s sliced your upper-cheek open from just short of the bridge of your nose to almost the edge of your face. and the cut is deep. bruising spreads around it, in the shape of her hand, and she lets out a sob before dropping to her knees, taking your hand in hers. “by the arcana, mc, i am so, so sorry— i don’t know— i can’t— please, my love, i am so sorry,” she presses her forehead to your hand before you start to cry, sinking to your knees as well and burying your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking. you hiss softly as you draw your hand away and it comes away a glistening, wine-dark red.

• you flinch away from her as she comes to envelop you in a hug. “don’t. please,” you say softly, pulling yourself away from her. you leave bloodstains on the floor. her eyes hold inexplicable sorrow and remorse in them, as she nods haltingly, her heart breaking as she realises— you’re… afraid of her. later, she’ll bury her head into her pillow and sob her heart out but for now, she needs you to know to not be afraid of her. she loves you, you know that— and you need to know she’ll never violate the trust you put in her again.

• “mc… please. i’m so, so inexplicably sorry for what i’ve done to you. i promise it will never happen again.” her voice is soft, and she speaks to you as if you’re a wounded deer she’s found in the palace gardens, her voice breaking as she lets you see that she’s approaching you, her arms in front of her as she holds them out softly when she’s quite close to you.

• you look at her, meet her eyes with yours, and slowly settle into her embrace as she lets out a quiet sob of relief, burying her head in your hair. you pull away with a quiet gasp of pain when her hair meets your wound, and she cups your face (your good side) softly, stroking your cheek with her thumb as you close your eyes and she moves closer to you, giving you the time to pull away before her lips meet your forehead and she kisses you there gently before pressing one just above your cut and pulling you back to her, minding your cheek. you cry softly into her chest, and she does so into your hair. the two of you stay there until the blood starts to dry on your cheek and she stands, helping you up.

• “i’m taking you to the infirmary, dearest one.” “but… nadia.” you gesture to the state you’re in with a raised eyebrow. blood stains your collar and had dripped down your cheek in steady rivulets— and now your entire cheek is coated in blood. the cut itself is deep and thorough, splitting the skin so that the flesh beneath is easily visible, and the black, blue, and red flesh around your cut in the shape of nadia’s hand is enough that there is no room to doubt how your injury happened. “i’m your partner. there’s nobody else that would have done this— your entire court will know.” you look at her gently. “i can hide this.”

• and yet again, nadia’s heart is absolutely crushed. broken. shattered. “my heart, you should not have to hide what i have done. we’re going to the infirmary.”

• the entire way there, nadia weathers the stares and whispers with, for once, a bent head. you tighten your fingers around her hand— you know how important the favour of the court is. when you finally arrive, and you have to explain, haltingly, how you were injured, nadia gets a few looks of unbridled disgust as your injuries are treated. you squeeze her hand every now and again, and she looks at you gratefully. her eyes darken as you bite your lip roughly when the antiseptic meets it, your eyes watering as she strokes your hand, never taking her eyes away from you.

• afterwards, will absolutely doubt herself as a leader and a partner. no matter if you forgive her, no matter that the bruise fades and the wound heals, she’ll still always linger on your scar when she’s kissing your face, she’ll still murmur “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, darling,” into your hair for months after.

• if anyone is so much as even vaguely disdainful towards you with respects to your scar, you’ll literally have to talk her down from having them thrown out/arrested. you forgive her, and she loves you with all of her— but when dark feelings surface now there’s absolutely nothing you can do that will even get a shadow of a rise out of her. is just calm and collected. never so much as raises her voice at you.

• will 100% look at you as you sleep and hate herself for harming you in any way.

hope you enjoyed the angst fest!! these were so long— but i’ll do the next four periodically:)

MC who kept some lingering plague symptoms after Asra's hijinks, except it's not contagious or lethal anymore? For the main 6, ooor if for whatever reason that's too much it can just be Asra Nadia and Julian

like, how would they deal with people being scared of them and deal with their actual symptoms?

sorry if this request sounds blunt or rude, it really isn't supposed to sound like that (I've never done a request before so idk how these messages are supposed to sound like :/ )

oooo this is a good idea! you don’t sound rude at all hun! <3

MC who still shows Plague symptoms

Asra

terrified at first because he thinks this means it didn’t work and youll just die all over again

tries their best not to freak out over it in front of you since it might scare you

it especially gets scary if you end up having the whites of your eyes turn red

probably the fastest besides nadia to figure out it isn’t contagious or lethal anymore

does his best to inform you about why you can’t exactly go out with your eyes like that or showing other symptoms

you probably find out about your death faster this way, there’s no way asra could avoid it as long as they did normally

practically everyone in vesuvia knows you aren’t contagious but they probably can’t help but be weary

asra and the baker are the only ones in town who aren’t weary right off the bat

faust helps you as best she can too <3

they honestly love you just as much as normal! they just get a heart attack sometimes -

asra hates that people are afraid of you, so they use a little trick of magic most likely

it doesn’t change you no, it just makes you feel more approachable and nice,

they try to play it off but when more people start talking to you than normal, you know he did a little something for you :)

Julian

panic but mostly confusion

he doesn’t know it’s not contagious or lethal and he doesn’t really give you a chance to explain that

unless you scream it at him

when he hears it’s not anything horrible he’s gonna be even more confused

you’re sick, you’re showing all the same symptoms why aren’t you worried??

if you tell him or asra tells the two of you hes more relieved than confused

would definitely get you a matching eyepatch if you got a red eye like he does

helps you everyday if you let him

he feels even more guilty when he figured out you worked at his clinic when you got sick

malak probably doesn’t care- but still helps you if you ever need anything and can’t fetch it

the doctor probably knows how to suppress the symptoms the most,

lots of care with him, probably could pull off a joke or two out it if you tried hard enough

he’s sad when people get scared of you :(

he never had that due to his eyepatch, but he tries to get people to understand that if he, someone who never believed in magic, is saying it’s real, it’s gotta be!

most people still stay away but you both talk about it and probably come up with a solution pretty quickly

Nadia

worry! she’s worried about the plague and most of all you!

she knows if it’s contagious then you’re absolutely getting quarantined and she has to think of the city and-

she’s in the middle of that internal struggle when you tell her it’s not gonna hurt you or i felt anyone

she’s so lost she actually thinks you don’t know what it is

she’s like “my dove..you have the plague?? of course it could hurt you or infect others-“

when you tell her it’s been this way since you could remember she’s even more worried

when you both figure out it’s from the circumstances of your death (and resurrection) she’s more understanding

very worried for you if the symptoms hurt you from time to time

has the court physician help you to the best of their ability

chandra brings you herbs she finds in the palace garden

if you’re symptoms get worse any certain day nadia would take the day to just do more paperwork than normal, which is practically a day off for her

she’s very upset when she realizes people are afraid of you, youre her lover! she hates if people start to advise her to quarantine you

eventually she explains to the entire palace, you are her lover and that’s not changing, you’re not contagious or dying.

she might have to come up with something since not everyone believes in magic but, portia and the other loyal people in the palace know the truth

Muriel

he’s probably not worried, because asra most likely already told him beforehand

he does get worried however if your symptoms start hurting you

he doesn’t like seeing you in pain so he tried to help in any way possible

if you feel sore or just don’t feel like moving he’ll do the work for you, you’ll just have to ask

inanna always snuggles up to you when she knows you aren’t feeling too good, she’s definitely your cuddle buddy

muriel practices earthly magic, so id like to think he’s good with herbs

probably makes some sort of soup with good herbs in it for you <3

animals probably would gravitate to you even more, since most stick to people who don’t feel well to make them happier

muriel thinks it means you’re suffering and you’re just- “chickens :D”

he gets scared to even touch you sometimes, that maybe the symptoms make you weaker or more fragile than normal

you probably fake battle him to show him he’s wrong and even with this gross plague symptom, you can land some sort of hit on him

you probably aren’t gonna be around many people when you live in the woods, but if it does bother you he’ll talk with you about things you can do about it

he probably understands the most, people used to be scared of him too </3

Portia

completely worried

her brother already had the plague before and now you have it?!

she’s completely stressed and wondering if she should tell nadia to get you quarantined

you tell her that hey! it’s nothing bad, i’ve been like this since i can remember

she’s gonna go bombard asra with questions before you can stop her

when she knows it’s from when you died, she feels a little bad that you’re constantly reminded of it :(

she does try to help best she can but she’s always so busy! so she comprises and has pepi with you whenever she can’t be there

it doesn’t frighten her as much if you have red eyes! sure she knew the plague happened and it was awful but she wasn’t really there for it

pepi makes biscuits on you if you feel sore or tense

portia probably walks in on that and can’t decide to laugh or worry that her cat knows how to massage you

she’s very sad when she sees people are scared of you, and they just don’t listen when you try to explain!

she ends up telling everyone, no! you’re not sick or anything! it’s not gonna hurt them ! just give them a chance!

nobody likes a sad or angry portia so they try being around you for her sake, and probably start to like you too :)

Lucio

the one most freaked out

if you seriously tell him you’ve been like this as long as you can remember he’s scared shitless

he’s probably still worried about himself more in the beginning but eventually starts to be more worried about you

if the symptoms are bad he probably has to clock out for a minute -

but he eventually will stop being a wimp and help you with whatever symptoms you’re experiencing

when he finds out it’s from your death it probably haunts him more than before,

the biggest reason he’d feel guilty about your death is because even if you’re alive, you’re still suffering because of his mistakes

he doesn’t really know how to make you feel better but does call for the best treatment

probably is really nice to nadia to make it happen lefbkabd

melchior is probably the one to snuggle if you feel bad but mercedes joins in if it’s any worse than normal

he tries his best to help, and he probably goes through his redemption arc a lot faster like this!

he really does try to make people understand that it's not bad to be around you, people just don't listen. Some do try to hang out because if you can transform their count what's the harm?

I really love him.

asra:

but this could also be applied to any of the main six lol

Genshin headcanons:

Paimon is a mini coin bank. Sometimes she would take few mora out of chests and hide it in her mini pockets. In that way when they are a little short on mora, she can take some from her pocket and give it to the traveller

Diluc reminds the workers around the Dawn winery to frequently leave apples around in case the traveller swings by.

Amber always checks the missing posters to see if they are damaged by the rain so she can replace it with a new one. This includes those posters in hidden places such as the back of the knights headquarters and those above the windmills.

Being an adventurous chef, Xiangling frequently runs into the traveller in her travels. They would share meals before she goes back to Liyue and would leave some extra supplies for them to take.

Klee would sometimes purposefully escape her room so that Jean would be taken away from working too much. She gets tons of sweets from Lisa and Kaeya for that!

Zhongli would go share meals with Cloud Retainer and most of those times are spent talking about Xiao, Ganyu, and Shenhe.

Whenever they go around Watatsumi, Traveller would leave flowers on Teppei's house, on the spot where they last saw him.

calling him by the wrong name prank

DILUC, KAEYA, XIAO, ZHONGLI, CHILDE — gn!reader

genre/warnings: fluff(?), a little jealousy, mentions of cheating (though it never actually happens), mild swearing in zhongli and childe’s.

notes: reblogs help me tons, pls n ty :3 ack and i apologize, kaeya’s is a bit shorter than i’d like

━━ diluc;

“hey, kaeya?”

diluc lifted his head and looked around the tavern for the cryo wielder. angel’s share wasn’t open yet, so he wasn’t really sure how kaeya had gotten in.

that is until diluc noticed you were looking at him and not at kaeya.

“come again, love?”

“oh! i meant diluc, sorry.” you said, even though there were only faint traces of sincerity. “anyway, do you think that we can-”

“y/n.”

diluc’s stare was cold and unfeeling. you supposed that he was never overly kind to anyone, but then again he looked a lot more intimidating now than he usually was. he never broke eye contact, and even when you slouched and looked down, his eyes bore into you.

“why did you call me that?”

when you looked back up at him, you found that his jaw was set and he was white-knuckling the cloth he used to clean glasses.

“diluc, it was just a prank,” you laughed. “kaeya did put me up to it though.”

“i’ll kill him.” diluc said, a soft smile reaching his lips. the tension in his shoulders visibly dissipated.

you just laughed at diluc, knowing that he was joking. he gave you a fond smile from across the counter, though you didn’t see it.

venti had walked in a few moments before diluc’s last comment, quiet in order to not interrupt the both of you. the door made a small sound as it closed, but other than that, the bard was quiet as he observed.

you knew a lot of things about diluc, probably more than most others he was close with, but yet there was still one thing you hadn’t noticed. one thing that seemingly everyone else had.

the way he looked at you whenever you weren’t looking at him was... well, venti could write thousands of limericks that could never describe the emotion held in the diluc’s eyes, paired with the seemingly unconscious smile on his lips.

venti supposes that a more diluted version of it would be “love”.

━━ kaeya;

“oh, diluc, i’ve been meaning to-”

kaeya didn’t miss a beat. just as quickly as his heart had sunk, he was speaking, “you know that i’m kaeya, right? your lover?”

you gave him a smile. it seemed innocent of course, as though you hadn’t just been the cause of the pain in his chest and the lump in his throat.

“yeah, thats-”

“your only lover, right?”

you frowned at that, and you began to regret saying it. studying his face, you found his eyebrows pinned in worry — or was it fear? — and glassy eyes.

“of course, kaeya. i was just kidding, actually it was diluc’s idea. you know that i would never do... that to you.”

he nodded and stepped towards you, then wrapped his arms around you. he held you close to his chest as he pressed a kiss to your head.

“i know. i love you.”

“i love you too, kaeya.”

“of course you do, dove. c’mon, let’s see if we can go home early tonight, how’s that?” kaeya said, smiling at you.

you smiled at him and nodded, taking his hand as you walked home.

━━ xiao;

“zhongli!” you cheered happily, making your way over to xiao. “i found... what?”

xiao normally looked tense whenever he wasn’t tucked away and hiding from humans, and sometimes even when it was just him he was on edge. but you swear you see his body freeze.

it reminded you of a dog raising it’s hackles, as though you could see xiao building his walls back up again.

you regretted your choice to play this prank on him. however, before you could explain yourself he was gone.

from the top of wangshu inn, xiao was replaying the short conversation in his mind. verr goldet had mentioned to him before about how protective he could be of you, though he couldn’t be sure if he was over reacting.

much worse thoughts were running through his mind, but tried to convince himself that it was just how much time you’d spent with zhongli lately... right? even then, could you really get your lover and your friend mixed up so easily?

you knew xiao. you knew where he would be. though tedious and painstakingly slow, you were climbing on the roof of wangshu inn.

until you weren’t.

“you’re going to get hurt like that. you’ll fall.” xiao said, his voice was stern but he wouldn’t make eye contact with you.

it took you a few moments to register that xiao was the reason you were now suddenly in the kitchen. no one was here to see him, and yet you could see how on edge he looked.

“i didn’t... it was supposed to be a prank, you know i’m not like that.” you said it as though you were testing your waters, a little unsure of yourself.

he swallowed thickly and cleared his throat. “then... you...” xiao always seemed confident when he spoke. he always used a tone that showed he was sure of himself. this time, however, he sounded lost. “are you sure?”

“of course i am, i promise. i love you, xiao.”

he narrowed his eyes as though he was trying to decipher something. “i... i love you too.”

━━ zhongli;

“oh, childe, do- I mean, zhongli, do you think i should get this?” you asked, holding some sort of elixir neither of you could identify.

childe and you had been spending more and more time with each other as of late due to something you were supposed to be investigating, but somehow you’d managed to befriend the harbinger.

and of course childe had given you the idea, telling you it would be funny to watch the archon get jealous.

you looked over to zhongli to see if he’d caught the mistake. his eyebrows knitted in confusion, but he didn’t say anything about it.

“uhm,” he cleared his throat and adverted his gaze to another curious item. “if you wish to. but don’t use it without knowing what it does, it might be a poison of some sort.”

you found that strange. a part of you wondered if he’d heard you, and another part of you wondered if he even cared... he did, right?

you got your answer later that night as you walked along the harbor. the sound of childe’s laughter filled your ears, followed by zhongli’s voice.

“this isn’t funny.” his voice was stern, frustrated even. “you expect me-”

“listen,” childe started, though it was clear from his tone that he was trying not to laugh. “i swear i don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“there is no reason that you need to be around them so much. i thought you to be an honorable man, but-”

so that’s what he was talking about.

“zhongli?” you asked, and his face flushed whenever he turned to look at you. “love, thats not- it was just a joke that childe told me to pull. you know i would never hurt you like that.”

zhongli’s eyes turned back to childe, who was still trying his hardest to hold back laughter. and then he was walking over to you, interlacing his own fingers with yours, and leading you away.

“i know that, love,” zhongli said softly. “but still i worry. i apologize for that, i usually have a lot more rationale.”

“i’m the one that should be apologizing, i really didn’t know you’d think about it that much.”

he squeezed your hand lightly. “it’s alright. perhaps as a bit of payback you could stay with me tomorrow, hm? i’m sure childe can manage a single day without your help.”

━━ childe;

“zhongli! look, there’s a-”

“zhongli isn’t here, y/n.” childe said, eyeing you curiously. the way his body tensed and seemed to freeze caught your attention.

a more mature side of you knew you shouldn’t do this, but childe had begun playing tricks lately and after his most recent one you decided to get him back. he’s said your name though; pet names were almost the only thing he called you by, but he’d used your name, so you could tell he was getting bothered.

“yeah, i know. i said ‘childe’.” you responded.

he huffed and rolled his eyes away from you, growing agitated. he knew that he could trust you and he was fairly sure he could trust zhongli. then again, childe had always worried about his relationship with you — his job called for him to leave with almost no warning, and he never knew how long he’d be gone.

so of course he worried about you getting bored of that, of him, but he always brushed it off. it was unfounded... wasn’t it?

“i’m not dense. it’s not the first time you’ve said it, either. if... if you really don’t want...” fuck, was he really about to cry right now of all times? “i mean, you know i don’t wanna choose between my job and my partner, but maybe i can work something out with the other-”

“no, no,” you interrupted him, feeling your heart clench. “i was just kidding, baby. thought it was payback for your prank the other day, remember?”

he pouted almost dramatically, but you could see the tension release and his expression become more relaxed. childe pulled your close to his chest, burying his face into your neck.

“alright, but no more pranks. and i won’t either, promise... seriously though, i think if i talk to-”

“shut up.” you said, playfully hitting him. “if i do something like that just because you aren’t home, you shouldn’t be with me anyway.”

you felt him smile as he pressed a kiss to your neck. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

NAH, THIS IS FUNNY HAHSHAHA

:Hey did you know? In the Philippines, we call Japanese people ‘Hapon’??

“…”

“hapon deez nutz"

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