" No Need For Small Talk. All That Matters Is That You Were Safe Last Night. " — Diluc Masterlist

The sluttiest depiction of Cardan.

Artist: frostbite.studios

Inspired by @//wake-uptoreality!!

I can't find the artist of these adorable images so plzzz tell if you know <//3

• Kaeya, Itto

•Aether, Thoma, Venti, Gorou, Bennett

•Zhongli, Kazuha, Diluc, Xiao, Albedo, Razor, Chongyun

•Ayato, Childe, Heizou, Xingqui

I hate you.

Jude and Cardan - The Cruel Prince

Artist: @sallteas

once again in shambles emotionally bc of this fictional character (diluc genshin impact)

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ love (untold)

as complete total opposites you and hyunjin have been friends for as long as you both can remember. he has always been by your side whenever you called, he just wishes you would call to tell him you love him.

pairing: nerd!hyunjin x fem!reader

genres: social media au (smau), written, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, unrequited love, senior year (college), jealous bff (both ways) more to be added

extra: they have been friends for 14 years, hyunjin fell first and harder, hyunjin super geek, yn very popular, both are very touchy to each other, yn terrible taste in guys..

playlist: you are in love - taylor swift | fallingforyou - the 1975 | the only exception- paramore | sweet - cigarettes after sex | sorry, i love you - stray kids | love untold-hyunjin | miss you - hyunjin | there - stray kids |

authors note: hey… THIS WILL BE A SHORT ONE (i hope)

status: ongoing

taglist: open

1- shit bag to go

2- what moms are hot??

3- cliterferencing right now

4- enemies to lovers trope

5- teach me how to kiss

6- you fucked hyunjin??

7- i want him inside me

8- live tweeting before sex

- extras

hyunjins first time

if

I love how you tell from this picture which ragbro the artist thirst for.

Like Diluc is here bein cute and then Kaeya is like AuRrrghhhnnnGAaahhHH.

Mockingbird

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x F!Reader

Genre: Crack, fluff, lil angst

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: Canon divergent, OOC, profanity, bodily harm, gang violence, mentions of gore, casual misogyny, y/n genuinely tries to be a good parental figure, Shin keeps being a simp

You were born rotten, but he had a chance.

pt. 1 | previous | playlist

“If we win, I want your second in command to go out with me!” Shinichiro proudly announced, his hands crossed over his chest with a shit-eating grin.

He heard Wakasa facepalm beside him as a collective groan passed through the Black Dragons.

Tomoe allowed just a flash of bewilderment to mark her face, before she started laughing, hysterically, bending at the waist and clutching her stomach as she leaned on you to not fall.

You heard your members snickering behind you as you stood beside your leader, an unimpressed look plastered on your face as you stared at the man in front of you.

His hair was a fucking embarrassment.

Tomoe straightened up, still giggling, but as soon as she looked at Shiniciro’s face, her hysterical fit of laughter started again.

“Wait, sorry, let me just-“ She barely managed to wheeze out, catching her breath, “Let me just-“

She burst out laughing again.

You sighed, seemingly irritated but with a playful smirk on your lips.

“Y/n, do you accept those conditions?” She somehow got out, breathless and face red from laughter, looking up at you and cackling when she saw your unimpressed face.

“I mean, sure, but,” You licked your lips, eyes passing over Shinichiro’s form, “This isn’t really a gang matter, is it?”

“Oh, you’re right!” Tomoe clapped her hands, having the same thought as you, the shit-eating grin still on her face as she stepped away from you and you just knew she’ll torment you about this later.

“Here, let’s strike a deal, lover boy,” Stepping forward, your hands deep inside the pockets of your pants, you grinned, and you could swear you saw the man gulp, “No need to bring our gangs into our clearly destined love. Let’s do this one-on-one.”

Another groan passed through Black Dragons, and you could swear you heard the tall, dark-skinned man say ‘Great. Now we’ll have to bury him.’

“One-on-one? Cool, second in command versus second in command, let’s do this.” The dark-haired man with a scar standing next to Shinichiro stepped forward, cracking his knuckles with a grin, but Tomoe shook her head.

“You’re not the one tryna take our poor y/n away, are you? Only he*,” She nodded in Shinichiro’s direction, “Can fight for this to a fair deal.”

“Oh well, I tried,” Takeomi shrugged, stepping back, “It was nice knowing you, Shin.”

“Wait!” Shinichiro suddenly exclaimed, pointing a finger at you, “How old are you?”

Amusement twinkled in your eye.

“19.”

Shinichiro swiftly turned to Wakasa, worry written all over his face.

“It wouldn’t be weird to date someone two years younger, right?”

Wakasa looked close to popping a blood vessel.

“I’d really prefer if you were more woRRIED ABOUT THE FACT YOU’RE ABOUT TO FUCKING DIE!”

“Is it weird?”

“NO, YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH, BUT YOU’LL NEVER TAKE HER OUT BECAUSE WE’RE ABOUT TO ORGANISE YOUR FUNERAL!”

Shinichiro shrugged.

“Tell gramps and ‘Zana and Emma and Mikey I love them.”

Wakasa looked utterly and fully done with everything.

“So will we fight, sweetheart?” Stepping closer to Shinichiro with your hands inside your pockets, your smile was infectious.

“Of course!” Grinning, even as his gang let out another prolonged groan, Shinichiro shrugged off his jacket, stepping closer as well.

“Before we do, lover boy,” You sounded too cocky and too excited, but he couldn’t help to find it immensely attractive, “Pick a number between 1 and 7.”

Ah, he knew this one, Wakasa warned him about it.

He also said to never pick 7.

So, naturally…

“Seven!” Confidently crossing his arms, he proudly exclaimed even as silence fell over your up-until-now laughing gang.

Quirking an eyebrow, your face turned inquisitive.

“Are you sure you want that?”

“Positive!”

The huff Takeomi let out from behind him almost muted Tomoe’s serious, muttered command.

“Someone have an ambulance ready.”

Your grin seemed to split your face in half, with too many teeth and a glint in your eye.

The fact that Wakasa already had a prayer circle going wasn’t too encouraging.

“Hey, Shin! What colour flowers do you want on your grave?”

The second your foot connected with his solar plexus, he almost regretted not responding.

The worst part wasn’t even that he got beat up within an inch of his life, the blood from his broken nose seeping down his throat, mixing with saliva and pooling on the inside of his mouth, body full of aches and misery, and at this point, he was sure he at least had a broken rib.

No, that wasn’t the worst of it, and he knew Wakasa, Benkei and Takeomi would laugh at him if they could read his thoughts, but to hell, at least those were private.

The worst was that this truly will be his 21st rejection, and to hell with it, what is he doing wrong?

You fought fast and mean, something ferocious and self-confident in your steps, most of your movements a blur Shinichiro could barely register, not wasting any time on intimidation tactics or chit-chat, even when he asked ‘Nice weather up there?’ when you threw him on the ground, looming above him, before beating the shit out of him all over again.

He tapped your hip three times, signalling defeat, and as you got off him, leaving him alone on the ground, eyes closed, he could hear his members murmuring, asking if he’s alive.

“Well, that concludes our match, ‘twas nice doing business with ya! We will continue sharing the turfs, no problems now, are there?” Tomoe exclaimed, grinning like a mad woman in front of your cheering gang.

Shinichiro flashed a thumbs up, every movement another hellscape of misery for his already aching body.

Wakasa was the first by his side, grabbing his hand to pull him up, anger and worry mixing on his face, but shutting up as soon as he saw Shinichiro’s warning look.

“Come on Shin, get up, not like that bitch was that pretty anyway.”

Before Shinichiro could scold him, silence fell over Dead Snakes again, each and every member cautiously looking at you.

“Well now he’s done it.” Tomoe sighed, seemingly exhausted in a second.

Neither Wakasa nor Shin had enough time to process when you appeared before them, hand reaching and fingers tangling into Wakasa’s hair, getting into his face.

Even as the two of you fought, Shinichiro noted, all to be seen on your face was a mask of smug calmness, not another emotion betrayed, but now, you looked pissed.

Shinichiro took a long breath.

“Well then, let’s have a chat, Imaushi, whatcha think about that? Why are you cowering? Fucking scared?” Sneering, your grip on his hair tightened, “I am not interested in hearing any of your bullshit. That bitch, huh?”

Your face was mere inches from Waka’s, his teeth gritting from the pain as your eyebrows furrowed and lips pulled into a sadistic smile, voice absolutely furious.

“Let’s be honest, Imaushi, if I was a guy, you’d be begging to suck my dick right here and now. You’d think I’m the coolest fucking guy out there, but oh no, I’ve got a couple of hormones wrong and a slit between my legs, and so I’m just a bitch, aren’t I?”

“Hey-“ Shinichiro tried, but Tomoe stepped in before he could get another word in, her hand gently settling on your shoulder.

“Come on, y/n, we’ve won, he’s just an asshole. Let him go.”

You did as you were told instantly, allowing Wakasa to fall to the ground with a thump.

Tomoe gently wrapped her arm around your shoulder, throwing Wakasa a glare as she started dragging you away, but you stopped her for a second, turning to Shinichiro.

“Hey, loverboy!”

Shinichiro look at you, confused, raising an eyebrow.

“Meet you at the Wandakura Park, Friday, 7 p.m. sharp. Don’t be a minute late or I’m dipping,” Smirking at his bamboozled face, you allowed Tomoe to start walking you to the rest of the gang, not even looking at him as you shouted, “You’re kinda cute with your hair down!”

Shinichiro continued staring for a couple of minutes even after you left, kneeling on the ground, eyes wide and unfocused.

Takeomi poked him with a stick, and even then, all Shinichiro did was turn his head, looking right through him.

“I have a date.” Whispering, Shinichiro finally smirked.

“WITH A FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!” Screaming, Wakasa finally stood up, ruffling his hair and cringing at the sensation.

“To be fair,” Benkai started, “She had a point-“

“Not another word, I swear to God.”

. . . next

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