First Morning

Genshin [All male characters] When you ask “What would you do if I disappeared?”

Notes: Feeding everyone.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, fem!reader

Warnings: not proofread, hints of death, implications of dying, mentions of death, bit of crack, bit of angst, bit of fluff, bit of everything

Personal Favourites in this work: Venti, Diluc, Albedo, Xiao

Aether

His sister is already missing. What do you think he would feel if you ask something like that?

The fear in him is real. It seems endless, all this looking around for his sister. Adding you going missing into the mix, it was like torture. Like an endless spiral down into an endless hole.

“Aether? It’s just a hypothetical question, you don’t have to think about it too mu–” you were really just blurting out thoughts and nonsense.

He pulls you in for a hug, one arm tight around your waist and the other behind your head. “Please don’t” he whispers. “I don’t have anything else,”

He’ll become a shell of himself if you disappear. He’d look for you, but he’ll shed tears every night. 

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SHARING A BED WITH THE GENSHIN BOYS.

genre. fluff, boyfriend au cw. none. pairings. xiao, kazuha, zhongli, childe x gn!reader.

all rights reserved to me. do not repost, translate or steal.

— xiao

xiao would be absolutely postively freaking the fuck out

he wouldn’t show it, obviously, because the last thing he’d want you to see are the reddening of his cheeks and his stiffer than normal stature

he would grumble a lot but deep deep deep deep x2 down he genuinely was so excited to sleep with you for the first time because it was a new step in your relationship

it takes him like 10 minutes after you fall asleep to lay down and then for like two hours (Absolutely No Exaggeration) he stares at you like a dog on the kitchen floor when you’re making food

it would take a couple times of laying together for him to finally bot get flustered anymore

— kazuha

kazuha would be so sweet and nice!!

he’d ask if it was okay for him to lay with you like twenty times because he was scared to even get near you or make you uncomfy

he’d also offer to put a pillow wall between you both and was literally hanging off the side of the bed despite putting it up

we all know how he is

he’s def the type to talk your fucking head off the the max at night like every time you’re on the verge of finally falling asleep he speaks out snd scares the living hell out of you

the pillow wall didn’t even prevent anything when you woke up the next morning he was attached to your side sleeping peacefully with a little smile on his face like ( ◠‿◠ )

— childe

a whore

100% absolutely planned how laying with you for the first time was gonna go weeks prior to the actual night

he put on cologne, brushed his teeth 5 times, sprayed that mint mouth spray, and put on his fanciest pajamas

he wouldn’t be like xiao or kazuha at all like not even similar in the slightest bit he wouldve jumped beside you the moment he was able to… which is exactly what he did

you didn’t even have time to register what was happening when you felt a gush of air and a head full of orange hair wiz past you and you were being forced to lay your head on his chest

he kept sighing dreamily every 5 minutes and asking “isn’t this just amazing”

despite this though he is very respectful and keeps his space if you want it but if you’re a cuddler he will not let you go unless you are blue in the face so dont even try asking

— zhongli

the gentlest gentleman

he would offer to sleep on the floor and actually wouldn’t take no for an answer because he felt like it was inappropriate to lay with you when you’ve only been dating for a month

but he might’ve underestimated how… hard the floor actually was in comparison to the comfort of his mattress and literally couldn’t sleep at all

so he decided to get up and lay on the couch instead…. but then there u went and called his name

as much as he doesn’t wanna admit he was hoping you’d ask him to lay with you bc the couch was as hard as a rock too… and luckily for him you did

like childe he would absolutely give you your space but if you wanted to hug him or him to cuddle you or anything he wouldn’t say no and would more than happily oblige <333

{ 7 }

when he sees you cry.

eren yeager x fem.reader

modern au | roommates trope

the drive back to your shared apartment was a bitter one as you were forced to relive your failures over and over again.

you figured the moment you got accepted into the university of your dreams that you were unstoppable; that each and every one of your goals could be obtained as long as you were willing to put in the hard work.

so when your bad grades and failed exams kept coming up regardless of the times you have spent doing your best to study for the material, you wanted nothing more than to cry. your heart ached, your voice was raw from the shouts of frustration that clawed at your throat, and you were just so tired from it all.

when your apartment complex came to view, you parked haphazardly on your usual corner, the tears blurring your vision in such a siginificant manner you were shocked that you were able to walk up the steps and recognize the door.

your hands were shaky, and the trembling of your fingertips made you miss the lock a few times. when you finally jammed your key into the damn lock and twist it open, you winced at how the loud impact of the door slamming against the brick wall reverberated throughout the apartment.

you hoped you didn't bother your roommate, actually praying that this would be the afternoon he slept in without questioning your teary eyes.

with movements that were nothing short of robotic, you lock your door and stiffly walk to your room. as you passed by eren's bedroom, you let out a string of silent curses when the door opens to reveal his disheveled form. dressed in only a pair of sweatpants, you could see the beauty of his godlike form while he ran a hand through his shoulder length hair. ah, so he was still sleeping, and you were stupid enough to wake him up with your commotion. "the hell are you slamming doors for? can't you see i-"

the biting words seemed to die from his lips the moment his emerald gaze meets with your bloodshot ones, still filled with tears. "'m sorry eren, i promise i'll be quiet."

"wait, who the fuck made you cry?!" you did not want to deal with this, already feeling a pounding headache forming against your temples as you continued your way toward the sanctuary of your bed. when you felt his large hand encircle around your wrist, you immediately ripped yourself away from him. "i said i'm FINE, don't touch me!"

knowing your roommate was a stubborn asshole who refuses to let things go, the moment you entered your room with every intention of slamming the door in his stupidly pretty face, eren stops you, placing his full weight against the door all while glaring down at you as he spits out your name, "i asked you who the fuck made you cry! i'll kick his ass if he does this again, so just tell me already so i don't have to see you like this!"

"and why the hell do you care?! why can't you just-"

you feel his hand on your lips, thumb stroking at them with a gentleness you didn't think the eren yeager was capable of. through your many months of living with him, you found him to be an immensely attractive young man; you thought of him as being devastatingly handsome, even. sometimes, you found it hard to look at eren without feeling your heart clenching at least once.

but in time, you got used to his presence. you hid your growing crush on him, buried it within the deep depths of your heart each time he brought a new girl home and lead him to his bed like it was second nature. while he kept those beautiful women warm at night, you forced yourself to focus on your own goals. you buried your entire heart and soul into achieving your dreams, and each time you fell short, you could never prevent the feeling of helplessness that came with it. which was why you desperately needed to fall apart on your own, without eren's powerful and prying eyes on you.

yet when you tried to pull yourself away from him, he pulls you back with a grunt, not relenting. you continue watching with wide eyes as a ferocity you have never seen before hardens his gaze, "we've been living together for 8 months now, you think i don't notice when you stop singing in the shower, or how you don't dance anymore whenever you're cooking dinner for us? come on angel, tell me who made you cry. who made you lose the light that i..."

he trails off for some reason, appearing frustrated in himself. in a vain attempt to save yourself, you wiped away the snot and tears with the sleeve of your sweater to give him a self deprecating laugh. "it's never over a boy. some guy would never make me cry this fucking hard, but my failures will."

when he finally hears the truth, eren softens his gaze and gently pulls you toward his chest. you struggle a bit, asking him what he was doing, yet he merely ignores you. with your bed in sight, eren falls back on it with you in his arms. "it's okay. i understand what you're going through, more than you'll ever know."

the warmth eren surrounded you with tears down your defenses as you bury your head within his naked chest, allowing yourself to cry in his arms as you cling to him, like a child seeking comfort with her favorite blanket.

"eren, i'm so afraid of failing...so afraid of not being good enough. and i keep, i k-keep falling short and i don't know how to fix it....!"

"sssh, it's okay. you've just been working yourself too hard, baby. you're not a failure at all, you're the most hardest working person i've ever met, angel." eren scratches your scalp then, running his fingers through your hair as he smooths out each strand, making you melt against him as you felt all of the tension disappear with his mere touch alone. "give yourself time to feel better, to do the things you enjoy so that brain of yours can get that serotonin and shit."

eren's oddly considerate words makes you snort as you wipe away the last bit of your tears, feeling as though a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders when you lift yourself off of him-

only to be stopped when his powerful arms wrap themselves around your back, effectively trapping you against his naked chest once more.

you could feel the heat pool against your cheeks, embarrassment flooding your system as you weakly struggled against him, "eren, i feel better now, you can let go."

"no, i refuse to leave my girl alone even when she's done crying."

you felt eren stiffen beneath you, stuttering out excuses, "i-i mean, we're roommates, a-and roommates have each other's b-backs a-and...uhm...!"

your smile widens now, and you were finally able to pull yourself away from eren's grip to look down at him, "oh, i'm your girl now?"

you take your time and admire the blush quickly spreading across eren's cheek as he quickly looks away from you. loving this surprisingly soft side to him, you gently made him face you as you nuzzled his nose with the tip of your own, "what about all the other girls who spent the night here with you?"

"that was before i ever got to know you. they don't come around anymore because i made 'em go away. you're the one i want, angel." you take the time and relish in the way his lips gave you a soft pout, immediately making you lean down to capture them in a sweet kiss as he returned your kiss with a fervor.

with a newfound determination and warmth filling you, you had a feeling you could take on the world, failures and all, so long as eren was by your side.

a.n. - i just wanted to say, i believe in soft and caring, himbo eren supremacy ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

all stories are written by yeagererens; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

hi bub!! your prompt on “avoiding your crush” is one of my fave fics ever and i was wondering if u could write this with any of the genshin boys ❤️ hope u have an amazing day!!

avoiding your crush

feat. Childe, Kazuha, Ayato

CHILDE

You used to visit Childe at work all of the time. Keyword: used.

But when you came to terms with the fact that you were developing feelings for your friend, the visits became less frequent. Eventually you stopped all together. It was difficult for you to be around him without your heart threatening to burst out of your chest at any given moment.

Things were going well- er as well as it could be. You thought avoiding Childe would help settle your heart but you only began to miss him more. Still, you knew that this had to be done for the both of you. But when you were heading back to your place after stopping by the market, you were surprised to see Childe standing outside your door.

“Ajax,” you awkwardly smile at him as if you hadn’t been ignoring him for a couple weeks now, “shouldn’t you be working right now?”

Childe frowns at you as he follows you into your home, “I haven’t seen you in two weeks and that’s the first thing you say? Why haven’t you been visiting me? Or even hanging out with me during my free time?”

Your smile drops. Honestly, you had been hoping that he was too busy to notice your absence.

“I- errr,” you hesitate, thinking of what sort of excuse you could use. but before you can speak more, Childe is already bombarding you with questions.

“Is there a reason why you stopped coming by? Is there someone in the Fatui making you uncomfortable?” he asks, a mixture of worry and anger riddled across his face.

“I- what? No it’s not like that—” your own eyes widen, realizing that Childe got the wrong impression as the result of your actions.

“Are you being threatened by someone? Is it another Harbinger? It’s Scaramouche isn’t it? I should have kn-”

“No! It’s none of that Ajax! It’s you— I don’t show up anymore because I like you and I don’t know what to do about it!” you yell, completely frustrated that he wouldn’t let you utter a single word. But as quickly as you said it, you come to regret your words.

Childe stands there in shock, and you know that you’ve messed up. You’ve essentially ruined the friendship you had with him by digging up the feelings you’ve been trying so desperately to hide.

“Wait no, please let me explain-” you try to come up with some sort of excuse for your words, but Childe shakes his head.

“Y/n, I’m going to go outside for just a second. Let me gather my thoughts please” he calmly tells you. And before you can even respond he steps out of your house, gently closing the door behind him.

But not even a minute passed and Childe reenters your house- albeit not looking that much different than he did before.

“I’m going to need you to repeat what you said for me please” he asks, his demeanor still calm. You can’t get a read on his expression, but you’re inclined to believe that he was upset with you.

“No I- well, what I meant was-” you start to stammer, trying to find away to retract your words and have it so he never heard you in the first place. In the midst of your incoherent ramblings, Childe walks up to yours standing a mere foot away.

He brings his hands up to your cheeks, and you have no choice but to look up at him.

“Y/n,” there was something about the tone in his voice- it was so soft but also so desperate, “please, repeat what you said. I want to make sure I heard correctly before I do anything”.

His words made you pause- because you could have a suspicion regarding the motive behind his words. But you’d rather not jump to any conclusions. Still, he was your closest friend that asked for your honesty.

“...I like you Ajax,” you finally admit.

Childe’s eyes widen ever so slightly, as if it was the first time he heard these words. He presses a kiss to your forehead before leaning his own forehead against yours, sighing in relief.

You felt your own cheeks warming up, and surely he could feel it too.

“You’re too precious, Y/n” he murmurs under his breath.

He straightens up, pleased with the flustered look on your face. But before he could tease you any further, he checks the time, cursing under his breath.

“Damn, okay I actually have to head back right now. But once I’m done with everything, let’s talk, yeah? I have something to confess to you too,” he grins at you, sneaking a quick kiss on your cheek before taking off.

You still stood in your house, groceries in hand, absolutely shocked at what just happened. Your cheeks continued to burn as you replayed his words in your brain.

It was certainly something to look forward to.

KAZUHA

When moment came around and you realized you had feelings for Kazuha, your closest friend, you honestly weren’t sure what to make of it. Perhaps this was just a small crush that would dissipate. It made sense- Kazuha was cute, he always knew the right things to say to make anyone’s heart flutter. Yours especially.

But the crush didn’t go away. If anything, you started to like him more as the days went by. You started noticing little details about him that only made him seem more endearing to you. And your heart couldn’t take it.

Just being around Kazuha made you frantic. You couldn’t help it when your gaze naturally lingered towards him, or the way you subconsciously stood perhaps the slightest bit too close to him. You felt like your heart was pouring out- and you were honestly afraid of coming off as overbearing around him.

And so, you started to distance yourself from the samurai. Not forever- just temporarily until you were able to ket yourself in check. You didn’t think much about your actions; in fact you thought that perhaps he wouldn’t even recognize your absence during this time.

But one morning, you hear knocking at your door, and who else wold be standing in front than Kazuha himself? By this point, two weeks have already passed. 

“Kazuha! What brings you here?” you nervously ask. The feelings you had for him didn’t settle down at all- if anything, seeing him like this after two weeks made your heart beat even faster.

But Kazuha remains stoic.

“Well, we haven’t spoken in a while, and everytime I see you out you seem to ignore me or walk in the other direction. Care to explain?” he asks you.

You can’t answer him. How would you come up with a reasonable explanation that didn’t give away all of your feelings at once?

“Have I done something wrong?” Kazuha asks once more, and you’re unable to meet his gaze, unsure of what to say.

But he takes your silence as an answer.

“I see,” he says, his eyes darting down to the floor, “well, I’m really sorry I’ve upset you. I’d like to know what I did wrong, but if you no longer wish to see me then I’ll respe-”

“No, it’s not like that!” you exclaim in full panic.

“Sometimes I just don’t know how to act around you and wait- it’s not like I’m intimidated by you or anything it’s because I get really nervous around you and my heart starts racing a lot and I think you’re really amazing-” you continue rambling about. Words were never your strong suit, a direct contrast to Kazuha’s natural tendency to be oh so articulate.

The samurai smiles, folding his arms as he leans against the doorway. Even amidst your babbling, he’s able to grasp the situation. He’s just waiting for you to say it first.

“I make you nervous? In what way? The same frightening way that monsters appear to new adventurers?” Kazuha asks you, his lips forming a small grin.

"What? No of course not! I’m not like scared of you in that way! It’s just that.. that..”

You fumble around with your words, and lose all composure as you become a flustered mess. Kazuha only chuckles, pulling you close to him so he could rest his forehead on your shoulder. If you weren’t so wrapped up with your words, you would’ve noticed the way Kazuha’s cheeks were absolutely flushed.

“I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to tease you so much. Take your time Y/n, and tell me when you’re ready, yeah?” he reassures you.

You don’t say a single word in response, only nodding along to his question. One of these days, you’d have the courage to face him and be honest with your feelings. And Kazuha could wait forever for that day.

Because unbeknownst to you, while you felt like your heart was racing all of the time around Kazuha, his heart was experiencing the same exact thing. It was only a matter of time before you would learn this though.

AYATO

Being friends with the Kamisato Clan certainly held a lot of perks. Not that you ever utilized these privileges— you were truly close to the Kamisato siblings (and Thoma) simply because you enjoyed being around them.

You were especially close with Ayato. You spent most of your free time up at the estate, and not a day went by where you weren’t in his office, chatting with him. Ayato insisted that you weren’t a bother and that he had just finished his work by the time you showed up- though you had doubts that this happened every time you swung by.

It didn’t take long for you to develop the biggest puppy crush on him.

Nor did it take long for rumors to circulate about you two.

You were walking around Inazuma City, aiming to buy groceries for the next hot pot game planned. And that’s when you heard the hushed whispers behind you.

“Isn’t that the one close to the Kamisato siblings?”

“I think so- I heard they’re just trying to get close to Ayato because he’s the head”

You stilled at their words- none of it was true of course. But you didn’t have any courage in you to tell them otherwise. You genuinely liked Ayato, and you never once used the Kamisato name to uplift yourself. Would anyone believe you though? You were still an outsider, so anyone would see you as someone trying to climb the social ladder. How frustrating. Normally you wouldn’t mind, but what if Ayato thought the same? You constantly pestered him— was he just humoring you this entire time while secretly resenting you?

And from the day onwards, you kept your visits to the estate to a minimum- only swinging by to finish any errands you had with them. And even when you were there, you avoided going to Ayato’s office, only speaking to Ayaka and Thoma. Hopefully he was too swamped with his duties to realize your absence.

But to hope for that was asking for too much.

Because days later, as you were strolling through Inazuma City, you felt a quick tap on your shoulder. Once you turned your head, you were greeted by Ayato’s face, mere inches away from your own.

“Found you,” Ayato smiles, and you feel your cheeks warming up. But before you can let your heart run wild, your eyes do a quick scan of the area around you. It was quite the busy street, and Ayato was bound to be recognized. You quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him to behind one of the shops and out of view from any passerby's.

“What are we doing back here? C’mon, lets go to the shops and buy stuff for our next hot pot game. We had to postpone the last one since you didn’t show up” Ayato says, grasping your hand in his and bringing you back to the bustling streets. You try resisting, still in a panic that someone could see the two of you together.

“Ayato wait no! People might think-” your pleads are quickly interrupted and Ayato comes to a halt, turning back around to face you. His usual smile was gone, replaced with a more serious expression.

“You don’t think I know what the latest gossip is around here? People talk nonsense all of the time. No matter what we do, they’ll always scrutinize us. I’ve learned to just ignore it and let it die down” Ayato tells you.

He hesitates for a second, and the look in his eyes turn solemn.

“However, if you still have objections, I’ll respect your decisions” he says, and you notice how the grip he has on your hand loosens a bit. Because maybe he could ignore these rumors, but the gossip subject was you, and Ayato didn’t know if you wanted to be entangled in such a lifestyle that would warrant this much attention.

You shake your head, adjusting your hand so that the two of you were now interlocking fingers.

“No… I’m fine with them. I just didn’t want you to believe in them either,” you murmur.

Ayato smiles softly at you, “I would never,” he reassures you before bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of your hand. From the corner of your eye you saw how people turned away, whispering amongst themselves. But neither of you cared at all.

“You know if they’re going to keep talking about how you’re using us to gain social status- might as well make you a Kamisato then,” Ayato chuckles, giving you a little wink. Flustered, you divert your gaze away, choosing to focus on the shops the two of you were walking past instead.

You don’t even want to think about what he could be implying— surely he was teasing you. But while you were too busy looking away from him, you missed the way he sported the fainted blush across his cheeks.

i know we all love toji being nasty, but i'd love to see a (slightly) sweeter side of him and the reader as mamaguro, if possible?? maybe featuring the reader in his lap, the first time toji's ever really wanted to really do right by his partner... the ability of a man like him to have a softer side has plagued me ever since akutami said he mellowed out with his wife 😭

saying the important things - toji x fem!reader (2.1k)

toji’s not the kind of man who wears his heart on his sleeve. but he’ll try, for you. 

warnings: none! reader is mamaguro and uses fem pronouns, pregnancy is briefly talked about. this is just soft honestly

[reblogs/comments appreciated! // my jjk masterlist]

Megumi is sleeping.

He lays in his crib, his chubby cheeks squished against the soft mattress, his hair dark and messy. At times like this, you can see so much of Toji in him, and it makes your heart ache. You can’t believe that you helped create something so perfect – from his tiny face, the tilt of his nose, the perfectly formed fingers and toes . . . You find it hard to believe that Megumi could really be yours.

“You’re starin’ at the kid again.”

Toji’s voice comes from behind you and startles you – you jump, guiltily turning to see your husband. His voice is dark and rough, but as you see him you realise that his face is anything but. Oh, sure – he has a scar bisecting the corner of his lip, muscles rippling out of a tight black shirt. But the look on his face is peaceful, and as he meets your eyes it just seems to fade into something even more so.

“You come stare at him,” you say, “you’ll understand why.”

He makes a little huff of amusement – but Toji Fushiguro is under your thumb, so he humours you by moving forward. Big arms wrap around your waist, making you feel safe and held in his embrace. His chin rests on your shoulder, sharp green eyes on the messy-haired bundle of wonder sleeping in the crib that you’d watched Toji build with a screwdriver clenched between his teeth.

(“How hard can it be?” He’d asked you. “S’flat pack, right? Guys who aren’t half as smart as me do it--”. In the end, it had taken six and a half hours and Toji had had to physically pick you up and sit you down on a chair because you couldn’t stop bending down to help. He’d placed his hands on his hips and pointed an accusing finger at you. “You’re gonna get yourself stressed, sweetheart, and it isn’t gonna do any good for the kid.” You hadn’t expected Toji Fushiguro to be the over-protective kind . . . but you’d be lying if you said that his pout and furrowed eyebrows weren’t adorable).

Megumi’s eyes had turned the same shade of green as Toji’s around the five month mark, for the record.

“We did a good job, huh?” There’s a hint of pride in Toji’s voice that he does his best to dampen down – he’s trying to be cool, even now. Your hands come to rest over his own, where they’re clasped onto your hips.

“I think we did a great job,” you tell him, and snorts out a little laugh against your neck that tickles, making you bend back into sub-consciously. “No, really. I think he’ll fetch a high price on the black market. Look at all of that hair.”

“Takes after me,” Toji tells you. “I think I’d fetch a high price too.”

“You know you’d fetch a high price,” you say, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. You find yourself on your tip-toes just so you can feel a little closer to equal to him. “You’re a wanted man, Mr Fushiguro--”

“You’re a wanted woman, Mrs Fushiguro,” He says, bending his head – and his lips brush across yours, and you feel your entire body fill with the heady knowledge that he wants you. You know it – he makes it clear in the gentler way he holds you against him, his attempts to do chores around the house, the way his fingers entangle with yours when you’re out doing grocery shopping as a little family. But there’s something that you can’t quite express that feels all the more special about the embrace and the words when you two are on your own.

It hadn’t always been like this.

When you’d first met Toji, he’d been all dark flashing eyes and dangerous smile and tugging hands, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth as he flirted and charmed his way into your life. His voice had been dark and deep, he’d winked at you and made insinuations and insisted, occasionally, that this wasn’t a relationship so much as a mutually beneficial arrangement--

Until someone else had flirted with you in a club and Toji had grabbed your hand and pulled you into him, arm wrapping around your waist. Perhaps you’d been trying to make him jealous – you’d long ago accepted that your crush on Toji and desire to make him yours officially were going to come to a sticky end, seeing as he seemed to value his freedom so highly – but you hadn’t expected it to work.

He’d murmured into your neck that night that you were his, forever, and he never wanted to see someone else’s hands on you again--

“Does this mean I can call you my boyfriend, finally, then?” You’d asked, a hand cupping his cheek, thumb brushing the scar on his lip. Toji had grinned at you, dark and deep and dangerous but warmer than you’d ever seen it. He’d held you that night like he’d just realised how precious you were.

“Sweetheart,” he’d said to you in response. “Hell. Y’can call me your husband if you want.”

You had laughed and thought he was joking.

“Maybe I’ll try that after a proper proposal,” you’d said, tapping his nose. You’d expected him to grab your hand before you could make contact and pin you underneath him, tell you off for being so cheeky – but instead, the pad of your finger had made contact with it and you swore you’d seen a dark flush dust his high cheekbones.

You’d figured that was the end of it, until two weeks later he’d pulled out an expensive-looking ring whilst the two of you watched a movie.

“Well?” He’d asked you, looking almost uncomfortable – almost afraid that you might say ‘no’. “Whaddya say, angel? Gonna try callin’ me husband now?”

And you had.

He’d confessed everything to you before he’d asked about taking your name. His exact line of work, why he wanted to leave his old surname behind – and though you know you shouldn’t have, you’d simply taken it in stride. If this was what it took to have him, you would accept it; it had been too long, and you loved him too much, to simply walk away. You’d found out you were expecting Megumi six weeks before the small wedding and had told Toji immediately.

He’d seemed scared, but he’d seemed excited to – whirling you around like you weighed nothing before he anxiously put you back down and stepped back.

“That’s fine, right?” He’d asked. “I dunno much about kids. I haven’t hurt ‘em or anything, have I?”

He’d made a real effort around the house whilst you were incapacitated by your pregnancy, too – sometimes too much of one, as he batted away your attempts at cooking or cleaning with an insistent ‘I can do it, sweetheart!”. You’d let him make mistakes – honestly, a couple of disasters notwithstanding he’d made a decent effort.

You’re not afraid to leave Megumi alone with him, though Toji still hasn’t quite mastered the life skill of ‘talking to my baby as if he is my child and not simply a friend who I want to slightly intimidate’.

Sometimes you see Toji sat in an armchair with Megumi in his arms, a tiny hand wrapped around Toji’s massive thumb, and you think you could die from how much you love them both.

“C’mon,” Toji murmurs, breaking the kiss. “He’s fast asleep.”

You let yourself be dragged over to said armchair in the corner of the room, next to the little case of children’s books you and Toji had chosen for him

Megumi likes dogs; he claps his pudgy little hands together whenever one is introduced in the bright colours and flat pages. At nine and a half months, he had furrowed his little face and pronounced; “Gog. Goggy.”. Toji had grabbed the cheap camcorder that he’d been recording as many milestones as possible on and tried to bully Megumi into saying it again, but all of the footage he’d actually gotten was you laughing in the background as Megumi attempted to cross his chubby little arms and look at his father in disapproval. He had not said ‘goggy’ again until you had thoughtlessly picked up a little pair of black and white stuffed dogs whilst in a toy-shop with him to show him. Toji had had to go back to the shop ten minutes before closing to purchase them, and even now Megumi tucks them under his arms when you take him out in his pushchair.

You let yourself, too, be pulled into Toji’s lap as your husband gets comfortable, readjusting your body so he can wrap his arms around you and you can bury your face into his neck.

He smells like cigarettes and your laundry powder, familiar and comforting.

He takes a deep, pleased breath that makes the muscles in his throat ripple – you bring up a hand and trace them, fingertip lodging in the hollow of his throat for a moment before your hand moves down to rest over his clavicle, and then where his heart is beating steadily under his clothes and skin.

“You feelin’ me up, baby?” He asks with a smirk. “Y’can just ask, you know--”

“I’m feeling your heartbeat,” you say to him, listening to his pulse in his neck. “I think it might have stopped. We should look into it.” “Is this because I made that joke about the black market? Babe, you’d never let me fuckin’ sell our kid--” “Don’t swear around Megumi,” you say, automatically, your eyes swivelling to Megumi’s crib without moving your head from its comfortable position. “You’ll give him a dirty mouth.”

“You love my dirty mouth,” Toji purrs, the arm around your waist pulling you in tighter and closer. Heat rushes to your face and you give him a headbutt in the neck that’s half affectionate and half warning.

“Not now,” you say, sighing comfortably. Toji is warm and solid and always there for you. “I’m too comfy.”

“Ah, far be it for me to interrupt your nap-time,” he teases, but he pushes a kiss onto your forehead anyway. “Hell, I could go to sleep here myself. Nobody said havin’ a kid would be this much effort.”

“Everyone said it,” you say, stifling a yawn. “You just didn’t believe them.”

He snorts again.

“Y’got me there,” he says. “Wouldn’t change him for the world, though.”

“You’re just saying that because he takes after you,” you smile against his skin. “If he looked like me and acted like me, if he was sweet and demure--”

This gets another laugh from Toji, who knows exactly just how not sweet and not demure you can be.

“I’d love him even more, probably,” he says. “We’re gonna have some fuckin’ blow-ups in the future, sweetheart. Good job you’ll be around to sort out your men, right?”

The arm not about your waist moves so he can cup your face now, tip your chin up towards him. His eyes are still very sharp, but they’re softened with love as he looks down at you. Toji gives you these moments in the quiet of night – when he’s not formerly-of-the-Zenin-family, when he’s not the ‘Sorcerer Killer’, when he’s not an assassin-for-hire – when he’s just Toji Fushiguro, your husband and father of your child. You treasure every single one of them and hold them close to you like a precious pearl, stringing them onto a necklace of memories you’ll cling to forever.

“I’ll be around forever,” you tell him. “If I die, I’ll come back to haunt you and tell you what a shitty job you’re doing on the PTA.”

He snorts.

“Don’t even joke,” he tells you with a flickering smirk – but that smirk quickly drops away to be replaced with a look of intense solemnity. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“Are you getting soft on me?” You ask, but the hand tipping your chin up does a little jerk.

“Please,” Toji says, a little softer now. “Let me tell you I love you and mean it.”

Sparks fly all through your stomach, your heart twisting in your ribcage. You rarely see this kind of gravitas on his face – he rarely takes this tone, almost needy as he implores you to listen.

“I love you too,” you breathe. “You know that.”

He pulls you into a kiss that knocks the breath out of you, that makes you feel like you and Toji and Megumi are the only real people on Earth and everyone else is an imitation.

“Yeah,” he says, gruff. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearin’ you say it, though.”

bakugou has a surprisingly good sleep schedule. he goes to bed rather early while you’ll stay up and play on your phone. you think that you’re not disturbing bakugou but putting your screen brightness on low and having your volume turned down but at some point bakugou can’t take it anymore. bakugou will grab your phone, toss it somewhere, and pull you into his chest. “go to sleep, dumbass” he’ll order. all he wants is for you to get a good nights rest too

ASHES FROM PURGATORY — TWO

A/N: The reader is getting closer and closer to her encounter with Midoriya, I confess that I am anxious to write about... So from this chapter onwards, I will alternate the diary version with the narration version.

Warnings ⚠️: mentions of blood and death.

Pairing: Villain!Deku × afab!reader.

More information about the story: here.

⠀⠀27 April 2031,

Ever since the quirk registration system was put in place my life has gone to shit. Not that it was ever good these last ten years, but from time to time I need to walk in the shadows with a mask on my face so I don't get caught, it would be bad if someone managed to drag me to the nearest health clinic.

As the name implies, the government makes a documentation of your quirk, those whose individualities are not useful are dismissed, but if you are unlucky enough to be useful or have a rare quirk, you will be taken to the trial where it will be decided whether you become a member of the Paranormal Liberation Front or become one of the many quirkless. Fortunately I was able to escape that.

My mom, if she were alive of course, would be taken away for sure. She had a rare kind of space-time quirk that allowed her to open portals, to teleport people or objects to two non-adjacent locations. My father didn't have such a flashy quirk, but it was useful in his work at the hospital, it was an quirk of not feeling tired or not needing sleep, something like that, I can't remember now because I haven't thought about them for a long time. And I had my little sister, who had not manifested a quirk at that time.

My whole family died on D-Day like thousands of other innocent people, unfortunately I was not as lucky. I was coming back from the beach when the bombing started and my father sent me a message telling me to run and hide. At the time I didn't understand what that meant, but when the buildings started to fall and half the city was engulfed in fire, I ran away as fast as I could.

I found out what happened in the morning before my mobile phone battery ran out. Bakugou - the student tipped to be hero number one - had been murdered by Izuku Midoriya, the self proclaimed successor of All For One and the Symbol of Fear, thousands died during the battle, the images of the genocide were broadcast for the whole world to watch and since that day the concept of happiness has been erased from that reality.

Would all this have happened if I had not been negligent at that time? This doubt wears away what little sanity I have left, so I cannot fantasise what my life would have been like in a colourful future, not without this sweet dream ending in a sea of blood.

Dreaming adds to the weight on my conscience, but I can't help imagining how nice it would be to open the door of my house and smell the smell of home-baked breads prepared by my mother. Although anything would be better than the smell of ashes and blood stuck to the soil of this country.

this problem has been bugging him for weeks. how dare you, a measly, meaningless extra, dare to make bakugo katsuki, the bakugo katsuki, fall in love with you. the audacity, really. but that’s not the end of it. he wants these butterflies in his stomach gone, and according to Wikihow.com, the best thing to do would be,

— a confession.

so he makes one (after he thinks about it for weeks). it’s probably the best confession you’ve ever recieved, he thinks to himself, if not the only one. a smirk plays on his face, ha, i’m so funny.

the classroom starts to empty out as the bell for dismissal time rings. bakugo walks past your desk, sliding a small, folded note on the surface of the wooden top. “what-” you don’t even get to finish your sentence, because he glares at you with blushing cheeks and runs away. “ok”, you say, laughing at his antics. the note unfolds into a crumpled piece of notebook paper, and there you see in his ugly, scrawny, writing ;

“date me or be lame.”

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Imagine

prince!kaeya hires you to be his maid a few days ago, but he’s really demanding. he treats you like he’s known you for years. one day he calls you to his room and to your surprise, he’s almost half naked. but you have no choice but to obey. what are you gonna do?

TW: suggestive smut

MINORS DON’T INTERACT

“Y/n.” A stern sounding voice calls you from behind in the the halls of the throne room, “Your highness” you all bow before his highness, Prince Kaeya Alberich. “Y/n huh?” He repeats your name as he walks closer to you, after eyeing all the other maids, you were the only one who had eyes of an angel. “Pretty little thing~” he says as he smiles at you and walks towards his throne. “Your hired, as well as those two beside her.” “Yes your highness.”

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