=͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜... 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘼𝙧𝙚

=͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜... 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙃𝙤𝙯𝙞𝙚𝙧 [ 𝘼𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙨, 𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙤, 𝘾𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣 ]

@aroundsometimes

AHHH I’m so, so sorry this took so long, school started again and it hit me like a bitch 😭😭

Hope you enjoy this Diluc piece, I definitely didn’t. I also hope I captured the vibe of the song correctly (once again, definitely didn’t) but that’s ok. Sorry if you didn’t want this to be a romance, I tried to keep it a generic as possible in case you didn’t, and finally, thank you for being my first ever request!!

Anyways, enough of my yapping. On with the show.

❝ That I'd be Anywhere that you are That you are ❞

Diluc is busy. Between duties as the infamously dubbed ‘Darknight Hero’, or everyday ones as Master Diluc or Angel Share’s bartender, his schedule is always packed. Regardless of the circumstances, it’s always taken his utmost effort to keep his day running smoothly without fail.

Of course, the universe has other ideas for the pyro user, because the one day all he’s doing is tending to the vineyard, you crash his plans. Quite literally.

You fall out of the sky, landing on one of the empty wooden carts — and thankfully not getting impaled on a fence. It takes a single glance to see the ice encrusted on your feathers, stiffening them up and weighing them down. Work of the Fatui, Diluc’s mind supplies immediately. Scum.

He moves to help — why wouldn’t he lend a hand to those targeted by the same filth he has been? Especially when the issue can be fixed so quickly with his vision and resources?

Unfortunately for him, it’s you that’s the problem.

“Don’t touch me.” You practically snarl and crawl away, wings arching as you tremble from the effort of keeping them extended in what he assumed was an attempt at keeping him at arms — or wings — length.

The action exposes your very human torso and legs, barely covered by a few stray feathers and scraps of surprisingly clean cloth, like a much more respectable hillichurl. But Diluc keeps his eyes on your face, excluding a simple glance for weapons and other injuries.

How strange. His face feels hot— hotter than usual as he meets your piercing gaze.

“I’m not going to—“

“Quiet.”

He’s cut off by your voice, it’s sharp and clipped, but just soothing enough to lull him into silence. If it were nicer words you were saying, perhaps he’d be… hypnotised. In a way.

He takes the brief moment to take you in, eyes flickering to your wings — broken and covered in small holes that can only be from the shards from an icy explosion, and to your eyes — cold and guarded as you stare him down, as if he’s the one who tried to hurt you.

The silence stretches in between the two of you, both locked in a staring contest and neither making a move to break it. It’s almost like you’re both trying to gouge each other’s soul simply by looking.

With more effort than he thought necessary, Diluc gets his mouth to move. “I hardly believe you can order me, when it’s my property you’ve crashed into, while injured.”

Apparently, it was the wrong thing to say.

You practically hiss at him, your wings flaring to full size as you stumble backwards and try to bring yourself back up — to your feet, rather than on your knees.

“I don’t care.” Your voice is almost too hoarse to be heard over the pounding of blood in Diluc’s ears.

You’re in pain, obviously, and the strain of speaking must’ve hurt more than it would’ve done any good. He has to resist the urge to rush over and help. You wouldn’t appreciate it, judging by your reaction to his approach before. Though he admits it was rather… insensitive.

“You are a fool, not to fear me.” You’re swaying when you take a step forward, one of your legs nearly giving out as you drag your legs. “I’ve crushed men under my fingers like they were nothing but ants, hunted them for sport. Torn them apart.”

Diluc doesn’t back down, staying silent in his position as he reaches back, summons his claymore—

And promptly throws it to the side. Out of arm's reach. It’s clear you aren’t going to last much longer, and he’d rather not have his eyes scratched out when you awake.

Your gaze, although slightly hazed over from what Dilic can assume is a concussion, flicker to his blade, then back to him. That same piercing gaze that had him frozen in place moments before, except now it’s more… confused. More wary, as you shift to stand still, no longer trying to make a break for it.

“What are you doing?” There’s a waiver to your voice, and your wings shake slightly, like you’re struggling to hold them up — which you are.

It’s not like there’s immediate trust. You’re still cautious, ready to fight until passing out, but you’re also smart enough to know you won’t last long enough to do real enough damage to escape.

So you’re still as Diluc takes a few steps forward.

“I can help you. Just let me.”

For someone who has fought for their life dozens more times than a normal human could ever wish for, the words come out easily. They’re true in a way, a promise he’s willing to keep. Though the words are much more sincere than usual, a gentle tone he usually never uses, except for—

Your wings fold around yourself, shaking slightly and trembling from the effort. “No.”

But your wings droop and the sound is loud in Diluc’s ears as you stagger forwards again, eyes half lidded. It’s only a few more moments before you collapse, body almost hitting the dirt instead of his arms as a shaky breath rattles your lungs.

He doesn’t hesitate to catch you in his arms, scooping you up bridal style and making sure not to hurt you any more than you already are. He’s careful, almost too cautious, like he’s holding a bomb instead of an injured person.

Despite you being far from human, you’re light. Almost too light, which doesn’t bode well — has it been a while since you’ve been able to eat? Was it just your wings that are heavy and make you seem bulkier?

He knows birds have light bodies to fly, and though you look healthy and human, it could apply to you.

“I don’t trust humans.” You grit out, trying to squirm out of his hold, and Diluc is somehow compelled to agree, even through surprise. Why not monsters? Though, with your wings it’s clear you are one yourself, Diluc has always subconsciously thought of you as more… refined. Perhaps you’re more humanistic than they are.

He ignores how his first thought was more ‘beautiful’.

“Well,” Diluc lets a crude, bitter smirk twist his lips as he looks down at you. “It’s a good thing I’m called an inhuman bastard then.”

“Hurt me and you die.”

Despite the sleep threatening to pull you under, you remain awake as he treats you, intent on making good on your word. But…

He's gentle. Not enthusiastic, nor openly interested in becoming friends, but there’s a subtle tenderness in his hands as he works to gently thaw the ice, so as to not shock your wings.

Some maids come in, trays of steaming, hearty food piled onto the plates. Mond’s finest, you’re sure. They look happy as well, to be of service. As if being at someone’s beck and call was worth celebrating. You don’t understand it.

Diluc assures you that you don’t need to.

“What are you?” He asks absentmindedly as his hand holds a steady flame near the edge of your wing, never extinguishing despite the vapour behind produce from the ice.

It’s clear Diluc doesn’t mind being in the dark as to your species, but it’s equally obvious to him that you’re fighting to stay awake. So, talking helps. And he’d rather a passé you now, than an aggressive one later.

… and he couldn’t deny the curiousity, not to your origin, but you in general. “I’ve never seen someone half bird before.”

Your shoulders stiffen, teeth clenched together at his question. It takes several seconds for you to decide whether to answer, gaze dropping to your lap as you try to ignore how your cheeks are starting to heat up.

It’s not fair, that he can rile you up in a way you’ve never felt before. You’ve always been… distant from other beings. You’re not used to this.

Maybe it’s the fever talking. The sickness has you less than eager to argue.

“A harpy.” You rasp, voice hoarse from the effort of getting the words out. “One who mimics the eagle.”

“I thought so.” He nods, eyes flicking to you before studiously turning back to your icy feathers.

“Really?” You scoff, tearing off a piece of chicken with a claw and shoving it in your mouth to keep yourself awake just that little bit longer. “Didn’t think harpies were common in the city of freedom.” Or Teyvat.

“Not harpies.” Diluc corrects softly. He picks up a fork and arranges a bite, holding it up to your mouth when you swallow your previous. “Eagles.”

“You like them?”

“I have one as a…” Diluc struggles to find the right word, his brain suddenly all too focused on the way your lips wrap around the utensil. “A pet, of sorts.”

Your eyes glimmer with something positive for once, whether it’s the carefully prepared food or the mention of another eagle, he doesn’t know. But… well, he’d like for that look to stay for just a little while longer.

“Would you like to meet him?” He chances to ask.

“Yes.” You nod. The speed almost makes you dizzy.

You try to keep the eagerness out of your answer, but that one word comes out in a flurry, more like a plea than an agreement. It’s almost embarrassing, how much you want to see him. The eagle, that is.

You ignore the way Diluc’s lips quirk up, as if he’s trying to hold back a smile.

You’re soft with the bird, paying Diluc no mind as he continues to heal your wings. It’s barely ten minutes when he’s done— and sure, the meal you were supposed to eat had been fed to (name), and you’ve already succumbed to sleep, but Diluc can’t find it in himself to care.

When you wake, it’s awkward. Humans had always been untrustworthy, and suddenly one shows up and puts that entire worldview on its head.

It’s not as if you suddenly trust all of humanity, you convince yourself, just that this one happens to be an outlier. One who saved you and fixed the one thing that made you able to live as your species.

The next time Diluc visits you, this time holding a tray himself, he’s met with a stammered, awkward apology from a very much healthier harpy. It’s… almost cute.

From then on, your relationship is much better. The status of acquaintances is quickly upgraded to friendship when you sample the food he’s brought you, finally able to appreciate the quality now that you weren’t half dead.

Of course, you’re not made to be kept inside. You go your separate ways not long after, but you pop in occasionally, though without warning, as it’s much more fun to see his surprise when you appear.

From strolls through the vineyard to Diluc neglecting his customers so he can engage in rare conversation with you in Angel Share, it’s rare for the townsfolk to see Diluc so happy and not think ‘where’s the harpy?’

Your conversations are sweet, with the common banter and occasional awkward side hugs and chivalrous gestures. So, when Diluc sees you fight, manipulating anemo to your will without the use of a vision, he’s shocked, unable to focus on anything but your agile form expertly manoeuvring through the enemies and striking them down.

When he hears you fight, he doesn’t. Bor does he hear the end of the continuous apologies from you— it’s not your fault you didn’t realise how fragile human ears were.

“Sorry, sorry.” You say sheepishly, head bowed as you bob up and down on the cart Diluc pushes you on. The exact same one you crushed when you first met. It’s fixed now, and just slightly nicer looking than the rest.

“It’s fine.”

Diluc waves a hand, eyes glancing between you and the road as his voice stays level. Though, on the inside, his head is pounding, blood rushing through his veins until he can hardly focus on anything but the sound of his own heart.

It rings in his ears like a bell, loud and obnoxious. He’s thankful that no one has seen him yet — who knows what the townspeople would think if they saw their reclusive ‘Darknight Hero’ in such a state.

Then again, his maid (Adelinde) walking in on him getting splashed with grape juice to carefully make a certain bottle of liquor — one you may or may not be currently indulging him — which is also just as humiliating.

He doesn’t exactly do camaraderie.

“If you say so.” You hum, raising a wing to block the sun. A stray feather floats down into his hair, and Diluc silently thinks it would make a good keepsake. “… Thank you, Diluc.”

He blinks, eyes wide and confused. It’s kind of adorable. “Why the sudden gratitude?”

You shrug, averting your gaze to the sky. If you were to maintain eye contact any longer, shyness would be inevitable. “Just felt like it.”

“… You don’t need to thank me.”

And he means it. Despite how you had practically barged into his work, injured and distrustful and ready to rip his throat open, he looks forward to your strange, unannounced appearances.

Sometimes he’ll find himself zoning out, wondering if you’re doing well, how your wings are healing up or just staring at the ceiling in his office, contemplating the way your eyes shone as you met his gaze.

You’ve managed to worm your way into his head… and perhaps his heart. One he had thought died with Crepus.

“From the very bottom of my heart, I thank you too.”

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reticent-writer

3 years ago

This is literally me

I have so many stories in my drafts that I don't know how to elaborate on.

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reticent-writer

1 year ago

Spiral p1

warnings: a bit violent, shitty parents

(it doesn't go into details)

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"You killed your parents?" He was genuinely shocked as he watched you nod. He lived for tea like this but coming from you he couldn't help but be confused.

"Why on earth would you do that. You told me that you loved them."

"I mean I did but they were- wait my death led to yours?" You changed the subject.

"Yes, I simply cannot function without you, my dear. I was hiding a body in the woods when I was shot in the head." He said it as if it was a fond memory. It was creepy but as he talked a red X appeared on his forhead. the moment he saw you staring it vanished.

"You can't change the subject, Y/n. When and Why did you kill your parents?"

You sighed as you went to tell your story, "They were an odd pair, in my opinion, they should have been divorced. My mother was drunk, always talking about how she never liked my father but had 6 kids with him, I was the eldest. My father always talked about the life he could've had if he didn't settle for my mother. When my father lost his job he became a drunk and often got violent with us. After a while, I got tired of it and told my siblings to go to a friend's house for the night. The next day they were found dead by the neighbor's, No one was caught."

"That must've been quite a night." He joked.

"It was, it was also the night I met you."

"Really? You seemed so.... happy."

"Because I was."

From then on the two of you talked daily

You had learned that he had been missing from the public eye for 7 years

He started calling you pet names he used when he was alive

He told you things he would never tell anyone else

You met husk and niffty

You started to like him again but you could never forgive him for killing you

nut you considered it when he started working for the hazbin hotel

You were a patron

Although you didn't believe that sinners can change you decided to give it a shot

"Well good morning, My love. It's such a nice day today, would you care to join me for a trip to the tailor? A nobody took a bit off me." He grinned from ear to ear while offering his arm of you to take. You accepted.

At the tailor the two of you while the two of you were waiting for his jacket you suggested he try on more suits for a variety of clothes.

"How does with one look?" He came out in a blue suit with a black button-up. (his colors in reverse)

"You look amazing." You beamed as his posed.

"So this is a yes?"

"Of course-"

"Sir your jacket is ready."

Alastor paid for the new suit and his old one. Outside of the shop was a crowd surround a tv broadcasting Vox.

Alastor told you practically nothing about the other overlords but you could tell he did not like Vox and the way he looked at the TV confirmed it.

"Come along, dear. There's nothing to see over there."

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Alastor beefing with Lucifer and cursing is so funny to me💀

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reticent-writer

1 year ago

Vox x reader vox x reader vox x reader vox x reader vox x reader

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!

I need him! I don't care what it's about, so long as it ends up being fluffy in the end, I just NEED HIM!!!

vox x reader fluff

I just can't imagine Vox in a health relationship

Sorry for the wait

Vox X Reader Vox X Reader Vox X Reader Vox X Reader Vox X Reader

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You make him flustered daily

Watching his glitch is funny

You don't even have to try

Say you died from like electricity shock or something

You can use/control electricity in hell

You give him zaps on his monitor as a sign of affection and vise versa

Everyday he complains about Val or Alastor doing literally anything

You and the Vees were gathered around a tv watching the fight at hazbin hotel.

"YES! Fuck you Alastor, A Hahahahaha. THIS IS BETTER THAN SEX."

You ignored his commentary up until this point.

You scoffed and cuddled up to Velvette (which she surprisingly accepted)

You ignored his antics for the rest of the battle. Even when it left the Vees so happy.

*later that night*

You were laying in bed waiting for Vox.

"Hey baby." Vox sauntered up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. Upon contact you zapped him.

"Um ow, why'd you do that?" He glitched as he talked. You couldn't tell if he was mad or flustered.

"Teasing you is way better than sex." You chuckled as you got comfortable without his touch.

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Well goodnight then."

"Goodnight Vox."

You woke up in his arms the next morning.

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reticent-writer

2 years ago

Hey how about the Hashira meeting Demon reader who has the same personality and abilities as Kiriko from Overwatch 2. If you don’t know who she is, then I’ll gladly explain. Kiriko is a ninja healer who uses kunai and is aided by a kitsune spirit. She can create protection suzu as well as healing ofuda to her allies. Kiriko is cheeky and full of life with a cheek styled humor and is not afraid of teasing others despite how intimidating they might be. She has youthful energy and intelligence making her extremely personable. If anyone sass or disrespects her, she makes a comeback. Like the fox spirit, she is a trickster but while being a lighthearted trickster, she has a strong moral compass and believes in taking care of those around her and is a natural leader. Also, she has a sweet tooth.

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ you did a great job explaining cause I had no idea who that is.

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Rengoku

Loves your help and enthusiasm

He can be reckless at times and to have someone to heal him is a life saver

If you went with him on the train and watched the lady throw a bun at him you'd chew her out

Tengen

His wives adore you (how could they not)

NFL he kinda jealous from all the attention you take away from him

Sanemi

Contant arguing

only Kagaya can shut the both of you up

He thinks he hates you but did down he knows if something happened to you he would be devastated

Obanai

It's was hard talking to him at first

The two of you only every agreed on one thing

'Mitsuri is an Angel'

Giyuu

You speak for him (in a good way of course)

If he doesn't know what to say or how to say it you say it for him

He is forever thank you it

Muichirou

He finally gets to be a kid with a friend

You tease each other constantly

to anyone else it looks like you are fighting but it's just harmless bickering

Shinobu

if you think you get along with her... you don't

She can freely express her emotions with you

She tolerates you cause you help with the injured but she does genuinely like your help

Mitsuri

If anyone says bad mouths her they'll have to deal with you. Point. Blank. Period.

The two of you always go to different bakers before and after missions

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reticent-writer

1 year ago

tokyo revengers masterlist!!

manjiro sano:

older sister hcs

twin sister w draken <3

twin sister w mitsuya <3

half sister hcs

little sister w sanzu <3

family means no one is left behind pt.1

family means no one is left behind pt. 2

mother hcs

twin hcs

mikey's twin and izana hcs

mikey and ken's lil sister hcs

draken ryuguji:

older sister w mikey <3

little sister hcs

mother hcs

mother marries ryoko baji <3

little sister w baji <3

twin sister w baji <3

mikey and ken's lil sister hcs

baji keisuke:

older sister hcs ੈ♡˳

twin sister w draken <3

older sister w shinichiro <3

older sister w izana <3

baji's sister ft. chifuyu

older sister w kazutora <3

little sister hcs

twin sister w kazutora <3

mother marries ms. ryuguji <3

little sister meets toman

prankster s/o <3

idol sister hcs

chifuyu matsuno:

older sister hcs

baji's sister ft. chifuyu

little sister hcs

big brother hcs

mitsuya takashi:

older sister hcs

older sister w shinichiro <3

older sister w ran <3

little sister hcs

crushing on yuzuha

idol sister hcs

hakkai shiba:

little sister hc

crushing on yuzuha

sunshine sister hcs

ballet dancer sister hcs

kazutora hanemiya:

older sister hcs

little sister hcs

extrovert! little sister hcs

twin hcs

izana kurokawa:

older sister hcs

little sister w kakucho <3

half sister hcs

family means no one is left behind pt.1

family means no one is left behind pt. 2

mother hcs

adopted by shinichiro

mikey's twin and izana hcs

shinichiro sano:

older sister hcs

platonic sister hcs

half sister hcs

family means no one is left behind pt.1

family means no one is left behind pt. 2

twin sister w wakasa <3

daughter hcs

mother hcs

adopting kakucho and izana

mikey's twin and izana hcs

emma sano:

family means no one is left behind pt.1

family means no one is left behind pt. 2

twin sister hcs

mother hcs

mikey's twin and izana hcs

takemichi hanagaki:

little sister hcs

twin sister hcs

ran haitani:

little sister w sanzu <3

little sister w mikey <3

gen z little sister

volleyball player sister

little sister dating?!??

rindou haitani:

little sister w sanzu <3

little sister w mikey <3

gen z little sister

volleyball player sister

little sister dating?!??

wakasa imaushi:

little sister hc

yuzuha shiba:

yuzuha's twin w kokonoi <3

little sister hc

crushing on yuzuha

sunshine sister hcs

ballet dancer sister hcs

taiju shiba:

little sister hc

sunshine sister hcs

ballet dancer sister hcs

hanma shuji:

little sister hc

little sister hc (one year age gap!)

sukeban s/o <3

kakucho hitto:

adopted by shinichiro

izana's sister dating hcs <3

wakasa imaushi:

y/n v.s. bugs

sanzu haruchiyo:

rivals to lovers?! <3

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reticent-writer

3 years ago

me trying to get reqs in my inbox:

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reticent-writer

2 years ago

Hey could I ask for a scenario where reader is Hawks sister and is crushing on Bakugou (She’s in UA class 1A) But sine say her brother comes in to teach the class some stuff and end up totally embarrassing her like telling stuff about there child hood and stuff like that but then he sees Bakugou and he’s like “So chickadee this is the boy you been fan furling over I don’t quite get the attraction but each to there own I guess” and her face goes red end it how you like!

p unrelated but can i say? i love the idea of hawks’ being the big brother to a kid in 1-A, it’s 10/10 idc if the canon timeline doesn’t work

Request for: Katsuki Bakugou Warnings: uhh idk? hawks is a dickhead older brother but what older brother isn't? ~~~

Bonding with Bakugou, Katsuki took a lot of time. Countless days spent inching yourself toward his vulnerability and hoping he wouldn’t cut you back down to square one. It was patience. Patience that Takami, (Y/n) had.

Her brother, however, could not be said the same of.

“You’re thirty minutes early, Hawks,” Shota mumbles, though the aggravation is evident in his cold stare at the blond.

“Sorry, Erasure,” despite his apology, Keigo is already strolling into the classroom as if he owns the place, “I was just excited to see all these promising kiddies. Especially my own baby sister.”

Heads turn until all eyes are on the only other person with wings in the classroom, (Y/n) already having her head buried in her arms to avoid the looks.

“Aw, slackin’ off, are we?” Keigo teases, going to the back of the class and ruffling his sister’s hair, “She do this often?”

“No,” Shota sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You should’ve been on time so I could’ve actually told the kids you were coming in to teach them. It would’ve been more rational.”

“Wait,” Denki slams himself up from his seat and whips around until he’s facing (Y/n), “did you know about this and hide it from us?!”

Slowly lifting her head, (Y/n) makes eye contact with Denki before grumbling, “If I knew, I would’ve called in sick.”

“What’s so embarrassing about your big brother, huh?” Keigo bends down at the knees to be eye level with his sister at her desk, “Worried I’ll find the guy you’re talking about nonstop?”

“What guy?” Mina jumps in, “(Y/n), there’s a guy in your life and you didn’t tell me? I feel betrayed!”

“There’s no guy,” (Y/n) groans, about two more sentences away from tearing out her hair, “Aizawa, please… continue the lesson…”

“Who’s the fuckin’ guy?” Katsuki isn’t sure why he should care so much. It isn’t like it’s any of his business anyway.

Her hands fly to her hair in distress and begin lightly pulling to show her exasperation, “Oh my God, there is no guy!”

“It does sound like there’s a guy,” Eijiro sagely nods, “Lying isn’t manly, (Y/n). You know that.”

“Aizawa! This is bullying! Do something!” (Y/n) looks over to her teacher only to find him already having given up and curled into his ugly yellow sleeping bag, “Useless!”

“Alright, there ‘isn’t a guy’,” Hanta rolled his eyes with heavy quotation marks, already knowing the girl’s explosive secret.

Katsuki shook his head, “Doesn’t fucking matter, anyway. We’re not her fucking parents or dating her, it’s not our damn business.”

“Huh,” Keigo turned to the ash-blond, “Overuse of expletives. Forehead wrinkles from glaring. Feet on the desk,” he returned his stare to his little sister before jabbing a thumb over his shoulder at the boy, “Is it him?”

As soon as those three words left the man’s mouth, (Y/n) felt her face ignite with heat, “Oh wow, I’m gonna kill my brother today.”

“It is, then!” Keigo’s smile practically ripped at his cheeks with how big it was, “You could’ve said something.”

“I’ll say something at your funeral.”

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reticent-writer

2 years ago

what the fuck is wrong with you? why are you writing xiao x a CHILD ??

It's platonic obviously.

I thought that was implied but I guess not

If you look at my pinned post at 'what I write' it literally says platonic only for CHILD reader.

At least look before you come at me like that.😑

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