ASHES FROM PURGATORY — TWO

i was just continuing the fics in my drafts when a thought hit me:

might i propose dadbod!luc? 👁👁

like imagine he decides to settle down after mondstadt becomes safer or whatever and he lets go of his rigorous training a lil… so now he’s a big pudgy teddy bear sniwnwkdjf he’s still fit of course, the guy still works out, but there’s more to cuddle than just a brick of solid muscle

imagine how nice cuddling with him would be 😭 so warm and so safe in his burly arms i’m crying

he’s big, always has been big, but now he’s big and extra cuddly and snuggly and squishy and—

i’d like to think he becomes more domestic, too. like helping you around the winery with mundane chores. or, perhaps, he decides to buy your own cosy little cottage just for the two of you?

i’m rambling i’m soft i’m soft for domesticity i am: sorry nfosbwbjdnf

(maybe i’ll expand more on this idea in the future)

Genshin Boys When They Accidently Walk In on You Changing

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe, Xiao x gn!Reader

Genre: Bulleted headcanons, fluff, humorous, traces of hurt/comfort in Xiao’s

Warnings: Some suggestive content, implications of nudity but nothing explicit

A/N: This happens early in your relationship before the two of you have been intimate

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This the good shiz right here *proceeds to munch harder and with more concentration*.

SHIGARAKI FLUFF (BWZ)

⤷ Requested by @sscarchiyo + requests are open!!

B=beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

⤷ Shigaraki really admires your smile. He doesn’t know why, but every time you smile at him, (maybe you could be smiling at the fact that he looks good in his new outfit) he starts to feel all warm and fuzzy inside. At times he thought it was some kind of sickness but he finally acknowledged the true reason behind those feelings he kept having. The second thing he admires about you is your hands. He tends to stare at your hands…A LOT and when he does this, he likes to imagine your soft and silky hands gently holding his face as you kiss him. Cute right?

W= wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

⤷ Shigaraki really enjoys when you hug and baby him. Like for some reason your touch is very motherly to him in a way. Your hugs are very warm and reassuring which makes him feel very safe and even vulnerable when feeling your embrace

Z= zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

⤷ Shigaraki is definitely willing to go great lengths for you. Wanting to overthrow the entire hero system?? or even better…wanting the hearts of both past and current number one heroes?? Consider it done. You’re his queen and he’ll do nearly the impossible to please her majesty <3

Tag list: @childeluv @vynu @hoshiikos @hoetachiofficial @uncrytears @infxrity @ilyrind0u @milliumizoomi @maiixu @mattsunbae

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A SPITTING IMAGE

Zhongli x Fem!Reader 3.1K words

Summary: It's inevitable that an archon baby would possess divine features, It still doesn't catch you any less off guard when they start to present themselves.

Content Warning: a baby lmao, mother reader, father Zhongli, reader from Sumeru, probably grammatical errors

| Zhia | pronounced 'Zheeyah' - I took a mix of a traditional arab name (Zia) and added a h to match Zhongli. I thought it was fitting considering I decided to make the reader from Sumeru :)

As beautiful as Sumeru was, the nights in Liyue were nothing short of remarkable, in you're own opinion. The usual Liyuan climate was divinely warm - an array of sun rays and a steady ocean breeze usually upheld the alluring city atmosphere - but as the sun set, the warm ocean breeze chilled over and left the city in a pleasurable state of tranquility.

Liyue was much different to your birthplace of Sumeru, and nights in Liyue by climate standards alone were enough to cause your appeal towards the city to prosper. But now the nightly routine of cuddling your baby Zhia while you waited for your husband to finish his evening shower was what truly made your nights in Liyue unforgettable.

The wind blew steadily through the open window, and the constant patter of the shower a door down had become white noise as Zhia lazily lay front ways against your chest, your own back pressed against the headboard of your bed frame.

This scene had become a persistant routine over the past couple of months since baby Zhia had been born. You'd usually spend most of your day at work, your daughter left in the care of Liyues youth (usually Chongyun, Xingqui and Xiangling when they were free) then ending your day an hour or so before Zhongli ended his own. And as you waited for your husband to finish his end of day shower, you sat stroking your daughter as she slowly temped herself to sleep after a long afternoon giggling about with the teens.

Tonight was no different, a soft hand stroking patterns against your daughters head, playing with the few inches worth of thick black hair - paired with golden amber tips. For having such a formidable and strong willed bloodline, she truly was such a well behaved, reserved baby.

She looked so peaceful, occupied with a pacifier, slowly blinking up at you as you ran a thumb up and down her head, coaxing her eyes slowly shut as you cooed at how adorable she looked.

All up until the small lump finally made contact with your fingers. The tiny - well, microscopic - rigid outline of what you could only describe as what felt like bone peaking through the hair on the right side of Zhia's head - similar to how a fresh tooth felt piercing through skin.

A soft yet sudden breath escaped the gap of your mouth, a slight "huh?" breaking past your lips as your fingers began rubbing around the general area in which you thought you felt the bump.

It took a second, your fingers grazing over nothing but soft hair until finally, a hard and sharp sensation grazed the pad of your thumb once again.

"Oh Zhia baby... what is that..." The words were soft as you positioned yourself higher against the headboard, eyebrows furrowing inwards as you pressed your finger into the unknown bump, inspecting it in the most inconspicuous way possible as to not startle the girl. Zhia was a calm baby, but still a baby no less, and panicking and causing a fuss over her would undoubtedly lead to an outburst of tears you were frankly way too exhausted to handle right now.

The sudden movement, though slight, was enough to have baby Zhia jolting out of her previously sluggish state, eyes peering wide awake as she glared up at her mother in wonder. The pacifier between her lips continued bobbing up and down as she reached a hand to clench her mothers top, and despite the fear you now held at the situation, you couldn't help but smile down at her and run the side of your index finger against her cheek.

Maybe you were bias as her mother, or maybe it had something to do with her literal divine genes, but Archons she was so perfect.

"Stop being so adorable and let me figure out what's going on here baby."

"What's going on here?"

The sudden display of the new voice in the room was enough to start you into a slight jump, Zhia letting out a weak whine at the shift in movement.

With the concern in your chest and your hand running circles over the lump in her hair, you hadn't noticed Zhongli coming out of the bathroom, ready to join his wife and daughter on the bed for their usual nightly cuddles together.

"Zhongli, you scared me." Your voice was notably quieter then usual, your statement not an exclamation of humor like usual, but instead a fact stated more to yourself then to anyone else in particular - you seemed distracted and concerned - and Zhongli took quick note of that.

"Is everything alright dear? You mentioned something being wrong."

Your eyes previously gaping intensely towards the top of Zhia's head now flicked up to look over at Zhongli, a quirk of your neck silently indicating for him to come closer.

"Baby, look." Your voice was slowly growing more panicked as the situation progressed, and as Zhongli finally placed himself on the bed besides you, you swiftly guided his hand over to the top of his daughters head, allowing his fingers to run over the small hard lump you'd recently noticed in the depths of her thick tufts of golden tipped hair.

"A... lump- it's- I don't- Oh god." He was quickly noticing how your tone was slowly descending into one of panic.

Zhongli was silent for a moment, his fingers continuing to rub circles, inspecting the object of your concern on your daughters head. His brows pulling inwards only pushing your cause for concern over the edge, a full blown panic beginning to bubble in your chest.

"Oh Archons, w-what is it?! Is it something bad? Do you think it's an early sign of some sort of illness...? O-Or a disease of some sort?! What if its not benign?! Should we take her to doctor Baizhu? Im taking her to doctor Baizhu! Do you reckon he'd come to us at this time of night? Like right now-"

"Darling!" His tone was stern, yet there was a hint of humor behind his sudden interruption. "I...-" His eyes suddenly softened significantly from the previous look of what you had interpreted as concern but really was just him focusing on the feeling of the bump on Zhias head. "I don't think you have any cause for concern." Finally, he let out an airy laugh.

"What do you...?"

"It's not a lump."

His confidence in his words was somewhat reassuring, especially as you considered the fact that your husband was over 6000 years old. He had seen a lot of things, observed many different illnesses and was very knowledgable. But your motherly concern was unwavering on the matter. Sure he was wise but can wise explain why your baby had a sharp lump poking out of her head?

"It's... not? B-but how can you be sure? I still think we should take her to Baizhu. Or maybe that mondstat healer can give her a look if he's too busy. Uh, what was her name again? Barbatos? Oh gods no thats the drunk archon... Barbara!"

In that moment, Zhongli had truly never seemed so amused by anyones fussing in his millenniums worth of life like he had in this moment. "No, no dear, unfortunately, I don't think any of those people could help with this one. Not any healer, not any scholar from Sumeru, certainly not that drunken bard." Zhongli rolled his eyes in apathy at the mention of his fellow yet imprudent archon.

"Then... what can we do?"

"Nothing."

There hadn't been a single thing that had ever left you at a loss for words like your husbands own in that moment. How could he be so... calm? Zhongli more then anyone else was so completely overprotective when It came to Zhia. The most minute scrape, the smallest topple, even the slightest of whines from her tiny little figure and Zhongli was making a fuss about how she needed to be more careful - about how someone needed to be hovering over her at all times when he couldn't because archons forbid anything happens to her…-

And yet here he was, eyes glimmering, with a humored tone to his voice over what quite possibly had been the scariest thing you've experienced with your child. You mean, when is a sharp lump on a babies head ever a thing worth not worrying about?

"Nothing?! Zhongli do you-"

"Nothing can be done about it because those people wouldn't have a clue as to what is occurring."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you clenched your daughter tighter to your chest, the conversation growing in volume starting to make her restless. "What and you would?" Your tone was obviously mocking and yet Zhongli's smile only widened.

"Yes."

At a complete loss for words now, you couldn't help but allow your eyes to widen completely, head now spinning - reeling - trying so desperately to connect the metaphorical dots here.

Zhongli finally chuckled once more. His hand still in Zhias hair which was previously observing the lump was now just stroking patterns over his daughters head. Zhia's response to this was a content coo as she finally took proper notice of her fathers presence, and suddenly Zhongli reached over to take the infant from your arms, wanting nothing more than to finally hold his daughter after a long day.

You complied with his movements, watching as he smiled down on her and cradled her small body against his chest, hand still intertwined in and stoking along her short dark strands of hair. Zhia took well to the embrace of her dad, an array of content noises filling the air as she desperately grabbed at the loose hair behind him, pulling and tugging in a way that had Zhongli chuckling.

"I would understand whats occurring because I've been through it."

His words were shocking and yet all you could do was lean forward to rub a hand against Zhias back and place the other on your husbands thigh. "What?"

"Well technically I don't exactly remember it too well, I was but a mere child myself when it happened but... Love, theres no need to worry. This isn't a lump nor an illness or a disease."

"...So what is it then?"

And finally, with a proud smile, Zhongli announced, "I guess her Archon genes are a little more dominant then we thought. They are her horns."

"They're-... They're her... She has...- Horns?!"

Zhongli really seemed to be quite amused by the situation, taking to the idea of his daughters new features quite well. Adoringly, he looked down upon his baby against his chest who was now glaring up at his own eyes, her head resting against his shoulder with a glassy, fatigued look. She was becoming sleepy he noticed. "To be quiet honest, I really didn't expect her to grow horns. Few immortal beings who take the form of humans possess horns. The Qilin do-"

"L-Like Ganyu and Yanfei?"

"-Precisely," He responded. "But its because they possess Adeptus genes. I thought maybe because she was an Archon and not an Adeptus she wouldn't possess such features but now thinking of it, I guess it was pretty presumptuous of me to think like that considering I too also have horns in my truer forms. It's only natural she'd take all my Archon features, even my ones not visible to the eye in human form."

Now, you had been told on occasion that you were quite a talkative person. And being married to a man who found himself maundering off on long and complex tangents meant you had become quite talented at responding to convoluted topics and contributing engaging input. And yet for the third time this evening, Zhongli had managed to stunt your articulation skills all together.

What in the world was he talking about? Horns? Divine features? This was certainly not a matter to be smiling about you had concluded. And yet he somehow had never looked so content.

This was undoubtedly a vexing situation. And he was smiling.

Zhia, up until this point had been quite subtle in regards to her Archon features. Sure her eye color was rather potent and there had perhaps been a few instances in which Zhia's excitement had gotten the best of her, just maybe causing the tips of her hair to start glowing a golden amber in and around the public streets of Liyue - one instance in particular being when she had gotten a little too joyful at the sight of a bird pecking at the pond in the plaza while Zhongli and yourself had been shopping at the general goods store, causing Zhongli to swiftly grab her from you and sprint towards the closed Funeral parlor for cover.

There had been instances but all together, Zhia looked and for the most part acted like a normal, human baby.

But horns?! Horns may as well have been a hand written sign that some supernatural phenomenon was occurring under your family roof. Neon flashing lights indicating that your household in particular wasn't entirely what they seemed.

"Zhongli, you don't see this as a problem?"

Zhongli's eyes flicked up and away from his daughters fluttering eyes, brows furrowing in ambivalence at your words.

"Why would this be a problem? She is what she is... Are you perhaps... not happy about this feature in particular?"

You quickly shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut with dismay. "No, no, of course thats not it. I know she's not human and im not put off by features that indicate who she is. It's just... Zhongli this is going to be very difficult to hide and people'll start asking questions. You see..."

"Oh." Finally, Zhonglis eyes dropped. "I hadn't thought about it like that. I guess- that is going to be quite an issue isn't it?"

A soft hum left your lips in response.

"Well, there are always methods of concealment. I've heard of a girl in Mondstat who covers her ears by blending the feature into her hair."

As the words left Zhonglis lips, your face fell in disbelief. "Really Zhongli?"

"What?"

"You don't see the problem with what you just said?"

"I don't-?"

"Youre aware of the way a girl hides her ears? She must do it real conspicuously cause obviously no ones figured her out, huh?" Your sarcastic tone was enough to have Zhongli's mouth twitching with a smile.

"I guess I hadn't thought about that either."

Finally you let out a sigh, allowing your head to fall back against the headboard once again, head turned to the side to stare at the now sleeping baby in Zhongli’s arms.

You loved your husband truly, and you loved your daughter even more. But Gods this was way too complicated for a mere mortal like yourself to have to think about. Curse the Archons and curse Zhongli's double life.

“You could always say you’re half Adepti or something.”

Was this man serious? You were from Sumeru. Who the hell was going to believe that?

"Or maybe I can convince everyone I had an affair with a god and she isn’t yours.”

Zhongli's eyes widened in despair as the indication of your words settled in, his arms subconsciously hugging his now sleeping daughter closer to his chest. In response Zhia whined and shifted in his grip before settling quietly with a hiccup.

Though he was aware you were clearly joking, even just the idea of Zhia not being his own was enough to make his stomach roll - the dismayed look he sent your way was something he couldn’t help displaying - a look which had you laughing humorously.

As your laughter settled, your eyes rolled away from Zhongli and landed back onto your baby, and your smile dropped as it quickly dawned on you that even if you actually wanted to do that, no one would believe you. The child was a spitting image of her father, from her amber tipped hair to her large golden eyes - people would believe HE was the one who’d had an affair and you were the non biological parent before anyone suspected he wasn’t her father - and everyone in liyue had seen you during your pregnancy.

Watching your clear change in facial expression, Zhongli read your thoughts like a divine contract and was soon the one chuckling at your own dismay. "It's okay darling she has your smile."

"No she doesn't. People just say that to make parents feel better about their shitty genes."

Zhongli laughed once again. "Don't feel bad love you were up against a God."

"Guess I really had no chance, huh? She was born to follow in your footsteps, I guess that starts with her features."

A comfortable silence soon fell over the room as you both contently watched the soft breaths of your daughters sleeping figure. Zhongli in particular looked absolutely captured by the image of his daughter against his shoulder, stroking a thumb over the skin of her cheek in adoration.

"So what are we going to do? About Zhia, I mean. Those horns don't exactly scream human."

"Maybe no one will question it."

You gave him an incredulous look. "Really?" You deadpanned. "I'm like 98 percent sure Childe already suspects you're not who you say you are. A supernatural baby is probably like written confirmation for him."

"Okay but Childe's barely in Liyue as it is, his suspicions aren't nearly as problematic to me, besides he saw me handing over a gnosis, I think we crossed that bridge long ago."

"Zhongli!"

He certainly wasn't taking this as seriously as he should have been. After all, it was his identity on the line, not your own. "Okay, okay," he chuckled. "Don't talk too loud you'll wake up Zhia."

"Out of all features! She couldn't have had like a birthmark or something? She had to have the one thing that comes out of her head."

Chuckling once again, Zhongli raised his unoccupied arm to pull your body into his chest. Once your head made contact with his body - yourself proceeding to wrap one arm around his waist and the other stroking against Zhias back - he finally leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead. "You worry too much. Besides, headwear fashion is quite popular now-a days."

Your face softened as a slight smile took place of the frown. "She'll be wearing beanies in the summer."

"Well maybe we can convince Hu Tao to give Zhia her hat. It's not like she'll say no, that child loves Zhia."

You giggled. "...Its not the most fashionable hat." Zhongli smiled.

"Perhaps." He mused. "Or perhaps she could just... not cover them."

"But, Zhongli, baby- what about your-"

"Its alright darling, I'd rather my daughter be comfortable then keep my identity a secret. I wouldn't necessarily have to reveal everything. Maybe just enough to keep people off our backs."

Finally allowing the conversation to fizzle, Zhongli settled his back against the head board, holding his wife and daughter close in his arms with a content sigh. He couldn't ask for more; A wife who cares and a daughter who resembled himself to a tee.

Sending one final glance down to his daughter, cooing at how peaceful the baby girl looked sleeping in his arms, he spoke, "And Its really not as if people aren't suspicious, I mean- her hair was glowing at second life grocer and I ran her to the funeral parlor, everyone definitely saw."

“Oh god, Zhongli-!”

Male Minotaur/Female Reader SFW Wordcount: 2,004 Tags & Warnings: mentions of injuries Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist | Link to Request

When Dimitris is injured on the job, he has to stay home and heal. Luckily for him, he has a doting wife who is more than happy to care for him.

As you slowly opened your eyes, you found yourself waking up to another day, your seventh morning since Dimitris, your beloved husband, had been injured on the job. The sunlight filtering through the curtains painted a warm glow on the bedroom walls, casting a comforting light over Dimitris' massive form as he lay asleep beside you. You studied his serene face for a moment before leaning in to plant a tender kiss on his rough, furry cheek. He stirred ever so slightly but remained asleep, his breathing steady and deep.

Stretching your limbs, you sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. As you stood up, you couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for Dimitris, who was still recovering from his injuries. You knew he was resilient, but the thought of him in pain made your heart ache. Determined to help, you made your way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of you.

The floorboards creaked softly under your feet as you shuffled to the kitchen, still half-asleep. As was your routine, you reached for the small speaker on the countertop and turned it on, allowing the soft, soothing melodies of your favourite playlist to fill the air. The familiar tunes brought a sense of comfort and relaxation, a perfect companion for your early morning routine.

You hummed along with the music as you opened the refrigerator, scanning the contents for the ingredients needed to make Dimitris' favourite breakfast. You decided on a hearty meal of scrambled eggs, bacon, and a heaping side of fruit.

You took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of fresh coffee brewing in the background, as you cracked eggs into a bowl and whisked them together with a fork. The sizzle of bacon cooking in the pan was music to your ears, accompanied by the gentle strumming of the guitar from the song playing in the background. Your movements were methodical and graceful, a well-practiced dance that you had performed countless times before.

As the eggs cooked, you thought about the five years you had spent with Dimitris. From the moment you met him, you knew that he was your soulmate, and your love for him had only grown stronger since. Despite the differences in your backgrounds and the challenges that came with being married to a minotaur, you had built a life together that you were proud of.

You plated the food and poured two cups of coffee, taking extra care to ensure that everything was perfect. As you did so, you found yourself smiling at the thought of Dimitris enjoying the meal you had prepared for him. You knew that your support was essential to his recovery, and you were determined to provide him with everything he needed. He would have done the same for you.

With breakfast ready, you balanced the plates and cups in your hands, making your way back to the bedroom where Dimitris lay sleeping. The soft music continued to play in the background, filtering through to the quiet bedroom.

As you settled onto the bed, you saw that Dimitris had begun to stir. His piercing blue eyes fluttered open, and he greeted you with a warm, appreciative smile. Setting the tray of food down on the bedside table, you leaned in to kiss him again. The feel of his soft, warm mouth meeting yours was as exhilarating as it had been when you first fell in love. 

"How are you feeling this morning, love?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as you brushed a stray lock of hair away from his eyes.

Dimitris let out a soft sigh, but his smile never faded. "I'm not going to lie. I'm not used to sitting around like this. It's been a while since I've felt so... helpless."

You reached for his large, calloused hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I know it's hard for you, Dimitris, but you need to rest and recover. You're strong, and you'll be back on your feet in no time."

He smiled at your reassuring words, his massive hand engulfing yours as he gave it a gentle squeeze in return. "Thanks. I know I can always count on you to keep me grounded."

You smiled back, your heart swelling with love for this incredible creature who had captured your heart so completely. "That's what I'm here for. Now, let's enjoy this breakfast I made for you."

Dimitris chuckled softly, the deep rumble of his laughter sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. "You always know how to spoil me, don't you?"

You grinned, lifting the tray onto his lap so that he could enjoy the meal you had prepared. As the two of you ate, you chatted about anything and everything that came to mind. Honestly, while you were upset that he was hurt, you enjoyed the chance to be with him. His work as a police officer always kept him so busy, it was a rare treat to spend mornings with him like this.

Eventually, talk turned to Dimitris’ recovery. You didn’t put off asking about it, exactly, but you knew it was a sensitive topic. Still, you liked staying updated.

"So, how has the physiotherapy been going?" you inquired gently, trying not to push too hard but wanting to ensure he was on top of his recovery.

He grimaced slightly, taking a moment to swallow a bite of his eggs. "It's not my favourite thing. It's uncomfortable and frustrating, but it’s necessary."

You nodded, offering him an understanding smile. "I know it's tough, but it’ll be worth it in the long run."

Dimitris looked into your eyes, his expression softening. "I know it can't be easy dealing with me being all mopey. You know how much I appreciate everything, don’t you?"

You chuckled and nodded, reaching out to touch his arm. "Dimitris, I'm just grateful that you're recovering. I'd do anything for you, you know that. We'll get through this together."

He smiled warmly, the affection in his gaze making your heart flutter. “I couldn't ask for a better partner in all of this."

As you finished your breakfast and cleared the dishes, Dimitris expressed his gratitude once again for your unwavering support. You offered him a bright grin and leaned down to ghost your lips across his. 

“I love you,” you mumbled against the kiss.

“I love you too.”

Once breakfast was finished, you suggested that both of you spend some time on the balcony, enjoying the warm sunlight and the fresh air. Dimitris hesitated for a moment, then agreed, knowing that a change of scenery would do him good.

"It sounds good," he said with a smile. "I could use some fresh air."

You could see the determination in his eyes as he prepared to get up, even though it was evident that the process was challenging for him. His sprained ankle was far from the worst of it - he’d slipped a disc in his back too, and he was covered in dark, nasty bruises beneath his thick fur.

You stood by his side, ready to offer your support as he carefully shifted his massive frame to the edge of the bed. His size and weight made the task daunting, but you were determined to help him.

"Take it easy, Dimitris. I'm right here to help," you reassured him.

Placing one hand on his back and the other under his arm, you gently guided him as he pushed himself up, taking care not to put too much pressure on his strained ankle. Once Dimitris was on his feet, you encouraged him to stretch his leg a little before venturing to the balcony.

"Let's do some gentle stretches before we head outside," you suggested.

You held onto him as he slowly bent his knee and flexed his foot, wincing slightly at the discomfort but determined to push through it. You offered words of encouragement and praised his efforts, letting him know how proud you were of his progress.

"You're doing great, love. Just a few more stretches."

With the stretching exercises complete, you carefully assisted Dimitris in navigating the short distance to the balcony, your heart swelling with pride as you watched him take those slow, lumbering steps.

"Almost there, Dimitris. The sun feels amazing today."

Stepping onto the balcony, you both took a moment to bask in the glorious sunshine, its warm embrace enveloping you like a comforting hug. The sky was a brilliant blue, dotted with the occasional fluffy white cloud drifting lazily by. Birds flitted about, their cheerful songs creating a beautiful song.

You helped Dimitris settle into a comfortable chair, propping his injured ankle on a cushioned footstool to alleviate any strain. You then cuddled in beside him, your hands intertwined, as you both soaked in the peaceful atmosphere.

"It's so beautiful out here," you remarked, taking in the sights and sounds of nature.

Dimitris nodded in agreement. "It really is. I can’t wait for a real summer."

As you leaned closer to Dimitris, resting your head on his broad shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, he wrapped an arm around you. He drew you nearer, and you were happy to lean into his embrace.

As you both sat there, listening to the birds singing their joyful melodies, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to share this moment with Dimitris. The two of you cuddled together, enjoying each other's company in the gentle embrace of the morning sun.

You cosied into Dimitris' side, his thick black fur providing warmth and comfort that enveloped you like a soft blanket. The heat radiating from his body chased away any lingering chill from the morning air, and you felt safe and protected in his strong arms.

Dimitris seemed to enjoy the closeness as well, his chest rumbling with contentment as his large hand came to rest on your arm. His claws, though formidable and sharp, grazed gently across your skin, tracing delicate patterns that sent shivers of delight down your spine.

"You know, I could get used to mornings like this," he murmured, his warm breath tickling your ear.

You smiled, nestling even closer to him. "So could I, love."

The two of you continued to relax on the balcony, the sounds of the bustling world below fading into the background as you focused on the beauty of nature and the warmth of each other's presence. The sunlight cast a golden glow on your entwined forms, a testament to the love that had only grown stronger over the years.

Over the years, your love had only grown stronger, and in moments like these, it seemed as if nothing could ever come between you and Dimitris. The soothing sounds of nature and the warmth of your husband's presence began to lull you into a state of drowsiness. Your eyelids grew heavy, and you felt yourself starting to drift off once more.

As you nestled closer to Dimitris, seeking the reassuring comfort of his embrace, he seemed to sense your growing fatigue. With a gentle smile, he adjusted his hold on you, making sure you were securely cradled against his broad chest.

"Feeling sleepy, love?" he asked softly, his voice a tender rumble that only served to deepen your drowsiness.

"Mmm," you murmured, too drowsy to form a coherent response. "Just so cosy and warm here with you."

Dimitris chuckled softly, planting a tender kiss on the top of your head. "Sleep, love. I've got you."

With those comforting words, you allowed yourself to fully relax into Dimitris' embrace. The soft sounds of the birds and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze served as a soothing lullaby, while the warmth of Dimitris' fur enveloped you like a cocoon. 

As you drifted off to sleep, held securely in Dimitris' loving arms, you knew that no matter what challenges life threw your way, you would always find solace and strength in each other's love.

the tyrant (i)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sukuna ryomen x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4,089

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: arrange marriage, slow-burn yandere, polygamous marriage (cuz this is set in the old time, so yeah), mention of infertility, power imbalance, will get dark and unhinged in the next chap., etc.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "you were the apple of Sukuna's eyes, the one who brought him solace and everything. The only thing you were incapable of was giving him a child, an heir he wished to spoil like he did to you."

𝐚/𝐧: always new and unfinished content I be spewing out in my WIP drafts. It's endless. I really am one of those writers that would go away and just come back to drop something then go away again 🙃. Some of things I type out, I did some research on it and the rest are not. Almost forgot that I got inspired by a show I watched so some parts got me rapidly writing it.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

"What do you mean she's not able to conceive?" Sukuna asks, his trained eyes sharpening on the doctor, who notices his reaction and yelp in fear as they immediately bow forward with their forehead and hands touching the floor.

"P-Please pardon my incompetent!" They spoke out, voices shaking. "I have diagnosed Lady (Name) and found out that her pulse is too weak, her body temperature is low, and her estrogen level is also low..." The doctor wanted to say more, but their lips was sealed shut and Sukuna, whose unwavering gaze lingered on them, waited for them to continue with an irritated expression.

Sukuna: "Why aren't you continuing?"

The doctor once again jolted in their spot, "I fear this will affect her fertility rate!"

Sukuna: "You should've said so."

"My Lord?" They picked up their head and thought that Sukuna couldn't get anymore scarier than before, but they were wrong. The expression Sukuna wore was far more than dangerous; his eyes suddenly glazed over in vehement anger and burning rage. The doctor knew it wasn't directed toward them, but still, they couldn't help but feel a pit in their stomach.

Sukuna then used a hand to shoo them away, "Find a solution. Fast. I'll call you for progress." The doctor didn't need Sukuna to tell him if he failed; he knew what it meant if he could not live up to the expectation. His life. The doctor bid a farewell greeting and flew out of the Lord's room faster than any bird.

Outside the door, the doctor bumped into Lady Eisha, holding a tea tray. She gives the doctor a polite smile before entering the room, "Husband?" Sukuna, rubbing his face, opened his strawberry eyes and saw his principal wife. Eisha is a doll with porcelain skin and demure features; she was cladded in the finest and most expensive silks and jewelry that could feed a whole village for a year. Even though she wasn't initially Sukuna's first choice to be the principal wife, it was *you*; his mother insisted that Eisha should be the one since she was from a notable family. But so were you. Sukuna wanted clarification from his mother regarding her great dislike towards you being the primary wife, but all it did was ignite her wrath. Therefore, his mother never answers him, and it displeases him greatly. To take you as his second wife and, in ranking too. He isn't going to give you anything less; he knows how to piss off his mother; Sukuna could follow her wish, doesn't mean he isn't going to fulfill it.

"Is there anything that distresses you?" Sukuna didn't answer her. Instead, he was still in his damper mood and mauling over what he had just heard today. Eisha focused on her husband and the tea she had set on the ground. She delicately pours Sukuna a cup, then inches closer to present him with the tea with a soft smile. Sukuna accepts the cup without as much as looking at Eisha. Sukuna brought the cup to his lips, testing the temperature and smelling the scented aroma of matcha.

Eisha could feel her smile drop a little. Sukuna never looked her way despite being married for five years; the only time he would look at her was when they were to consummate and fulfill their duty as husband and wife to produce an heir. So far, Eisha has given him a daughter only, and all the other five concubines have given him a child each or two along the way. While one or two of them were on their second or third pregnancy, there was you, who remained childless all these years. Despite being the second wife after Eisha, you were still the secret mockery within the harem. With no child, you were to remain powerless against the rest of the harem and Eisha. However, you shouldn't be underestimated from her point of view; Eisha couldn't help but feel the vying affection she had wanted for so long from Sukuna, only to be delivered towards you. With you holding the heart of Sukuna, everyone was to remain careful about how they spoke of you. If one lousy word slipped from someone's mouth and reached Sukuna's ear, they would incur his deadly animosity.

She doesn't know what Sukuna could see in you; you were a harlot vixen who never once appreciated an ounce of Sukuna's admiration whenever it was presented. All you did was throw it back at his face; your cold disposition and indifference were a crime in her mind.

"Mistress?" Your maid, Yumi, calls out to you in worry, her voice in a hushed whisper as she looks out at the door warily to see any obscuring shadows of people lurking outside. "How do you think the Lord would take about your news?"

While you remain calm, you settle down your needlework onto your lap and look ahead of you with an annoyed expression. "It's not my problem; no child means no ties to that man." You were so nonchalant about your situation that Yumi put her hands on your forearm and gripped it, but not strong enough to hurt you. "Still..." Yumi starts; she knows how much you dislike Sukuna but wouldn't speak it out loud for your safety. You set your embroidery aside and re-situated yourself in your seating position. Patting her hands with your free hand, you try to reassure Yumi for her sake. "Yumi, you worry too much about me that you haven't been sitting still for the last hour." Disarming her with a smile, you decided to switch topics with a pacifist voice, "So, how is the situation with Lord Itadori?"

At the mention of Yuji, you see how her expression change from worry to realization. Yumi's hands fly off your forearm immediately, and she plucks out a letter from her inner attire and hands it to you with two hands. You take the letter from her and unfold the content, eyes reading the words.

Yuji was Sukuna's younger half-brother, who was fifteen years old, compared to Sukuna, who was twenty-seven. When you put them together or side by side, there wasn't much of a difference in their appearances; if you could point out, Yuji would be the replica of Sukuna, but he is someone who has softer features and heart, unlike his sharper and cold-hearted older brother. You would have referred to Yuji's last name as Sukuna, but before the former Lord passed away, Yuji wished to keep his mother's maiden name since she was the only family member left of hers. He is such a filial son; if only he were the same age as his older brother, you would've married him instead in a heartbeat. But in the end, it didn't matter, you treated the young boy as a little brother and sent him a bi-weekly care package, and Yuji treated you as an older sister he never had despite having so many.

"What does the letter say, Mistress?" Yumi asked, peering at the letters that looked like nothing but indescribable chicken scratches.

"What do you think it says?" You retort the question right back at her, and she sheepishly smiles at you while scratching the back of her head. "I've taught you how to read and write, and the alphabet never stuck to you, did it?" To confirm your suspicion, Yumi made it more evident by messing with the hem of her attire. You want to eye roll at your adorable servant but hold it off with a sigh before giving her a brief explanation. "Yuji said he's doing well at the Gojo's compound; he's also having a nice time and has made friends with the Fushiguro's son and Nobara's daughter. While learning has been difficult for him since I'm not around to help him, Gojo-sensi was nice enough to dumb it down for him." You click your tongue and eye Yumi, "What's with you and Yuji not retaining anything?" Continuing to summarize the letter, you can't help but huff out a little laugh at what you read; Yuji tried to spell something but couldn't as it was retried and crossed out multiple times then he said something different. "He missed eating with me and mentioned that his Sensi wanted to meet me since it's rare for a (Surname) clan girl to be married off. The rest is him rambling about a pretty girl, and that's it."

"I also missed the young master's presence; if he were here, Lord Sukuna wouldn't be hounding you every chance he gets." Yumi mention, and you chuckle. Sukuna hates Yuji, and how you prefer his younger brother. Sukuna had made it known to make off and backhanded comments at Yuji in your being, even with Yuji's naivety to a certain extent; he was sensible enough to understand that his older half-brother didn't like him much. This made you defend the young boy, and in defense, you use the same manner Sukuna did to Yuji in calculated and halcyon quips. You miss the satisfaction of making the man bite his lips in frustration, a part of you wants to relive it again.

If you were someone else, he would've had your head skewered at the front of the gate of the Sukuna's estate as a warning for everyone to watch what they say to him.

Folding the letter and putting it back inside the envelope, you check the sun's position, and you see it is nearly noon. "Yumi, prepare my tea for me."

"Is that so?" An older woman raises a brow; she listens intently to what is being told in front of her ears. Eisha, sitting in front of her, telling her the dreading news of you not being able to conceive children from where she overheard the doctor from Sukuna's quarter in the hallway. Sukuna's mother, Hanami, plays it off, "Even if she failed to fulfill her duty as one of his wives, there are still the other concubines here that are avail." Hanami tried to pass it off as it was the will of fate you weren't granted, children.

"Mother, you're right, although I can't help but worry that this might affect his Lordship's health." Eisha expresses, and Hanami hum at her to go on, "He has been waiting for so long to sire a child with her and is filled with news that she couldn't. Thus I wonder if you could help?"

Hanami paused, giving her a look, "Help? Do you want me to help her? Even if I can, I'm unsure how effective I could be." Hanami worded herself to be a saint and fair in front of Eisha, but when it comes to you, she refuses to be in any part of your life. Anything else, it's disgust and hatred she had for you. If you were born from a different clan and not the one associated with your Aunt Iori Setsuko, formally known as (Surname) Setsuko, she would've helped you.

Eisha, who asked the question, wasn't sure what answer she was given, but she still felt a sense of elation; the fact that you were disregarded as useless stroked her ego. Even if she doesn't have Sukuna's affection yet, she has her mother-in-law, her backer, and support.

"By the way, how are you and my son faring? Another child from you would hold the line stable." Hanami didn't notice how Eisha's face turned wry for a second, and within a blink, it disappeared as she presented her mother-in-law with a smile. Eisha didn't need a reminder from Hanami that she needed a boy to hold the line of succession going.

"Ryomen and I are trying for another, but it's not easy as it seems as it was during the first time," Eisha told Hanami, who gasped as a hand flew to her lips worriedly.

Hanami reached across and held Eisha's hands and squeezed them, "We cannot have that; I have some remedies that could help you." Hanami went over to her drawer and pulled out a few bottles. She hands them over to Eisha, who pretends to look astonished, "This is Unkei-to; take a pill daily to help with your blood flow and circulation." Hanami then sat across from Eisha again, "It's to help regulate your body heat and menstruation cycle, also increasing your ovulation too."

After going on a tangent of talking, Eisha excuses herself and lets out a triumphant grin.

Hanami drops the facade of a loving and caring mother; she puts two fingers against her temple and rubs it in pain; she could feel a headache forming. Knowing the news that you weren't able to bear children does strike her heart cords in happiness, but your presence was still a little reminder of why you're here. For as long as Hanami has known Setsuko, your Aunt was a thorn in her side at the starting days of their youth as young teenagers. Hanami was hailed as the fair maiden of Japan until your Aunt Setsuko appeared and took her title and everything. Every woman from the (Surname) Clan was always regarded as having a prestigious and noble birth, a goddess. Rarely were they ever seen or shown to the public; anyone who was to be wedded or engage with the women was married to their family instead of the husband, per upon agreement. The same goes with the men; the (Surname) is very picky on who they union their children with.

The reason why their feud has ensued for so long was because of Sukuna Tsugahara, Hanami's now-late husband. At first, Hanami and Tsugahara were lovers, and until he met Setsuko that he was smitten and was willing to break off the engagement with her. Blinded by anger and resentment every day for it, Setsuko and Tsugahara got closer and closer until it was then they were set to be engaged that Hanami had pulled the rug beneath their feet. Both parties were stunned since Hanami was willing to pull every dirty stunt in her book until she got Tsugahara back into her arms, and she successfully did. She called him back because a night of trysts pretending to be Setsuko and Sukuna Ryomen resulted from it.

To say Setsuko was betrayed, Hanami wished for Setsuko to feel everything she felt.

Hanami had to give that woman a round of applause, though she knew that Setsuko's bitterness would never end and it would burn forever; sending you was uncalled for and a friendly reminder of 'you robbed me, I will do it right back.'

You were almost an uncanny image of your Aunt that Hanami thought she had seen the devil for a second. Even Tsugahara thought you were Setsuko, and he mistakenly called you her name. You have to correct him. More alarming was her only son, Sukuna Ryomen, whose pupils were blown wide from your beauty and disposition that she thought she was reliving her horrible days again. First, it was her husband who was smitten by Setsuko, now her son towards you.

Even if she successfully dissuades her son from taking you as the head wife, it doesn't stop you from being pampered day and night by both men. Tsugahara cherished you as if you were his daughter since he couldn't be with the one he loves, and Sukuna wouldn't leave you alone to breathe; even speaking ill of you is forbidden, which is an unwritten rule anyone should and have to know.

Hanami was disturbed by their behavior relating to you; you were their favorite. Everything you do is perfect in their eyes, and you would be excused and given leniency. She won't know if she should be thankful that you didn't take advantage of her husband and son's adoration, but she's, nevertheless, pissed that you have them wrapped around your fingers!

You seem to adore your father-in-law Tsugahara more than your husband.

"Now, what should I do?" Hanami asks no one in particular but herself. She didn't want to indulge in the past anymore; she didn't care about Eisha; Hanami needed Eisha to give birth to a legitimate son to secure and solidify her position as the wife. After all, she didn't give her those pills for anything; she needs you out of the picture, even if it'll take time.

You thought peace was always an option without Sukuna hovering over you for the last few days, but not today. The feeling of disdain shoots you; the doctor and Sukuna are in your chamber. Yumi was nervously seated behind you, observing the scene, trying not to be as alarmed as possible. She fears Sukuna, but her caring and worried nature for you outweighs what she feels for your husband. Meanwhile, Sukuna was puffing a tobacco pipe by the window, his face resting against his knuckles. He was side-eying the situation. Your bodily functions matter to him that he took mere time off to hear what the doctor had to say.

The doctor diagnosing you took the thin cloth from your wrist after retaking your pulse. Sukuna had insisted that you were not to be touched by anyone but himself since he's your husband, and you were not to be grouped with common filth either. His other women in the harem.

"Well?" Sukuna lingers his gaze on the male, who clears his throat in apprehension.

The doctor shifted a bit in his spot; he had found a new habit since being under the scrutiny eyes of Sukuna. "As the results from before, Lady (Name) has low body heat and chances of conceiving a child. I had brought back a drug that will help improve her vitality over time to help her chance of conceiving." The male went to his medical box and searched for the miracle medicine. After a few seconds, he pulls out a small purple sash. The doctor unties the strings before carefully dumping a small ball of leaves onto their palm the size of a mini rosebud. You could smell the scent of ginger in it, along with many others. "This was specially made for Lady (Name); it's infused and compressed with..." They went on a tangent confabulation in which herbs were gathered from the mountains, and while what was brought from abroad, together, he went with the effects of it.

"Instead of telling me, get started." Sukuna cuts them off with impatient, and the doctor changes course and requests a pot of boiled water. You instructed Yumi to go to the kitchen with a slight nod. You will play along with whatever plan Sukuna has for you.

Yumi returns a quarter later, tray in both hands. She sat and kneeled on the ground, pouring a bowl of hot water into the ceramic. The doctor then proceeded to drop the ball of leaves into the cup as it unraveled openly. The water slowly changes its color until a dark golden hue is presented.

"It's ready," the doctor announces, plucking the leaves out and gesturing for you to pick up the bowl. You took the cup with the slow motion of a lady and brought it up to your nose. Sukuna watches your action; he sees how you peer into the bowl before taking a small sip, there was a slight twitch you showed, and he guessed it was probably bitter. You down the medicine in one go as you tilt it upwards until nothing was left beside a few residues of leaf particles. There was a strong bitterness in your mouth when you set the bowl back on the small table.

Sukuna dumps the rest of the tobacco out the window by tapping it before setting the pipe aside. He gives the doctor and Yumi a look, indicating that they should leave the room. The doctor didn't need to be told twice before he left the room in a rush, and Yumi hastily picks the bowl and put it on the tray before walking out of the room, not before casting you a glance of anxiety.

"Now," Sukuna rose from his seat, and you do the same, trying to cut him off from meeting you halfway. You blatantly wish to be anywhere else but here with him. It was because of orders from Sukuna to have you confined for a few days to find out what happened to you that it disrupted your daily activities to go out in public to help out the misfortunes and events you voluntarily volunteered yourself to escape his clutches. "Are you that eager to get away, love?" You didn't get very far, as it took a few strides to catch up. Sukuna uses a hand to grasp your wrist and pull you to his hard chest while one arm loops itself to your waist, his fingers lovingly playing with the outline of your hip, drumming and tapping. The man lays his chin on your shoulder while the smell of tobacco clings onto him, drafting towards your nose; Sukuna softly inhales your scent, lulling his mind into tranquility as he closes his eyes blissfully.

This made you turn your head subtly to the side to avoid him, but this made Sukuna think this was an invitation to dig his nose more profoundly into the crevice of your neck. A soft rumble could be heard from his throat. "I may confine you to stay within the castle, but that doesn't mean you have to stay in here." Here. What Sukuna had meant what that being on 'house arrest' doesn't mean you make it a habit to stay in your room.

"You didn't specify where to be confined, so I ought to stay somewhere, and here isn't bad at all." Retort with calmness but a subtle jab, Sukuna's hold tightens a bit more, not much to your liking. But it loosens as it comes to, "Your presence is greatly missed in the mess hall." You wanted to snark back that it's highly doubted; with you gone from the dining table, everyone would tell tales full of travesty of you in high and low, not in front of him, but when he's not around. The only person who would miss you was Sukuna himself.

Grabbing Sukuna's wrist, you untangle yourself from his grasp and put space between you. It's getting unbearable; you could only tolerate being in so much of his existence and him touching you. "Lift my temporary ban; then I'll join." You negotiate, and even with your back still turning against him, Sukuna can't help but grant you your wish. "That I can do, and I'm happy to see your face once more among the common ones." Sukuna moves in front of you; he grabs a lock of your hair and kisses it. He drops it before brushing his thick fingers against your tresses and trying to slide them behind your ear. You smack Sukuna's palm away with a tap, not enough to offend him, but enough to turn him away.

Your action amuses him; Sukuna wasn't sure how long you would resist him. Despite being his favorite for five years when he first laid eyes on you during the selection, even if you don't want him now, he will make sure you'll be him for the rest of eternity. He's a very patient man with many crafts underneath his sleeve. "Make sure to be there on time."

"How can I forget you're a punctual man," maintaining the underlying impasse, Sukuna chuckles when you look up to meet his eyes.

Sukuna turned around and exited your chamber; it wasn't until he was out of sight and mind that you inhaled deeply before exhaling that Yumi cane back into the room like a blur. She fretted over you like a mother hen that your social energy was draining fast already. Putting up with Sukuna always makes you mentally tired; keeping the farce up day and night from all angles isn't what you want.

You were only here per request and out of respect to your Aunt Setsuko, who had raised you because of the early passing of your parents. Marrying into the Sukuna family does have its benefits, although it's not what you had initially had in mind. You held back your thoughts when agreeing to be shipped off into an arranged marriage with Sukuna, the only son your Aunt Setsuko was deadset on having you marry before you were even born.

Maybe you should've asked for the reason before agreeing; now it's an endless headache you're dealing with.

Rory, I have 4 words for you: mother in law Kutchel 😮‍💨😮‍💨

oh my God, mother in law kuchel is giving me butterflies aaaaghh

even before you and levi got married, kuchel has always been the kindest to you. the day when levi first introduced you to his mom was something you will never forget because kuchel took it upon herself to act as your second mother; fussing over you, putting more food on your plate, and asking you if you feel alright after the long travel to levi's hometown. after a hearty dinner, kuchel was telling you stories of little levi running around their house screaming he's the almighty hero or little levi being the absolute angel almost every day of his life (the pictures in the album proved it). that left levi in a red-faced mess beside you, with you always shushing him if he tried to butt in the conversation or wanted to change the subject. you had to kiss away the pout forming in his face and kuchel would gush over how perfect you two look with each other. internally, levi was glad that his mom liked you, his gaze softening as he watched you ramble stories about levi in university to his mother.

kuchel was the first one to know that you said yes to levi's proposal and she was the one who planned the wedding a few seconds after levi said goodbye to her in the video call. you two have a day all reserved to yourselves, where you go out to eat lunch and shop (she calls it girls' day and levi would occasionally remark how original that name is, dry tone and all). if you and levi have kids, kuchel will volunteer to watch over them if it means giving you and levi a break, just the two of you.

there are times when she comes over to your home with brunch and levi just awkwardly stands in the doorway of the kitchen, cup of tea in hand and appearance haggard after a sleepless night of watching over your toddlers. he gapes at the way she coddles you while you two set the table for brunch. it's like kuchel is treating you more as her child than her own, who was just waved off after attempting to get a small piece of garlic bread on the table. you laugh at your scowling husband, giving him the piece of garlic bread he was eyeing to ease his grumbling. his scowl deepens because his mother didn't scold you for taking away one of the food. with a shrug, he lets you feed him, the aw coming from his mother making the heat travel from his neck to his ears. at least he got his garlic bread.

mother in law kuchel has always viewed you as her daughter, way before you officially became one by marrying her son, and it warms her to know that you're the one levi settled down with.

bakugou who has a crush on you and cares about you in a subtle yet aggressive way... *deep inhale*

bakugou who quietly - and casually - invites himself into your room, carrying your favourite flavour of cup noodles in one hand, and spicy ramen for himself in another. both hot and steaming with freshly boiled water for the hearty broth

you're so busy with your work that you don't even notice his arrival; so busy that you can't help but jump when he breaks the silence with a gruff, yet gentle, "oi dumbass, have you eaten anything today?"

and when you try to remember - what was the last thing you ate? - he shakes his head and sets the food before you can even come up with an answer

"thought so. here. eat up. i wanna make sure you get something in your damn stomach. i'm not leaving until you do"

you open your mouth to object, but bakugou has always been quicker

"how is that you remember to tell everyone to take care of themselves, but you forget to do just that, huh?" he sits down on your bed and pats the spot beside him, getting comfy like he owns the place. like he owns your room

you glare at him for interrupting, and all bakugou does is glare at you right back. but you know from personal experience, that bakugou is quite possibly the most stubborn, hardheaded blond that you've ever met, and that arguing with him would be pointless

your stomach gurgles the very next moment - almost with comedic timing - and this doesn't go unnoticed by him. those ruby red eyes of katsuki's harden, so you swallow your pride and abandon your work for now. he somehow knew you desperately needed a break anyways

you both sit in relative silence, but the silence is comforting and calm. the kind where you can enjoy each others presence without having the need to say anything

until you accidentally grab the wrong cup and the sudden harshness of excessive spice hits your tongue, annihilating your poor tastebuds

and what does katsuki do when you make a face? god, he laughs. but it isn't anywhere near condescending. it's boisterous and loud and full of emotion. you playfully swat at his bicep and he snickers, finally reaching for the glass of water you keep on your bedside table

he gives you the right noodles, only after he's done teasing you, and it's only then is he satisfied when he knows you have something settling in the pit of your belly

you don't notice it; the way he looks at you when you're not looking - yet - but his body warms up in a way he's never felt before when he's beside you. making sure you're alright. taking care of you

he's content with making his home here, even if he has to keep his true feelings to himself for fear of you pushing him away

because no matter how painfully his heart longs for you - beats for you - bleeds for you - katsuki's okay with this; subtly yet aggressively pining after you from afar

how they betrayed you

characters: dabi. hawks. sero. shinso. shoto.

genre: angst

a/n: repost from my old bnha blog [blog is deleted]

DABI lived a dangerous life. constantly in hiding, shielding himself from the public, while causing death and destruction all the same. he had a purpose in life, one single goal that he wanted to reach and he wasn’t afraid to burn everything in his path. even if it was you. as it turned out, it didn’t matter that you were close, that you thought you meant more to him, that you thought you shared the same values, that you went through so much together. because as soon as he could, as soon as he knew it would benefit him, he threw you under the bus. who were you to get in his way?

HAWKS was always good with words. he had a talent to wrap people around his finger, no matter how careful they were, he knew that sooner or later they would cave. so when he met you the first time, no matter how charming you were after all, he didn’t care much about you. no, you were nothing more than a tool for him to get information, to fulfill his mission - and he certainly didn’t care what he promised you during those late hours as you two laid there together. because to him, you were a mission, nothing more.

SERO was never one to stand out much. sure, he was there, he was a part of the others, yet he never felt like he belonged there, almost like something was missing. and it was like everything changed with you there. people started to care about him more, he talked to them more, they seemed more interested in him; that’s all he ever wanted. sero was so happy to finally get the recognition he knew he deserved, even if it was on your expense. to him, you weren’t more than a simple trophy to keep.

SHINSO was ambitious, no doubt. he was focused on his goals, he worked hard to achieve it. so there was no problem that he convinced you to help him too, right? it didn’t matter, he simply wanted to see the effects of his own manipulation, curious as to what it would do to a person if used multiple times in a short amount of time. he saw no issue how exhausting it must‘ve been, how you must have felt whenever you woke up, dizzy and confused, no clue as to what happened beforehand. and even if he made you do something that made you loose your friends - you had him, right?

SHOTO always believed he had only one purpose in life: become the strongest hero. so naturally, he wanted to do everything in his power to fulfill said aspiration, no matter what. and you were there, a perfect opponent, smart classmate and compassionate hero in training. however, you didn’t know that he didn’t see you as more than just that. he played his own role too well and yet only thought about his own gains. what’s even worse is that he didn’t even see a problem with it.

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Spider-Man!Atsumu who has a crush on the neighbor across the hall — you. He tries to keep you at arm’s length at first, tries to keep you as just a friend and nothing more; his late-night, anonymous superhero gig doesn’t afford him the luxury of functional relationships. But one too many evenings spent watching you smile and listening to you talk leaves affection swirling in his chest instead. Great, he thinks. Just great.

Spider-Man!Atsumu who doesn’t realize he’s collapsing onto the floor of your apartment until he’s already hunched against the wall, mask halfway off and exposing his mouth. His breath is labored, ribs screaming in pain, but the sound of a shocked gasp draws his eyes up to meet yours. Oh shit.

Spider-Man!Atsumu who doesn’t know you’ve been just as enamored with him as he’s been with you, who doesn’t know that you’ve spent all this time memorizing the sound of his voice and the curve of his cupid’s bow. You’d know that teasing smile anywhere, so before he can tug the mask down and explain the situation away with all the charm he can muster, you’re letting out a breathless, questioning call of his name. He deflates at the sound of your voice, yanking his mask off to reveal cuts and bruises littering his skin. You all but drag him off to the bathroom then, insisting that you can finally put your first aid kit to good use.

Spider-Man!Atsumu who allows himself to relax, to sink onto the lip of your tub, and be taken care of. He decides, with your fingers delicately dabbing hydrogen peroxide into his skin, that maybe his inner circle could stand to open just a little bit; that maybe he could make room for you in his secret world.