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𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑶𝑹𝑵.

⊱ pairing: 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘹 𝘨𝘯! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⊰

tw: angsty. but sweet. his first time touching your face. a/n: first time posting a fic with him. I've written stuff in the past, but never actually showed them to the world. I love him, and I wish I could protect this baby moth with all my heart. I'm not a bnha writer, but I really needed to write something for him this time. wc: 651

You have always loved his body, no matter how scarred, how hurt or thin it was.

The liquids that made him shiver have already dried. They tried to stop him, to hurt him, to kill him… but never once tried to help him.

Tenko can control his quirk now… he does. That scientist promised he would, right? Touch me. Touch me I beg you.

“I have to… I have to fight” “Touch my skin, all five fingers. My face, please”

His red eyes scan you; his now more muscular frame goes up and down. Tomura needs to breathe; his head is a mess.

You take a few steps closer to him, your hand reaching his wrist. As you have always done; never his fingers… “don’t you ever touch my hand”

“Are you sure?” he asks, fixing his eyes on your arm. “Yes, I am” you murmur, pressing your forehead to his, over his dishevelled white hair.

His dried lips, painful scars of a punishment he didn’t deserve, of his own power against himself, separate.

“You know… I thought about you every time I felt pain inside that thing” he whispers, with the lowest tone possible, but still audible.

You try to stop your tears from scaping your eyes, your frown shows how painful this all has been… how many times you tried to stop him, how many times you tried to make him run away…

“I remembered the times you cure my wounds, the cream…ngh, my head hurts” he grunts, still without touching you. He won’t show, but he is scared, terribly afraid of hurting you. You have always been there, but he never could touch you, and he never allowed you to come really close to him.

You place a kiss on his forehead, if you can’t stop the headache, you at least can feel his warmth once again before the inevitable happens. You won’t stop him, you simply can’t.

Everything around trembles, the hospital is about to collapse. What looked like a hero, it’s only dust next to him. The red cape over his back, protects him… or is that you?

“I will forever cure you” you mumble after your lips separate from his scarred skin.

Tomura looks at you, the pain behind his eyes, the shine he never had… He slowly moves his arm up, and you let go of his wrist; you trust him. But, if he finally kills you, it would be ok, you can’t afford a life without his touch anymore.

You can feel the warmth of his palm coming closer to your cheek, you tremble… you aren’t afraid, not really. You are anxious to feel his touch, after so many years.

Index and middle fingertips barely grazing your cheek, and then, his thumb over your lips. You can feel his hand softly shaking. His ring finger touches your jawline.

It’s just one finger. You can do it, Tenko.

A tear runs through your cheek, but you never blink, you just wanna keep watching his face. You wanna see his expression when finally, his palm, his five fingers are able to feel the warmth of another flesh, only because he wants to love, not hurt, not kill.

Both take air, perhaps your last gasp. His pinky, those the kids use to make promises, finally lands on your neck.

He widens his beautiful hurt eyes. You are still breathing. Your skin is still your usual color. Your lips are still as kissable as he always think they are.

“I can control it… I can touch you” he mumbles, in complete awe. For the first time, you can see a light shining on his orbs.

“Yes, you can…you can…” you cry, pressing his whole hand against your face. With tears wetting his palm, and a smile of relief garnishing his face.

Come back. Now that you have reborn, there is still so much we need to do.  

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So I have an idea for a little project and even though it’s very early, I wanted to see if there’s any interest in it. 

Since I love Halloween and the horror genre, I was thinking of getting together with some other fanfic authors and fanartists to do a series of Halloween fanworks featuring the League of villains. Each work would have a League member as a horror icon in a fanart or an X Reader fanfic. It could be Dracula or a werewolf or a masked killer or a ghost. Whatever you want! You could get really creative with it, so long as there’s a strong horror element. Multiple works featuring the same character would be fine (so no one would feel like they have to claim certain characters early). If we end up with twenty Dabi fics, so be it lol. Though it would probably be best if each horror icon were different. 

We would all post these throughout October to celebrate Halloween.  And maybe even link them all together (or at least have a specific tag for them). If there’s interest, I’d set up a sign up form around July, so people could be working on their contributions. 

Sooooo, anyone interested in this idea?

Feel free to reblog this!

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𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎

Send me the name of your favorite character and I’ll write a drabble for them! :)

You always managed to put Tomura at ease, no matter how stressed or frustrated he felt. 

Your presence alone seemed to dull all his nerves, the love and care you showed him stunning the lonely man and leaving him with a foreign sense of calm, of peace. It was a feeling he wasn’t used to, and one he wasn’t sure he ever would get used to, but over time he learned not to fight the way you made him feel. You were one of the only joys in his life, and he would be damned if he let himself ruin that small spark of happiness over his terrible, self-destructive nature. 

And in moments like these, your hands gently carding through his strands of slightly-damp white hair as you brushed his locks oh-so-carefully, being sure to avoid any tangles so yo wouldn’t harm him in any way, he felt more relaxed than ever. For once in his life, in your tender hold, Tomura Shigaraki felt safe, a word he never thought he’d be able to use to describe himself.

You always loved how soft and fluffy Tomura’s hair looked when it was freshly washed, eager to pull out the brush and brush through it with ease, typically begging your boyfriend to let you style his hair as well until he reluctantly agreed to your pleads. Sometimes you went all-out, trying out new, fun styles on your shy, hesitant boyfriend, but this evening you decided to go for something more simple, opting for a half-up half-down look pulled together with a relaxed bun. It was simple, but the hair being pulled out of his face always helped to accentuate his features and allowed you to see his gorgeous face in all it’s glory for once, a quality you always enjoyed in the rare times he allowed you to do this.

After finishing with his hair you quickly reached over to the bedside table beside you, setting the hairbrush in your hand down gently and replacing it with your moisturizing cream. Tomura felt his shoulders ease instantly at the sight, practically melting into the sheets below him as his heart began to beat rapidly. This was always his favorite part of these evenings, his favorite way that you would take care of him when you could tell he was having a hard time and needed your gentle love and care the most.

You gathered a small amount of the moisturizer on your finger, a light, almost imperceptible smile crossing your boyfriend’s face as the familiar, comforting scent met his nose. 

Your gentle fingers placed small dots of the cream across his face, taking your time to admire him as he did so. Your boyfriend’s insecurities rarely allowed you to be this close to his face, so you always cherished these opportunities, when he felt so relaxed that his insecurities momentarily vanished from his mind and he succumbed solely to your gentle touch. 

His scarlet eyes tentatively met yours as you began rubbing the moisturizer into his face, hoping his expression was able to convey his thanks to you as the ever-persistent itching in his skin eased up the slightest bit. Your fingers traced every line on his skin, covering every inch as you moved carefully and thoughtfully, occasionally pausing to trace small hearts along his skin or circle the center of his cheeks as a silent “I love you” to the man in front of you.

You gently rubbed the moisturizer into his skin until every last drop had been absorbed, punctuating the action with a gentle kiss to Tomura’s nose and leaving your boyfriend flushed and bashful as you smirked and placed the cream beside the discarded hairbrush. The moment you returned your gaze to him he buried his face into your shoulder, still too anxious to let you see him so vulnerable, so relaxed and open for you even after all this time.

But you weren’t deterred in the slightest by his shyness, returning your fingers to his hair to run through the strands once more as you placed gentle kisses along Tomura’s skin within your reach. And no matter how many times you did this for him, cared for him and showed him that you loved him with every ounce of your being despite who he was and what he chose to do with his life, Tomura never failed to cherish these moments, locking them up in a box of his favorite memories in his mind and pressing himself tighter into you, hoping that he’d never have to let you go or be without you ever again.

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Scales

A fantasy @knifeewifee has with Spinner 💚

FANTASYCRAFTONLINE shined brightly on your computer screen. You were so excited to start playing a MMORPG . You saved and saved just to buy the game and a headset and now finally you were playing. You clicked START and the screen dipped into itself falling down revealing the main menu and character creation. You squealed putting your headset on and started to make your character.

Meanwhile , Spinner was just getting home after a job for the League. He put his giant sword down propping it by his desk and threw himself into his chair starting up his computer. He rubbed his eyes when the game started to load up. Just an hour , play more tomorrow. He told himself .

It started like any other gaming session. Since he was an advanced player everything was pretty much a cake walk to him. He groaned , about to turn off his computer when your voice made its way into his headset.

“Hey!!! I just started today. I think i'm in over my head!!!”

“Do you need help?!?”

“Yes please!!!”

30 minutes later both your screen and his said CLEARED. ACCEPT LOOT.

“Ahhh!!! Thank you!!!”

“No uh.. no problem. Are you a noob?”

“Yeah!! But i've wanted this game for the longest time!”

He pawed his face looking at your character, very noobish gear .

“Hey uh? Can i add you? I can gift you gear and stuff” he asked, a little shy.

“Oh yes!! Please!”

It took him a minute to actually send the request over, when you got it you squealed into his headset making him blink.

“So your names Spinner?!?”

“Yeah heh..”

“THATS COOL . CAN I CALL YOU SPIN!”

His cheeks flushed pink.

“ yeah heh! Uh say. Do you need help clearing quests?”

“Oh yeah i do!!! Are you looking for any gear by any chance? Or items?”

“Me? Yeah but its tough..”

“Okay!”

He thought nothing of it. He also played with you all night. When he finally went to sleep you gifted him the items and some low defense gear you had hoping he would like it.

In the morning Spinner hopped on his computer to quickly shoot you a message and was greeted to your gifts waiting for him. His cheeks flushed again, he equipped the gear and shot you a message . When he was done he shut his computer down and left for the hideout.

You woke up late and quickly booted up the game to see gifts and a note for Spin.

‘Thank you! I uh. I equipped what you sent. I sent you some things too. Ill be around again at 8 ish ok? Have a good day !’

You smiled saving the gifts and the note. Every Night around 8;15 you and Spin played together. Getting to know each other and laughing. You still went out of your way to get him gear and items and he still sent you powerful gear to wear.

On a friday night Spin was helping you clear a quest , you were both almost done when you decided to ask him a question

“Spin?”

“Yeah?”

“Were friends right?”

“ of course!”

“Do you… want my number?”

He blushed bright pink

“YES”

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Day In Kindergarten

SUMMARY: Dabi gets dragged along on your subbing job for a kindergarten class; will he, the class, and you be okay?

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

WARNINGS: Boys being boys (but, y'know, in a good/funny/idiotic way (y'all know how boys (especially cis boys) are-)), children being gross (if you get disgusted by mentions of spit, snot, and children being sick, this fic is probably not for you- you've been warned), Dabi feeling insecure, Dabi trying to give you affection in front of children (but like- soft attention, not anything that children shouldn't see-), you threatening Dabi (although it's somewhat playful-), my OCs being turned into a kindergarten class and being chaotic.

A/N: This was so fun to write- what- Anyways, this was for a collab with @yesitsmewhataboutit​ for their Reverse Collab!  A/N: Originally posted here.

© kazumiwrites - All rights reserved; please do not steal, edit, copy, repost (etc) my work without my express permission.

Dabi blinked, sighing softly as he walked inside the school. Why, exactly, was he, a wanted villain, doing this? What was the point?

He glanced over at you, eyes softening ever so slightly. Yes, he was soft for you... He couldn't help it. He let you do... Pretty much anything. Including getting dragged to an elementary school in the middle of nowhere. Apparently you volunteered there every Thursday when you could to read books and pretty much just take care of the children. Although he loved being with you, being with children was... A nuisance.

He let out a soft huff, wrapping his arms around your waist, and holding you close, nuzzling in to you. He didn't care that there were literal five-year-olds watching, picking their noses or whatever little kids do. Being so close to you made him happy, and that was that.

With a small laugh, you pushed the male off your back. "Touya, no- I know you like cuddles, but not right now. Wait for like... Seven hours. That's around when we'll be done."

Dabi huffed softly with a small pout. Seven hours? He wasn't allowed to shower you with affection for seven hours? Seriously.

He let out a small mumble of assent, nodding slightly before following you to one of the classrooms.

Personally, this particular class was your favorite. They weren't super chaotic, but they weren't dead-quiet either. You hummed softly as you walked in, Dabi trailing after you like a lost puppy.

"Ooh, ooh, is that your boyfriend, [L/N]-sensei?" A little girl stood up, hand raised straight up in the air with a big smile on her face. "I didn't know you were dating any-"

Another kid stood up, half-pushing her away. "Shh- [L/N]-sensei, who's that person?"

"No- you guys need to stop being so-"

"Shut upppp!"

"Shut up's a bad word-"

"It is not-"

"Class. Be quiet." A soft laugh escaped you, smiling softly. "This is Touya. Just call him Touya-sensei, all right?" You hummed softly; you didn't want to think of a last name for Dabi, since if he didn't respond, that would be bad, and anyways, it'd be fine.

Dabi huffed softly before you poked him in the stomach. He glanced over at you before sighing. "Hey. I'm Touya, I guess. And yes, I'm dating [L/N]-sensei." He received a glare from you as whispers spread throughout the class, kids almost jumping from their seats.

"No, Touya. Hush. We weren't supposed to talk about that." You nudged him slightly with a small huff. "Shh, class." You clapped your hands together to try to get their attention, which worked somewhat.

Most of the kids sat back down a few seconds later, allowing you to get on with class. Mostly, you just had to watch over them as they were smart enough to do most things themselves.

Dabi was wandering around a bit, pausing as a girl—the same kid who first asked if he was dating you—tugged on his jacket. He paused slightly, freezing as his jacket slipped away a bit, showing his scars. He bit the inside of his cheek, internally panicking. He shook his head slightly, ignoring the girl and walking back to you, grabbing your hand and half-dragging you out, leaving the class staring at you in confusion.

You paused for a moment, worried as you watched him. "Dabi...? What's wrong?" You asked softly, running a hand through his hair. Your head tilted slightly to the side, your free hand cupping his cheek.

"I just..." He mumbled softly, biting his lip. "I don't think I can do this..."

You sighed a little. "It's okay, Touya, don't worry... The children love you." You blinked as you watched him, uncertain.

"It's- it's not that. I just... You know, my scars..." He said quietly, clearly uncomfortable.

You were surprised, yes, but quickly recovered. "You know I like your scars. The children'll find them fascinating, too. Just, shh..." You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

He sighed shakily as he leaned in to your touch, relaxing ever so slightly. His eyes fluttered shut, nodding a little. "Yeah, but... So many people have gotten scared because of them. The youngest person that I talk to lately is Toga, and you know how she is." He paused for a moment. "I just, don't want to terrify them..."

"I know, I know... But they've been through a lot. They had a villain attack on their school, too, so there's that... I think it was because one of the students here was the child of a hero." She paused for a moment. "You better not tell anyone in the League this, I'll hit you if y'all ever get any one of these children hurt." You huffed softly; you didn't really mean it, but you were pretty close to a lot of the kids here. Even though they were young, and sometimes pretty rude (as well as disgusting), they grew on you.

"Yeah, yeah... And, I won't. I don't want to make you angry." Dabi let out a soft chuckle, glancing up at you. "Thanks. That made me feel better." He played with a lock of your hair for a moment before pulling away. "Now, we should go back to the kids, right? Take care of them?"

"You sorta sounded like we were married and looking after our biological kids, while also sounding like you were about to murder them. But, yeah." You hummed softly, grabbing his hand as you walked in.

"See, I told you that they were-"

"Hush, Gin-chan. Sit down."

The school day was mostly over, you two just had recess to get over with and that would be all.

Overall, the day was going pretty good, the children were behaving... Well, decently.

Up until that point, at least.

You had ran to the bathroom for a bit, leaving Dabi alone to take care of the twenty or so kids in the class. And then it was chaos.

Some of the kids were pulling on his jacket and pants (since he was crouched down to their level), watching him curiously.

"Wow- what're these? Bruises?" A little child asked, his dark blue eyes blinking as he looked at Dabi's arms.

"They're... Scars, I guess. From overusing my Quirk."

"Woah- that can happen?" His eyes were wide.

"Mm, for some people. I think it depends on the quirk, sometimes... But yeah. You need to be careful." He let out a soft sigh.

The kid nodded a little, before grabbing his hand. "You should smileeee-" He said, almost obnoxious.

"Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes, cracking a small smile. Just then, he heard a scream, as well as a horrified gasp from you—you were back, finally!

"No- Yuuma, no-" You grabbed the cup away from one of the children. "What is this?"

Yuuma blinked up at you innocently. "A concoction I made!" He seemed really happy when he used such a big word. "It has dirt, leaves, and spit in it!"

You blinked, staring at the child before sighing, turning away and burying your face in Dabi's shoulder. "What should I do with them..."

Dabi laughed softly, rubbing your back. "Shh... It's okay, love." He took the cup from your hands, glancing over at Yuuma, who looked a bit disappointed that his precious concoction was going away. "It's all right—Yuuma, right? It's okay. We can make another concoction; one that won't make [L/N]-sensei here faint." He chuckled softly, throwing the cup away before getting a new one handed to him by you.

"I swear, both of you are going to timeout if I hear anything else gross happening." You sighed softly, shaking your head as you muttered "boys..." under your breath. You loved them, sure, but sometimes you just wanted to smack them all on the head. Lovingly, of course.

You were glad that Dabi and the children were getting along, though. Most of the boys and around a third of the girls were crowded around him. They all thought his quirk was "better than [L/N]-sensei's," apparently, which made you sigh. Children. Always so impressed with the flashy quirks. You weren't jealous. Nope. Not at all.

Anyways, you walked around, tending to the other children, helping them get up. They really were cute, though... You loved all of them a lot.

Soon, the day was over, and it was finally time to go home. After watching over all the children going home, both of you could go home as well. You glanced up at Dabi with a small smile on your face. "See- This wasn't that bad, was it?"

He shrugged slightly. "Yeah, I suppose not. They were pretty nice."

You poked his stomach gently. "Oh, hush, you know you loved it."

"Yeah, yeah." He laughed a little, poking you back. "Now, let's go home; I want to give you a lot of cuddles."

You smiled softly, grabbing his hand and walking. You really couldn't wait to spend the rest of your day with Dabi.

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Don't leave me || Kaeya Alberich x Gender Neutral!Reader

Premise: Kaeya overdoes it with the alcohol and you take him home

CW: Kaeya drank the pain away, tw for emetophobia, swearing, angst mixed with fluff (reverse comfort basically), Kaeya might be ooc (i'm sorry)

WC: 979 words

A/N: let's give it up for the reason I started playing genshin, Kaeya! As always, any amount of feedback is super appreaciated

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"You know you don't have to do all this for me, don't you?"

You roll your eyes. "You're really going mad if you think I would have let you make it back alone after how you depleted Diluc's stock tonight."

Kaeya chuckles, but when you feel his chuckle turn into a retch, you hurry him to the nearest bush.

"Shit..." you gently brush back his hair with your fingers, holding his shoulder with the other hand. You wait for him to finish before softly patting his back in encouragement.

"Are you alright?"

He lets out a sad, weak laugh. "I'm working on that."

You're thankful that he doesn't get sick again during the rest of your walk to his home. When you reach his door, he fumbles a bit looking for his keys, thinking he might have lost them (which gives you a mini heart attack because your own house is on the other side of the city), but he ends up recovering them from his pockets and he hands it to you.

As soon as you enter, you direct him to the bedroom and he sits down on the bed. You turn to the wardrobe to find him something more comfortable to sleep in, but tense up when you hear a faint, pained voice.

"[Name], I think I'll-"

But you're already on it, rushing to the bathroom to grab a bucket. Luckily, you make it back just in time to rescue the carpet from suffering the consequences of Kaeya's reckless drinking.

To be completly honest, he did take you by surprise. Everyone knew Kaeya was a fan of wine, but he had always known his limits. He appreaciated good wind and was skilled in using it as an intel gathering tool, but he never striked you as the kind of person to go overboard like this.

After he's done throwing up, you pick up the bucket. "I'll go empty this and bring it back, in case you need it again."

"Look at me, troubling you like this." he says, shame evident in his face.

"Don't worry about it. Remember when I challenged Eula to that endurance test in that Dragonspine lake? And I lost? And I was sick for a week? Who took care of me then? You did." You smile. "There's no point in having a partener if you can't rely on them in times like this."

By the time you return with the clean bucket, Kaeya had already changed into proper clothing for sleep and was back to sitting on the bed, staring blankly right in front of him.

You put the bucket down and kneel right in front of him. You take his hands in yours, look into his eyes and smile.

"Hey...It's fine. I promise I won't tease you about it. Tomorrow you can go back to being yourself without fearing my revenge. I swear on my honor as a knight."

Kaeya remains unresponsive to your attempt to lighten the situation. He pulls his hands out of your grasp and gets off the bed. Sitting on the carpet next to you. He cups your face, bringing it closer to his, and you try to repress the heat making it's way to your cheeks.

"Please," he speaks up, and the next time he talks, you hear a voice crack. "Don't leave me."

"I was planning on staying the night here anyways, don't think you were getting rid of me." you try again, but when his expression doesn't change, you turn your own serious, and reach to touch his cheek.

"Kaeya. My love, what's wrong?"

At the sound of your voice, he breaks into tears. "You don't know, [Name], you don't know who, what I am. I'm nothing but a sinner and I," he looks into your eyes, with a desperation that shakes your entire being. "I can't go a day without thinking, without fearing that you'll-"

"No. No, no, no." You shake your head, and pull him into a tight embrace. You knew he had secrets, and a broken past, and there were things that he didn't tell you yet, but you understood how some things were too painful to reveal just yet. And in this moment, seeing this man, this usual charismatic and charming man, adored by so many people, crumble in front of you? All you could think about is how much you wanted to protect him, and how it didn't matter, nothing mattered, except for him.

"I love you, you understand that? You're my entire world Kaeya, and I won't let anything take me away from you. I'll fight for you, and there's nothing you could do that would make me stop loving you, nothing that I wouldn't forgive." You felt your own eyes tearing up, while Kaeya was sobbing into your shoulder, holding tightly to your form. You wondered how he managed to keep this all inside for this long. You pulled away.

"Listen to me. Please, if you have to face these thoughts, these doubts. Come to me, alright? I'll tell you, I'll tell you how much I love you, again and again, however many times you need to hear it. I won't abandon you."

Kaeya tried to smile, in spite of the tears running down his face.

"I don't know what kind of good I did, for the blessing of having you to come into this life of mine. After everything I...I didn't expect for such a bright sun to shine down on me."

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.

"You speak as if you forget how many shady bastards you've gotten behind bars."

And now, finally, Kaeya allows himself to geniunely laugh at your comment.

"Come on," you say, holding out your hand. "Let's get you to sleep. I'll be right next to you, warding off your nightmares."

You grin.

"I always will be."

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Tomura Shigaraki with an Affectionate!S/O

Summary: What it would be like for Tomura to date someone extremely affectionate and how he'd get used to it.

Trigger Warnings: None

Lovette's Notes: First post! Hope you enjoy!

♡ Tomura Shigaraki is a certified victim of touch-starvedness. He has not had physical affection, at all. Period. When he was a child, a teen, or an adult. But you! You’re here to change that, right?

♡ Tomura loves the idea of physical affection but is scared because of his quirk. One wrong move and he could turn his loved one to dust. That’s petrifying to him because he cares for you so much. That’s the last thing he wants to see.

♡ You’re gonna have to get him used to the idea of physical affection. With his fear of killing you, it will take a lot. You give him tons of reassurance that he can wear his gloves (he in fact will not touch you without them) and that they do work and it will not malfunction. It hasn't happened before, he shouldn’t think about it now.

♡ Once he finally settles down to the idea, he will be very touchy with you. Cooking? He’s behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist. In bed? He’s got his head on your chest. It’s an adorable yet sickening sight to the rest of the League.

♡ Kissing Tomura at first made him feel a bit insecure because of how dry and crusted his lips are. He picks at them, and no one would want to kiss that right? Wrong and you proved it to him. His kisses are usually soft on a normal basis. He will only treat you with kindness and be gentle, so it’s fair his kisses are the same way.

♡ “Are you sure this is okay? I don't want to like, gross you out or anything.”

♡ On car rides back from missions, Shiggy loves when you lay your head in his lap. He will play with your hair and stroke your cheek, making it so easy to fall asleep. Once you fall asleep, he continues playing with your hair and all that. He wants you to wake up to that, just like you fell asleep to it. He knows you love it, so it makes him happy in turn!

♡ Words of affirmation are rare for Shigaraki to hear. So when you first tell him “Hey! I think you’re really pretty!” He malfunctions. Like him? Pretty? Impossible (it’s very possible.) It takes him a bit to get used to it, but it really boosts his morale and confidence when you give him your special praise. It makes him feel so incredibly loved.

♡ “I’m pretty? Have you seen you? You look like a damn model!”

♡ Shigaraki’s favorite position to cuddle in is where he has his head on your chest and he’s the one being held. It feels weird to him at first, but he quickly adapts to it because he feels so safe and cared for, something he has never had before.

♡ Shigaraki also loves when you have your head on his chest. It’s primarily when something bad has happened where a mission went south or something along those lines, because he feels the need to protect you and if he feels protected in this position, you probably do too!

♡ “That damn hero didn’t hurt you, right? You tell me and I’ll turn him to dust.”

♡ Say you did end up getting hurt, Shigaraki will be all over you. Cuddles, kisses, the works. Because his sweetheart got hurt and he’s scared out of his mind right now. The thought of you getting hurt and or dying is so scary to him. He doesn’t want to lose you, and all he wants is to protect you.

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Night Swimming With Dabi - Dabi x Reader

Fluff/hurt/comfort | Summary: Night swimming with Dabi

WARNINGS: SPOILERS for Dabi’s backstory, suggestive comments, reader’s in a bathing suit, Dabi is shirtless and applies sunscreen to the reader’s back, kissing, lots of skinship, scars, burns, lemme know if I missed smth! I’ll edit grammar tmr

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“Dabi…!”

He grinned behind the window, his knock hitting air as you scrambled to open it. Your clock read midnight, cool night breeze spilling into your room as much as the moonlight did.

You noticed the bag he held as he slipped inside. Your heart was racing, gently holding his arms and padding him down. When your hands landed on his chest, you felt the rumble of his laugh underneath your palms.

“Touchy, aren’t you doll?” He said smoothly, planting his hands at your waist, pulling you closer. “Dreamin’ of me or something?”

Heat flooded your cheeks. He clearly wasn’t hurt this time. Memories of him gasping for breath, nearly falling on-top of you and leaving blood on your window filled your head. The man’s white shirt you clutched too was usually ridden with blood and wholes when he visited at this hour. Despite the fabric being white as the moon, you couldn’t help but lift up his shirt. The tips of your ears burned red at his teases. Relief flooded your body when all your eyes landed on was old scars, no fresh ones but a few bruises.

Biting your lip, you wanted to tend to them more somehow. Letting his shirt fell, nothing in this world could had prepared you for the look Dabi was giving you. For once, it wasn’t cocky or smirky - his lips were pressed in a firm line. Whatever laid behind those pretty blue eyes of his was indescribable.

You still had to ask. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“You really want this off, don’t ya?” He asked, cocky and smirky again while he tugged slightly at the low- cut collar of his shirt, showing off the top of his pecs. “Relax, you’ll get what you want soon.”

It was true you only saw Dabi shirtless when you were patching him up. Heat flooded your face for the upteenth time tonight, your eyes glancing to your bed. He followed your gaze slightly, rolling his eyes.

“…Get your mind out of the gutter, yeah?” He mumbled, slipping the bag off his wrist as he lightly tossed it on your bed with a soft thump. Something coloured was visible through the thin plastic. You moved to peek inside.

“What’s this?” You whispered softly, heart fluttering as you gently pulled out the contents. It was a bathing suit. Not just any bathing suit, it was the one you said you wanted. You also noticed the receipt was in the bag - the villain’s subtle way of telling you he bought it. Moreover, it meant Dabi would never gift you something stolen.

Gift. “Thank you Dabi…”

You looked at him. The tension left his body as you smiled, rushing to him with the bathing suit still in hand as you pecked his lips. For all the teasing he threw at you, his stiffness meant he was caught off guard. While you surprised him, nothing could stop his lips meeting yours as if you were the missing piece to his puzzle.

“Are you taking me swimming?” You asked with a giddy smile.

Dabi’s eye roll held no venom, nodding at your bathing suit. “No, I’m not. Just wanted you to sleep with that thing like a teddy bear,” he answered dryly, stepping towards the door. “Get changed, and I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

A surge of confidence washed over you. “You don’t wanna watch?”

He coughed abruptly, fumbling with the door knob and closing the door once he left. The villain was truly innocent when it came to you.

Chucking slightly, you changed. You checked yourself out in the mirror. It was a perfect fit and your favourite colour. Grabbing a bottle of sunscreen, you rushed down the stairs and nearly missed a few steps. You slipped on your flip flops, linking your arm in his as you beckoned him to the door. Dabi only stared at you, his eyes the only part of him visible in his high-zipped jacket. It was a gentle look until it wasn’t, as he tilted your chin up. What he whispered in your ear made your knees weak, and he laughed at the pout you wore.

Patting his chest lightly, you mustered, “My goodness, you’re shameless!”

“We’ll I sure hope so,” he said, capturing your wrist and smiling into the kiss he pressed against your pulse.

“Yeah, yeah, listen, where’s your bathing suit? You look dressed an ice bath or something.”

“I am a super villain, in case you forgot doll.”

When Dabi saw you reach for the doorknob, a low, “Not so fast” stopped your movements. Before you could turn around, a jacket was draped over your shoulders. Dabi’s jacket. It was cleaned, which was unusual, and beyond the lavender detergent was the underlying scent of smoke and cigars. You could tell he tried to get rid of it.

“Was gon’ say sorry for it smelling funny,” he said, grabbing your hand, “But since you sniffing it like other dogs sniff other dog’s butts, guess next time I’ll skip the washer.”

“Oh my god.” You said as he snorted, unable to keep a straight face. “Did you just compare me to a dog? Babe, I didn’t know you were such the romantic.”

“Now you do,” he laughed, a sound as sweet as it was rare.

As the door opened, you were hit with the smell of spring and the cool night breeze. Dabi tucked his jacket tighter around your shoulders, leading you down an alleyway so dark the moonlight barely reached.

“Stay close, yeah?” He whispered to you softly, intertwining your fingers together while his other hand slipped around your waist.

“I haven’t yet burnt all the creeps in this world that’d lay their filthy hands on you.”

…

Dabi led you to a faraway lake outside the city. You lived closer to the country areas of Japan, where the streets were replaced with rolling beaches and shimmering lakes. Moonlight danced upon the waters, and the night sky was absent of buildings except for a shining, full moon.

The air carried the smell of water with it, the smell of distant trees whistling by you as the leaves budded in the midst of Spring. A few stars laid overhead now that you squinted, and the moon casted its waving reflection in the waters. Waves crashed against the rocks.

You laid down a towel in the sand, gently folding up Dabi’s jacket and doing the same to the other he shrugged off. You brought out a bottle of sunscreen, applying it your face, arms and legs. You glanced at your boyfriend, who’s brows were furrowed. He looked at you like you had two heads.

“There’s literally no sun—“

“Shush and do my back.”

Dabi grumbled a bit as he rubbed the stupid sunscreen onto his palms. He was hesitant to lay his scarred and rough hands on your back, worried his staples would rub against your soft, and unscathed skin. Yes, your skin bore some imperfections that were perfectly gorgeous. Any scars or birthmarks you bore were nothing compared to the patches of discoloured and dead flesh stapled all over his body. His hand barely hovered over your skin at first, and when you complained, he grunted and gently spread the cream over your back.

You must had been really set on applying this stuff if you were willing to go as far as have his disgusting hands wander your back. If wearing sun protection at night wasn’t any hint.

When he was done, you turned around and smiled at him. “Thanks, baby.”

He nodded. You looked at him like you were expecting more, while the man was still waiting for a remark about how disgusting his touch was even after his hands left your body.

He got up, and you gently grabbed his arm. Your fingers curled around the healthy parts of his skin, cautious of his scars even though they were unfeeling. You didn’t want to touch them.

“Let me apply some on you,” you said.

He gently shrugged you off. “Not that It’s was ever a concern, but I’m already burnt, darling.”

You frowned slightly. It was meant to be something like a joke, despite it being true. Whatever it was, it wasn’t supposed to fill your eyes with pity. The man’s hatred for pity dug roots deep within his core.

His eyes glanced towards the lake. “…we just gon’ stand here or what?”

You smiled at him. Cheekily. “I don’t know… you don’t look pretty ready to me.”

“I took my jacket off.”

You tugged on his shirt lightly, saying, “I thought you said I’d get what I want.”

His eyes widened slightly at your boldness. If his shirt wasn’t hiding the sloppy scars and staples over his stomach and chest, he would had you burying your steaming face against him - a sight he was quite fond of.

Your eyes softened, flirty tone disappearing. “You know it’s nothing I’ve never seen before.”

“Of course I know that,” he muttered. It was true. You’ve seen his scars, tended to them, stitched him where he needed stitches and stapled where he needed staples. In those moments, you were focused on keeping him alive, keeping the blood in his veins. You weren’t… dare he say admiring him, really noticing how his body looked like. Those dire moments left no time for you decide if you liked his appearance or not.

The truth was, he did not look much different than he did on a ‘good’ day today than a bad one. The truth was, Dabi’s stomach was in knots at the thought of him taking off his shirt and deciding you didn’t like what his quirk had done to him.

“I… was just teasing,” you whispered softer than the wind breezing past. “I’m sorry.”

Dabi grit his teeth. He always did this, always burned the mood. The man only stopped gritting to blow smoke out of his mouth, hating the way your eyes downturned.

You were in his arms in a second, yelping. Your expression was pretty cute. He had a hand underneath your thigh, exchanging glances between you and the lake. You gawked at him, and he shut you a toothy grin as he sprinted towards the water.

Cold water splashed into you both. The lake’s waves gently rolled into stillness once you made contact with the water. A mere drop against your skin and your quirk let you control surrounding bodies of it. Your laughter crowded his senses, the softness of your hands on his shoulders as you nuzzled your face into his neck. Butterflies erupted in his stomach as you started planting gentle kisses on his neck, your lips moving across the scarred, coarse flesh shamelessly. As if his skin was as soft as yours.

“Cutest villian around,” you said, for no damn reason whatsoever.

He decided with a smirk he was going to punish you for calling him such a revolting thing. Cute? If that was a joke, he wasn’t laughing.

Once he was deep enough, he threw you into the water with a grand SPLASH!

Chuckling, he looked down at your wet hair and pout - eyes burning with a fury he’s never seen before. Dabi had faced heroes and villains, the worst parts, people in society ever since he was a young boy. The villian endured the anger of a father who deemed his son not good enough, and burned himself out trying to prove he was. He was tugged by the clothes on his back the like you tugged his shirt with a shocking strength, and was dragged through the ash as quickly as you pulled him into the water.

Popping his head above the water, you laughed at the fact how his raven spikes still defied gravity when they were wet. He ran a hand through his wet hair, the other splashing you with a wave of water.

You laughed and splashed him back, he finally realized. This was so different. Your eyes were absent of fury, there was no flames in your touch as you wrapped your arms around his neck, dipping his hands underwater to straddle your hips, holding you when your legs got tired of treading. It was as if your touch brought the nerves he burned back into his scarred flesh, like he could feel the love behind your teases and retaliations. The word made his throat close up, and tried to swallow him up like the water if he stopped treading his legs.

His wet shirt clung uncomfortably to his body. The thin fabric was a wall between you both. Dabi wanted to be flush against your body. He wanted to explore every expanse of you the moonlight touched, and was willing to let you do the same. Dabi knew he was obsessed, the man wanted to be as close to you, as connected as each droplet in this body of water.

You treaded for a bit as he took off his shirt. He discarded it, instantly scooping you up in his arms. A part of him wanted to bury his face into your shoulder and from your gaze. He surprised himself when he didn’t. The moon casted a wreath of its glow around your figure, deeming you ethereal and not made to fit against his broken body so perfectly.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he shut his eyes. His stomach turned at the thought of his staples hurting you. You made no sign of it, resting your hands on his face and tracing the scars along his jaw. The water moved softly around you, as your touch flowed from the scars on his face to the blotchy, burns on his body much like it.

He strengthened his hold on you when you brought one of his hands to your lips, kissing his wrecked knuckles and not flinching at cold metal against your skin. Your affections made him breathless, and yet he kissed your lips as if they’d grant him his last breath. The sensations, the warmth took him like a gentle tide, overtaking him, saving him from the flaming shores. You were the opposite of a kindling. You were a dousing strong enough to make him forget his flames and the sweltering depths of hell he was forced to tread through.

You treaded your fingers through his wet strands, breaths mingling together. You wore a smile, crystallized droplets falling off your body as you rose in his embrace. The man’s strong arms steadied you.

“I’ll never let you go,” he whispered, rubbing the pads of his fingers against your side. Instantly, he wanted to take it back. The man hadn’t mean to sound scary, as if he could really do anything if you decided to leave.

You smiled, tilting his chin up until your lips were nearly inches away. “I’ll never let you go either.”

The man stilled against you. Looking down, he stopped treading. Somehow you were both above water many depths taller than him.

You flashed him a cocky smile. Droplets of water danced around you, eyes glistening with moonlight.

“If you could make us float all this time…” he started.

“I like swimming.”

“Oh really?” He said, lips upturned. “Because to me, you’ve been in my arms all night.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

Opposites. He was fire and you were water. Yet, you were both similar, both casted out and left to burn and drown. Both were hell. Maybe you both didn’t deserve it at some point.

“I know you think you don’t deserve me, that I deserve better or some shit,” you said, looking him in the eyes. “But I want you to forget about that all, okay? Forget deserve. Who cares? You want me, and I want you. I’m a grown adult, I can make my own decisions.”

He chuckled weakly. “You sure make some pretty bad ones.”

“You act like I’m some Angel.”

“But you are,” he said against your skin, planting a kiss at your neck that made you shiver more than the cool, night air breezing past.

What else could bring him back to life? Hatred had rose him from the ashes, only to live another life of burn and misery. A living hell. Something completely opposite brought him back a second time. Dabi tasted heaven every time your lips met. Your scent clouded his senses.

“I love you,” he said, so easily and simply it scared him. Just turning away had the power to destroy him.

“I love you too.”

Only an angel could ever love a villain like him. Could look past the sins he cremated. Love was what revived him, his second lifeline after the first with no strings attached. It was too good to be true… which was why you weren’t an angle, he’d never be forgiven, he’d never be redeemed. You were both just crazy, laughing under the moonlight in far-off lake.

Dabi didn’t believe everyone deserves love, and it’s completely fucked that an arsonist and a murder gets to be loved. He was a villain and he was going to do what villains do best.

He was just gonna take it.

[caaaatoad]

Shigaraki x Reader - Birthday Kiss

FLUFF to BLESS YOUR SOUL HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY CRUSTY MUSTY DUSTY LOVE 💕💕💕💕 First MHA fic on this blog!!!

“Happy birthday, Tomura!”

Shigaraki nearly froze on the spot, heart beating fast as you hugged him with no warning. His body tensed instantly, his face beat red - and his arms flung to the air only to hover over your back awkwardly as your touch lingered.

The man swallowed hard, cursing the way his fingers trembled when he moved them an inch to return the hug. Tomura couldn’t. He couldn’t do a lot of things for you, and returning your sweet touches was one of them. No matter how much he wanted to.

You pulled away abruptly, nearly giving him a heart attack when he fumbled to move his hands away, his quirk away. Tomura’s stomach sank, thinking he did something wrong just by standing there. Maybe just being here was wrong, lugging dirt and grime into your home. You insisted it was fine and that’d you clean, but it wasn’t right for you to clean up after his messes. His brows furrowed together. When did a villain ever care about what was right?

“You’re not hurt, are you?” You asked him, reaching a hand to wipe the dirt off his cheek. He’d lean into your touch if he wasn’t so filthy.

He shook his head slightly. “Just… roughed up. You wanted me over?” Shigaraki still didn’t believe it.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” you said, taking him in. He stood uncomfortably under your gaze. The man never cared what he looked like until you were looking at him. He’d never look back, gaze pinned elsewhere - anywhere to avoid meeting yours.

Your home. It was quiet, and calm, and it made him feel like he didn’t belong here. The only sounds were faint ones from the stove, something smelling delicious was cooking. Various books stacked shelves and some laid across tables, a few cups were on the counters and not all the dishes were washed in the sink. A few, fluffy blankets you wrapped around the two of you whenever he was here and gaming. You kept them after he touched them? Your home was lived in, obviously, but to the L.O.V’s leader it was surreal. A man on the run never stayed in one place long enough to have things, to live anywhere, and you gave him things as if your home was an exception.

As if your home was his.

“Don’t just stand there, baby,” you said, smiling cheekily. “And last time I checked,” you pressed a finger to your cheek. “Your quirk isn’t in your lips.”

Shigaraki would never get used to your boldness. It was stupid how you made a villian like him want to hide his face and yet kick off his shoes and forget the world on your couch with you.

The man usually ends up doing an awkward, mixture of both - but never the last one. He could never forget the world outside, trying to put him behind bars, soon kill him as he further went down this path. You could, somehow. You somehow forgot the world when you looked at him, forgot heroes and villains all together as you ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his lips.

Tomura shut his eyes, hyper focused on his hands when you gently grabbed both his wrists to place on your hips. You deepened the kiss when he tensed, butterflies erupting in his stomach - replacing the nerves, the nausea, the emptiness of not getting to eat all day. The villain swore he could live off this, your lips against his and their sweet taste. He swore because when you kissed him he was a man, a man with needs and desires. To be loved and touched when this man was the villain who’s touch decayed.

But you were right. His quirk wasn’t in his lips. He guided you to the wall, keeping his hands fists on your hips because for some reason you seemingly wanted them there. He opened his eyes for a moment, staring at you. Your hands were buried in his hair and your breaths matched his. Fast, and heavy.

It wasn’t right to be here. But things didn’t make a home. His father had many things in his home, and it all came crashing down when he accidentally dusted the people who lived there.

“Tomura… I’ll always be by your side,” you whispered softly, and he smiled. Tomura always hated his smile. It was worth smiling to see yours grow at the chapped, crooked site. Shigaraki also knew it was also because he had finally done that stupid thing in your animes… Kabedon or something, minus the wall slapping.

“You’re so slow.”

He chuckled, slamming his lips against yours instead.

[caaaatoad]

he makes you cry

expl: he doesn't usually care about others' feelings, so how was he supposed to know what he did to you was mean?

a/n: appalled that this is my first time doing my favorite geo boy, appalled and ashamed; also exhausted this might not be my best work, requests sent will be fulfilled soon, i just need some rest! just got hired at a job that i went for an interview with today, so work will slowly be coming out later and later, sorry!

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second-person writing no pronouns used, 2,818 words

Xiao was not fond of caring about others' emotions, nor did it ever occur to him that he should care. He tried to keep his life as simple and as peaceful as possible because he deserved it after everything he went through before. Which was why he was so confused when someone would cry in front of him. Xiao never cried when times were hard, what made those salty tears escape human eyes so easily?

Most of the time, he never saw people cry, and if he did, he ignored it. That's how he was taught to deal with emotion, he'd ignore it.

It began when you were up in your room at the Inn, minding your business and trying to figure out how to make the woven bracelet that the Traveler had taught you. Frankly, it was pretty difficult, and when the Traveler was teaching you, you were so busy watching them that you never actually learned.

The hours were beginning to fly by and you could hardly make out the original pattern you were trying to replicate. Repeated failures over and over and piling yarn began to stack up on the bed next to you. It was when you had finally gotten it down to only mess up again because something distracted you was when you finally snapped.

Throwing the bracelet across the room where it rested under the table, streams of hot tears began to roll down your cheeks in frustration. You were doing everything right, why wasn't it working!

It happened to be the same time you were leaving your room when Xiao was strolling down the hallway. The two of you made eye contact and his eyes flew to where the tears were running toward the bottom of your neck. His eyes widened only a little bit and his mouth opened and closed like a fish only to not know what to say.

You also stood still and stared at him. Why? Maybe you were just waiting for him to comfort you or you were curious about what he had to say. But when it was clear that he'd keep gapping like a fish, you started to walk off again. Only for him to grab your wrist before you made it too far and pull you a bit toward him.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a soft voice, hardly making eye contact with you and finding his shoes on the floor more entertaining. It was shocking to see him show such concern in general, but you remembered why you were upset and started to ball again. Pushing yourself into his chest and crying warm tears into his shirt.

His hands fumbled on the sides of you for a while until he rested them softly on your hips. Awkwardly patting you in a form of reassurance he'd never shown anyone before.

His face was pretty flat when you began to show signs of distress and sadness. Albedo was too focused on his experiment to even realize that something went wrong on your end. The sound of a beaker crashing to the floor sounded across the room, but he still kept looking forward, hardly hearing anything at all.

That sound kept up for a while, you were pretty sure you broke at least 5 beakers in the time it took for you to get them from the spare cabinet. It wasn't until the 6th beaker that you managed to catch did Albedo actually turn around to see what had happened.

His experiment seemed to be going fine, the color of the liquid sitting at the bottom of the beaker matching the picture right next to it perfectly. You sighed when you saw he had already beaten you to make the antidote.

"I don't know how you do it 'bedo. This one is probably the most difficult I've done." You said before wiping your forehead which was littered with sweat from how hard you'd been concentrating.

"Just try again, I'm sure you'll be able to complete it." He said, his encouraging words going little to no length and falling straight to the floor. It didn't help that the trashcan full of your previous broken beakers was so close. It was extremely discouraging to see how much damage you've caused just trying to learn how to brew the antidote.

Then Albedo took his leave, putting his things down when he realized the clock read 9 PM. Bidding you goodbye, he looked back one last time with his handle on the doorknob and spoke. "Humans sometimes do not carry the skill to complete such a difficult task, do not push yourself to do something you simply can't achieve."

And then the door shut. All you did was stare at where he previously had been, his words repeating in an endless loop shrinking infinitely into your mind.

"Huh?" Was all you said before a warm feeling rushed down your cheeks and landed on the toe of your shoes. Did he just call me stupid? You thought to yourself. The frustration you felt along with the fact that he just said that, caused a rush of salty tears to leave your eyes. Your eyelashes stuck together as tears mended them together.

You continued to stand there and cry, until the door opened again and the alchemist stuck his head back in the door, announcing he forgot something towards the floor. That was until he lifted his head up to see you standing there, crying. For once, he stood still and just stared at you unable to conjure any words for the scene he was witnessing.

The sniffles and the silent sounds of tears padding the floor were all that was making sound in the room. As Albedo continued to stare at you like the two of you were playing a game of freeze tag.

"I'm stupid aren't I 'bedo?" You said, which made him flinch when the sound of the nickname you gave him came out in a harsh and rude manner. "Too stupid to figure out the dumb potion because I'm just a mere human in your eyes."

"What're you talking about?" He said, with the quietest and most emotion-full voice you've ever heard him use. Albedo continued to step closer to you, almost as if he was never moving at all. When he finally did reach you, his hand brushed against your cheek and his eyes held so much concern it could fill up the sea.

"I don't think you're lesser than me, is this about what I said? I didn't mean it like that..."

You kept sniffling while looking at him, still stubborn for more than what he was giving you. His arms reached around you and held you close, something he often did when Klee would sob, which he learned from Jean.

The two of you stood like that for a while, until the blazing sun rested its eyes in the distance, and the sorrowful moon began to creep up the valley.

"What is wrong with you??" Tighnari's harsh voice came out in a way you only heard once in a while. His irritated look glared at you from where you stood, all you had done was knock down a few books, but it looked like other things were really beginning to upset him.

You expected to greet the forest ranger and spend some time together, seeing as the both of you made those plans a while ago, but it seems that he was really busy with something that he was supposed to finish a while ago.

He whipped his head back to look at the beakers on the table, making a very loud and audible sigh at your appearance here. "I'm busy, so make another time for..." He waved his hands around dramatically and quick, "Whatever it was you were planning and leave me be."

You stood silent for a while, shocked that he was giving you such an attitude, but at the same time, you had no idea how to respond to what he said. So, you did just that and didn't respond, turning on your heels and leaving. Unfortunately, Tighnari didn't hear you leave and assumed you were still sitting there waiting for him like usual. So when he turned around and opened his mouth to address you and apologize, he stopped in his tracks to see you weren't there.

When you saw Tighnari again, it was actually just his voice you had heard and your eyes didn't flicker to see if it was actually him. Collei was holding some sort of dinner for the forest rangers in the area, to both thank them and congratulate her for beating Eleazar. But you finally did see him when it was too late, and you were bumping into the forest ranger with food in your hands.

A shocked gasp came out of your mouth till the echoed noise of a bowl rumbled onto the ground and crashed down, the food flying along with it. Your distressed state increased, and you immediately flew down to try and clean it up.

In fact, you were so busy trying to clean the bowl of food that had spilled over that you didn't even realize the forest ranger was standing behind you with his hands behind his back. Until the call of your name was repeated for the 3rd time, did you turn around to look at him, tears in your eyes from how frustrated you were?

Tighnari's eyes widened before he immediately dropped to his knees and put his hand on your shoulder for comfort. It shocked him to see you in such a vulnerable state, especially with how cheery you always seemed around him.

"What happened? Are you alright?" Tighnari said, before moving his eyes down to the food splattered all over the dirt. You didn't even realize how much helping out at the party would stress you out. As soon as Tighnari muttered the words are you alright, tears flooded out more and more as you tried to hide your face in your hands. Your shoulders and body shook with how much you were crying. Tighnari moved closer to you and shielded you with his body.

Not only did he treat you terribly before, but the first time he sees you in days, you were crying? His heart felt like it could break then and there. His hand came around your back to soothingly rub circles on it while you continued to sob. His ears even flattened a bit on his head in guilt.

When Collei had come around the corner to see the pasta salad splattered on the ground, and Tighnari hugging you with his tail between his legs. She smiled and sighed a bit, before walking away to leave you two be.

It felt like a long time while the two of you sat like that, his hand never stopping to rub your back. You finally pulled away to look at him and Tighnari rested his hand on your cheek in a comforting manner.

"I'm sorry I treated you like that, I was irritated and you came in at a bad time. I never want to hurt you." His guilt-written face and ears practically flattened to his head making your heart beat in a painful rhythm.

"You can make it up to me by helping me clean this up?" You said as a sly grin grew a little bit on your face. He smiled back and rolled up his sleeves to begin cleaning.

Scaramouche was a mean boy, everyone knew that he had no filter and he acted as if he didn't care about anyone when in reality it was the exact opposite.

"You're pathetic!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, looking at your shocked expression and stance from across the room. You had just failed to do the task that Nahida assigned you again, and it seemed like the newly-found anemo holder was growing more and more impatient watching you fail over and over.

"Excuse me?" You spat back, clearly irritated with his outburst and pushiness. Scaramouche scoffed again before trailing over to where you were, Nahida watching the interaction from her desk.

"You've been doing it all wrong, and that pathetic idiot brain can't seem to comprehend that." His fingers flew a swift flick to your head, pushing you back a centimeter. "If you keep failing, shouldn't you be trying something else instead of pushing the same solution over and over? Moron."

His insults over and over were hurting, sure, but you were used to it. When you felt good. Right now, this was the last thing you needed after failing again and again. At one point you even glanced over at Nahida after failing and saw her face look a bit reluctant about your skills. Which increased your anxiety tenfold.

"I never knew someone could be so stupid. I even worked with morons every day in the Fatui, but none match up to how idiotic you are." Scaramouche just kept blasting insult after insult at you. What was with him today? Was he really that peeved you didn't wait for him in the morning to walk over here?

Moving aside and putting your hands up defensively, you made way for the prince and his smart brain. He moved in front of you and began looking down at what you were doing. It looked like Nahida was still working with you on Fermat's Last Theorem, which was an extremely difficult math equation, back in the 17th century. Scaramouche made a noticeable eye roll before sitting down to begin writing out how to solve it.

What he didn't see was your reaction to the last flinching insult he threw your way. He didn't witness the tears swell up in your eyes and he also didn't see you walk away and leave the sanctuary. Only witnessing your presence gone when he looked up to turn another sarcastic comment towards you. Scaramouche's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before looking around him to see where you went. He turned towards Nahida when he couldn't find you and she looked up at him before looking back down at her papers.

"Tsk, whatever." He pushed his seat back and sat up to leave, wondering what he should have for dinner instead of concerning himself with where you went. It wasn't until later in the evening when he saw you again, sitting back at the desk, not uttering an obnoxious sigh or an irritating "What does this mean??"

He eased himself over to you with his hands in his pockets before leaning behind your shoulder to see what you were doing. You were working on the problem again, but his copy of it was nowhere to be seen, that is until he looked towards the trash and saw his handwriting on the paper barely crumpled and resting near the top of the bin.

"You threw away my paper?" He said with irritation lining every letter. You kept writing though and paid him no mind. The silent treatment seemed to be really riling him up because he continued to berate you over and over as you sat there taking it and continuing to work.

It was only an hour later that it really started to bother him with you being quiet. Maybe what he said earlier was too harsh, he didn't really feel that bad, but if it meant you weren't going to speak to him then he had to do something.

Leaning over you again, he placed his hand on your upper arm, grabbing your attention from the unusual act. His eyes met yours and held the stare for a couple seconds before he spoke,

"I'm sorry." That was all he said.

You raised an eyebrow at him, before squinting your eyes in confusion and responding.

"Sorry for what..?" The sarcasm dripped from every syllable and landed on his fragile ego.

His eyes widened and he took his hand from your arm, frowning and shouting back,

"I don't repeat myself! Accept the apology I gave you."

"You're such a child, does saying sorry really hurt that bad?"

"You heard me!"

Your eyes rolled and you turned back to your paper as if you were going back to ignoring him, his eyes softened again and he grabbed your arm once more.

"I'm sorry I said those mean words to you. I didn't mean it, I don't like it when you leave without me and I don't like it when you're upset."

When he grabbed your arm, you didn't turn to face him again, but after hearing the words he spoke, you turned again with a smile on your face and leaned closer to his.

The blush was evidently growing the more you leaned in, and you could see his adam's apple bob with nervousness.

"I accept your apology Kunikuzushi."

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Hi!! 💞💞 I do have a request if its not too much! Id really appreciate it.

Could I perhaps request a Kaeya/Thoma/Kazuha cuddling hc’s?

i love these boys with all my heart <3

A/N: OFC THANK you for your request!!!❤️❤️❤️

Cuddling Headcannons (Kaeya, Thoma, Kazuha)

fluff/ hurt/comfort

Kaeya

Loves, LOVES to cuddle with you

His love language is physical touch, so he actually needs cuddles from you his lovely s/o

Initially, he is a bit shy to cuddle with you. You would have to suggest it and be the one to initiate it at first. Even then he’ll be a bit awkward, laughing a bit too often to brush off his nervousness. He wouldn’t be totally obvious, but the moment you lay on his chest - his arms finally secured around your waist instead of hanging in the air, wondering where to go - his heart is hammering.

If you comment on it, or tease him, he’ll be a flustered mess. His facade would finally drop and he’d bury his head into your shoulder, or hug you tightly so your face is buried in his chest to obscure your view of his face.

However, if you show him mercy, even though he never returns this favour with his flustering antics - gently rubbing his back, or playing with his hair will calm him down. He would sigh softly, shutting his eyes and basking in your scent.

The affection and closeness is surreal to him.

If you’re really gentle with this man, he’ll break slightly. He might tear up a little, but he would never let you see. It would take months, maybe even a year of being together, or establishing cuddling and affection a routine for him to really let you see him vulnerable.

Eventually, he is completely relaxed with the idea. He would initiate it far more often. Even as far as sneaking you into his office, and seating you on his lap and hugging you while he finishes up some dull paperwork. More often that not you both fell asleep in his office’s coach, legs and arms entangled with each other.

Only in his office though. Kaeya is fine with PDA, to a certain extent. He wouldn’t try to keep your relationship a secret, but he wouldn’t go out of his way to try to hide it either. Very neutral. He would hold your hand in public, and plant a quick kiss in town square if he won’t see you until dinner, but nothing more. Such intimacy like cuddling is reserved behind his closed doors: his office, or your shared home.

He usually asks for cuddles often. Without words whenever he’s not feeling well. Kaeya gets headaches, and being in your arms is the best pain reliever. Especially when you massage his scalp - the man turns into pudgy in your hands.

But mostly HES A TEASE… he flusters you so much. He’s usually a big spoon, and he tries to keep you on your toes out of fear you’ll get bored of him. With time he’ll become more comfortable, and he’ll be big spoon / little spoon interchangeably. He likes them both, it depends on his mood.

Teasing little snark = big spoon and grumpy, sad baby = little spoon

All in all, this man feels the most love when you both cuddle and he is EXTREMELY touch-starved for obvious reasons. Please just hold him😭😭

Thoma

SUCH A CUDDLE BUG

Golden retriever personality - he’s literally so happy to be by your side

Will get a bit shy at first, but he’s more excited than nervous

Face will get very flustered and the man is super blushy - loves to hold you or be held

Sometimes when he’s tired, he will just plop his head into your lap and ask you to play with his hair

Will give puppy dog eyes if you are too busy to cuddle him <3333

He will gently run his fingers through your hair, gently rubbing your back as you both fall to sleep together. His hands are warm because of his vision, but not too warm. On cold nights you will seek him out in your sleep, and by instinct, he’ll lazily wrap his arm around your waist and let you nuzzle into his side without even opening his eyes.

Has (more than once) lifted you up off your feet and fell back onto the coach with you on his chest. He’ll loosely wrap his arms around you and laugh at your cute squeak.

If you both cuddle a while, he’ll ask if you get hungry and you will have to physically prevent him from cooking up a storm for you for no reason🥺🥺

Super cuddly. Physical touch is his love language after acts of service so expect a lot of it<33

Kazuha

Not much of a cuddlier ACTUALLY

The man likes them, and will always say yes if you ask, but it’s not something’s he’d seek out on his own

Usually

Somedays when he’s tired.. he may lean his head on your shoulder, which usually ends up with you both laying down underneath a blanket a starts

Cuddles on the beach. Kazuha will let you snuggle up to him even if it means getting sand in his hair and scolds from the screw of lugging sand on the deck. He usually rests a hand on the small of your back, nothing more

Super content and calm with you, he loves you so much <333

He will recite poems to you, 99% of them are about you.

Kazuha talks to you. In these quiet moments, he’ll recite all his poems to you - SPOILER : they’re 99% about you

However, sometimes they aren’t, and you can tell. The words sound as they were stuck undersea, pulled from its depth and left to rot on the shore.

You hold him in these moments. His feelings are always fleeting, and not even the wind knows how you’re able to make them stay, long enough for the warmth of your embrace to soothe his heartaches.

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SAFE AND SOUND (Diluc x Reader)

Diluc wrapped his arms around you, gently pulling you into his lap, seated before the blazing hearth. The fire keeps its warm glow on your face as you turn to him, reaching your eyes. He smiled softly at you. Pressing his forehead against yours once you fully turn to face him in his lap, he gave your lips a quick peck.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” he said.

His lips were cold. You pursed yours. His were purple, and you cupped his cheeks. You rubbed your thumb over his skin, cheeks warming underneath your touch. The fire’s warmth on your back is soothing, but Diluc bare hands resting on the small of your back are warm enough to make you forget the flames.

Including the storm rattling the windows, icy whips of snow and wind. Your boyfriend was shivering slightly, as he buried his head into your shoulder. You snatched the blanket beside you and draped it around you both, rubbing your palms against his back. As winter moaned outside, Diluc held you closer as if you were the one in the storm, chilled to the bone.

“You’re going to catch a cold,” you insisted. He gazed into your eyes, specks of snow on his lashes.

“Pyro,” was all he mumbled, with skin feeling more cold like a Cryo user’s. Adjusting the blanket tighter around his shoulders, you tried to scoot him closer to the fire. Diluc groaned.

“Urgent matters?”

“Anything otherwise and I would not have left you, my love,” He said, voice dipping in that low octave. Tired.

You smiled softly into his hair, pulling him you close. You massaged his scalp, and his tension flowed off in waves before he could apologize: Diluc knew he was forgiven.

Ever the gentlemen, he reluctantly broke away from the crook of your neck to look into your eyes. His eyes blazed in the absence of the flames, love written in the hues.

“I am sorry for being late on Christmas,” he said. Even if he knew he would be forgiven, he had a hard time forgiving himself.

While you did fall asleep with him last night, you awoke to the side of his bed empty, cold in the sheets without his embrace. A note was left on your nightstand before you could worry: in truth, you would always worry.

“I… I do not wish to talk about it. However, I do owe you an explanation for my absence—“

You shushed him softly, noticing he was tensing again. You rubbed a soothing hand up and down his back, smiling as you felt his relief in the slump of his shoulders, and his smile against your neck.

“I trust you, Diluc,” you said softly, planting a kiss on his cheek. “If it was urgent, it was urgent. No need for an explanation.”

Diluc sighed in relief, shutting his eyes once more. “I have a present for you,” he mumbled against your skin, “And an entire day to do whatever you want. In fact, I know how much you love—“

“Oh, baby, you sound so tired,” you cooed, bringing him even closer. His eyes were barely open, and he shook his head.

“I… I have to make it up to you. It’s… it’s our first Christmas together, and—and—“

You shushed him softly, catching his lips in a kiss. It was as passionate as it was soft, and you cradled his face in your hands.

“You have nothing to make up for other than your sleep,” you whispered, gently rubbing your thumbs over the dark bags under his eyes.

His protests fell against the fist he stifled a yawn with. And anymore died once you rubbed soothing circles into his back, holding him in your arms and drifting to sleep with him.

“You safe and sound with me is the only gift I need,” you whispered.

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Cyno: I think I have ligma

Tighnari: What’s ligma?

Cyno: LIGMA BALLS!!! So basically, let me explain. Ligma isn’t a real disease or a real word but it sounds like one. So it’s like an easy way to get someone to ask “what’s ligma” because it sounds like you have a disease or illness. So then when someone asks you say “ligma balls” (which phonetically sounds like “lick my balls”) it’s easy to lure someone into a funny joke and then it insinuates that they want to lick YOUR balls. So this is pretty hilarious on a multitude of levels. Firstly, (obviously) the other person doesn’t want to lick your balls, so it’s funny that you made them say something which demonstrates their desire to lick your balls when they in fact do not want to lick your balls. Secondly, it’s onomatopoeic, almost an onomatopoeic pun, so it’s pretty funny that “ligma” is phonetically interchangeable with “lick my”, at least in an certain accents. It may be difficult to achieve the same result with different accents, as some accents will hard pronounce the “ck” whereas others will omit the “ck” into a “g” sound, taking slang and cultural pronunciations into account, resulting in “ligma” instead of “lick my”. This makes it easy to fool those who are used to “g” pronunciations as a replacement for the “ck” plosive, or other variances. Do you get it?

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nepenthe

Warning: slight angst/ much comfort - sfw, domestic (unconditional love), character perspective | sending love to our sad boys 

character x GN reader | anthology

Includes: Childe, Dainsleif, Diluc, Kaeya

Hope.

A dying concept. One withering away slowly, painfully, until nothing but the hollow truth is left behind. Hope is debilitating - so why not let it go?

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KAEYA'S BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

5 days 5 fics nov. 25 - nov. 30 send an ask to be tagged

✵ day 1 ✵ MIRROR

Kaeya dealt with Fatui members in plenty of ways. But when a few of them disguised themselves as treasure hoarders to smuggle a certain trove - he was forced to act personally. But he didn't expect a talking mirror to be the treasure.

✵ day 2 ✵ MIDNIGHT CONFESSIONS

The relationship Kaeya and you shared always had one distinct pattern - despite his best tries; Kaeya always ended up somehow late. But what does he have to say just before your big day?

✵ day 3 ✵ ARROW

Cyno had told you to abandon your research and he found your excuses for it so abstract but he still followed you back to your hometown. Yes, as the general and a friend, he had to make sure you broke the rules before he arrested you. It all depends on you using the 'arrow of love' that you keep in your backpack.

✵ day 4 ✵ MASTERMIND

Political games were low and dirty and nobody else knew that better than you. Achieving what you wanted meant making someone love you effortlessly but where does honesty still stand? And just why did you declare Kaeya as your 'arch-nemesis'?

✵ day 5 ✵ HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Choosing a gift for Kaeya never was easy. After 3 years of dating him - just what else is there that you can gift him? The chase of finding the perfect gift commences!

a/n: It is truly my opinion that no better male character has been made since Kaeya. And yes I know what I said. And yes this is me forcing myself to stop hibernating and send him love! Inshallah that I finish these

TAGLIST: @venexus-but-not, @iridescene, @x-zho,

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our only hope