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chat im doing it. Killer Chat is officially added to my fandom heap. i offer my first contribution to the fandom, Valentin my beloved w a couple Y/Ns, and a couple on when his mane goes wild. 🥴 ya'll are pink because that be my theme! i wanted to add body hair bc i appreciate it but i got lazy and know some peeps might not like it. its not shaded (yet) but phew my poor hand 😂 three days on this, srsly. i'm proud of this piece ngl. i laughed when i covered his nip w a trollface. readmore for abs! 💅

for now i'm only gonna write for V. i may or may not hop outside my box writing transmasc characters(Ronin, specifically) in an effort to broaden my writing horizons eventually but for now i dont wanna risk being offensive to anyone in the fandom. 😊

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Guys…IMA NEED SUM MORE ABOUT DAD AMAJIKI YOU DID SMTH TO ME THAT FIC WAS SOO GOOD I LIVE IT SM I NEED MORE PLEASE 🙏🙏💞💞💞

warnings/notes: giggling twirling my hair rn AUGH here's some snippets ab pro-hero DILF!Tamaki, all assuming he's single w kid(s) from prior relationship(s), and interested in reader/dating/married to reader. can be read as a part of this fic or not, up to you guys :3

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DILF!Tamaki who sees you interact with his kid(s) who very evidently downright adore you, falls first and falls harder.

DILF!Tamaki who's fueled by anxiety and turns into a mess when you speak with him. it's always default answers. please go easy on him, his mind is an absolute wreck.

If you want this man to short circuit, flirt with him.

HIM?!! He's not in the top five let alone top ten, but HIM?!!!

The first kiss with DILF!Tamaki, his kid(s) literally shoved one of you into the other after months of you two going back and forth.

DILF!Tamaki who's completely and utterly a down-bad romantic once dating. hold his hand. i beg. his reaction is so adorable.

Contrary to most HCs, I don't think at least DILF!Tamaki would be even remotely against PDA. he holds his kid(s) constantly. touch is soothing for him, platonic with close friends/family or romantic. go on, give him a squeeze, soothe his jitters. 🥺

DILF!Tamaki who tells you he loves you everyday.

DILF!Tamaki makes hella lot more than six figures. His kid(s) have long since been set for the best schooling/colleges. he really wants to spend it. you're a gift that fell into his family's life one day, completing it. so don't fuss your pretty little head over paying him back. trust.

DILF!Tamaki who, despite his jitters, is very communicative. he was a husband. he is a father. he's a pro hero. when it inevitably arises, nothing is a 'you or him' problem. it's a problem everyone tackles head on.

DILF!Tamaki is a cuddle master, his protective embrace is 🥺👉👈 👁👄👁👌

DILF!Tamaki who finds himself wanting to put a ring on you when he spies you and his kid(s) on top of you, all out like a light from playing in his living room.

seeing you tucker them out, seeing them happier than they've ever been never fails to make him weak in the knees. and honestly? if you are capable of having kids, he'd definitely be willing for more.

DILF!Tamaki always cooks, he started because of his quirk. his cooking is CHEFS KISS istg. Lunchbox God™

DILF!Tamaki is a literal multitasker, his quirk makes domestic tending so much easier. he's gotten used to it over the years. 😂

DILF!Tamaki is a provider, through and through. Perfect husband and father material, I guarantee it. 🥰

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Wedded Bliss and Hit Lists - Killer Chat Wedding! Head canons! (Special for 100)

This is a small gift, 100 followers, I grew so soon. I'm so excited to do things for this fandom!

I love you all!

Ronin Beaufort!

The Proposal? Unhinged.

Traditional? Never heard of her. Ronin proposes in his way—dramatic, messy, and a little bit criminal. Expect a bloody heart scrawled on a wall with his crowbar, a ring slipped on your finger before you even notice, and a devilish smirk when you realize.

He doesn’t ask, he claims. “You’re mine, darlin’. ‘Til death do us part—if it even can.”

The Rings? Custom and Chaotic.

Of course, Angel helps him design them—gothic, blackened metal with a blood-red gemstone (or one that looks like it), and the inside is engraved with"R.B X (Your First Initial)” because he has no shame.

Yours is fancy, but his? He wears a thick band with a jagged design, and if you don’t put it on him yourself,

💀 Ronin as a Husband + The Day of the Wedding 💍

The Wedding Day: A Bloody Fairytale (His Way, Of Course)

Traditional? Nah. Ronin’s wedding isn’t some soft, white-veil affair—it’s a chaotic, adrenaline-pumping fever dream. Forget pastel flowers and quiet vows; he’s giving you black roses dipped in crimson and a blood-splattered ceremony in Purgatory (the alley where you shared your first kiss).

He insists on having the ceremony at midnight. Why? “C’mon, babe—if we’re doin’ this, we’re doin’ it right. No sun, all sin.” The whole place is lit by red neon lights and candles. Romantic in a rotting kind of way.

His outfit? Over-the-top. Black leather jacket, maroon ripped pants, and his usual chaos of accessories—but with a little touch of wedding flair: a silver chain around his neck engraved with your name, and a skull pin that says “’Til Death” on it.

Angel is the one who "officiates" the wedding—if you count her laughing through the ceremony and calling you both “unhinged lovebirds” as official. She’s wearing all white “to be ironic.” Ronin’s response? “If you ruin my moment, Angel, I'll bring my child."

Instead of a normal walk down the aisle, He carries you “Damn. If I wasn’t marryin’ ya, I’d be kidnappin’ ya.”

The Vows? Pure Chaos and Pure Him.

His vows are a mess—half confessions, half threats to anyone who’d dare touch you. “I promise to love ya, haunt ya, and maybe murder anyone who looks at ya funny. Or Kill ya/j”

He doesn’t get emotional easily, but when he says “No one else gets me, but you do—and I ain’t lettin’ that go, ever,” his voice dips just a little softer. It’s rough around the edges, like him, but so painfully sincere it’s almost too much to handle.

“Blood-red suits ya, babe.”

Reception? Think More Crime Scene Afterparty.

No boring banquet hall—he drags you to the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse, where he’s set up his version of a reception. Black leather couches, flickering red lights, and a playlist that’s just metal, punk, and songs that remind him of you.

The cake? Oh, it’s black, alright. A blood-red filling when you cut it open. He insists on smashing a piece in your face. If you try to get revenge, he just laughs and lets you.

When the first dance comes around, he pulls you close—no slow, sappy waltz. He dips you so low your back almost touches the floor, all while murmuring, “Can’t believe ya married me, sweetheart. You’re a little crazy.”

Ronin as a Husband: The Good, The Bad, and the Chaotic.

Clingy. Oh, he loves being married to you—and he’ll make sure everyone knows it. If you even try to go anywhere without a goodbye kiss, he’s pulling you back by your waist. “Where’s my kiss, Mrs. Devil?”

Pet Names? Relentless. "Darlin’," "Sweetheart," "My Little Heartbreaker," and—when he’s feeling extra possessive—“My Forever.”

Jealous not really! But! Anyone so much as flirts with you? They’re getting a look that could kill. If you tease him about being possessive, he just shrugs, “Course I am. What’s mine’s mine.”

Weirdly Domestic… In His Way.

Will absolutely make you breakfast—but it’s gonna be black coffee and pancakes shaped like skulls. Maybe Not, He's a okay-person in kitchen

He’s in charge of home defense, which means there are too many weapons hidden in your place. (Your couch? Knife. Your bookshelf? Crowbar.)

Anniversaries Are… Intense.

Every anniversary, he takes you back to Purgatory to “renew your vows” by carving a fresh bloody heart into the wall.

He gets you the most unhinged gifts: one year, he gives you a dagger with “Mine Forever” engraved on the blade. Romantic!

When You’re Sick?

Pretends he’s too tough to worry, but the moment you so much as sneeze, he’s fussing over you.

Brings you soup (even though he can’t cook) and sits at your bedside like a demon guard dog. “I ain’t leavin’ ‘til you’re better, babe.”

Fights? Loud. Dramatic. Always Ends in Kisses.

Arguments with Ronin are explosive. He’ll push your buttons on purpose, just to see if you’ll push back.

But if he thinks he’s really hurt you? He folds immediately. “Baby—hey, baby, c’mon. I didn’t mean it. You know I’m an idiot.”

Would He Die For You? Absolutely.

He wouldn’t hesitate. Your enemies are his enemies.

But really? He’s not afraid of dying—he’s afraid of losing you. “If you go first, babe, I’m followin’ right after ya. No question.”

Forever Means Forever.

Ronin doesn’t do temporary. When he said “forever,” he meant it. Whether you want to wreak havoc together or just spend quiet nights tangled up in each other—he’s there. Always.

And if anyone thinks they can take you from him? They’re in for a hell of a rude awakening.

“What’s mine stays yours, darlin’—and you’re stuck with me. Forever.”

When V finds out you and Ronin—the Ronin—are officially, legally (or maybe not-so-legally) married, his reaction is… complicated.

🖤 1. The Initial Reaction: Processing…

At first? Silence. Cold. Heavy. The kind that stretches on long enough to make anyone else squirm.

You tell him during a quiet night on the server—just a casual drop like, “Oh yeah, by the way, Ronin and I got married.”

For a full minute, he doesn’t respond. Not one word. Not even a blink emoji.

Then, finally:

V: "Married."

That’s it. One word. Flat. Clinical. Like he’s trying to figure out if this is some elaborate joke—or if the world’s truly gone off the rails.

🗡️ 2. The Overprotective Judgment™

Look, V isn’t stupid. He’s always known something was brewing between you two. He heard the flirting, the teasing—he’s seen Ronin’s obsession with you. He’d be blind not to.

But marriage? That’s another level of unhinged.

His next DM comes ten minutes later, and it’s direct:

V: “Is this a joke, or have you genuinely lost your mind?”

He doesn’t trust Ronin—not entirely. Not when the man’s idea of a romantic gesture involves blood splatter and sharp objects. And while V respects your choices… he’s concerned.

“You understand what you’re tying yourself to, don’t you?” he asks, voice colder than usual. It’s not disapproval—it’s caution.

👁️ 3. Watching Ronin… Closely.

From the second V learns about the marriage, Ronin becomes his #1 Surveillance Target.

He tracks his movements more. Listens to every conversation. If Ronin so much as breathes suspiciously around you, V knows.

If Ronin’s sweet? V thinks it’s manipulation.

If Ronin’s distant? V’s ready to interrogate.

And Ronin? Oh, he loves it. He knows V’s watching—and he plays it up. Texts you obnoxiously sweet things in the public chat just to piss him off:

Goreboy: “Missin’ my spouse already. Bet you’re sittin’ there lookin’ all cute, huh? 😘”

V? Seething.

Angel's reaction

1. The Initial Reaction: Stunned Silence (And an Immediate Drink)

When Angel first hears the news, she’s mid-photoshoot—some sleek, ethereal setup where everything is soft lighting and cold marble. Her phone buzzes with a notification from Luca (because, of course, he’s the one who spilled it to the whole server).

SURPRISE Y’ALL, DEVIL GOT WIFED UP 💍 @Goreboy @You

Her brain short-circuits. She actually calls a break. Angel, the perfectionist who never leaves a set, calls a break because her ex-turned-best-friend just got married without telling her.

And the first thing she does? Orders champagne.

If anyone’s getting drunk over this, it’s gonna be her.

2. Teases Ronin

She slides into Ronin’s DMs while waiting for her makeup touch-up, keeping it light, breezy—too breezy:

Angel: “Marriage? Really? Is this some new kink or are you serious?” Goreboy: “Relax, Mx goreboy will not be happy to see what you thought. I'm serious Angel."

Angel: “Ugh, That ring wasn't a joke..”

3. The Protective Big Sister Mode™

Angel sends you a DM next:

Angel: “Congratulations (I think). You sure you’re ready for that lunatic 24/7?”

You tell her you love him. That you’re happy.

And Angel feels happy for her friend...

4. The Girl Talk Interrogation

When you and Angel finally talk voice-to-voice, she’s sitting on her balcony, glass of wine in hand, night breeze tugging at her perfect curls. Her voice is too casual—the way it always is when she’s hiding how much she cares.

“So… tell me everything. Did he do some grand psycho thing? Blood hearts? A body? Knowing him, he probably thought a murder scene was romantic, huh?”

She laughs, but it’s not cruel. It’s just… Angel. Sharp edges wrapped in sugar.

But underneath, she’s asking the real question: Does he love you the way you deserve?

And when you answer—when you tell her how he looks at you, how he treats you like you’re the only thing in the world—Angel relaxes. Just a little.

Angel makes a public post in the server—for you—because that’s how she expresses love: loud, visible, undeniable.

"Congrats to the newlyweds. If @Goreboy screws this up, I’m personally throwing him into a woodchipper. 💋 #AngelApproved #WeddingOfTheYear"

Misaki's reactions!

💌 1. The Immediate Reaction: Absolute Chaos™

When Misaki finds out—because let’s be real, they didn’t get a formal announcement, Luca probably dropped it in the chat like a bomb—they lose it.

Luca: “Yo, @Goreboy got hitched. Someone check the apocalypse calendar.”

Misaki: “EXCUSE ME??? MARRIED?? LIKE LEGALLY?? WHO THE HELL ALLOWED THIS??”

Cue Misaki spamming the chat with caps lock, fifty cat memes, and alien abduction theories. Because if anyone was gonna get legally bound to Ronin, they figured it would be an interdimensional being, not a real person they actually know.

They’re not mad. They’re just deeply confused—and too entertained to stop.

💌 2. Instigating Maximum Drama™

Misaki immediately slides into your DMs with zero chill:

Misaki: “HOLD UP, YOU MARRIED THE DEVIL AND DIDN’T INVITE ME???” You: “It was… spontaneous.” Misaki: “Spontaneous is buying a weird energy drink at 3 AM, not legally binding yourself to the human equivalent of a horror movie jumpscare!!”

They are deeply offended they didn’t get to throw confetti or wear some ridiculous outfit to your wedding. In retaliation, they threaten to officiate a fake ceremony in the chatroom.

Misaki: “Second wedding. My rules. V’s the flower girl. Ronin wears a leash.”

And the scariest part? They’re dead serious about it.

💌 3. Confused… But Protective

Once the jokes die down (for about five seconds), Misaki takes a breath—and the worry kicks in. They may be playful, but underneath all that chaos is someone who actually cares.

Because they know Ronin.

And yeah, he’s fun, but he’s also… a lot. And they’ve seen how quickly things with him can go sideways if you aren’t careful.

So, they check in.

Misaki: “But seriously… you okay? He treating you right?”

When you tell them how happy you are, how Ronin’s been soft (well, as soft as he can be) and sincere, Misaki lets out a breath they didn’t realize they were holding.

💌 4. Becoming Your Self-Appointed "Marriage Consultant"

From that point on, Misaki takes it upon themselves to be your official marriage advisor, despite having no business doing so.

Misaki: “If he pisses you off, put glitter in his boots. No killer is scary when they sparkle.”

They send you relationship quizzes, offer weird gift ideas, and will absolutely text you things like:

Misaki: “If he ever forgets your anniversary, I’m legally required to assassinate him. Just saying.”

💌 5. Weird Wedding Gift Incoming

A week later, a mystery package shows up at your door. Inside?

A handmade knife (with both your initials engraved, because of course).

A mixtape labeled “Marriage Survival Guide” (track one is Olivia Rodrigo’s Bad Idea Right?).

A tiny alien plushie with a note: “If he acts up, beam his ass back to space. – Love, Misaki 👽”

💍 After-Wedding Ronin Headcanons 💀

🖤 1. "Husband" Privileges

Oh, you think Ronin is letting this slide quietly? No chance. The second those vows are said, it’s like he’s unlocked a new personality.

“‘Spouse’ sounds so boring—‘lover’ is better. But ‘husband’? Oh, babe, I’m gonna make that your favorite word.”

He abuses the title constantly—throwing around “husband” and “wife” or “spouse” in every context possible.

“Can’t argue with me, babe. Husband’s orders.”

“That’s ‘your devil husband’ to you.”

“You married me, sweetheart—this is legally your problem now.”

And he expects you to flex it, too. If you don’t show off the ring? He’ll make sure everyone sees it.

“Mx Y/n Beaufort.”

“This means you’re mine. No take-backs, sweetheart.”

He’ll tease, of course. Ask if you’re gonna run—if you regret it—but his grip when he holds you? That death-grip on your waist? Yeah, you’re not going anywhere.

💋 3. His Version of Domestic Bliss

Ronin’s not the white-picket-fence type—but he loves the idea of building chaos with you.

Late-night drives to nowhere, hands tangled on the gearshift.

he tells you the stories from his past.

Waking up with scissors on the nightstand and a love note tucked under your pillow.

“Rise and shine, lover—thought about murdering you in your sleep, but I’m sentimental now.”

He loves you, The next time he wakes up. He knows you're someone who won't discard his past. You will listen to it, He trusts you.

Angel

Angel as Your Wife – Wedding Day Perfection

Angel has always been the type to love love. She flirts like it’s second nature, teases with a wink and a smile, but underneath it all, she loves deeply, fiercely, without hesitation. And today—her wedding day—is the moment she’s been dreaming about since the day she realized forever with you was the only thing she ever truly wanted.

💍 The Proposal – The Moment She Knew

Angel is a romantic, but she also loves a bit of fun, so her proposal to you is an event. Whether she’s proposing to you or waiting for you to propose, it has to be memorable.

If she proposes, it’s spontaneous but perfect. Maybe it’s on a quiet rooftop under the city lights, her hands slipping into yours as she murmurs, “I never thought I’d find someone who could keep up with me, who’d see all of me and love me anyway.” Then she pulls out the ring, and for once, her teasing smirk softens into something more tender. “So, what do you say, sweetheart? Want to be mine forever?”

If you propose, she’s stunned—like genuinely breathless for a second, blinking at you before breaking into the brightest, most heart-melting smile. She tackles you in a hug before she even gets the words out. “Yes! Of course, yes! How could I ever say no to you?”

Either way, the moment the ring is on her finger, she’s already planning the wedding with stars in her eyes.

☀️ The Morning of the Wedding – Butterflies & Love Notes

Angel wakes up bouncing with excitement. She’s always been a morning person, but today, she’s practically glowing before the sun is even up.

Her first thought? You. She grabs her phone immediately, sending you a text: “Good morning, future spouse. I hope you’re ready, because in just a few hours, I’ll officially be yours. Nervous? Excited? Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make sure you never regret saying ‘I do.’”

She sends you a little gift—maybe a handwritten letter filled with all the reasons she loves you, or a small locket with a picture of you both.

Despite being surrounded by bridesmaids and stylists, her mind keeps drifting to you. She keeps catching herself smiling in the mirror, twirling in her dress, wondering what your reaction will be when you see her.

👗 Her Look – A Vision in White

Angel has an eye for elegance, but she also knows how to make an impact.

Her dress is breathtaking—soft, flowing fabric that clings in all the right places, delicate lace details that shimmer under the light. She wants to look like a dream, and oh, she does.

Her makeup is just enough to enhance her natural beauty, with a soft glow and perfectly lined lips. She knows you love her smile, so she makes sure it stands out.

Her veil? Dramatic—because of course, Angel loves a touch of flair. But when she lifts it to kiss you, her eyes are locked onto yours, warm and full of love.

💌 The Ceremony – The Moment Everything Stops

When the doors open and Angel steps down the aisle, the entire world pauses.

Her eyes find yours instantly, and her teasing smile fades into something softer, more vulnerable. For once, she’s not flirting, not playing—she’s just looking at you, and the sheer love in her expression is enough to take your breath away.

She walks slowly, savoring every second, every step closer to you.

When she finally reaches you, she exhales a little laugh, whispering, “You look so good, my love. I almost want to skip the vows and kiss you now.”

And oh, the vows.

Angel speaks from the heart, her voice steady, but full of emotion. “I’ve spent my whole life chasing excitement, chasing passion. But then I met you, and suddenly, all I wanted was something steady—something real. You are my greatest adventure, my softest love, my forever. And I promise to be yours, every single day, for the rest of our lives.”

When the officiant finally says, “You may kiss the bride,” Angel does not wait. She throws her arms around you, pulling you in with a bright, breathless laugh before pressing her lips to yours in a kiss so deep, so full of love, that the entire crowd erupts into cheers.

🎉 The Reception – The Life of the Party

If the ceremony was emotional, the reception is pure fun. Angel is in her element—dancing, laughing, stealing kisses from you every chance she gets.

The First Dance: She pulls you close, resting her forehead against yours as you sway to the music. “Dancing with you feels like a dream,” she murmurs, “but you’re really mine, aren’t you?”

Feeding You Cake: She feeds you a bite with a teasing smile, but if you try to be playful and smear frosting on her nose? She gasps dramatically before grabbing you by the tie (or collar) and whispering, “You’ll pay for that later.”

The Bouquet Toss: Angel throws it over her shoulder without looking—and then winks when she sees who catches it.

🌙 The End of the Night – Just You & Her

As the guests start to leave, Angel finds you again, slipping her hand into yours.

She’s softer now, the excitement of the day settling into something deeper.

“Let’s go home,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “I’ve had you in front of hundreds of people all day. Now, I want you all to myself.”

The second the door closes behind you, she’s wrapping herself around you, sighing in relief. “I still can’t believe it,” she murmurs against your lips. “I get to be yours. Forever.”

And as she pulls you down into another slow, lingering kiss, it’s clear—this isn’t just the end of your wedding day. It’s the beginning of forever with Angel, your sweet, flirty, devoted wife. 💕

How V reacts!

V treats Angel’s wedding with his usual brand of stoic dignity—or at least, he tries to.

During the Ceremony: He watches silently from the back, arms crossed, dressed in an immaculate black suit. When Angel walks down the aisle, there’s the faintest hint of a smile—just a twitch at the corner of his lips. If anyone asks, he’ll claim he’s there to "ensure the institution of marriage isn’t a front for more criminal activity." But really? He respects Angel more than he lets on—and seeing her happy means something.

When Ronin Starts Teasing: V doesn’t engage—at first. But when Ronin drops his “consummate it” line, V glances over and mutters dryly, “It’s impressive how you can make anything sound depraved. A true talent.”

At the Reception: He lingers at the edge of the crowd, sipping sparkling water like it’s a stakeout. But when Angel pulls him onto the dance floor, he surprisingly doesn’t resist. He’s stiff at first—too controlled—but softens just enough to let Angel tease him into a spin. (He draws the line at twirling.)

When Angel Tosses the Bouquet: It practically flies in his direction. He catches it with one hand—then immediately hands it off to the nearest bystander with a curt, “No.”

When Saying Goodbye: His farewell is simple, but sincere. He clasps Angel’s hand briefly and says, “You deserve to be happy. Don’t let anyone take that from you.” And if his gaze lingers on her just a second too long… well, no one calls him out on it. Not even Ronin.

How Misaki Reacts!

Misaki treats Angel’s wedding like it’s the social event of the decade—equal parts chaos and genuine affection.

During the Ceremony: She’s sitting in the front row, legs crossed, wearing a pastel pink suit that’s somehow both adorable and deadly. She whistles low when Angel walks down the aisle and mutters, “Damn, girl—if your spouse backs out, I’m right here.” She’s definitely the one who claps too early when they’re pronounced married.

When Ronin Starts Teasing: Misaki cackles. Loudly. And, of course, she piles on: “Please, you know Angel’s gonna break them in, not the other way around.” She even fake-swoons and adds, “Wish someone would ruin me like that.”

At the Reception: She’s the first on the dance floor and the last to leave it. At one point, she grabs the mic and gives an impromptu, half-drunk toast: “Angel, babe—if your spouse ever breaks your heart, I’m legally obligated to commit murder. Just saying. Congrats, though!” She cries a little at the end but blames it on the champagne.

When Angel Tosses the Bouquet: Misaki dives for it like her life depends on it—elbowing anyone in her path. When she catches it, she holds it above her head like a trophy and yells, “I’M NEXT, BITCHES!”

When Saying Goodbye: She hugs Angel so tight it’s borderline suffocating. Her voice is soft, just for a moment, when she says, “I’m proud of you, y’know? You deserve all this happiness. Don’t mess it up"—but if you do, I’m still your ride-or-die.”"

How Ronin reacts!

Ronin treats Angel’s wedding like it’s both an opportunity and a game. He’s there to cause problems—but only the fun kind.

During the Ceremony: He shows up fashionably late, of course—wearing an all-black suit that’s too sharp to be legal. He slides into a seat next to Misaki, leans over, and whispers, “Think they’d let me object just for the drama?”

When Angel walks down the aisle, he whistles low under his breath and mutters, “Lucky bastard.” But when the vows start, for once, he’s quiet—watching with an unreadable expression. Maybe, just maybe, there’s a flicker of something softer in his eyes.

When It’s Official: The moment they’re pronounced married, he claps slowly and drawls, “Congratulations—enjoy the lifetime sentence.” But his smirk isn’t as sharp as usual. If anyone’s watching closely, they might catch the way he tilts his head—like he’s memorizing the sight of Angel happy.

At the Reception: He’s everywhere—stealing drinks, and stirring up chaos. When it’s time for speeches, he takes the mic without being invited.

"Angel, babe—I was gonna prepare a heartfelt speech, but let’s be honest, I’m here for the open bar. You’ve always had terrible taste—clearly, since you tolerate me—but somehow, you found someone crazy enough to love you. Don’t mess it up. Or do. I could use the entertainment.”

Of course, he flashes a wicked grin at Angel’s spouse and adds, “Good luck keeping up, sweetheart. You’re gonna need it.”

When Angel Tosses the Bouquet: He makes a show of dodging it, dramatically stepping out of the way while saying, “Marriage? Nah. I’d be someone’s worst nightmare.” But there’s a flicker of something else in his expression—an itch he won’t admit.

When Saying Goodbye: His voice drops lower, teasing but softer when he pulls Angel in for a private goodbye. “Don’t go getting all domestic and boring on me, yeah? But... if they ever break your heart—well, you know how much I love a good reason to kill.”

And Angel walks away, he lingers just a little too long—watching, smirk slipping into something harder to read. He's happy...That his Friend has someone...

💍 Angel as a Wife – Headcanons 💋

Flirty Forever: Marriage doesn’t tone her down—if anything, it dials her charm up. Angel flirts like it’s her full-time job, whether you’ve been married for a week or a decade. Random texts like “Thinking about you in nothing but that ring. Come home soon~” are her specialty.

Spoiling You Rotten: Angel firmly believes her spouse deserves the best of everything. She buys gifts “just because,” books surprise vacations, and insists on pampering you with everything from homemade breakfasts to spontaneous spa days. If you so much as mention wanting something, it’ll probably show up by the end of the week.

Ultimate Hype-Wife: Whatever you do, Angel is your loudest cheerleader. Big career move? She’s throwing a celebration. Minor achievement? She’s bragging about you to anyone who’ll listen. She’s the type to make “I’m married to the hottest, smartest, most amazing human alive” her whole personality—and she means it.

Touchy-Feely Queen: Angel thrives on physical affection. Expect endless kisses (especially when you’re distracted), back rubs after a rough day, and snuggling close whenever you sit down. If you try to leave bed without a goodbye kiss, she’ll whine until she gets her due.

Fights? Flirt Them Away: Arguments with Angel rarely last long—mostly because she’s too stubborn to stay mad and too charming to let you stay mad. She’ll tease her way back into your good graces with a smirk, a soft apology, and probably a well-timed kiss. “You’re not really mad, are you? C’mon, baby~”

Possessive but Playful: Angel doesn’t get jealous often—she knows she’s a catch—but she’s very clear about one thing: you’re hers. If anyone flirts with you, she’s right there, wrapping an arm around your waist and flashing a smile that dares them to try harder. “Aw, sweetie, you’ve got great taste—but they’re all mine.”

Wife + Best Friend Combo: She’s your partner-in-crime for everything—shopping sprees, Netflix marathons, late-night junk food runs. Life with Angel is never boring, and she’s always game for a new adventure, as long as you’re by her side.

Pet Names Galore: She cycles through affectionate nicknames constantly—baby, sweetheart, honeybun, love of my life. If you blush at a particular one, congratulations—it’s now your permanent title.

Over-the-Top Anniversary Queen: Every milestone is an event with Angel. First kiss anniversary? Fancy dinner. Wedding anniversary? Expect an elaborate romantic getaway. She lives for grand gestures and wants you to feel cherished every single day.

Soft, Secret Vulnerability: Beneath the playful exterior, Angel takes marriage seriously. She’s terrified of losing you or not being enough, though she rarely voices these fears outright. On quiet nights, when the world slows down, she’ll hold you a little tighter and whisper, “You’ll stay with me forever, right?”

🌙 Misaki’s Rooftop Wedding – Headcanons 🌙

Setting: A city rooftop at night—skyline glowing, a chaotic mix of neon signs and moonlight. It’s so them—a little messy, a little reckless, but undeniably full of heart. V handled all the preparations with his signature precision (and judgmental sighs), while Ronin and Angel add a sprinkle of chaos just for fun.

🎵 1. Wedding Vibes: Jazz, Chaos, and Cup Noodles

Misaki refuses a traditional ceremony—too stuffy—so the wedding is an informal, wild mix of their favorite things: jazz music blasting, neon lights glowing, and a makeshift altar made from stolen milk crates (Ronin’s touch, obviously).

Angel makes a playlist with Rina Sawayama and Olivia Rodrigo bops because “Misaki deserves a banger soundtrack.”

There’s a snack table… well, more like an entire section dedicated to cup noodles. V disapproves but lets it slide—this once.

🌟 2. Their Wedding Look: Streetwear Chic Chaos

Misaki does not dress traditionally. They rock a black-and-red themed wedding outfit—sleek but chaotic. Their usual worn striped shirt is swapped for a matching black-and-red blazer with the sleeves rolled up.

The lock on their red choker? Custom-engraved with your initials.

They stick to their star hair clips—because they’re a star, duh—but Angel gifted them a tiny wolf charm to wear on their boot. (“For your werewolf agenda.”)

V, with his perfectionism, tried to get them a “sensible” wedding ring—Misaki immediately swapped it for a cheap, heart-shaped plastic ring from a vending machine.

💌 3. The Vows: Silly, Sweet, and So Very Misaki

Misaki writes their vows on the back of a convenience store receipt (fitting, considering their broke assassin lifestyle). Despite the messy delivery, their words are raw and honest: “I never thought I’d make it to something as soft as this. You’re the one thing that makes all this chaos worth it. I’m yours—mess and all.”

They get flustered halfway through and throw in a joke: “If I die first, you get all my cup noodle stash. That’s real love, babe.”

🔪 4. How Everyone Reacts

V: Stoic but proud. He spent weeks planning everything and it’s…chaotic, but seeing Misaki happy softens his usual icy demeanor. At the end, he quietly pulls you aside and says, “Keep them safe. They deserve it.”

Ronin: Cannot stop teasing. Every time Misaki gets emotional, he’s whispering something like, “Aw, soft little killer’s gone domestic. Adorable.” But he means it—his chaos aside, he tells you in private, “Take care of our disaster, yeah?”

Angel: Is the emotional one, dabbing their eyes with a tissue and cheering the loudest when you kiss. They’re also the first to demand a dance party afterward.

🎁 5. The Gifts: Because It’s Misaki

Misaki’s love language is gift-giving—so, naturally, they hand you a handmade, weirdly adorable scrapbook of your relationship so far. Complete with doodles of them as a werewolf protecting you.

Your gift to them? A custom-made lock to replace the one on their choker—it opens with your fingerprint only. They’re OBSESSED.

💫 6. Post-Wedding Chaos

After the ceremony, Misaki pulls you into a rooftop dance—barefoot, giggling, spinning to a jazz remix of their favorite songs.

You both steal leftover cup noodles from the snack table and eat them sitting on the rooftop edge, feet dangling over the city. Misaki leans against you, sighing softly: “If aliens are real, they’d be jealous of this.”

Ronin insists on a “honeymoon prank spree,” while V pretends not to know any of you. Angel suggests a beach trip instead—Misaki loves the idea (mainly because they want to see you in a swimsuit).

Despite the chaos, the night ends with you tangled together under the city lights—Misaki’s head on your shoulder, murmuring: “I’m still a mess, but I’m your mess now.”

How Each would react!

🖤 V – The Reluctant Wedding Planner

Let’s be real—V did not want to organize this chaos, but Misaki (and you) asked, so he did it perfectly.

He handled the venue, the food (even if it was cup noodles), and made sure everything ran smoothly. Efficiency first.

While everyone’s goofing off, he’s quietly watching from the corner, arms crossed. If anyone dares to mess up the ceremony? They answer to him.

Emotional Reaction:

He won’t admit it, but he cares—a lot. Seeing Misaki genuinely happy softens his usual cold exterior. When you exchange vows, you catch the faintest twitch of a smile.

After the ceremony, he pulls you aside and says in his quiet, serious tone: “They’re fragile, even if they pretend otherwise. Don’t hurt them.”

Wedding Gift:

V gifts you both, What...He could. He makes sure, It's well-taken.

🔥 Ronin

Ronin shows up in the most absurd outfit—a sleek black suit, but the tie is covered in tiny cartoon wolves because "Misaki’s whole werewolf thing is iconic, babe."

He spends the whole night teasing both of you, leaning into Misaki’s ear during the vows to whisper: “Awww, soft assassin finally tied down. You’re practically domesticated now.”

Emotional Reaction:

Beneath the teasing, Ronin’s more sentimental than he lets on. He watches Misaki beam during the first dance and mutters to himself, “They deserve something good. Guess that’s you.”

He’s the first to make a dramatic toast, grinning like a devil: “If you break their heart, sweetheart, I’ll break your kneecaps. Fair trade, yeah?”

Wedding Gift:

A personalized lock-and-key set: the lock is heart-shaped and engraved with “Property of Y/N”—he hands it over with a wink.

Also sneaks an untraceable burner phone into Misaki’s gift bag because “You two will get up to crimes eventually. Might as well be prepared.”

💋 Angel

Angel is the emotional one—they’ve been waiting for this moment forever. When you both say “I do,” they’re openly crying while clutching a bedazzled tissue.

They personally decorate the rooftop with fairy lights and glowing stars (“Because Misaki’s a star, duh.”) and insist on a first dance under the neon lights.

Emotional Reaction:

Angel pulls you both into a tight hug right after the ceremony, voice thick with emotion: “You two are so freaking cute. If you mess this up, I’m divorcing both of you emotionally.”

They’re the first to drag you and Misaki to the dance floor, twirling you around while shouting, “Married life means more jazz, babe!”

Wedding Gift:

A scrapbook of all your chaotic group memories—half of it is glitter-covered, and there are way too many doodles of Misaki as a werewolf.

They also gift you a matching bracelet set, one that says “Killer Couple” because Angel is nothing if not dramatic.

💌 After Marriage Headcanons with Misaki 💌

Your life together is a mix of cozy chaos. Mornings are spent tangled in bed sheets because Misaki is not a morning person—good luck trying to pry them away from you.

Misaki insists on keeping your home aesthetic but comfy. Expect string lights, random trinkets from missions, and a million throw pillows because they like to “nest.”

They absolutely steal your clothes—hoodies, shirts, even socks. If it smells like you? It’s theirs now. Don’t fight it.

Home Setup:

Your place is a weird hybrid of a sleek assassin hideout and a cozy city apartment. Their bunker days are over, and you make sure they have a soft place to land after jobs.

Cup noodles still dominate the pantry, but they try to cook for you sometimes. It's… chaotic, but their enthusiasm is cute.

“I made dinner!” “This is three different flavors of instant ramen, babe.” “You love it.”

💖 Affection Overload

Misaki is clingy—but in a cute, touch-starved way. They’re always finding excuses to touch you, whether it’s holding hands, leaning on you, or cuddling in the middle of the day.

Surprise forehead kisses are their favorite weapon. They’ll catch you off guard, pressing a kiss to your temple while grinning, “Love ya, babe.”

When they’re anxious, they’ll find you and bury their face in your neck. Your touch calms them down faster than anything else.

Pet Names Galore:

You get a rotation of chaotic and sweet nicknames—"babe," "cutie," and their personal favorite, “My favorite human.”

If you call them a pet name? Instant blush. They act cool, but the minute you say something like “baby”—they melt.

🎁 Love Language: Gift-Giving

Misaki constantly brings you random gifts—they’re bad at expressing feelings with words, but their love shows in thoughtful gestures.

You get:

Tiny trinkets from their missions (“Look! I stole this cool keychain just for you!”).

Silly notes left around the house (“Don’t forget to eat, nerd.”).

Handmade playlists labeled things like “For when you miss me” or “Hot Assassin Vibes Only.”

🔫 Balancing Assassin Life & Marriage

They’re still taking contracts, but they work less after marrying you. You become their anchor—a reason to come home in one piece.

Whenever they’re out on a job, they text you constantly:

“Still alive. Miss ur face.”

“Bet you’re wearing my hoodie rn.”

“If I die, clear my search history. Love u 💀.”

You’re their emotional support after missions. When the weight of their work gets heavy, you’re the one they fall apart with—and you never judge them for it.

🎶 Random Marriage Shenanigans

Dance Breaks: Random jazz-fueled dance parties in your living room. Misaki will literally grab your hand mid-task and spin you around while singing off-key.

Aliens Exist, Fight Me: They are obsessed with alien documentaries and will drag you into deep conversations at 2 AM.

“Babe, what if we’re just, like, an alien reality show?”

“Misaki. Go to sleep.”

Pet Parenting: One day, they adopt a stray cat and name it “Murderbean.” Misaki spoils it rotten. Murderbean likes you best, and they’re jealous.

🌟 Soft Vulnerability

Marriage makes them softer—with you, at least. You’re the only person they feel safe enough to let their guard down around.

On bad days, they curl up beside you, murmuring, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” They mean it.

They still struggle with anxiety, but knowing they have you makes it easier. When they get overwhelmed, you hold them until their breathing steadies.

💍 Forever Vibes

They talk about the future like it’s inevitable—with you, it is. Misaki jokes about retiring and opening a record shop with you one day.

“As long as I’ve got you, babe, I’m good.”

If you’re ever away for too long, they’ll dramatically drape themselves across the bed and text you, “Come home. I’m dying. No one else makes cup noodles like you do.”

V

🖤 V’s Proposal

V’s proposal isn’t grand or flashy—it’s intimate, deliberate, and entirely him. For a man who sees himself as a protector of justice, promising forever to you is a vow he takes more seriously than anything else.

📖 The Moment It Happens:

It starts with small changes—V’s usual hyper-focus on his work begins to shift. You notice how often he lingers at home, how his fingers brush against yours more often, and how his rare humor comes easier when you’re near.

One night, after a long evening, he finds you sitting on the balcony watching the stars. He doesn’t speak immediately—he just stands there, as if memorizing how you look under the moonlight.

Without his usual tactical armor, he seems softer—like the edges of his sharp moral code dull when he’s with you.

He kneels, smooth and controlled, and extends a small, hand-carved wooden box. You can tell he made it himself—polished oak, edges crisp and precise. No waste. Nothing careless.

Inside is a delicate ring—a silver band shaped like intertwining vines, with a small gemstone nestled between two silver birds in flight.

His voice—steady, low—breaks the silence:

"A lifetime isn't enough to repay what you’ve given me. But if you'll have me, I'll spend every day trying."

💍 How He Handles Your Response:

The moment you say "yes," V’s composure wavers—just a little. His breath hitches; his fingers tremble as he slides the ring onto your hand.

He doesn’t waste words—but the look he gives you is fierce, unyielding. The kind of gaze that says you’re not just his partner—you’re his reason.

When he pulls you into his arms, there’s a gentleness in his touch that no one else ever gets to see. And he lingers—always lingers—because holding you feels more like home than any place he’s ever known.

🕊️ Your Wedding Day – A Sanctuary of Wings 🕊️

V isn’t a man who does things halfway—your wedding is no exception. Every detail reflects his principles: kindness, minimal harm, and a world where every life matters.

1. The Venue – A Bird Sanctuary Paradise

The ceremony is held at a sprawling wildlife reserve—a bird sanctuary he’s been quietly funding for years

The setting is breathtaking: a secluded meadow surrounded by towering trees, soft petals scattered underfoot, and the air filled with birdsong.

Aviaries open during the ceremony, allowing rescued birds—doves, swallows, and finches—to fly freely above the altar.

2. V’s Wedding Attire – Sleek, Minimalist Elegance

He’s all sharp angles in a custom black suit—tailored to perfection. No gaudy embellishments—just clean, elegant lines.

Around his lapel, a silver pin shaped like a raven’s wing—your private symbol.

But when you approach? His expression softens, his usual cold restraint cracking beneath the warmth he saves for you.

3. The Ceremony – V’s Vows

V’s vows are short—but every word is deliberate, and his voice holds no hesitation.

"I’ve walked through a world of violence, always alone. Until you."

"Your kindness—the way you see the world—changed something in me. You remind me why I fight. Why life matters."

"I vow to protect you. To stand beside you. And if you’ll let me—I’ll make every moment worth it."

When he slips the ring onto your finger—a matching silver band etched with the wings of a dove—you see the faintest tremor in his hand.

Because for all his composure, this moment matters to him more than any mission he’s ever taken on.

4. Animal-Friendly

No leather, no silk—every material is cruelty-free. =

Instead of traditional confetti, guests toss biodegradable wildflower seeds—so the meadow will bloom with color long after the wedding is over.

Rescue animals from the sanctuary are honored guests—V even arranges a surprise for you: an owl you once admired during a visit flies in during the ceremony with a silk ribbon carrying your rings.

5. How V Reacts Seeing You Walk Down the Aisle

The moment you step into view, V—who’s always so composed—freezes. For once, his calculating mind is quiet.

His lips part slightly, breath catching. And when your eyes meet? The rest of the world ceases to exist.

He doesn’t realize he’s clenched his fists until his knuckles turn white—like holding himself back from rushing to you.

And the closer you come, the softer his expression grows—by the time you reach him, his hands are already outstretched, steadying you as if you’re the most fragile, precious thing he’s ever known.

6. The Reception – A Quiet Celebration

V doesn’t like big crowds, so your reception is an intimate gathering. Close friends, the sanctuary staff, and (of course) the Killer Chat gang.

He ensures all donations from the guests go directly to the bird sanctuary—your wedding doesn’t just celebrate your love; it leaves a lasting legacy of kindness.

When you dance together for the first time, V is surprisingly graceful. But his focus isn’t on perfect steps—it’s on you. Every touch, every glance is full of quiet adoration.

7. After the Ceremony – A Private Moment Just for You

When the guests drift away, V leads you back to the aviary—where a newly rehabilitated falcon spreads its wings, ready to take flight.

You release the bird together, watching as it soars free. His fingers lace with yours, voice low:

"Freedom matters. But so does choosing where you want to be."

And as the bird disappears into the sky, he turns to you—lips brushing against your temple—and murmurs the words he never thought he’d have reason to say:

"I choose you."

Reaction!

Ronin

“Awww, our little edgelord grew a heart.” The moment Ronin hears about the wedding, he’s insufferable. Absolutely unbearable. He shows up just to stir the pot—grinning like the devil, all sharp teeth and bad intentions. From the second he lays eyes on V in his formal wear, he’s got jokes. “Didn’t think you’d live long enough to settle down, bro. What’s next? A white picket fence? Little masked brats?”

Flirting with You—Just to Poke the Bear: Ronin doesn’t miss a single opportunity to tease. The second he catches you alone, he’s all smooth lines and mock flirtation, just loud enough for V to hear. “You sure you wanna lock yourself down, sweetheart? I mean, icy’s fine and all—but I come with fireworks.” He always flashes a wink right before V steps in—because what’s life without a little danger?

Messing with V’s Image: He makes it his mission to chip at V’s ever-serious persona. At the reception, he leans in to whisper (way too loud), “Can you believe it? V—Mr. Justice himself—married. I thought the only thing he’d ever commit to was brooding in alleys.” He’s fully prepared to dodge a punch if necessary.

To You—Half Serious, Half Joke: When things settle down, Ronin pulls you aside. For once, his voice softens—just a little. “Look, V’s a pain in the ass, but he’s not all bad. And trust me—he’ll go down swinging for you.” Then, with a wicked grin, he adds, “Still… if he gets too boring, you’ve got my number.”

Brotherly Concern—In His Own Way: Beneath the teasing, there’s a glimmer of something real. As you’re about to leave, he catches you both one last time. His usual smirk fades—just a bit—and he says quietly, “Take care of him, yeah? He acts like he doesn’t need it, but…” He trails off, then adds with a grin, “If he ever gets too serious, I’ll come mess him up for free.”

Post-Wedding Shenanigans: Ronin does not let V live it down. Anytime he’s in the chat, he’s dropping lines like:

“Hey, husband-of-the-year, how’s married life?”

“Y’know, I always knew you had a soft spot. But this? This is adorable.”

“If you two have a fight, just send them my way—I give killer marriage advice.”

But Deep Down… He won’t admit it, but seeing V happy? It kinda warms the shriveled thing he calls a heart. Not that he’d ever say it. But if anyone dared threaten your happiness, they’d have two monsters to deal with—because as much as he loves to mess with V, no one else gets to touch his “bro.”

✨ Misaki and Angel Reacting to V and You Getting Married ✨

🗡️ Misaki’s Reaction (The Agent of Chaos)

“Wait—you mean, V? That V? Mr. No-Fun?” When they first hear the news, Misaki is in utter disbelief. They dramatically gasp, clutching their chest like it’s the most shocking thing they’ve ever heard. “I thought V was married to his moral code! You’re telling me he found someone who willingly deals with that?”

Relentless Teasing—With Love: They spend the entire wedding day bouncing between genuine support and pure mischief. During the ceremony, they lean over to you and whisper, “Blink twice if you need rescuing. I know a guy.” Then, to V: “Wow, you actually smile. Who knew you had human emotions?”

The Chaos Gift: Misaki’s wedding gift? Pure trouble. It’s either:

A matching set of “Justice” and “Chaos” mugs.

A framed photo of V looking broody with a glittery heart drawn around it.

A lock-picking set labeled “For when V’s rules get too much.”

Low-Key Soft About It: Beneath all the teasing, they’re actually kind of touched. At the reception, when you’re not looking, they tell V, “You better treat them right, or I’ll break every bone in your body—lovingly, of course.” And to you? “If you need a break from the broody husband life, call me. I’m way more fun.”

💋 Angel’s Reaction (The Sweetheart Femme Fatale)

“Aww, my cold little knight found love? Be still my heart.” Angel is delighted. She always suspected there was a soft center under V’s icy exterior, but seeing him actually marry someone? She’s practically glowing with joy for both of you.

Supportive with a Side of Flirt: During the wedding prep, she offers to help with anything you need—while slipping in teasing comments. To you: “If he ever gets too broody, I’m just a call away. I’m excellent at… distracting.” And to V: “Be nice to them, darling. You may scare everyone else, but I’ve got claws too.”

Her Wedding Gift—Elegance Meets Mischief: Angel’s gift is both thoughtful and playful—something like:

A luxurious couple’s spa day voucher (because she knows V needs to unwind).

A sleek dagger set engraved with “For better or worse.”

An elegant framed photo of you two with a handwritten note: “True love is rare—don’t mess it up, darling.”

Protective Big Sister Vibes: She may flirt and tease, but her protective side comes out in quiet moments. She pulls you aside to say softly, “You make him happy. I see it. But if he forgets how lucky he is? You know where to find me.”

After the Wedding – Life with V as Your Husband

V doesn’t just see marriage as a title—it’s a vow, a binding promise he takes as seriously as his work. Being his spouse means you’ve broken through walls no one else ever has, and now? He’s yours—entirely, irrevocably.

1. The Home You Share – A Haven of Quiet Comfort

V custom-builds a home on the edge of a nature reserve—secluded, quiet, and surrounded by wildlife. Large windows let you watch birds and animals roam freely, while the interiors are sleek but warm.

The house is eco-friendly—everything sourced ethically, with minimal environmental impact. Solar panels, rainwater collection, the whole thing—V doesn’t do anything halfway.

Despite his cold image, your shared bedroom is a place of warmth. Soft lighting, heavy blankets for nesting together, and an ever-present sense that this is where he feels safest—by your side.

2. The Way V Loves – Fierce, Silent, and Unyielding

V isn’t traditionally affectionate, but when it’s just the two of you? He melts.

His touches are feather-light—fingertips brushing your hair back, a hand resting protectively on your lower back, or a thumb tracing over your wedding band when he thinks you aren’t watching.

You become his anchor. After every night patrol, no matter how tired, he always comes home to you—sometimes slipping into bed without a word, but his arms wrap around you tight, like he’s making sure you’re still there.

He notices everything. If you’re cold? He’s draping his coat over your shoulders. Tired? He’s already running you a hot bath. Sad? He doesn’t offer empty words—he offers presence, grounding you with quiet care.

3. V’s Domestic Quirks – Things You Discover After Marriage

Early Mornings Together: V’s a painfully early riser—he likes to meditate or train before dawn. But on rare days off? He stays in bed longer just to hold you.

His Tea Ritual: He has an entire shelf dedicated to obscure herbal teas. No matter what mood you’re in, he has a blend for it—especially if it soothes you.

Silent Acts of Love: Flowers aren’t his thing—but he fixes broken things without being asked. Keeps your favorite snacks stocked. Learns every little habit you have and quietly accommodates them.

4. Protective to a Fault – But He Trusts Your Strength

He never stops being your protector—but he never underestimates you. If you want to be involved in his work or his world, he doesn’t hold you back.

Still, if anyone dares to threaten you? He’s not forgiving. There are no warnings—only consequences.

He checks in, always. If you’re out late, you’ll find a simple message on your phone: “Are you safe?”

5. Intimacy – The Soft Side No One Else Sees

V isn’t loud about his affection, but behind closed doors? He’s endlessly gentle.

He craves your touch more than he admits. A hand tangled in his hair while he works? Instantly soothes him.

If you kiss him before he leaves on patrol, he lingers longer than he should—like he doesn’t want to pull away.

After difficult nights, he doesn’t ask for comfort outright—but the way he clings to you in his sleep says everything.

6. Jealous? Not Exactly—But…

V isn’t the type to get jealous easily—he knows your heart belongs to him.

That said, if someone flirts with you? He won’t say anything—but his presence shifts. Colder. Sharper. And the offender usually backs off without him needing to lift a finger.

Ronin loves teasing him about this—“Careful, Angel. If you break his heart, who’ll keep the streets clean?”—and V’s usual stoicism cracks just a little when you smile at him in response.

7. Building a Future – With You, There’s Always Hope

Despite his heavy worldview, being with you brings light into his life. He wants a future with you—and he allows himself to dream of one.

He secretly wonders if you’d want to foster rescue animals—or maybe even kids someday. He’d never push, but if you bring it up? He’s already imagining filling your home with life.

Whatever path you choose, V’s vow remains the same: “I’m yours. For as long as you’ll have me.”

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LIPSTICK

warnings/notes: thots on lipstick marks, kisses. 💋 sfw. short af. multifandom. kinda valentines but late. keeping the (male, he/him) character ambiguous for multi-fandom purposes. feel free to rb and add your faves and fave fandoms in the tags 💞

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The first time he buys you lipstick in a color that suits you, a color that makes him think of you, you ask him if you could test it out. ‘Of course,’ he says, zero hesitation. Right then and there you apply it.

Next thing, his face gets blessed with your lipstick clad lips. First kiss makes his brain short circuit. Second, third, fourth, he's wired.  Fifth and beyond, he's absolutely fried. You could almost swear you could see steam rising in a heart shaped halo above his head.

You need to call this man's name several times to pull him back to reality. He's so cute. So handsome.

It becomes a yearly habit, then. In every color that makes him think of you. He loves your kisses, loves seeing those lovely lipstick marks all over him in his reflection. Your lipstick marks.

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THE MATRIARCH

warnings/notes: saw a post in aizawa's tags i agree with. so without further ado; it gets SPICY at the end w dirty talk, making out, lovebites/hickeys, and its implied reader lactates. nothing explicitly NSFW ya'll get interrupted before it gets too heavy. afab reader she/her, protective MILF reader who has 'a gaggle'(to keep the amount vague + Shinsou being the eldest) of kids hanging on her, shameless & fliratious reader, reader is implied to be a she-minotuar, reader has horns she's proud of and her quirk is basically herculean strength(she can bench press her kids, no sweat) and is called as such. vaguely implied reader is also an underground hero, is at least a head taller than Endeavor(for reference!), reader hooking horns heh w Endeavor bc Shoto doesn't wanna see him, implied (one of)reader's ex(es) is in prison for beating up kids. thats it :3

"Get out of my way, woman-bovine." Endeavor growls up at you, turquoise hues ablaze. "Beat it, Endeavor. Respect the boys space." you huff down at him angrily, engaged in a battle of intimidation with the Pro; neither of you willing to stand down. "I know many trans men with bigger balls than you." you belittle him, "And every single one are not only dutiful husbands, but dutiful fathers." you jab. He snarls. "I've no damn in the world what you think you know." he strikes back, "Don't you have better things to do, such as be a mother? Perhaps a good wife? Go home. Make your husband dinner." his words making your blood boil.

"Oh, I'd almost forgotten. He's in Tartarus." venom drips in his words. "Yeah, I personally put that bastard there because he was a child-beater, like you." you moo with greater poison. That pisses him off a right way. His quirk flares, fire inches away from your skin, yet you hold your ground for the boy, your maternal instinct raging as you tilt your head; a silent threat to beat your horns into him, your livid gaze never leaving his.

Ever since you reached adulthood, you carried that instinct, having unofficially adopted hundreds, through your years. And to the offspring of many of them, you had become a godmother of sorts. And while your maternal instinct was strong, so too was the desire for your own children, which you have a whole gaggle of now, the majority of whom were being given a grand tour of the school you were currently visiting.

"Now beat it. Before you do something you will end up regretting, hero." you mercilessly lash at his obsession. You and him both know just how well you played the law. If he gave into his temper and gave you a reason to strip him of his career and shove him in prison, no matter how small, you would not hesitate to.

He glares daggers at you, growling under his breath. You glare back fearlessly, unblinking. Eventually, he snarls in distaste, turning on his heel and strutting away.

You squint at his back in disgust as he rounds the corner. With him gone, you're off to the training grounds, the Todoroki junior trailing behind you. As someone who worked underground, you were invited to U.A High School to impart your knowledge to the up and coming first-years, spending a day with each class.

The first one up for bid? The infamous 1-A. You read up on them ahead of time.

"The Matriarch. Quirk, herculean strength. She's taking time out of her busy schedule to teach you lot some lessons." Aizawa drones.

"Whoa, you're huge!" one of them, Kaminari, exclaims in what you recognized as awe, though he was hounded by his fellow classmates for his choice of words. "You look so cool, miss!" Kirishima exclaimed.

The class's boisterous praise had you guffawing proudly. When you said you could carry three of them on each horn and four on each arm, they were hasty in playfully goading you to prove it.

Suffice to say, they had a swell time using you as a jungle gym, only to be flung in a playful rough housing manner to the safety mats. They each had their turn sparring with you, and you pointed out their weak points and gave advice on how to better deal with villains who had a strength-based quirk.

You expertly wore the teens down, who were settled on the mats, conversing with eachother while you gave Aizawa a rundown on what might be improved and where for each of his students.

"Miss Matriarch!" one of them calls, "What would you do in a fight against our teacher?!" the rest enthusiastically uproaring in unison, begging you to have a bout with him. Poor man sighs in exhaustion;

"Now, class, she's only here to--"

You don't miss a beat, seeing the chance to tease him for his staring earlier.

"Sure thing, no problem!" you exclaim over him, flexing your jacked arm with your signature grin. "How about it, Eraser?" you ask, bending to the taciturn man's level with a hand on your hip, giving him an eye full of your bountiful cleavage.

His eyes twitch up from what you shamelessly showed him to your gaze flatly, and a telltale twitch of his jaw; a barely-there reaction, one you do not fail to pick up on. He had a pretty good poker face, but not good enough to trick your observational skills.

"Who says an old dog can't be taught new tricks? Bull, if you ask me." you grin widely. Your words are followed by his students pleading for at least one round.

You recognize the look he gave the enthusiastic teens as you stand straight, as well as any other parent worth their salt; the look of a father not quite able to say no to his kids.

He sighs, then; a sound you recognize as affectionate, yet it may come off as annoyed to oblivious kids. "Fine. One round. One." he says, leaving no room for argument, the teenagers erupting in cheer.

You expected him to be agile considering his line of work, but oh boy, was he flexible both physically and mentally. You knew what his quirk was, and that you wouldn't amount to much with it active against you, your quirk disabled and your strength aptitude reduced by 70%.

Considering your physical routine, that'd be one kid on each horn and two on each arm, the latter depending on their overall weight. Thus, you were confident you could brute force your way through his capture weapon, depending on the moment of and how he'd get you, only if you can react quick enough.

He took each distraction you threw his way in stride, using your physical momentum against you. He didn't let you get within five feet near him more than once.

The first time you diverted his capture attempt. The second time you tried engaging in close combat, he'd sent a kick on your lower back, noting your tendency to keep your legs firm, throwing your gait off.

And just like that, in the moment of your stumble, he went for the opening; binding one of your horns and strongarming you down onto one knee, his capture weapon restraining your arms and whole torso firmly, the jerking pressure causing your ample chest to gush; something that you were prone to, your custom undersuit acting as a thirsty sponge for accidents like this, preventing it from seeping into your outerwear and causing a scene.

Damn, that was hot. You did appreciate a little manhandling, sometimes.

The teens erupt in cheer, and you laugh as the binds loosen. "Good fight, Eraserhead! Color me impressed." you praise, standing, as eager students quickly surround you. They ask questions, seek advice, and you answer to the best of your ability.

You feel his eyes on you again, and it's not long before the bell rings. "Go on now, time for lunch." you shoo the hungry teenagers towards the way of the cafeteria, met with a boisterous variety of happy to meet you's, thanks, and farewells as they rush off.

You wave until the last of them exit the gym. "Hey, Eraser." you call impishly, looking over your shoulder. "How about we steal away time to ourselves, hm?" you offer flirtatiously, sauntering up to him. "Shameless." he huffs, amused.

You giggle, bending to his height, checking him out. "Says the man who's been ogling me all day. What, thinkin' about putting your babies in me?" you whisper in his ear, feeling him up. He chuckles; it's a deep, hot, breathless sound.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he teases you back, tugging your collar. "Oh, I'd love to, handsome." you reply coyly. Anything between that and relocating to a more discreet area nearby is a haze, nothing on your mind except him.

Him, propped on one of your thick thighs, his back and your knee pressed firmly against the wall to make up for the massive difference in height, all but shoving your long, smooth tongue down his throat. Cheeky bastard was asking for it, holding onto your horns in an attempt to keep his hands to himself.

Your hands held onto his thigh and hip. You pull away, leaving him panting. "So pretty." he moans, deep and sexy, gasping when you dive for his neck, "Fuck, 'm sensitive there--" pushing your thumb into his mouth.

You suckle, lick, nip; leaving hickeys behind. A few in, you hear the distant footsteps of your eldest approaching, as he tugs your shirt with urgency. "Wait, someone's-" "Yeah." you grin, giving him a quick peck before easing him back down onto his feet.

He exhales, turning his back to the door to take a moment to regain composure. One of your younger children barges right in, followed by the rest of them. "Mama, tour's over! U.A is sooo biig!" they exclaim in awe. "Is it, now?" you grin widely.

Your eldest comes in last, an absolute carbon copy of his late father, his face glued to the phone, your youngest propped on his hip. He glances up over the rest of the gaggle he's tasked with helping take care of and watch over, to you, then to your next conquest.

"Mom." he lowers his phone, incredulous. "Again? And with him?" he starts off in disbelief. "Whatever do you mean, Shin?" you brush it off, messing his hair with your palm, to which the teenager, like teenagers do, curls his lip and weakly swats you away. "You're my son. You'll understand when you're older." you tell him confidently.

As the youngers start to complain about being hungry, you glance over your shoulder to Aizawa. "My number's already on file. Call me." you tell him. "Mom." your eldest starts to protest, the youngers debating what they wanted to eat. "Poor baby." you coo at him, ushering the gaggle out. "It's you who wanted, and I quote," "MOM--" "One. Hundred. Siblings!" you exclaim dramatically and he groans in annoyance as you bring up that memory-something that, much to his embarrassment, you'll never stop teasing him with.

But you had a motherly inkling Shinsou is similar to how you were in your youth, instincts still in development-the desire leaning on siblings instead of babies. Or, in Shinsou’s case, what would be your grandbabies. Though it was far too soon for that.

Speaking of babies, you idly wondered how Shota's would come out.

Oh, were you fully looking forward to his call.

[candybowbeansies]

Butterflies

warnings/notes: in which Tamaki is the biological father of one scheming littol daughter 🥺 she's on the quiet side like her dad, but she is a genius little mastermind, and he never knows what she's planning behind that sweet smile of hers lmfao told mostly in reader's POV! sfw, gets somewhat suggestive at the end.

All purple like this contains some added tidbits the reader is rather oblivious to/cuteness for the giggles! 

Otherwise, it's for flavor.

P/N means parent name aka Mom, Dad, Parent, etc. to keep it gn and i've decided to write this in a different pattern than usual! I'm taking inspiration from a game from a certain childcare webtoon I am in love with.

ages ago i talked bout DILFs and their daughters trying to hook their dads up with babysitter reader w one of my lovely moots n this came to be 🙏 may or may not write this premise for other guys(definitely Dadzawa n Toshi 🥺👉👈)

Chouka Amajiki.

She was a sweet little angel. A lover of butterflies, just like her father, and avid collector of floral patterns, most of her wardrobe containing flowers she knew the meanings and scientific names of, courtesy of her father.

The flowery butterfly princess, as she so called herself, much similar to her namesake, was on the quiet side like her father. You know the saying, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree? This applies to Mr. Amajiki, being the tree, and Chouka, his daughter, being the apple.

They were very similar in a lot of ways, yet while Chouka was on the introverted side, she was highly adventurous and quite charismatic for her age.

And you? You had the honor of being her full-time babysitter, because the moment her full attention landed on you...suffice to say, she clung and would not let go. Poor Mr. Amajiki had a time of it until a happy medium for all three parties was reached, followed by profuse apologies from him.

The reason why she latched onto you at the hip? You didn't know this, but she saw you interacting with her father, who reacted rather suspiciously like the princes do in fairytales around you. So her little mind connected the dots, and after some sneaky probing, she found out her dad has a crush on you, and the feeling was mutual from what she saw of you. From that moment on, she made it her goal to get you two together, no matter the cost! Daddy did like to spoil his little girl, after all. And she'd be so happy to have a P/N.

You were more than happy to take care of her while he was out on his job, having already been unofficially put in charge of gaggles of kids that belonged to his sidekicks and staff members at his main building.

You were happy to play games with her and let her apply makeup to your face-which she was quite good at, much to your surprise. This went on for a good few months, and she had quite the inventive little imagination.

One day, she wanted to play a new game she had made up, with rules and all, just before bedtime. 

"Dad's the octopus," she says, handing him the container full of cards depicting a cartoony mollusc. "Y/N's the butterfly, and I'm the flower!" she hands you your container, proudly holding up hers. 

"Daaad, I said, no peeking." she complains to her father, who's curiosity won over. He chuckles sheepishly, reclosing the container. "Won't peek again, I promise." he smiles to her. In turn, she puffs out her cheeks cutely, squinting at him suspiciously. "The rules are..." she draws out, before turning to you, opening her canister. All of them were facing down, to add an element of surprise.

"We each gotta take turns, being the chooser! Like this, Y/N, pick a card from mine! Only one, only one!" she holds out her canister with childlike glee. You take your pick, pulling out the top card which shows a glittery heart sticker on the cartoony flower's forehead. "Lemme see!" she makes grabby hands, 'oooo'ing when she sees it.

"And then, the chooser turns into the smoocher." she points to her forehead, pointedly ignoring her dad's soft noise of apprehension.

You, ignorant to her scheme, thought her game was cute. Even more so when she pouted, offering to 'give smooches' in his and yours stead when her father expressed his hesitation to go along. Eventually, though, she managed to talk you into going along with it, because it's just an innocent game, after all, right? Except it wasn't, and her father immediately pieced together her shenanigans when he pulled the last card from your container, having already long since promised and swore up and down that he'd at least give the final smooch, all on his honor.

"Princess, I--" he all but chokes, feeling lightheaded as his whole face lights up like a Christmas light, down his shoulders and up his pointed ears. 

"No!" she immediately puts her foot down, "You promised!" tears starting to well up in her eyes signaling an incoming tantrum only a child her age could have.

And your first response was to pacify her-if she got too worked up tonight, she'd never go to bed. There'd be hours of crying and screaming, and poor Mr. Amajiki didn't need to suffer that if it was avoidable.

"What is it?" you began, reaching out for the card. It couldn't be that bad, right?

He hesitantly hands you the card, and you flip it over. A kiss on the corner of the lips.

It wasn't too far-fetched, considering she'd been easing you and her dad into goodbye and good night kisses-mostly with her. She had to get you comfortable with it, unbeknownst to you, but her father proved to be a tough cookie, much to her chagrin.

"Oh..." you sound, cheeks heating up. Your heart patters, and you try not to get your hopes up, instead trying to focus on averting the incoming crisis of Chouka's meltdown.

"It's not...too bad. If...it's not too uncomfortable," you struggle to find words, "Maybe...think of it as a good-night kiss...?" you offer, unable to keep disappointment from seeping into your tone slightly, feeling utterly lame, trying to keep your eyes focused anywhere except for on him.

It's so his daughter doesn't have a conniption fit, you tell yourself a few times.

"Yeah!" Chouka cheers.

Definitely not because you'd like to be kissed by him, you tell yourself. To make his daughter happy, so she doesn't throw--

Your thoughts turn into a trainwreck, when you see him lean in from your peripheral, and they come to a screeching halt when you turn your head just enough in surprise that his lips full-on meet yours.

You hear Chouka clapping and giggling as you hurry to once more avert your gaze from him, barely managing to even register what she says as she bolts off; "Yay! Okay, goodnight Daddy, goodnight Y/N! I'll tuck myself in tonight!"

The few moments that pass seem like an eternity. You had to apologize, you turned your head on accident, you reason. You gape like a freaking goldfish, "S-sorry, Mr. Amajiki, I--" you lose any courage as quickly as you got it when you look up at him.

"Tamaki."

When did he get so close?

"Tamaki..." his name softly escapes you. He smiles, tilting his head, and he leans in, placing a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away. His slightly flushed features, his mesmerizing deep indigos, his closeness, his scent. It was all quickly becoming too much.

"T'ma..." you hum softly. His handsome deep chuckle is music to your ears, the pointed tips of his own twitching receptively. "Yes, butterfly?" he asks.

It’s in that moment you knew he knew about your little crush on him.Before you could even ask, utterly mortified, he's your boss for fuck's sake, you hear him chuckle again. "Well..." he huffs softly, "Couldn't exactly be anymore obvious." he points out.

Now it's your turn to light up like a Christmas light. Next thing, you’re trying to cover your face with your hands, wondering just how long he knew. But his hands loosely curl around yours, coaxingly. “C’mon, lemme see…?” he asks gently, and you let him. “Oh, butterfly…” he sighs, his deep voice husky, sexy, and undeniably lovestruck. “You’re making it harder to look away, tonight…” he whispers, leaning in to gently press his forehead against yours.

“Do you wanna…?” he trails off suggestively. “Yeah…” a soft affirmation escapes you. His features contort into a handsome smile as he tilts his head to place another kiss of your lips. “Good.” you hear him say.

You won’t get any sleep tonight.

[candybowbeansies]

hi!!! i really love your work 💙💙

could i request shigiraki headcannons? on anything really :))

heyy tysm for your req anon!

started really racking my head for shiggy thoughts bc this was so vague lmao. this is a bit of crack tbh sorry, enjoy anyway!!

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[candybowbeansies]

The King's Hand

warnings/notes: sfw(Fades to black, poor guards LOL), medieval!au, SHAMELESS ex-mercenary!gn reader, quirks are magic powers, reader is stronk and has perpetual baby fever and is NOT shy ab it, King!DabixMonarch!reader, one of ya'll is pumping out kids(so many that even Dabi is overwhelmed 😂 but the amount of kids is kept ambiguous for reader's imagination), and there is one line that hints at a tidbit of reader's backstory(which is basically in the title) but it isn't further explained beyond that for reader's imagination. P/N means parent name aka Mom, Dad, Parent, etc.

im bustin out short fics tonight huzzah 💅

Being a monarch had its perks, including supporting the gaggle of kids talking over eachother in your study. Having more wouldn't hurt; maybe you could finally convince your husband tonight.

You weren't as much of a paper pusher as he was, often opting to oversee things in person. He inherited his mother's frailty, and his father's firepower-both did not mix well, often causing his own magics to harm him. But still, you loved him to bits, and your robustness proved useful in those times where needed.

"P/N!!" one of them hollers over the others in upset, calling you as you began to reminisce, snapping you out of it before you could reach even the first memory.

"They're going on about how you and Dad met! I say to ask you but they wanna keep making it all up!"

"Nuh-uh!" a rebellious chorus sounded behind the first. You guffaw and they fall silent, expectant of your answer. Just like them to pick up on things.

"I dueled the old grump for your father's hand in marriage. Whooped his ass a right way, too. Still dislikes me to this day, but while he was a tyrant, he's a man of his word." you tell them, refering to their paternal grandfather, whom they knew all too well, for they had long since weaseled their way into his heart with stubborn fervor.

The mercenary in you senses familiar footsteps approach, a devilish grin gracing your features. "How would you lot feel about being older siblings?" you ask them, and they uproarously express their desire for younger siblings. "Then go ask your father." you tell them; and on cue, he opens the door, his 'not again' drowned out by rambunctious pleas.

But he was still a King, commanding respect.

"Silence!" he belts out, his adam's apple gently glowing blue as it bobs with both syllables, barely there tendrils of black smoke drifting from his lips. The children, ever obedient, immediately hush up-yet they all peered up at him pleadingly with the cutest puppy eyes they each could muster.

Yet he was still a man; a father.

After several ticking moments, he sighs deeply, expelling the rest of the smoke. "I will speak to your P/N." he concedes, his voice an ever so slight rasp, "No. Promises. Now, shoo." he waves his hand, and they bustle down the hallway noisily, no doubt off to annoy their grandfather.

Bright turquoise hues land on you, unimpressed. "You do know that we have the most children in the whole continent, correct?" he speaks pointedly, approaching your desk. You shrug, playing busy. "We make enough for at least twice our current amount." you snipe back.

It was true, the palace's coffers were overflowing.

"You are incorrigible." he says, planting his palms on your desk. No room for argument. "Nope." comes your retort, equally as stubborn if not moreso, rising to plant your knee on your desk, reports be damned. "I want your babies." you tell him bluntly, without an ounce of shame.

A short bark of a laugh escapes him, his gorgeous eyes wide, the sexiest grin on his lips. "Allow me to correct myself; insatiable." he says as you pull him towards you. "Close enough, my king." you allow, leaning for a kiss.

The poor guards just outside the door would have to, once again, keep their wits about them as they've no choice but to stand vigil beside the doors concealing two passionate lovers.

[candybowbeansies]

Better Than Them

warnings/notes: i have been thinking. why are there so many cheater fics, where the reader is left to the curb, crying depressed even wants them back? and scarcely, reader dumps that cheater when they find out, and goes about their lives? like WHERE is a Flirtatious CONFIDENT Charismatic read:shameless reader who knows they can, they will, and they ultimately DO end up stealing their ex's side dish?! 🤤💅club setting, GN!Reader, reader is read to be on the fluffy/plus size 🤤 side(their clothes would fit him 🥺), bisexual reader? maybemaybe depends on you dear reader, keeping the (male, amab, he/him) character ambiguous for multi-fandom purposes because i will spontaneously combust if i try to decide on a specific one. YESPLS tag this as any specific character x reader, i wanna see who's your cup of tea 🥵 suggestive, but nothing explicit. the end is kept ambiguous, because the reader may or may not find somethin' more than a one nights stand w him :P

literally wrote this within the hour and ngl im actually happy i got sum creativity flowin. yes, before ya'll ask, this is in the style of dove cameron's boyfriend. 💞

"Not good at dancing, or not up to it?"

Those words were your opening line as you slid beside him at the booth. When you spotted your cheating ex in the crowd, dancing and drinking the night away, you almost went home. But then, right there, by his lonesome at the booths, you spotted their latest fling.

Oh, the universe must've divined this, you thought. What were you gonna do? Not shoot your shot? Why not? It'd be a waste to not at least try, and he was dude you'd like to date material.

The worst thing that'd happen was you geting called a creep and him walking away.

But the opposite happened, contrary to how it began. At first, he was wary, telling you he was taken; understandable. Thus, you laid on the charm thick, angling yourself just right where the lights would hit your best features, wearing your best 'why don't you come home with me tonight~' smirk.

Slowly, he began to crumble-and you began to test the waters, searching for ripples of chemistry. Your ex may or may not have been your first, but they sure as hell wouldn't be your last.

His laughter was more intoxicating than your favorite drink. And the more friendly you were with him, the more you found...that he was just your type.

When you found out your ex was a cheating easy fuck, you began to wonder why in the hell you fell for them in the first place. But perhaps with their current...'boytoy'...things might be...different?

Different, indeed. You could tell, with the way he looked at you. You knew that he and you both were far from oblivious, and picking up on this cue, you graduate your demeanor from 'friendly charm' to seduction.

A gentle jab at his lover-your ex-followed by whispered promises of temptation. If you were them, you wouldn't leave such a hot daddy by himself to his own devices, out for the hyenas to take a bite. If you were them, you'd be the perfect other half. But you're not, are you?

You know. He knows, checking out your luscious curves complimented by the strobe lights. You chuckle hotly, shamelessly giving him just a peek, making his eyes go wide and throat go dry.

You liked to call yourself at least somewhat of a fashionista, your closet overstuffed with a plethora of styles, more packed away elsewhere, all you could get your paws on that were your size of fluffy. "Plus, all my clothes would fit." you promise him with a cheeky grin. He chokes a bit, laughter escaping him. "I'll bet." he laughs warmly, and you lean in to whisper in his ear; "Lots more of me to grab, too, yeah?"

Your words send a shiver down his spine. "Fuck yeah." he whispers, his large hand stroking your thick thigh. You turn your head, and he turns his; lips meet, drinks are forgotten in favor of wrapping your hands and arms around eachother.

"Leave with me tonight?~" you singsong. He smiles wide, a playful snort escaping him. "Was beginning to think you'd never ask." he teases. Bills are paid and he follows you out, hand in hand, as you lead him to the best night(s) of his life.

[candybowbeansies]

Red Spiderlily, 2

warnings/notes: northern duke!au. if you came here from part 1, you'll know this is dark. reader is married with (a) kid(s), and mentions of a pet passing of old age naturally, so reader recites an old dark fairytale made by yours truly(its the best i can do, im not good at it) from their youth to soothe their kid(s). Short af but darkly cute, and P/N means parent name aka Mom, Dad, Parent, etc.

Tags: @occasionalanimegeek just in case you're still interested 👉👈

"Oh, red spider lily, red spider lily, red spider lily, nestled protectively upon my loved ones grave, why, I ask, did you take them away?"

You recite the words from memory in a soft tone; the words of a dark fairytale from your youth. Snuggled up with your child(ren) by the loudly crackling fireplace, the blizzard outside the castle roaring, you continue;

"To protect them from Hell's rotten hounds, who would steal them and eat them, so that they would never again see the light of day."

You take on a slightly deeper voice. They were still sniffling, after mourning their little heart(s) out over a beloved old pet whom passed in the night, but they listened with rapt interest.

"Oh, keeper of death, taker of souls, how, from Hell's hounds, shall you protect them, as is your duty?"

You resume your normal voice, taking on a more serious soft tone. Little bright red eyes peer up at you; full of luster, full of spirit, full of love, full of intrigue, as you pause a moment for suspence. Red eyes, just like their father. A smile tugs at your lips as you recount, once more in a slightly deeper voice;

"I am a poison for all those who are decay, who lay in wait. Dyed crimson by graves blood, I render ill advances futile.

With me, little one(s), they frolick as they please, as I guard their every moments peace.

In time, little one(s), they will forgive, they will forget."

You continue on, their soft sounds of sadness ceasing;

"Then they follow my steps, each one a lurid hue, over yonder into the cycle to be born anew."

Then there's hope in those little red eyes, shimmering forth as you tell the end;

"So do not fret little one(s), as thereafter you shall meet them once more soon, as a flower, as a tree, as a boar, or as a wren; or as another being, as is their choice, when they live again.”

"So, we can meet them again?" your child(ren) pipe(s) up;

"As a tree? What kind of tree? Don't trees live a long time?" they ask, "What about a snowflake?" ever inquisitive, "But wait, that life would be too short, right?"

You smile, chuckling. “Life isn't simply about how long one lives." you begin. "Life teems with many great things; hellos and farewells, good mornings and good nights, happiness and sadness. These and so much more fill the soul." you explain, "It is about the story that is made, the tale left behind." another voice beginning behind you, his palms resting on either side of the seat;

"It is about each little detail remembered and the feelings they invoke, be it within someone who knew them, or another whom hears their tale." he recites, adding; "Thus, as your P/N told me."

You giggle. "Husband." you call fondly, tilting and upturning your head. "Love." he returns, wearing his handsome smile, placing a kiss on your lips.

"Blech. Ew." the one(s) in your arms comment huffily, but make no move to extract themselves from your warmth.

Just like the fairytale, you've long since forgiven those who had wronged you. They no longer linger within the confines of your mind.

Just like in the fairytale, you'd found hope after despair, lead over yonder towards the North, following beckoning prints of a gorgeous, lurid crimson hue.

Just like in that fairytale, you had closed one chapter and penned another; not of of futility, but of joy.

[candybowbeansies]

To my followers…

You’ve made it this far, you know?

Don’t give up now.

Keep living.

Keep surviving no matter how hard it gets.

Please. Don’t stop making progress.

[candybowbeansies]

Red Spiderlily

warnings/notes: northern duke!au. this is dark, but can be read as dark romance ig. reader is implied to have been sent to their death in exile after being wrongfully? accused(ya'll committed it or not, up to you) of bad bad shit use your imaginations, arranged marriage(not forced, but can be read that way, just know that reader isn’t supposed to outright hate their husband-to-be), dark fairytales, regaining hope, and opening a new chapter in life. this is short af but i love shiggy so I may or may not expand on this.

New series anyone? Dukes of the North style, BNHA.

There were tales about the North, and the vicious eyeless demon who cursed its Dukedom with its eternal oppression. Hair damaged by winter’s neverending harshness, torn skin shamed by the moon. Harebringer of terror, an ugly creature shroud in darkness, bringing fear with him. But the moment that you, who had been accused of great sin and sent to marry into the Northern Dukedom-a so-called ‘flowery exile’ if you will, a complete mockery-had laid your eyes upon him, the so-called eyeless demon, you had realized he was in fact, no demon without eyes at all.

Silvery-white locks that bring shame to the brightest of stars shimmering on the surface of frozen lakes. Skin, though heavily marred, fairer than winter’s first snowflakes. Crimson hues, dulled and almost lifeless from the burden he was born to carry.

In the moment those hues met yours, you could tangibly imagine them lurid. Bright; full of luster, full of spirit, full of love. They reminded you of-

“Spider Lilies.”

“Pardon?” his rasp makes you jolt, realizing you’ve spoken out loud. Old habits die hard. The sight of his frown, of his browline furrowed in perplexion elicits a soft laugh from you. A small smile.

You were always outspoken, despite your family’s best wishes.

“Your eyes remind me of the red spiderlily. Keeper of death, taker of souls.” you begin, “He who drags his victims to their grave, he who protects their rotting corpses from Hell's hounds…” you trail off, watching his frown deepen in what you assumed to be disdain, though it only lasted a moment, “...posing as a purifying poison dyed by the crimson of blood.” 

His chin lifts and a brow quirks, regal in his glory, telling of his lineage; close yet so very distant Royalty.

“He who guides weary souls with his lurid hue to the cycle of rebirth.” you speak, your words, and the meaning behind them, oddly and darkly…romantic, in a sense.

“The red spiderlily.” you repeat softly.

Because the moment you were cast aside from all you knew, you were all but dragged to what they had hoped to be your damned grave; the North. And here, in a place meant for despair, where you had expected your end in nothingness, you encounter a reminder of a dark fairytale from your childhood that inspired what you thought you no longer had. Hope.

A silent understanding hung in the air, heavy. He lifts his arm, offering his palm, with a soft rustle of his heavy cloak and muted metallic chinks sounding from his armor.

Perhaps you did not fall in love with him at first sight. 

Yet, you knew this; he would not drag you to your grave an unwilling soul like they would in a heartbeat. The Duke-the man in front of you, would stay by your side and defend you to the bitter end. He would be that beautiful crimson hue that would lead you beyond to be born anew.

You swear you can already feel the warmth of the future.

You knock the ice from your bones, reaching for his offered hand without hesitation. He releases a soft huff, and you swear, you could see light in his eyes, only for a brief moment. As he turns, you step by his side, and he leads you to the next cycle of your life.

[candybowbeansies]

petition for more kithes op? 🥺👉👈

half jokes aside, Gwimmy is such an adorable blushy bb boi 🥺

Kiss 😚🩶🤍

i just want to shower him in kisses, to let him know he's loved ☺️

[candybowbeansies]

a Beatboxer!Teacher!ProHero!ReaderxMic ficlet

warnings/notes: sfw, i got to thinking while listening to these covers….what if teacher!reader had a mutation quirk with mutated lungs and voicebox, has gills, and is an extremely capable sea hero…also knew how to beatbox. like the widest range of sounds. and how the kids would request them to cover their favorite songs or freestyle. bonus points is mic’s s/o. they make him so proud 🥺 (truly)gn reader(no defining features, unlike the majority of my gns, you’ll know if you’ve read them lol), and shameless PDA <3

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From sassy falsetto and honeyed high-pitch, to grunge-growl and throaty rumble, to boom-basso and smoky timbre. Your lungs and voice box mutations allowed you to create a large variety of sounds, many of which took years to perfect. Being a Pro Sea Hero, you somehow found yourself strapped with teaching at UA. Not that you minded much; after all, you met the man of your dreams, there.

Hizashi Yamada.

One beatbox session was all it took for him to ask you out-when the kids found out you could beatbox, they’d pester you to do just one cover.

Which turned into two, three, and more often than not, more. He’d join in later in the longer sessions.

Singing-beatboxing, specifically, was your passion, other than patrolling the waters surrounding the island you called home.

Out of the entire faculty, you garnered the most attention from the youngsters. You even gave voice lessons to Class 1-A for the school festival.

You exhale through your teeth, short and harsh, sounding a sassy chirp.

The kids asked you to freestyle, each one gathered around in interest. The majority voted romance and breakup for the theme.

‘The tide’s bringin’ in romance,

My heart’s at the floodin’ point

Can’t think anymo~o~ore~’

You press your palm to one of your gills, tapping your voicebox for that slight grunge-effect. You follow up with a short cheeky, melancholic melody, pressing your knuckles against your gills to give vibration.

’I try to say goodbye, but you’re like an ebbing wave

Now, like the fo~oa~am, you’re go~one.’

Again, you press your palm to one of your gills, tapping your voicebox for that slight grunge-effect; something that would happen often in this freestyle cover.

As you bring forth the sounds, your hands moving fluidly, the beat starting off more mellow, you remix your verse and your favorite line. Gradually, you build up the beat with hints of sass.

'Like foam, you’re gone’

'Like foam, you-’

'Gone in seconds’

Then you bring the angst, bringing out a wide spread of sounds. You go on like this, soon tapering off back into that melancholic melody you started with.

'Like foam, you’re go~one in seconds.’

For the last time, you press your palm to one of your gills, tapping your voicebox for that slight grunge-effect, following up with that short cheeky, melancholic melody, pressing your knuckles against your gills to give vibration.

Upon the end, your audience cheers, and you can’t help but clap along with them. You notice Hizashi-at some point he came in.

“That’s my baby.” he compliments, approaching and leaning in to give you a smooch. All too happily, you reciprocate it, earning grossed out sounds from the kids. Both him and you snicker as they grab their stuff and file out, chatting about many things amongst themselves.

[candybowbeansies]

re:You make him feel…

…like his choices matter. 

warnings/notes: expanding on the previous one because I need it. this one's spicy, super suggestive, but nothing sexually explicit. subby shiggy, (truly)gn reader(no defining features, unlike the majority of my gns, you'll know if you've read them lol), lots of kisses and lipstick marks, n a lil worship if u squint 🥺👉👈 cuz he needs it. communication is sexy, and he's in the process of learning 🥺 and reader is a flirt and super patient w him <3

Whenever you had the chance to, you'd pamper your boyfriend, Tomura. You had a thing for him going red in the face. 

You've been giving him more kisses, now, that you found the perfect lip shade. 

When you first started this, he'd get so flustered, it was adorable. 

Slowly, but surely, you built up more trust with him.

“Again?” he asks, almost incredulous, but used to it by now. You hum an affirmation, reapplying your favorite shade after covering his face with the stuff.

You tuck his hair back, kissing his ear, then below it, starting on his neck. “Ah, there too…?” It hasn't failed to make him squirm. Really, your man was just too perfect.

“Yup,” you smack your lips. “I'd do it all over if you'd let me.” you tell him, caressing his clothed chest, “Here…” trailing your fingertips downward suggestively. “And here, too.” you whisper in his ear as you trail a short pattern to the waistband of his pants with your fingertips. 

His flush grows even hotter as he shifts a little, a slightly garbled nose escaping him. 

“Perv.”  he calls you. You snicker. “Yours truly.” you tell him, planting a hot one on his jawline. “C’mon, admit it~ You love it.” you tease him. 

A breathy, genuine laugh escapes him. A sound that never fails to make your heart thud in your ribcage. 

“...won't deny it.” he gives, lipstick covered features contorted into a soft, handsome grin.

You feel yourself fall for him all over again.

“Tell me, ‘kay?” you say to him, planting kisses on his neck. “Yeah…” a soft huff escapes him. You stop, giving a curious hum. 

“Not yet…” he grunts, furrowing his brows at the lack of contact. He hesitates, unused to communication. But he eventually begs gently; “...don't stop, please.” 

With that, you happily continue covering him in your kisses, within his embrace.

[candybowbeansies]

Sym-SFW Alphabet

warnings/notes: he doesn't have any alphabet hcs last i checked! so i'm making some for him n Dys 🥺👉👈 sfw ofc, and contains spoilers. intended for a human reader.

HCs for Symmie <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

If there's one thing anyone knows about Symbiosis; he's very affectionate. A complete cuddlebug. He can't wait to show you so. many. things. He plays a big part in his planet, after all! Everything is so beautiful, if fleeting, just like his favorite humans.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Cheeky bugger. He enjoys the small things in life-it's all so precious to him! If you tend to overthink things or are indecisive, he'll be your ground. He'll be there to remind you of your roots, because a lot of things are actually simpler than humans think!

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Complete. Cuddlebug. Like I said! Think of him as a black labarador retriever...except he's a tall ass lanky alien.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Doesn't know the first thing about day-to-day things, doesn't need sustenance to survive(his physical humanoid form gets that from the vats), but he's surprisingly hygienic. Wouldn't hesitate to settle down with you and other(s, he's poly!) if asked! At least to a Gardener's standards-he's got a planet to keep going, so please be understanding.

On a separate note, he can't have kids, it's canon. But if you know a lot and I mean a lot about Biology and DNA and anything else that matters on that, he sucks up knowledge like a sponge-ya'll might be able to figure something out!*

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Sym literally was a plant for over 300 years just to prove a point to his fellow Gardeners. If you give him a big enough reason to end any relationship, he will do it immediately and politely.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Depends. What kind of commitment we talkin'? I'm joking. Loyal to a fucking fault, man would literally sacrifice his existence for what he loves. Doesn't see the point in marriage until the rings pop out-something to treasure, take care of, and remember you and any other s/o by for centuries to come. Again, he's poly! Love is love, and he has a huge heart.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle, kind, literally the patience of a saint. If there's something he doesn't understand, he will try his damnedest to. He will always be there.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

CUDDLEBUG.exe need i say more?

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

The first chance, followed by all the time. And the thing is, with him, it never gets old. 🥺

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jealousy? Who, Sym? That's not in his vocabulary. 😂

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Forehead, knuckles, cheeks, temples, nose. His kisses are the cuter ones most of the time, and it happens when he's feeling playful(which is basically 24/7).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

The colony Manny. I 120% guarantee you, he will melt the hearts of even the toughest, most standoffish kids.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Doesn't need sleep. Might've scared you a few times before, admiring you taking a nap. Be sure to set healthy boundaries with him ahead of time!

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Most nights are cuddles, and he's often back to the vats. And if ya'll figure something out*...that's something for his NSFW HCs. 🥴

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Completely and utterly shameless. Tells you about everything off the top of his noggin. There's no secrets, and if there's more to know, simply ask!

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You have to do a lot and I mean a lot to even remotely upset him. We'll get to one one the things under Security.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Every. Single. Thing. He remembers every. Single. Thing. Better learn to have little to no shame with this man if you aren't already shameless.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The moment you landed on his planet. Okay, I'm half joking. Definitely the first kiss. No, not that first kiss, his physical form died protecting you. 😭 He wasn't able to back that memory up into the main frame!

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Can be extremely overprotective. Has zero self preservation, is basically suicidal. Doesn't see the need to preserve his physical form when he could easily make hundreds more. Yes, his physical form can feel pain.

While he finds it very unpleasant, he wouldn't hesitate to get himself hurt again, or even killed. Won't be able to remember what happened in the span of time from his most recent backup, to his death.

If you try to protect him, he just won't see eye to eye with you. While he finds the smaller things cute, he will throw a conniption fit if you attempt to protect him from something deadly. You're only human, little one. Don't go trying to end your life over something he can take care of easily.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Oooh, events. He absolutely adores these, he puts his all into everything, including simple everyday things.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His worst habit? Trust me, he means well, but he can seem very condescending when it comes to the topic of a human's fragility. You're friends with/dating/married to a Gardener, so please try to be understanding of his views, no matter how frustrating they might be to you!

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Seriously doesn't give a fuck about how he looks. He's been a flower, a tree, a beetle, even a freaking swarm of hecklebees. But when it comes to humans he's close to? Oh, absolutely adorable. S/o? He will quickly learn the terms hot/sexy/handsome/beautiful.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He's Symbiosis. Unlike humans, he doesn't 'age' but he can cease to exist. Of course, he'll mourn any passing of those close to him, but he knows it's the cycle of life. If a relationship is ended? He's an optimist. Won't feel down for too long.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Can purr. Yes, aliens purr propaganda.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Honestly? There's not many things that are a definite no for him. It'd have to be pretty bad things. Other than throwing your life away too easily, I'd say mass ecoterrorism. If you want to try and destroy what he and his fellows worked so hard to maintain and protect, kindly go fuck off to another planet. Maybe something there might want you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Doesn't need sleep. But he does spend some nights cuddled up to you!

[candybowbeansies]

You make him feel…

…like his choices matter.

warnings/notes: he needs this and i i i couldn't delve any further it's too much 😭 sfw, very short, somft fluff somft. sexy consent & communication. Love language: touch and kisses. I might post more of this when feel up to it cuz he didn't deserve what happened in the manga 😭

You loved Tomura, wholeheartedly. You loved to spend time with him-to be by his side.

Often, it starts with one question;

“Can I see your handsome face, pretty please?”

Regardless of if he chooses to show you, you still shower him with well deserved praise.

“I love your eyes, they're stunning.”

“Those scars deserve all the kisses in the world.”

“I love your beauty mark…it makes you look so hot.”

“You look so sexy when you blush.”

Because you can't help it, you always end up asking; 

“Can I kiss you?”

He needs to be showered with affection. He deserves all of it and so much more. 

Find a lip shade that looks good on him. Because when it gets washed away, he can see just how many things about him you love in the mirror. It flusters him, it gives him warm fuzzies.

He's absolutely daring enough to show off faded, or even fresh kiss marks if you let him. 

But there's also those times. You're still human, so sometimes paranoia rears its ugly head. He can see your telltale fidgeting. You reply when he asks what's wrong; 

“Just…don't wanna overwhelm you.”

It's true. Sometimes, you could overwhelm him. Baby boy is so touch starved. 

So, so touch starved. 

So he takes your hand(s), and places the palm on his cheek(s). Then he reminds you; 

“That's why I always tell you when you do. Otherwise, you don't need to worry. I…love being this close to you.”

To your teary eyed reply,

“Really…?”

he gives a reassuring smile and says; 

“Really.”