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ruayiri · 3 hours
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Oh my God
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𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 - 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐥 ⽮𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖊𝖓𝖚⽮
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ꐠ𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬ꐠ
•Blade reminding you who owns your sweet, little cunt after he caught you staring at another man~•
a/n: please note that this will be using the terms, 'good girl' and 'cunt', even though I tried to be gender neutral, it did lean towards the female anatomy and pronouns she/her!
Blade is also a little harsh due to his deep devotion and worship of you✧
!!!MDNI!!!
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˚*ೃ⋆。˚ ➷.*ೃ𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐭 ˚*ೃ⋆。˚ ➷.*ೃ
"Admit it. Admit it that you found him hot. Admit it that you wish he could stick his fucking dick into your cunt!", he growled into your ear as your back arched against the stone wall of an alleyway, struggling to cover your moans in desperate for a release.
His fingers curled along your walls, causing your eyes to flutter and for your hands to cover your mouth to conceal the whimpers that threatened to spill from your lips. His fingers to slid even deeper into your dripping pussy.
You struggled to form an answer for him, hell, you could barely form a word in this state- especially with the way his other hand was wrapped tightly around your throat, keeping you pinned against the stone while his finger fucked your soaking hole without hesitation or second thought.
"You'd like that huh? Me watching you get fucked balls deep by a stranger you couldn't keep your eyes off of?", his words were low, threatening and harsh. His voice alone caused your legs to nearly clench and your voice to crack from the pleasure that flowed your system in an unbearable amount, causing you to flutter your eyes open in hopes to give him the honest truth.
Or so you believed it to be the truth.
"N-No. I swear, baby-", your sentence was interrupted by your own gasp, feeling your toes curl and your nails to scratch along the wall in hopes to ground yourself from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. His name fell from your lips like a harmony of a musical piece, filling him even further with his desire to show you who owned you. To show you who claimed your entire being.
To show you who owned you pretty cunt.
His lips pressed against your own, his tongue swirling around yours as he dominated you thoroughly, keeping you pinned while his fingers tightened around your throat to keep you there right where he wanted you. A fucking hot mess needy for his hard, thick cock.
"Don't lie to me", he harshly whispered against your lips and placed his forehead against your own. Oh how tempted you were to brush away those beautiful bangs from his pale, soft skin - you would if you could even think properly, "you want it, don't you?" His teeth sunk into your lower lip, tugging it firmly and allowing his tongue to glide along the soft texture.
His fingers were thrusting in and out of you at an alarming pace, making you squirm against his hold.
He's been denying you an orgasm every time you came close, making you whine when he suddenly pulled his finger out of you and placing them against his lips as he tilted your head with your chin to force you to watch him swirl his tongue around his wet digits covered in your juices, "So fucking delicious. Every fucking time. Fuck."
He smashed his lips against your own, his hand trailing down your sides before tightly gripping onto your ass and pulling you against him so you could feel the wetness and hardness pooling between his legs while he placed his thigh between your own, gently rubbing it against your wettening clit so you could feel the material of his trousers against those beautiful folds that drive him mad with desire.
Driving him mad every time he even thinks of them.
He pulled back from the kiss, staring into your eyes with a hooded gaze filled with nothing but lust and an intensity that could leave you melted against this very wall if it could. But for now, your fingers grazed the softness of his skin, parting your lips for air. You felt disappointed that he had denied you your climax, but then again, you want to prove him wrong.
To prove to him that the only man you ever saw attractive was him.
And him alone.
"Only you", you managed to whisper between choking gasps, subconsciously grinning your hips down onto his muscular thigh, feeling the material of his pants slide over your bundle of nerves as it caused your fingers to grip onto his jacket in desperate need.
Your eyes pooling with tears from sensation.
He groaned, releasing your throat and knotting his fingers into his hair, "Good girl. Good fucking girl. I own you. I own your existence. And I own your fucking cunt."
His nose pressed against yours gently while his reddened, bloodied eyes continued to stare into your own with an unyielding passion that transcended all through time and space.
His undying devotion...to you.
"Get on your knees. I'm not done with you."
His lips slid down the sensitive skin of your neck, before his teeth sunk down into the spot that made you arch your back out and whine so beautifully.
"Because I plan to show you and remind you just how desperate you are for my fucking cock."
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a/n: thank you so much for reading! And thank you for the 12 follows already! It means a lot \^.^/ I hope you enjoyed this drabble!
Blade is from Honkai: Star Rail
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ruayiri · 3 months
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Dilf Ayato falling for a younger fem! reader who is the daughter of a pair of farmhands who had passed away a few years. She's had many suitors as her beauty is described as "peerless" but they were all rejected as she didn't want to become a trophy wife.
He arranges a meeting with the younger woman and is immediately taken aback by the sweet, petite beauty in front of him. After a lengthy conversation, they agree to get married and on their wedding night, he can't contain himself as he takes her virginity.
NSFW warning/Minors DNI
Fem reader x Dilf Ayato
Sweetness Divine
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The Kamisato clan was large, and vast. And Ayato Kamisato, the current young head was intimately aquainted with all branches of his family. He could pin a name to each face in his family tree, for reasons he'd like to keep private, and knows of every step and even breath they all take. After all, control requires some level of observation. And a little leverage goes a long way to keep the less savoury relatives on a tight leash. As such, whenever some of his relatives pass away, he makes it a point to visit any remaining family of the deceased, and offer what little comfort, monetary or otherwise, he has.
Ayato's hands were warm, and much too large on a body as small and fragile as yours. It was intoxicating, to caress your petite, svelte frame. You fit in his arms so easily, it does something to his brain.
The Kamisato clan's main local income came from their tea leaf farms. And when one of his main money-makers was raided by Nobushi, you'd best believe he was on his way there the next moment.
His lips descended upon your untouched, virgin skin. His pale blue eyes fixated on every twitch, every shiver, every trembling breath you took.
But in his investigation for the perpetrators to put to justice, he happens upon a gem. Among the many bushes of fruits and gifts of the earth, he found a blessing from the heavens.
He found you.
In the darkness of his bedchambers, under the safety of his sheets, his hungry, lustful eyes feast upon your naked body. He savours the heaving of your chest, the quivering of your kissed and bruised lips, the tremor in your hands as you grip the sheets beneath you. But despite his otherwise cold and unaffected personality: you are an exception. You are the only woman, except his sister, who has earned his care. So he holds your hand, the metal of his wedding band briefly kissing yours, his large, encompassing hand devouring your slender, tiny hand in a gentle, reassuring grip. As if to anchor you.
Oh, sweet, innocent, naive little you. You greeted him at the front door, despite your parents bloodied corpses laying not to far from you, their blood pooling the wooden floors, staining your pristine yukata, and their horrified gaze in death staring into your back. Yet, your posture was perfect, your voice was steady and you remained perfectly composed.
"Forgive my inhospitality, my Lord. I'm afraid I have not tea to offer, nor a warm home."
Your words cut him deep, and in your shadow he saw a reflection. A memory. Once upon a time, he too, stood as you did. At the door, head bowed in greeting to the visiting elders after his parents unfortunate passing. He sees the pain lingering on your lashes, and he sees the strength in your character, your quivering lips, trembling legs, clenched fists-
It was all too familiar.
"I shall be your rock, your cornerstone. So rely on me, my sweet girl, and I shall cherish and protect you, as long as I live." His tone was sweet, low and flirtatious. But his words were sincere. Your heart pounding in your chest, against your ribcage, as if beating as a witness to his promise. "My Lord, I have accepted you, wholeheartedly. I pray you will as well."
At first he was too preoccupied with the loss of a perfectly running farm, you, a young girl alone couldn't possibly manage this entire farm yourself. But you insisted on staying. Part of him wishes to grant your request, part of him wanted to help you, give you some comfort. He knows the pain of losing family and the protection of your parents, and he knows the strife and stress that follows, and he wished to shield you, however:
"The passing of my parents is indeed a tragedy. But I cannot become a burden to you, My Lord. I refuse to be a liability."
Your words affected him more than he'd admit. Aside from the butterflies in his belly, his pants felt a little too tight.
Of the many suitors who'd visited your parents house, you'd never foreseen an outcome like this. Your parents are long gone, buried and now only living in memory. You've lost a shield that kept you safe from the gluttonous, sinful hands of lustful men, strangers and relatives alike. At first it was only the local neighbours that insisted on you getting a husband, now more than ever, if you wish to keep your family's farm running. Then came the distant relatives, until commoners and nobles alike were flocking to your farmhouse. But you could see through their shallow facade, see the hunger in their gaze. None wished to love and cherish you as they claimed. All these dastardly dogs sought was to use you. And heaven forbid, you'd rather be ran through with a blazing stake than allow a man the shallow satisfaction of flaunting you as an ornament.
But, there was one man, whom you saw true kindness in. Your clan's leader.
The day he came to visit you, the day you first met, you saw the melancholy in his eyes. Pure, unadulterated sadness, and heartfelt sympathy. Your conversation with him was brief, to the point, as you were on the verge of a meltdown, and he actually understood. Instead of lecturing you as everyone else did, he put his hand on your head, and reassured you that you were not alone. It brought tears to your eyes. His kindness, his compassion. You'd heard he was a manipulative man, but not even the greatest of actors could fake what you saw in his gaze.
Perhaps it was because he was older than you, much older than the majority of the suitors that came by. Or perhaps it was his promise to safety. But you found yourself drawn to him, just as he did to you. It wasn't long after his first visit that you sent a letter, inviting him again. And to your utter, pleasant surprise, he actually answered at your door. That night entailed a homey dinner, and a lengthy conversation in which you explained your predicament, and sought his advice to remedy your problem of unrelenting suitors. You feared that if you kept persistently rejecting them, someone of them might soon break down your door.
He was quiet for a long moment, and presented a solution that, he warned you, you wouldn't appreciate.
"The only solution I can offer, is my protection." He said softly, holding your gaze firmly, his expression one of sympathy. You sighed, peering down into your cup, staring at your reflection in your tea. He was your last hope. It was as if you were destined to be married of this early, robbed of the chance to live a free life. "Alas, such is the fate of orphans." Your meek, timid whisper chipped at his heart. "I, too, am an orphan. That is the reason I understand your sorrow."
And that is the reason you connected. The reason you agreed. The wedding ceremony followed soon after that night. Ayato had told you beforehand that he does not
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ruayiri · 3 months
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To the World, and then myself
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Jujutsu Kaisen Isekai fanfiction
Prologue
Warnings: canon divergence, graphic descriptions (curses and fight scenes), vulgar language, sexual themes.
Note: reader is implied fem bodied, but I'll avoid using pronouns for the sake of inclusivity. Don't come @ me if you see the occasional she/her, I probably forgot to fix it or something.
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There was a flash of white, a spark, and then it ignited, skin numbed from the chilly December winds nipping at the warmth of your flesh. An electrifying shiver running up your spine, leaving a lasting sense of paralysis in its wake. One moment you were fine, the next, you're not even sure if what's happening is real.
It's as if the universe slowed down, the blinding headlights racing straight towards you, where once you could hear a chaotic cacophony, all you hear now is an incessant ringing.
Skin blooming with warmth, and the chilly winds robbing it with fervour. The world flips on its head, and you're left staring into the inverted vision, falling farther and farther away from where you once were.
'What is happening?' you question in your mind, staring in shock as your friends race towards the edge of the railing in slow motion, reaching over to try and grab your hand futilely, tears streaming down their cheeks and their horror-stricken face. You see their lips part to scream, the veins in their necks and arms and face protruding from the volume, and yet you hear none of it.
Not the crash, not the screams, nor the world. Only your own heartbeat pounding in your chest.
It felt like an eternity, the few moments that followed, and then suddenly, the world returned to it's natural motion and you realized, you're falling. But before you can make sense of anything else, you crash, and excruciating pain explodes in every fiber of your body. The concrete and gravel digs into your flesh, puncturing your sensitive, fragile skin, and all you can do is whimper. A feeble, pathetic sound from the depth of your gut, pitchy and weak. Tears spill over your cheeks and you wish the agony would end.
You lay utterly incapacitated on the ground, blurred vision shifting in and out of focus, until a messy mop of dark hair enters your vision. A person.
They seem frantic, hurried. You blink back at them slowly, trying your best to stay awake and not sob. In fact, you're not even sure if you have the strength for that. The exhaustion hits you all at once, and your eyes slowly flutter shut. The last thing you register was a soft, gentle voice asking you to stay awake, and the prettiest bluebells staring into your eyes.
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You awake with a start. Eyes snapping open, heart pounding fiercely away in your chest, you could practically feel your blood pumping in your veins. Your mind slowly wakes up, registering your environment, the colours, the shapes and finally the sounds.
The ringing remains, slowly fading out, replaced by the sounds of beeping, birds chirping, distant footsteps, and faint murmuring.
'Where am I?' you blinked, trailing your eyes along the ceiling to the walls, registering the white curtain, a blanket, a heartbeat monitor, wires, the scent of chemical disinfectant and chlorine. The sunlights filters in through the white curtains, it's warmth heating up your cold, unfeeling legs. The door creaks open and the sound of heels clicking against the tiled floor follow, until beside your bed stood a beautiful woman. She seemed tired, from the bags under her eyes, but her voice was gentle, her eyes kind, almost a little awed.
She asks you something, you hear her, but you can't make sense of anything. It's as if your brain no longer registers speech. She's talking to you, you understand that, but, 'what is she saying?'
The woman stares back at you, then sighs and nods, holding out her finger as if to tell you to wait, and then she strides out of the room, leaving you alone again. The silence is deafening. Yet your mind is empty. You try to recall what happened, anything that could remind you where you are or how you got here, but just as you're about to close your eyes, the door opens again and another pair of footsteps follows. The beautiful lady returns with a man, much taller and paler. The man approached your bed side, hands in his pockets as he stared down at you with an unreadable expression. His swirling cerulean eyes stare into yours and you stare back.
"Can you hear me?" He asks, his voice low and soft.
You stared back at him for a long moment, parting your lips to release a breath before mustering your strength, "Yes." You rasped, voice hoarse and cracking.
The man smiles a little and pulls up a chair, sitting down on it, crossing his arms over the backrest as he studied you. You stare back at him.
"Do you know where you are?" He asks, and you pause. Peering back up at the ceiling, then over at the beautiful lady, her chocolate eyes studying you, her hands in her white coat. You blinked, turning back to the white haired man. "Hos-...pital?" You croaked, and he nodded.
"Do you know how you got here?" He asks again.
It takes a few moments for your brain to register his question properly, and you take a minute to remember, and yet nothing comes up. He takes your prolonged silence as your answer and nods. "Do you remember your name?"
You uttered it softly, staring up at the ceiling, eyes heavy and exhausted. And before you could even properly introduce yourself, your eyes flutter shut and you fall asleep.
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The next time you awake, you wake slowly. Eyes fluttering open and registering your environment. But you notice, you're not by yourself at the moment. From the corner of your eyes, you spot a messy mop of dark hair, and those familiar bluebells, the collar of his shirt raised high to cover the lower half of his mouth as he peaks at you from around the door frame. When he notices you're awake, he hesitantly steps into the room. His voice is soft, gentle, but you have no idea what he's saying. It takes you a full minute to realize, he's speaking Japanese.
You sighed, and with great difficulty, pushed yourself to sit up. Limbs hot and burning, as if you have a fever, but tingly and buzzing as if just recovering from some kind of paralysis. You're covered in bandages from head to toe, it's a little unsettling to see. You glance back up at the boy just in time to see him scurry back into the room, bringing the white haired man from last time in tow.
"Yo! You're awake again!" He greets cheerfully, spinning the chair by your bedside to sit next to you again. You blinked at him, a little startled by his enthusiasm. "Yes, hello again." Your voice is soft and timid almost, still hoarse since you only just woke up.
The man smiles, using his thumb to lift the bandages over his eyes a little to wink at you. You blinked back at him. "So, how ya feelin' today? Gonna pass out on me again?"
He's obviously teasing, but you can't help but flush a little. "Better, thank you. And no, I won't pass out again, I hope." Silence engulfs the room for a minute, and the dark haired boy speaks up, talking to the white haired man, they converse for a bit in Japanese, before the white haired man returns his attention to you again. "The name's Gojo, this here is Okkotsu. He found you half dead on the side walk in the middle of the street. Do you remember anything about that?"
You blinked, looking down at your lap as you try to recall. You sighed, feeling a headache blooming. "Yes, I think I got hit by a car... Then, I fell off the side of the highway..."
"Damn," was all he said, relaying what you said to the dark haired boy.
"Where am I?" You asked softly, lifting your eyes from your lap to his swirling ceruleans. He let the silence linger for a moment, staring right back at you, a small, empty smile playing at his soft looking lips. "Jujutsu High, Tokyo."
You furrowed your brows at him, "I beg your pardon? Did you just say Tokyo??"
He nodded, standing up to pull the curtains to the side. The bright sunlight flooded in, blinding you for a minute, until your vision adjusted and you looked out the window to find an unfamiliar scenery; a snow covered field, with tall towering buildings in the near distance.
"What the- you're joking. You're joking!" You insisted, in utter denial. How the hell does one get yeeted to the other side of the world by a car accident!? Gojo sees your turmoil and sits down on the edge of your bed, patting your blanket covered legs. "Hey, relax. Or else your cursed energy is gonna overload."
You take a few deep breaths and try to calm down, "You're right... Wait what? Energy overload?" You asked, utterly baffled, those terms sounded familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on where you'd heard them before.
"...oh dear, you have no idea do you?" Gojo asks, his eyes a little wide.
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Gojo briefly explains cursed energy to you, and amidst his explanation, you realize you're screwed. Not because you're in Tokyo, but because you're in an anime. One of the worst kind of anime, the type where even surviving the day is questionable. Sure, the cast is sexy but so is being alive. It takes a bit but you try and explain to Gojo that you're not from around here, and he seems to get that you're a foreigner (obviously, because you don't speak Japanese) but not that you're an outlander or whatever the the word is. "So, this is a school for mutants like in the X-Men?" You asked finally with a sigh, sipping your cup of tea slowly.
"More or less." Satoru plainly says, aggressively twirling his teaspoon. "But what am I doing here? Shouldn't I have been taken to an average, or normal human hospital?" You asked, turning to face him, slowly swinging your legs back and forth a little as they dangled just above the floor, off the edge of the bed.
"I'll try to keep this simple, you got a very strong aura. If Yuuta had taken you to an average hospital, you wouldn't have made the night, and would've gotten eaten up by some curse."
"Great, just great. Amazing. First I get slammed by a car, yeeted off a cliff, transported to a whole different ass country on another side of the world, and now deranged monsters wanna eat me. What's next, having a demon inside me?" You huffed, gripping your hair as you held your head, the world was moving too fast, everything was happening at once and you just couldn't keep up. You felt the tears of frustration well up and tried to stop them, but just couldn't. Despitefully your daydreams of being and OP character in any such anime, you're not. Your a pathetic, normal human being, not even healthy enough to jump out of a car's way, how the hell will you survive this?
Gojo watched you intently, even as you curled up into a helpless little ball and broke down. There is no place in this world for the weak. That was his motto, and you? You were perhaps the weakest little creature he's ever laid his eyes on. So he stands up, turns his back to you and stares out the window. Yuuta scrambled over to your side to somehow comfort you, despite not understanding what just happened. He pats your head, sits beside you and puts a cautious arm around you in a half embrace, whispering soothing things softly near your ear. You don't know what he's saying, but his kindness helps you calm a little.
Your mind is still reeling, racing, but this is an opportunity, you reason, a chance. You played the generic NPC in your world, in your life. Now is a chance to be the main character, now is the chance to live out a fantasy. Why not take it? You pat Yuuta's hand kindly in gratitude, then turn to stare at Gojo's back.
He feels your stare, and glanced back at you from over his shoulder, out of the corner of his eyes. And he can't look away. Bloodshot, swollen eyes, tear-stained cheeks, trembling bottom lip, yet an insatiable hunger in those eyes. A hint of madness, with a speck of fear.
He grins.
"...Tell me, how can I get stronger?"
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ruayiri · 4 months
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The votes are in, JJK isekai fic it is.
I won't specify any ships and will try to keep reader gender neutral but will be fem bodied because idk male anatomy or biology.
Eijdksmelsmskdnmd just a heads up, I'm a Sukuna simp, y'all are getting some filthy, horrendously down bad shiz
These are the tentative names of a few fics I'm working on. The isekai ones have parts so I'll update a few parts in a row for those. Otherwise I'll work on oneshots
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ruayiri · 4 months
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These are the tentative names of a few fics I'm working on. The isekai ones have parts so I'll update a few parts in a row for those. Otherwise I'll work on oneshots
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ruayiri · 8 months
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Could you do the Sumeru boys hc for when the reader is sick with like the flu (if you don’t wanna do all of them can you do kaveh or alhaitham, maybe do them together?)
Wholesome, cavity inducing, tooth-rotting fluff
Fem reader x sumeru Bois!
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Tighnari
Knows before you do. He could practically smell your sore throat during the night while you were fast asleep, cuddled up in his arms. He takes full precautions. Rubs and ointment on your throat and under your nose to prevent any nasal blockage since he knows you hate it when your nosey is clogged. He starts a soothing incense to ensure you get a restful sleep. He burrito wraps you in an extra blanket, all during the night and cuddles you till morning. Grumbling all night long about how he needs to keep a closer eye on you now. But don't worry he loves it. 10/10 would make you feel like you were never sick to begin with.
Cyno
Oblivious fool number 1. Had no idea you were sick until he found you passed out with a high ass fever in the middle of the living room. And then, panic. Panic to the max. He thought you were dying and immediately brings you to the hospital. Despite his intellect, he's very dense sometimes. After the doctor tells him it's a mild flu, he calms, but then he's furious. "You've been sick for days and didn't tell me? When did you start keeping things from me, my love?" Then comes the emotional blackmailing. Of course he spoils you rotten with comfort food, cuddles and terrible jokes that somehow still make you snort even when you're brain isn't really functioning enough to understand them. 6/10 for being a dense fool at first, but he's cute and corny and doesn't let you feel bad about being sick because of his horrible jokes.
Alhaitham
Oblivious fool number 2. He'd noticed you were acting a little unusual, a little more sluggish than normal. But thought nothing of it and dismissed it as you being on your monthly or something. Oh boy was he wrong. It wasnt until he came home one evening, fully expecting his hug and kiss at the door, to find the house hauntingly quiet. He calls out to you once, twice. And when he heard your quiet, meek little greeting he finally understood. Instead of feeling bad about not realising that you were sick, he starts scolding you for not telling him. "Were you expecting the spirit of Greater Lord Rukkhadevata to come and tell me that you were suffering? Honestly, I thought you were smart enough to realise when to take breaks, but no. It appears we need to go over basics, again." He's like a fussy mother hen with a dash of drunken denial. Like he'll give you a scolding of your life time but also kiss your cheeks and hold you in his arms while spoon-feeding you. 6/10, love the princess treatment, but tone down the motherly nagging for the love of God.
Kaveh
Mother hen x10. He knows the moment you let out a sigh deeper than usual. He'll hover over you for a good few hours and just watch you closely for anything to prove his paranoia and when you do, he's fussing. Not the annoying disappointed mother kind of fussing, but the sentimental girlfriend kind of fussing. "Are you warm enough? Your throat hurts? Oh my sweet dear, stay still, I'll be right back with your soup! You don't need to lift a finger, I'll take care of you okay?" His hands are shaking the entire time, and he's dropped more than a few dishes in the process but that's okay. It's the thought that counts. He's trying his best okay? Just lay back and let him smother you in affection and love, only to get sick himself the next day so now both of you are cuddled up together, and sick. Overall 9/10 because he's just so sweet and loving.
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ruayiri · 9 months
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Your Name, Salvation
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Chapter 1: "Once upon a moonlit night,"
KNY X f!reader
Taglist: @allthingsholmes @greinch @itszzmoon
Warnings: mentions of violence, decapitation, blood, injuries, death, minor character death, graphic descriptions
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You stared at the sun setting in the horizon, sitting perfectly still on the smooth boulder, surrounded by the soothing sound of nature. The river rushing endlessly, birds settling back into their nests in the last few flickers of light, the gentle swish and sway of leaves on the wind. Closing your eyes, you focused intensely inwards.
Aware.
Taking a deep inhale, you felt the vibrations of every living and moving creature around you. The slightest twitch in the wings of sparrows, rippling waves in the pond, even the falling of a tiny autumn colored maple leaf that brushes past your curled fist. You were aware of everything around you.
And in control. Rising from where you sat cross-legged on the smooth boulder in the middle of the river, you stand lightly on your toes. Fluttering your eyes open, adjusting to the darkening sky, the brillant moon hanging in the heavens above you.
It's time to hunt.
Curling your fingers around the hilt of your nichirin blade, you take a deep breath before swiftly leaping off the boulder and rushing head first into the lions den.
There are four demons in this forest, all about equally strong, lower level demons.
Your hand holding the scabbard tightens as you ready to slash, legs striding through the dense vegitation at an almost in humane speed. Sensing one close by, you take a deep breath, eyes focused on the trail and locking onto the horrendous monstrosity a few meters away. Leaping off the forest floor, you ready yourself, aiming for it's neck, easily falling into first form.
Upon sensing your presence, the demon shrieks and lurches back, it's faster than you anticipated, still, your nichirin blades sliced halfway through its entire torso. Before it could recover you quickly spin on your heel, slicing it's head off in the blink of an eye. The decapitated demon flops to the ground with a resounding thud, shrieking after you. Calling you all sorts of names, you pay it no heed.
Slashing the vile creatures blood of your blade, you sheath it before dashing back into the forest. Three more demons to kill. As you tread deeper into the woods, the trails become more prominent and easier to follow. One of these demons is stronger than the other two. Your eyes narrow as you spot two of them meandering about around the outskirts of the village. This time, they sense you faster than the previous demon and appear to be ready to attack. You draw your blade, aiming for the neck of the one nearest to you, your speed adding strength to your swing. The force behind it causes the trees in the near distance to sway, yet the demon managed to narrowly evade. In the meantime the second shoots at you, lunging straight for your head.
Inhaling deeply, you fall into form, dodging it's first attack, but as your about to cut it's neck, the first demon appears behind you. In an instant you change your stance and slash an angled full circumference, lopping off one of the attacking demons arms, and nearly entirely slicing the neck of the second. Without a moment wasted you bring your blade down on the first demon on the ground, then lunge after the second which'd taken the opportunity to try an escape. It's fast.
Still, using every strength in your legs you manage to slice off one of its legs half way, causing the demon to stumble to the forest floor, allowing you to swiftly decapitate it. Using the moment from your chase you continue after the final demon.
You'd overestimated it's strength. As weak as the other three, or perhaps weaker? You'd swiftly decapitated the fourth and final demon in mere moments. Paying no heed to its wails and cries as it slowly disintegrated into ash, still your turn around, casting the pitiful creature one last glance. In the glow of the moonlight, when they cry like this, they almost look human.
Your Kasugai crow cries loudly in the night, over the crying of the nearly gone demon, your crow informs you of Ubuyashiki's summoning. Acknowledging it's message, you hurry it back homeward.
Casting it one last blank look, you watch as it fades away. The tears streaming down from it's big, sad eyes let's you know of it's acceptance, when they flutter shut and the creature vanishes on the wind.
You sighed, turing to head back to headquarters, deciding to pay your friends a little visit on your way there.
The sunlight peaks over the cottony clouds, the first light of dawn illuminating the mountain trail as you follow the familiar path.
You hear a familiar cry of your name, raising your gaze, you spot Kanae waving enthusiastically in the distance with Shinobu at her side, the shorter girl stood with her arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. You smile, jogging up to meet your friends.
"Welcome back!" Kanae greets warmly. Shinobu cringes at the smell of ash and blood on you, tugging at your haori, encouraging you silently to take it off. "You stink,"
You chuckle, shrugging the clothing off, handing it to the girl who folded it over her arm and retreated down the trail, heading back to the secluded cottage. You call out a thank you for her as Kanae loops her arm around yours and the two of you turned to follow the younger, making your way to your masters home.
"How did the mission go?" The lively girl smiled at your side, resting her head on your shoulder. You chuckle, patting the top of her head, "Quite well. They were all low level demons, although they seemed intelligent, I didn't quite find that out," you hum thoughtfully, recalling the village dwellers recounts of their pattern of attack. Kanae hums, "Still, this is probably a new record for you. You were only gone a day and a half!"
"Really? Felt like forever on the train to me," you deadpan, recalling the boring ride to and from the village.
"Really," upon arriving at Urokodaki's house, you greet your master with a deep respectful bow. He acknowledged you with a nod and a greeting, welcoming you inside. Kanae had detached herself from your arm but still grabbed your hand. You gave it a reassuring squeeze as you started talking about the food and service of the train.
You spent the morning at your masters place, catching him up to speed on the developments of the Hashira's ranks and your recent mission. "I was hoping to find some clues considering the reports, unfortunately it turned out to be regular lowly demons." You said with a sigh, gaze fixed on your reflection in your cup of tea. Urokodaki hums thoughtfully, nursing his own cup of tea.
"The demon accomplice you speak of," he starts, garnering your attention, "Have you made any contact with her at all yet? Other than those of her underlings," he asks.
You purse your lips and furrow your brows. "If you mean a direct confrontation, then no. I've yet to even catch a glimpse of her shadow." You answer, thoughtfully contemplating the idea. "She's quite similar to 'that bastard' in this aspect-" your sentence is interrupted by Kanae spitting out her tea, coughing into her sleeve as she stifled her laughs. You huff, a smile curling at your lips noting her red cheeks and flustered eyes.
"Do continue," Urokodaki urges, paying his students no mind.
"Right. As I was saying, she's hiding."
Taking a long, cautious sip of your tea, you close your eyes, allowing the warm liquid to soothe down the length of your throat, warming your chest, leaving a sweet tingle on your tongue and a desperation for more.
"Although..."
Your master keeps his pointed stare fixated on you, silent encouragement to complete your thoughts.
"I have encountered many of her underlings so far, and each one seems stronger than the last. They call themselves her apostles, blasphemous as it is, I can't help this sinking thought that perhaps," at this point your voice has lowered down to partially audible mumbles. Your master, familiar with your speech habits, still hears you loud and clear, but doesn't interrupt your thoughts.
"The frequency of my run-ins with her underlings in comparison to everyone else isn't something you can chalk up to coincidence."
"Are you insinuating that her minions are specifically targetting you?"
"It's a possibility."
Sakonji considers the facts and the theory, giving the idea a long contemplative moment as he regards you. "It's a credible theory, considering how many of both hers and Muzan's minions you've killed."
You nod along, placing down your now empty cup, feeling tired from your successive missions, and plaguing, intrusive thoughts.
"Tumultuous thoughts aside," your master begins softly, drawing your attention, but not your gaze. "How has your health been? Any episodes?" He asks kindly. You smile, reassuring him, "I've been quite well actually. My breathing style allows me to fully utilise my lungs without straining my heart. I've yet to experience any seizures, other than the occasional chest pangs."
"You should consider consulting a licensed physician. Corps medical treatment won't save you if your heart acts up."
You nod, affirming the idea, and reassure him that you'll act upon it soon. He knows you won't actually, but appreciates the politeness nonetheless.
With a sigh, you stand up, asking your master for permission to head out. He nods, wishing you safe travels as you gathering your things, collecting your Haori from Shinobu as she'd rinsed and hung it out this entire time. It being just past midday, you bow one last time at your master before turning around, and in the blink of an eye, you disappear.
"I'll never get used to seeing her do that,"
"...my brain hurts trying to process it everytime she does,"
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Uzui and Shinazugawa are the first to greet and welcome you, loudly calling your name as Tengen welcomed you back with a harsh slap on your back, causing you to lurch a step forward. You almost choke from the force and glare up at him, causing both him and Sanemi to start laughing at your expression.
"I don't see what you find quite so humourous," You state in mock bitterness, biting back a laugh yourself. Tengen only pinches and tugs at your cheeks, "Don't give me that look. You're too soft to be angry," he cooed making mocking baby sounds, which only infuriated you.
The hashira meeting went swiftly, after which you were lazing on the engawa at the Ubuyashiki's estate, your head on his lap as his fingers carded through your hair. Kagaya softly calls your name, and you hum in response.
"How have you been recently?" He asked gently, "More specifically, how is your heart?"
You flutter your eyes open, your waving leg halting still as your finger subconsciously reach for your chest. "Well, actually." You say quietly. Kagaya hums, a smile curling at his lips, "I'm glad to hear you're in good health," he starts, "but you must remember not to overexert yourself,"
Your eyes flutter at that, gaze unfocused as you stare into oblivion. He's absolutely right, you're too valuable to the corps. Too important to be sacrificed or thrown away so easily. To the rest of the hashira's your life is almost as valuable as Kagaya's.
Darkness encased your vision and you stiffen, Kagaya's gentle and soft hand covered your eyes, "More than just as an asset," he adds, breaking your train of thoughts. He calls your name tenderly, "You are not a weapon, nor anything of the sort. You are first my family, my friend, and my responsibility. I would rather fight Muzan with you beside me, than walk over his corpse without you,"
You let out a shaky breath, feeling yourself soften under his gentle touch and tender words. 'Dont be deluded,' Yuuka's voice rings in your head. 'To him, to the corps, you are a means to an end. Do not fall for their false assurances.'
She's right. You are here for the sole purpose of destroying the outlander who invaded this universe and has been tempering with the timeline. You must not allow yourself to be distracted or swayed by any means necessary.
"Of course," you purr, vibrant, mischievous eyes glaring right into Ubuyashiki's light and visionless ones.
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The night is still, eerily so. You sat on the engawa of your mansion, staring up at the full moon. The lingering feeling of dread crawling over your skin. A knock on the door beckons your attention and you turn to find your friends.
You rise, closing the garden Shoji as you join them inside. Hayate and Mirai, two of your closest friends from your early days of becoming a demon slayer, were heading out for a mission. Niwa and Mamoru had been dispatched a few days ago and should be returning in a week's time. For the time being, it'll be you all by your lonesome. Nonetheless you gave both of them a firm hug and a harsh slap on the back.
"It'll be a short trip, we'll be back before you know it." Hayate reassured, gathering his Nichrin blade and heading for the main door where your Tsuguko stood at attention.
Mirai gives the two students a soft pat on the head on her way out, waving enthusiastically at you as the pair walked off. You gave them a calm smile, waving back, "I'll be expecting you for dinner then!" You call out loudly.
"You better have the shrimp the way I like!" She yells back, finally turning around as the two disappear down the street. You chuckle to yourself, turning back to head inside.
"Ayame, Ayato," you greet, the two boys bow in respect and clamber after you eagerly. "Master! We'll set the dinner table!" The older, Ayame states, scurrying into the building, his younger brother following behind him calling out for their little sister Aina. You stare at their receding figures fondly, pulling your hand fan out of your yukata.
A sudden chill down your spine causes you to freeze, eyes snapping at the open shoji as a particularly strong gusts of wind blows in, throwing the doors open and tousing the wind chimes violently, faintly hearing the boys and kakushi ambling about to close the windows in case it rains. Your keen eyes observe, from behind the hand fan, the single leaf fluttering through, staring intensely as it sways and dances until it touches the ground.
'What are you thinking?' Yuuka asks, drawing your attention away from the blood stained leaf. You blink, stalking over to close the shoji, 'Nothing.'
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You follow the trail quietly. The sun just about to disappear on the horizon as its last beams of light flicker and bleed into darkness. Your kasugai crow flying overhead, alerting you when the village comes into view. It was late in summer, almost autumn. So when the leaves fell they were stained extraordinary shades of orange, ranging from honeyed hues to bronze and some even gold. They crunch with a loud and satisfying sound echoing in the cool, crisp air. Yet you halt in your path. Not sensing any hostility or bloodlust on the air, you scan the area quickly before starting back on your path.
'Yuuka.'
What? The voice responds in your head.
'What am I looking for?' You ask the girl. There follows a moment of silence before she responds.
Death. She says, her voice solemn and low. You have the ability to see the trail of death. Follow it, and you shall find her minions. She explained.
When you woke up at Ubuyashiki's estate years ago, you had come to realise that each time you supposedly die, you bare some form of consequence in your reanimation. In your previous lifetime, Muzan had hunted you down and killed you, pierced your chest and pulled out your heart, right before you very eyes. As a result, in this life, your heart is incredibly weak, the slightest of overexertion will have you wheezing, struggling to stay alive. The pain of such episodes is almost as bad as Urokodaki's training. Almost.
Yuuka is the name of the Miko who was used to summon you into this world. Her soul is bounded to yours, she lives and dies with you. It is thanks to her spiritual power that you've managed to live this long in this world, and her spiritual power that revives you everytime you die.
'Yuuka, do you not resent your family?' You asked her. 'They used you, like a weapon, an object, a sacrifice. Does it not bother you?'
They did not abandon or discard me. Indeed, I may have been sacrificed, but the descision was mine. I chose to be your vessel.
You felt a little touched at that for some reason and smile a little to youself. But your giddiness is cut short when you catch whiff of a demon nearby. You ready your weapon, hand curling around the scabbard firmly. You drop low before launching into a full speed sprint, chasing down the trail of the demon. You could see its presence, visually observe and follow the path it took and before long, you happen upon it.
An apostle.
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Part 2 of the sick reader x dendro men. Someone asked for smut, but I'll make a blurb or something as an after ending for that.
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Kaveh x gn reader x Alhaitham
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It was cold. The bed, the blankets, the wires, everything felt cold. You'd lost feeling in your lower half quite some time ago, now in its place was an uncomfortable irritation and numbness. It seems your brain can't understand that your legs have hardened into scaly stones.
You let out a cold, shaky breath, fogging up the oxygen mask. Slow, deep and deliberate breaths, just as the doctor had instructed. And yet even this, was proving difficult, with each passing second.
Each time you blinked, you were tempted not to open your eyes again, they felt heavy, tired, and dry. You couldn't rest well, no matter how much you slept. It wasn't enough.
You can't help but sigh, and scoff.
How pitiful. To end like this.
Years of studying, knowledge, perseverance, all for naught but a pathetic, tragic demise at the hands of an incurable infliction. If you had the strength to, you'd laugh, sadly, you can't do anything but lay there. Tired eyes blurring in and out of vision, staring lifelessly at the ceiling, rewatching your entire life, on loop.
Kaveh steps in through the hospital room door quietly, as he always does. In his hands a bouquet of your favourite flowers. He greets you with a cheerful smile to lift your spirits, but in his eyes you see the withering light, the last wick of hope and liveliness flickering, threatening to be snuffed out. Today, you don't have the strength to move your head to greet him, nor smile.
Kaveh gingerly replaces the old flowers in the vase by your bed, enthusiastically starting a one sided conversation. He makes himself comfortable on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other as he recounts the events of his day, going down to the nitty gritty, sparing no effort to prolong the conversation as much as possible. His glassy carmines are welled with tears, reddened with sorrow and his chest is heavy with grief. He looks at you and all he sees is a corpse. If not for the steady, slow and deep rise and fall of your chest, the fog on the oxygen mask, he'd think he was talking to a ghost. But then again, perhaps even a ghost would have a livelier presence than yours.
His hands tremble, fingers shaking like leaves on a stormy night, when they curl around yours. His voice is thick, pained, sorrowful, when he calls your name. His eyes are desperate, yearning and so, so lonely. He misses you already. And looking at you now, he knows.
This is it.
You're reaching your last limit.
Alhaitham, contrary to what you had believed, was a much less punctual visitor than you'd believed. Perhaps he'd grown tired of you, or perhaps, he couldn't bare to see you like this.
But Kaveh knew the truth. He knew it was the latter. Where Haitham would usually trash a few bottles of beer every week, Kaveh was less than surprised to see the bottles piling up everyday. It was written on his stoic roommates face, he was mourning.
If not by the wine and beer bottles piling up in the kitchen, in the lounge, in his study and his room, then the heart broken, heart wrenching silent cries that carried through the house every night. The stifled, pained whines of your name, endless apologies, and confessions he never got to make to you. Kaveh knew, Haitham did not have the physical or mental strength to see you like this.
Still, the ever stoic scribe, your best friend, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if you left without him even saying goodbye. So he visits sometimes. Says nothing but sits by your side, watching you as you rest. Caresses your pale cheeks, kisses your boney, unfeeling fingers, cries behind his palm when you close your eyes.
They knew, you're reaching the light soon, and neither of them are ready to let go. So they pray, to their archon, to celestia, to the universe. Anyone.
You are all they have left in this bleak world, their only light, their only solace. The plead, cry and beg on their knees, for your life, for your health, for you.
The days would blur by, each going faster than the last, and every time you woke up, you felt this growing rage within your soul. This bitterness towards the universe.
I refuse to die like this.
A life so bland, so unfulfilled, so pointless. Were you born just to be the target of verbal abuse then tossed away like yesterday's garbage? No, you won't stand for an end so honorless. So meaningless.
Your eyes screw shut, tuning out every other sound, hands bawling into fists as you focus on breathing, in and out, calmly, stay in control. You use every bit of your strength to will your muscles to move, to combat the numbness and regain your power.
You wheeze, choke, cough and struggle, the pain is unbearable. The doctors are fussing around you, injecting a sedative, pulling on an oxygen mask, you swat the nurses hands away, gripping the edge of the bed fiercely.
I refuse to die like this.
Gritting your teeth, you look back at the wraith child, her vibrant clover like eyes are wide in wonder, and her smile grows relieved.
Give it to me, you growl, eyes focused and fierce. The strength to move on. The strength to live. I refuse to die like this!
You feel a sudden surge of energy in your limbs and immediately make sure of it to swing your arm to the side in an attempt to wave the doctors and nurses off of yourself, the strength behind your swing causes the staff to be flung back and collide against the cold wall, the force shattering the windows and causing the lights to flicker on and off.
You sit up on the bed, clutching your chest, panting. A sudden wave of heat washes over you, it feels as if you're sat inside a furnace, the surface of your skin is scalding, the fabric in contact beginning to singe from the raw heat emanating off of you.
"I..." You grumble, for the first time in what felt like forever, you truly felt alive. "I refuse..." You growl, lifting your gaze from the blurry sheets to the archon in front of you, wincing from the heat, but managing nonetheless, "To live so pathetically."
You lift your eyes, fierce hues meeting wise, clover-like sage greens. She peers up at you, relief and what can only be considered pride written across her features. Then my strength is now yours.
You blink and she disappeared, instead in her wake comes down a vision. A Pyro vision.
It's as if the weight of the world was lifted off your chest, your lungs no longer compressed to breathe, your limbs no longer numbed and limp, your pulse finally races through your veins again, albeit weakly but for the first time in your entire life, you feel alive.
Warm, invigorated, rejuvenated. Your rage begins to simmer and when the heat of receiving the gaze of the gods dwindles, you feel a familiar calmness engulf you. You ease up, eyes focused on the pulsing life between your fingers. It does little to reassure you, instead it's irksome.
Great, I'm the odd one out.
You bitterly think to yourself, considering both your friends have dendro visions. With a sigh, you relax, allowing the cautious and clearly traumatized staff to resume their care of you. As much as you despised the vision you got, you can't deny it's usefulness. The natural heat from it allows you to live a lot easier than before. Eleazar brings numbing coldness and shivers, the afflicted individual has a much lower body temperature and is perpetually cold. Your vision allows your body to at least resume it's normal functionality, no longer hindering everyday life.
The moment the news reaches Kaveh, he practically pounced on you, smothering you in his arms, weeping loudly as thick, salty tears drip down his cheeks. You don't mind him wetting your shirt like that, not when he's glued to you like flesh on ice.
It didn't take long for you to get discharged from the hospital, of course dizzy spells were still a problem, but you were no longer a cough away from death, so you could go home now. Fortunately for you, Haitham and Kaveh had other, more selfish plans. They dragged you back to Haitham's place, sitting you down on the couch, while Haitham set the table, laying down all your favourite dishes and snacks, Kaveh had made himself comfortable on your lap, arms hooked around your neck and shoulders, his forehead pressed firmly against your neck, still sniffling every now and then. You rub a soothing hand up and down his back, murmuring soft apologies and gentle reassurances.
"I- I thought you-" he starts only to cut himself off with a whine, his words muffled against your warm neck. You'd always been a warm person, but your sickness had robbed you of that warmth gradually, now feeling proper human heat radiate off of you, Kaveh had already melted like butter on a hot plate. You slither your free hand to cup his cheek, coaxing him to look up at you, his big, beautiful carmines were glassy and bloodshot and the sight pricked at your heart. Without thinking you brush your lips against the corners of his eyes, catching the stray tear before it could fall.
His gasp is soundless, pupils immediately blowing wide open, situating himself better on your lap, knees on either sides of your thighs, forehead against yours. Your eyes flicker between shimmering red hued gems and his soft, pale lips. Heeding the hint, Kaveh doesn't waste a second to press his lips against yours.
You return his hungry desperate kiss eagerly. Arms locking around him, caging him against yourself. His fingers slither into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to himself. He withdraws after a moment, a thin string of saliva connecting you both from your lips. You chase after that lingering softness, that tender touch, meeting his lips again hungrily.
A loud deliberate cough startled you both, Kaveh withdrew, but your hand immediately shoots to the back of his head to keep him still. He moans when your tongue meets his, drool and saliva dripping down his chin. Cheeks flushed, hued with roses blooming beneath his flesh.
You can practically feel Haitham's irritation as he stalks up behind the couch you were sat at. His arms cross over the back rest and he side eyes you, brows irritably furrowed. As soon as you break away from Kaveh, Haitham doesn't waste a moment to assert his dominance over the blond, immediately guiding your face to meet his.
Haitham kisses you with aggression you'd never expected from him. Haitham was always gentle with you, without fail. But now, his lips were hungry, eager, devouring. It's when you feel his salty tears between your lips that you realise, he was in pain, still.
Both your boys were in pain, in disbelief, but they were also so happy. So euphoric, so elated. They physically couldn't contain their joy, nor express it in words, but they knew how to prove it in actions.
Who were you to deprive them?
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ruayiri · 11 months
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What should I finish next?
Haitham smut or Diluc smut?
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ruayiri · 11 months
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Genshin Impact Imagine
Kaveh x reader x Alhaitham
angst
The world had never been kind to you. It was a reality you'd come to accept a long time ago. Still, you persevered. Wanting to give up but still managing to push another day. But some nights, you just couldn't withhold the melancholy you felt. This seeping poison, from wounds you could never heal, never feel or understand, festered and infected every aspect of your life, until the very foundations of you, were weakened. Lined with cracks and crevices, barely held together. The only person who understood you was Kaveh. Your senior in the Akademiya, your dearest friend, dare you say, one of the only two reasons you even cared about moving on.
The doctor said it developed late, and escalated too quickly. Eleazar, truly a despicable thing. It robbed you of not only vitality, but every remaining joy in life.
Thankfully you'd waited until after submitting your final thesis paper before paying a visit to the Bimarsitan. And if it hadn't been for an episode of a severe seizure, you would've never told anyone. Alas, things never truly go the way you ever plan them to. Despite having overthought every single situation and scenario. Currently you laid on one of the many hospital beds inside the Bimarsitan, bleak white walls stare back at your hollow eyes. It really can't get any worse. You practically feel the ground trembling with their stampeding footsteps rushing straight for where you lay, on what would inevitably become your deathbed. There's a momentary calm, before the door is opened and your only two friends step inside.
You really didn't want to look at them right now. The coldness you felt in your heart was making you bitter, but your soul was one too gentle to freeze over the way the rest of you did. Tired, hollow eyes, blink before fluttering to meet glassy carmines and bronze rimmed emeralds. Kavehs hands are instantly wrapped around your frail, smaller ones. He was panting still, from his sprint. You don't doubt that he ran across the whole of sumeru city just to check up on you. Alhaitham just behind him is no better, much worse infact. He's trembling, his gloved hands shake so violently, that even his clenched fists fail to hide his fear.
I'm sorry, you croak, and the blonde immediately shushes you, brushing your bangs away from you face, cupping your cheeks. Tears rimming his eyes give no warning before they drip and tumble down his cheeks, warm and yet so very coldly on yours.
The evening is quiet, save for Kaveh's silent yet heartbreaking and cries, and Haitham's hushed sniffles. They were your only family. The only people you knew in this world. This vast, ever changing, cruel and unkind world.
They tried to lighten the mood, made some improper jokes, bantered as they usually would, ranted about their days, spilled some sizzling tea about their peers and colleagues. Anything and everything to try and take your mind off of the pain you were undoubtedly in. Yet all their efforts were in vain, not a single smile reached your hollowing eyes. They could practically feel your life slipping away from between their fingers.
You'd been sick for a very long time. Since your childhood infact. And it was Alhaitham's grandmother who took in a homeless infant in the neighborhood. You and Haitham grew up together, his interests bled into yours and soon enough you followed his footsteps to the akademiya. But never once did he ever intend to leave you behind. Always looked back at you, holding out his hand to help you, bringing you back down to reality when the demons in your mind grew a little too big.
It was Haitham that introduced you to Kaveh, and the two of you instantly clicked. Finding a familiar sense of home in one another. The three of you, the best and brightest the akademiya had seen in recent years, were inseparable. Alas, here came the seperating.
Eleazar would divide you, tearing away your life and half of their souls.
Kaveh reminds you every other second that this isn't your fault, that you are powerless to the universe's doing. Nature wishes you to return, become the last star to complete your constellation. The good ones go the fastest, they say. At that you wished you'd committed some atrocities. Something, anything to rid you of this perpetual cloud of misfortune.
Each day you spent at the Bimarsitan, every night they bod you goodbye, they risked it being the last. It got to the point that Kaveh refused to leave your hospital room. Bringing his work and his papers to you, keeping you company as he worked. That only fuelled the other to do the same, only to be kicked out by the nurses when visiting hours ended.
Finally, came the day that even opening your eyes was proving to be a challenge. Kaveh and Haitham sat on either side of your bed, both holding one of your hands, softly cooing your name, begging you to come back to them, open your eyes one last time.
"Please don't leave just yet," he sniffled, kissing your knuckles, pressing his cheek to your palms, "I'm not ready to let you go,"
Tears cascade down your pale cheeks, stopping only at your chapped lips. Your broken, laboured breathes finally begin to diminish,
Finally, an end to your pain. An end to your suffering. All this time in the world and what for? Dying miserably at the hands of a disease in your youth, almost immediately after graduating? You didn't even get to fall in love. Never confessed your feelings, never had your first kiss, never got married, never got to know the joys of having your own family, of becoming a parent.
"Please don't give up," an unfamiliar, gentle voice begs. Your tired eyes blearily open, and you see a wraith of a child at the foot of your bed. White hair streaked with deep forest green, clover-like eyes sparkling and bright. "Y/n, please don't give up!" Tears line her eyes.
"Lo..." You mumble, startling your mourning friends, "Lord- Kusa... nali..?"
Kaveh and Haitham both panick at that, fearing the worst, believing that your truly going for good now. They stand up, Haitham running for the doctor and Kaveh frantically pleading for you to stay.
"I can lend you my power, you will heal Y/n," she says. The ringing in your ears drowns out every other, the only thing you feel is scalding numbness. "But you must have the will to survive,"
'I have no will to survive,' was at the tip of your tongue, but then- what about Kaveh and Haitham? Who would cook their meals to make sure they ate, wake them up on time so they aren't late for important meetings, break up their petty, childish squabbles and negotiate peace? Who would Kaveh spill his work tea to? Who would Haitham rant about student papers to? Who would help them heal their past when all you're doing is leaving fresh wounds?
"I-" you choke, coughing uncontrollably, "I want..." You wheeze, screwing your eyes shut, using the last of your strength, "to live."
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Tingles ✨
al haitham x (shy, nerdy and introverted) reader
warnings: explicit content, yandere elements, implied noncon exhibitionism, high key self indulgent, wrote this with the urge to touch grass
al haitham brainrot at 7 in the evening cause my head refuses to think of anything else (except diluc, he's a constant in my mind and heart <3)
i've read it somewhere on tumblr; (yandere) al haitham with a shy, nerdy and introverted reader. while the fluff made my heart melt, i can't stop thinking about the other end of the spectrum. (please let me know if you find that post).
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al haitham, who finally gets frustrated of seeing the way everyone treats you and slowly starts slipping near you whenever he can, sending actual glares to everyone who dares approach you.
al haitham, who slowly starts asking you for help with his work when he notices you starting to panic a bit when no one approaches you for help anymore.
al haitham, the one who never concentrated on his surroundings when he was immersed into a book, now can't think of anything other than how your lips look wrapped around the tip of a pencil when you try to concentrate.
al haitham, who finally gives into his own urges to push the strand of hair that has been disturbing you since a few minutes, behind your ear, freezing as he notices you stiffen.
al haitham, who somewhat regrets blurting out his confession (in the most monotonous voice possible by a human being) the second you run out of the library. the regret that turns into pure exhilaration the next day, when you approach him with the request to give you some time.
minors do not interact!
al haitham, who waits months before getting an affirmative reply, taking it as his cue to kiss you on your lips - waiting to do it since the day his eyes landed on the pencil that was stuck between them.
al haitham, who finally gets to be the only one to taste your tea and witness your small, adorable smiles whenever you receive a compliment.
al haitham, who refuses to let you get up from his lap even if all the seats beside you are empty.
al haitham, whose hands start to wander once you get comfortable with his touch. they reach the most obscure places one can imagine, while his head too turns into a huge gutter.
al haitham, who is addicted to kissing with you on top of him, locking your hands behind your back with one of his own, while the other caresses your (chubby) cheek.
al haitham, who absolutely loves you take you on the corner of your shelf in the library, whispering assurances in your ear that no one is watching, even when he knows that someone is.
mostly just al haitham, who treats you like the most valuable book in a collection of rare ones.
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Alhaitham is a terrible husband, and he's completely oblivious to that fact. He isn't affectionate, isn't very communicative, his sarcastic personality sometimes even makes him cringe with how passive aggressive he comes off unintentionally, and worst of all, he doesn't even know how to interact with you. Like, at all.
As per tradition, you and Alhaitham were arranged for one another. His mom having met your mom and you at some social event, proceeding to introduce you to eachother, and after much convincing, waiting and emotional blackmailing by both of y'alls moms, both of you consent, and got married.
Alhaitham believes you are an angel sent to him by celestia, an absolute blessing, (his mom thinks you're an awkward lil bean). You don't pry into his affairs, you maintain a respectful distance, you don't disrupt his space or meddle with his work, don't nag or interfere. The only thing you do ask is how long he'll be gone and when you can expect him back home, and he is literally so grateful for your respect for his boundaries. But he knew deep down that, this is not how it's supposed to be.
You cook, you clean, you look after the house, tend to his plants, do the laundry, do the grocery- everything. You even stopped working and pursuing your research at the Spantamand darshan to be a dedicated housewife, and yet, Alhaitham has yet to even touch you. You're practically housemates that split the responsibilities. Him being the breadwinner and you being... Everything else.
Thats not very married couple of you two.
It was soon to be your six month anniversary, and both of you are still virgins. Apparently it didn't really bother you, so he never gave it a second thought. But oh boy did it bother you. Alhaithams mom is his total opposite, while her son is aloof and standoffish, she's a social butterfly, with a huge social circle mind you. As such she often invites you to join her at her dawats, introducing her beautiful and intelligent daughter-in-law with her chin up and hands on her hip. You can tell how proud she is to have you as part of her family and it really warms your heart, what doesn't however, is the aunties in her circle and their very invasive, very personal questioning. The most popular questions being 'Have you planned your honeymoon yet?' and worst of all, 'When are you having children?'
If you got one Mora, for each time an auntie asked you that question, you would've had a whole research grant by now, and it's both frustrating and infuriating. One, because you can't straight up tell people you're a virgin, that's a private affair and not something you're comfortable talking about, secondly, your husbands reputation is your reputation. Meaning you got no choice but to subtly, not so subtly manipulate and change the subject everytime it pops up. And it pops up a lot.
And what really pisses you off, was when those aunties own married daughters flaunt their blossoming romantic relationships with their husbands, and recount each and every romantic endeavour in such explicit detail, if you hadn't practiced your customer service face in your akademiya days, your non existent relationship would've been exposed in an instant. For once your exceptional lying skills are coming in handy. And your mom thought that one course in Drama and Theater was useless. Hmph.
But you're not so upset with your husband as you are with yourself. Like, yes, he should express some interest in you, emotionally or physically, bruh any kind of interest really but, you know Alhaitham is standoffish and likes to keep to himself, and so you don't expect a man like him to change overnight, but what's worse is, you have absolutely no courage, to voice any of this. He's asked on multiple occasions how your experience was on such dawats, even expressed his concern on the topic of aunties and their very invasive questions, but you felt so awkward and out of place when trying to address it, that you ended up glossing everything over entirely.
You're just that shy.
And it's led to a lot of misunderstandings between you two. You're not used to being touched. It's a foreign thing, physical affection, heck you don't even know how to properly recieve a compliment. Mama raised a humble lil princess after all. A little too humble.
In your first week, Alhaitham and you were settling on a schedule and as you were discussing it, you were making breakfast. Your husband comes up behind you, and reaches for a cup in the cabinet above your head, and the way you flinched upon sensing his presence behind him lowkey concerned him but he seemed to brush it off. After that, he was mindful to keep some distance between you both, enough to not startle you anymore.
It infuriated you.
Alhaitham on the other hand, was none the wiser. For a man so sharp and intelligent, he's dense as fuck. Completely misses your longing gaze, absolutely oblivious to your hints and frustratingly deaf to your melancholic sighs.
You're patient, but human. And your patience has reached it's limit.
-
You like to hum, Alhaitham noted. You like singing basically, but since you move around a lot you end up just humming more than singing. When you're washing the dishes, putting up the laundry, ironing the clothes or just relaxing, you like to hum. And it's something he actually looks forward to listening to. You have a melodic voice with a unique timbre, not to mention your control over your pitch is remarkable. He's never voiced it before, but he's fond of your humming and singing. It makes his quiet house just a tad bit livelier.
It let's him know what kind of mood you're in. If you're hyper, energetic or happy, you do a little dance while working, humming something fast paced and upbeat, when your tired you stick to jazzy and slower songs. He's yet to see you sad or anything of the like, and honestly, he'd like to keep it that way.
You like spicy food. He's noticed the pattern in your cooking. You can't live without meat and something has to be spicy. Your cooking is something Alhaitham actually brags about to his colleagues. Particularly, to Kaveh. How you manage to make a delicacy while leaving the kitchen a disaster, he'll never know, but whatever you cook up in that abysmal pit of a kitchen, is heavenly. He's a little shy to admit it but, Alhaitham likes your cooking more than his own mother's. Your hand just seems to have a tad bit more flavor, and your recipes conform to his taste palette perfectly. Even better than when he makes it himself.
You're a total clutz. Alhaitham is a stoic man, never one to express emotion or any semblance of a humane response to anything, but one quick thought of your clumsy little self has him stifling a laugh. The quiet but pitchy yelps and sounds when you trip, the monotone and delayed 'ow's to perceived pain, the bewildered look on your face when you zone out. He finds it kind of cute.
So the sight before him is... Less then pleasant, it leaves a strange an unsettling bubble in his gut, erupting violently the longer he stands there staring at you.
You're quiet, too quiet. Your usually dazed expression is eerily blank, the sparkle in your eyes is nowhere to be seen and for the first time he feels a frightening chill go up his spine.
You're furious.
Grumbling under your breath, glaring intensely off to the side, jaw clenched and fists curled on the table top.
Alhaitham had just gotten back from the akademiya, contemplating if he should close the door or just leave and come back home later. Unfortunately for him the wooden door swings shut on its own, closing with a resound thud, he flinched at the sound and quickly diverts his eyes back on you.
He watched you suck a in deep breath, shake your head and slowly turn around. Shooting him a smile he was familiar with, one that would welcome him home everyday and he'd mindlessly greet back. Witnessing your tiny outburst from a moment before has him contemplating how often you fake a smile towards him.
"Welcome home," you greet pleasantly, standing a few steps away, holding your hands out expectantly, but he continues to stare at you dumbly. You blink up at him, pursing your lips while eyeing his coat, hoping he'd get a hint but he seems to be dazed. Alhaitham eyes you skeptically and folds his coat over his own arm, acknowledging your greeting with a nod and simply walks around you to the sofa.
You let out a quiet and deep breath, withdrawing your hands as you cast your eyes down and turn away, stalking back to the kitchen.
"Please go wash up, dinner is almost ready." You say quietly, and immediately busy yourself with work, not sparing him another glance.
Alhaitham stares at you from where he stood, all he could see was a bit of your side profile and your back and he wonders how many times you've controlled yourself from such outbursts because of him. The uncomfortable bubble from before comes back with a vengeance and his brows furrow, something is surely up with you. He let's out a quiet breath and opts to washup before contemplating on this thought any further.
You're quiet. No humming, singing, little happy food dances, cute hums or anything. You sit in absolute silence and it's unsettling.
You were quiet by nature, not speaking much but the lack of sound from you almost makes him feel like you're not even there. Footsteps lighter then cats feet, ambling about the house, completing the remainder of your chores soundlessly. Finally having enough of your haunting presence, Alhaitham corners you in the bedroom. You stood over the foot of the bed, folding the freshly washed and iron clothes to put away in the closet when Alhaitham calls your name softly, closing the bedroom door behind him as he approached, still maintaining a few steps of distance.
"Is something the matter? Did something happen?" He asks with his signature blank stare. And for some reason it irks you more than usual. Still, you reign in your emotions and plaster on a soft smile, "No? Why do you ask?"
An uncomfortable silence settles between you both, and you opt to just go back to what you were doing. Your husband on the other hand is unconvinced.
"I ask because you're clearly upset." He pressed, coming closer to halt you in your folding. You immediately take a step back, turning to face him fully, quirking a brow up at him. "So?" You deadpan, blankly staring up at him.
"So, tell me about it, perhaps I can be of assistance,"
You snort at that, struggling to withhold your sarcastic laughter, rolling your eyes you pick up the folded pile and stalk over to the laundry. "You can't," you answer bluntly, "It's beyond your physical capabilities." You mumble bitterly under your breath.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks, annoyed. Crossing his arms over his chest, he narrowed his eyes at you. "Do be specific,"
You huff, slamming the closet door shut. "It means, you are of no use in solving my source of melancholy. In short, you can't help so leave me alone." Just as you're about to storm out of the room he grabs you by the elbow and jerks you to a stop, you almost spun around and attacked him but he grabs your other arm as well, holding you uncomfortably close and still. You stiffen at the proximity, staring like a deer caught in headlights.
Alhaitham takes a deep breath before calmly attempting to converse with you again.
"That is your opinion, but-" he sternly cuts you off before you could interrupt him, "I would appreciate if you explained the situation. I may not be able to help directly but perhaps we can reach a solution."
Alhaitham eases his grip on your forearms when you lower your gaze and loosen up in his hold. You're quiet again, but he decided to be patient, that's all that you've been with him so far, it's only fair that he returns sentiment. It's tense, the tension palpable as he waits for you to speak or respond at all. He stiffens the slightest bit when you grab hold of his sash, "... you're the problem," you mumble, and he quirks a brow, peeved but intrigued.
"Oh?"
"Yeah," you confirm quietly, sniffling afterwards. "You're so... So..."
He waits for you to recollect yourself, gaze softening the more he listens to your hushed sniffles and hiccups, "So cold and distant. I feel more like a servant than a wife-" you raise your eyes and your expression hurts him more than he'd care to admit. "Do you not like me? Am I that undesirable to you?" Upon finishing your sentence you break down into full blown sobs and Alhaitham feels like shit. "If you like someone else I could talk to auntie-"
"It's nothing like that." He cuts you off firmly, his hesitant fingers afraid to startle you, but the way you lean into his hand when he cups your cheek, it gives him confidence. To wipe your tears, curl his arm around your waist, and for the first time since you got married, your husband holds you.
"Who put such ridiculous notions in your head?" He asks quietly.
"you did," you answer bluntly, wrapping your arms around his waist, holding him like you cuddle up to your pillow at night.
"...I apologize,"
-
Alhaitham is soft for you. Uncharacteristically kind, gentle and complacent. He'd do whatever you ask of him, that's the respect you've earned with your seemingly unending patience in the beginning of your relationship.
His mother says that you have him wrapped around your pinkie, tighter than even she did and you merely chuckle. You suffered quite some bitter loneliness and sadness to achieve this kind of relationship with your husband, but thinking on it now, you prefer the way things played out. Alhaitham respects you, but now he appreciated you even more. Ever since the two of you actually started talking, conversing, sharing your thoughts, ideas, intrusive thoughts, likes, dislikes- you feel so much closer to him. And the best part, it makes giving and receiving affection so much less awkward.
"You came with your husband today?" The dawat aunties asked with their eyes bulging out of their sockets at the appearance of the stoic and nearly impossible to track scribe and acting grand sage.
"I was curious what kept my lovely wife occupied so frequently, so I decided to tag along," he answers for you, curling his fingers around your waist followed by a chaste kiss on your cheek. You giggle at him and the aunties balked at the blatant display of affection. "Is this seriously what you chose over a day in bed?" He grumbles into your ear, disgusted at the number of people at the gathering, sticking himself as close to you as physically possible. You cringe a little at him, "Trust me if your mom hadn't specifically asked me to be here I would rather be out cold under the duvet right now," the two of you stifle your chortles and straighten up when Alhaithams mom brings over some guests to introduce to you both.
So yeah, Alhaitham was a terrible husband. But you did a horrible job of seducing him as well, still, here you are, wrapped in each other's embrace as he reads you a book on mechanics and structural engineering. Poking and pinching your cheek like a stress ball as he tried to explain the concept one more time.
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"Oh? What is this?" Malleus raised a perfectly shaped brow, the corner of his lips curling up into a sly smile. You giggle, keeping your head dipped and back arched and hand still expectantly held out.
"Oh my dear prince I'm sure you know," you muse.
Malleus let's our a hearty, jovial laugh, wide enough to showcase his sharp fangs and crinkle his eyes cutely from the corners. Neon hues glinting in the dim light of the moon. The prince places his gloved hand in yours and you straighten up, curling your small dainty fingers with his much larger hand. You crane your neck up to look him in the eye and giggle, which turns into a chortle at his confused but smiley face. Soon enough you're cackling while slow dancing at his dopey expression.
"Do explain what you find oh so amusing," he says through a pout, visibly sulking at your lack of response that isn't a laugh.
"Mhmm, forgive me my darling but you're just too adorable."
Malleus's heart just released millions of butterflies and now their beating through his veins. His eyes ease up and a gentle smile grows instead. He eases his hands out of your grip and in an instant spins you around and dips you down. You yelp and grab onto his collar for dear life, unexpectedly tugging him down closer, startled and thrown off balance the two of you tumble down to the grass rather unceremoniously.
After a beat of silence your giggles break the stifling midnight chill, as you roll on top of him, legs on either side of his hips and you settled on his lower abdomen. Instinctually his hands shoot up to grab your hips and he stares at you with neon orbs as wide as saucers. You giggle at his flabbergasted expression and lower down, smushing your cheek against his chest and continue to laugh at the situation as you recount how you two landed where you are.
You laughs die down and you hum, staring fondly into his eyes, listening to his heart beat. It's beating fast and hard against his ribcage, and yet knowing that you're the reason, you relax on top of him. Tired eyes growing wearier and wearier, of course he noticed right away. Removing the offensive gloves, he places his bare hand against your cheek, webbing his fingers through your hair.
"Sleep my love, tomorrow will be a new, better day."
"Hmm... Only if you're the first face I see..." You mumble sleepily, eyes drooping breath slowing.
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Your Name, Salvation
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Kimetsu No Yaiba x f!reader
Synopsis: you got isekai'd and now you can't leave until you fulfill your intended purpose. In return, once you've completed the task assigned, you may recreate this world as you wish and enter or leave as you please.
Pairings: Hashiras + Demons x reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, OP reader, romance, gore, violence, severe canon divergence, fighting, mentions of violence, head slicing, madness, mentions of abuse, trauma, curse/swear words(you and nemi), blood, head slicing, decapitating, yandere themes, stalker-ish behaviour, NSFW MDI
Prologue:
Chilly winds wafting through dewy forest leaves held a tenderness about it, a touch faint and ghostly but ever present. Lingering in the warmth it causes to surge forth under your skin, the blood beneath the flushed surface racing in exhilaration. A katana clutched in your novice, unpracticed and tiny hands, heart pounding fiercely in your chest as your bare feet trudge through the unforgiving winter snow, leaving in your wake a trail of dissipating warmth and the repugnant stench of sorrow. Saline crystals trailing your cheeks as hollow eyes peer unfazed into the oblivion ahead.
Naught but the howling of winds to obscure your sorrowful wails and pained cries, alas that too, soon died and you stumbled brokenly into a clearing. The last of your strength now fading as your small and cold body shuddered and shivered. On the horizon you see the first beam of dawn, hope igniting in your soul, yet your vessel had reached its limit. Your raised leg lands on soft and turbulent snow, losing balance and you topple forward. Limbs laying limply by your side, surrendered to the cruel elements. Heat and pain pool in your chest, the puddle of blood growing, spreading its dreadful colors to the sinless cold snow. There's a call in the distance, a soft murmur, a beckoning lullabye. The urge to succumb is oh so tempting, springing tears to your dried, tired eyes. Fortune has seen your efforts and salvation finds you, in the form of warm, large and callus hands, yanking you out of the snow and curling your tiny, frostbitten form close to their chest, wrapping their cape around you, holding you close to the core of themself.
Warmth, that isn't your own. How unfamiliar.
You still clutch onto your katana for dear life, refusing to let go, and your savior pays no mind as they hurry through the storm, out of the grueling weather and into haven.
You awaken to warmth, softness and calm. A perfect stillness that causes your blood pressure to spike and alarm to course through your veins. Eyes snapping open, you groggily and slowly sit up, immediately registering the ache in your limbs and dull pulsing pain in your chest. Scanning the humble room you were in, you spot your katana laying undamaged by your side, and your hand instinctively reaches out to grab it, holding it firmly in your lap, staring intensely at the scabbard. A few moments of silence pass by, not a thought between your eyes as you stare unblinkingly at the weapon. The sound of birds chirping draws your attention, you gingerly lift your head, turning to the side to stare out the open shoji at the small garden. Morning light illuminating the Wisteria trees, tall and daunting, lining the walls like a form of barricade. The sight of them puts you at ease, your hand unconsciously reaching for the back of your neck where your mark lies, burned into your skin. You should be thankful for it, it saved your life after all.
"You're awake," said a voice.
Still staring out the garden, you acknowledge the presence with a slow nod. The voice belonged to a tall, grown man. With a wild and bright mane the color of the sun with streaks of orange. Eyes sharp and intense as he observes you. Despite never having met him, the stranger spurs a wave of uncanny nostalgia.
"Kyo?" You meekly call, turning to look at him, unsure where that name came from but wanting to confirm if the familiarity was mutual. The stranger stiffens at the call, "No, my name is Shinjuro. Rengoku Shinjuro,"
You stare at the stranger, he's familiar, so familiar it makes you nauseous.
"Ren..." You purr softly, testing the name in your lips as if recalling a broken memory, alas nothing comes to mind, "..goku?"
What does come, instead is a stream of tears. The man is alarmed, reaching out for you but not approaching you anymore, he calls for you softly, pleas for you to not cry, reassures you that you're safe. Yet all his reassurance does is make you cry harder.
Wisteria carries a sense of calmness. The soft lilac color of the tender flowers brings you peace and unspoken reassurance. You stop to stare at them for a moment before turning back, starting on your journey once more. The man, Rengoku Shinjuro, promised to accompany you back home, as he'd found you on your way close to the wisteria mansion.
"It's close," you murmur quietly, eyes pinned to the path, katana clutched tightly in both your tiny hands as you lead the way. "My home."
The man tried to pry information out of you, of your name, your acquaintance, your hometown. Yet you couldn't recall a shred of information. Whatever he'd ask, you'd answer with a hesitant and sorrowful, 'I don't know,' it didn't help that each time you answered you looked that much closer to another meltdown, eventually he decided to stop trying to pry and instead simply accompany you.
"Do you have a family?" He asks quietly, staring down at your tiny form. One of your small hands is curled around his index finger, holding tightly, small and stubby legs trying their best to keep up with his pace, he slowed down a little for you at that.
Your other hand, clutching the katana you kept pressed to your chest, tightened around the scabbard, and for once you answer with absolute certainty, "Yes," lifting your gaze from the beaten trail to lay it upon the bright path ahead, "Big and kind family. Everyone is so gentle," you start slowly, mumbling names under your breath. He didn't quite catch half of the names you said as they were mostly nicknames, but knowing you had so many people to go back to gave him a sense of relief.
The path ahead was familiar. Eerily so, and only until you reach the gate does Rengoku halts you, asking you for confirmation, "Are you sure?" He asked in mild scepticism, cautious. You could see his fingers twitching, ready to reach for his blade, but you reassure him, "Ubuya said, his home is my home. So... Yes,"
His eyes widen at the name, and you casually just stroll into the estate, eyes trailing over the familiar gardens as your search for a familiar dark haired man. Upon sighting him on the engawa, you light up, hope burning once again in your heart, and for once with actual vigor and life, you call his name loudly. The man, startled at the sudden call, turns his head in your direction just as you launch yourself at him. Shaking, quivering, clutching his hakama as fresh tears roll down your cheeks.
"Ubuyashiki," you mumble, "Where did everyone else go? Why was the estate empty, why did you-" you lift your head from his lap to look up at him and stop in your tracks. Your breath hitches in your throat, horror striking through your orbs as you immediately withdraw.
"You're not... Ubuya..." You mumble in disbelief, painfully gripping your katana in one hand, and your kimono in the other. "You look like Ubuya but... You're so small,"
The man, or rather, boy, breaks out of his stupor and blinks at you. Scanning you from head to toe, registering your shocked, terrified and scared eyes. He eyes the Flame hashira kneeling behind you, his intense eyes also fixated on you. It takes him a moment, but then recognition flashes in Kagaya's eyes.
He softly coos your name, and your breath hitches in your throat. His soft, pale hand reaches out for you, staying seated still at the engawa. "Welcome home, Y/n. I've been waiting an awfully long time for you," he says gently.
You're hesitant, taking a few steps back, eyeing him warily, and he understands, and nods to himself, reaching into his kimono to pull out what looked like a chain attached to a trinket. Upon landing your eyes on the trinket, your eyes sparkle, "Is that Yorii's?" You mumble, automatically stumbling towards him. "Yes," he answers, "He left it for you."
You reach the engawa, but struggle to climb up, eliciting a chuckle from the boy who helps you up, and you crawl closer to him, presenting your katana before him. Inspecting your katana reveals a hook on the guard, empty and waiting. Kagaya clips the chain onto the hook, and you lift the katana to stare at it. You stare, and stare and stare, as if oblivious to the world around you. Brought back to reality by the fresh warm tears dripping down your cheeks.
Kagaya gently calls your name, drawing your hollow, tired eyes to meet his, "Can you show me your mark?" He asks politely, brushing his thumb over your tiny knuckles. You stare at him for a minute, before relenting. Turning around where you sat beside him, you pull your hair away from your neck, displaying the mark. Kagaya's fingers hover over it for the briefest moment before he asks your to turn back around and gently embraced your tiny body, repeating softly into your hair, "Welcome home,"
-
Pain was part of life, you knew that. But knowing and accepting are two very different things. It takes a few days, but you finally awaken from the dazed state you'd been in for the past few days since arriving at the Ubuyashiki mansion. When you'd finally regained consciousness and control, the first thing you did was freak out.
'How the heck and why the heck am I STILL in demon slayer??' was your first thought as you proceed to mockingly rip your hair out. Muzan killed you once already, that should have woken you up. As if struck by reality, your hand reaches to your chest, placed directly over where your heart should be. Pressing down on the flesh you find it still beating beneath the surface. But how's that possible?? You remember clearly, his bloody scarlet eyes, his pale ass hand was through your chest! Shaking your head side to side, you snap yourself out of those thoughts.
Somehow, after all this time in Demon slayer, even after supposedly dying twice, you're still here. Noting how you've shrunk into the body of a child you wonder if this is truly still a dream.
'Its not you dumbass! For the love of God please just understand this already,' spoke a familiar voice in your head. The wraith, or soul of the person whose body your in said. 'You are very much here and alive. You have purpose!' she yelled.
'WHAT PURPOSE!?' You yell back in your head, 'This is Tanjiro's era, he's gonna kill Muzan in this era. I don't even need to do anything!'
'And what about the witch, huh?' sarcastically replied the voice, 'The weird ass demonic lady that dropped into this world outta nowhere along with you. Whose gonna get rid of her? She's already tampered with the timeline enough, are you seriously just gonna ignore her?'
Oh, yeah. That's right. You landing in Demon slayer messed up the storyline of the original anime, BAD. So instead of just Muzan, now theres Muzan and his demonic accomplice, a lady who is dead set on killing you, it's like she has a vendetta against you personally, and she really doesn't hold back on making your life miserable. None the less, you'd decided to do something to alter the fate of demon slayer cast in your first life in this anime, and no way in hell are you about to give up in your favourite cast!
With a sigh you stand up from the engawa, clutching your sword tightly. You'd managed to save quite a few lives in your last attempt before Muzan killed you, but unfortunately you weren't able to stop Michikatsu from joining the bloody bastard Muzan fricking Kibutsuji. Just thinking about him is making you want to punch the retard in the face. How dare he invade your insides, YOUR HEART CHAMBER NO LESS, what did he even do with it? Chuck it aside? The audacity of that stupid manchild. Clenching your fist and your teeth in fury, your practically malding as the events slowly come back to you.
That bastard and his side chick are gonna pay. You fume, And this time, I'm the one whose gonna do the taking from him.
Let's accomplish some facts shall we? Let's see, I'm in the body of an infant, a child apparently eight or nine years of age. Shinjiro is the flame hashira at the moment, and Kagaya is hardly a teenager. If I'm not wrong, Tanjiro should have just been born about now, meaning the story is just about to begin. You've got twelve years to train and grow up, locate Tanjiros house and get to it before Muzan escapes. If you can kill him there, that'll make everyone's life easier.
Grabbing your katana from beside your futon you step out of your room, slipping on your shoes, making your way to the garden. First of all, you need to get this tiny body in shape. No way your tiny inexperienced lungs can handle any form of breathing right now. Making your way out of Ubuyashiki's mansion, you rush out towards the forest nearby, let's test this body out shall we?
-
You ultimately came to the conclusion that you are in fact, NOT ready for a fight. Your heart for one is considerably weaker than your previous life. Your lungs are surprisingly fine though. Fortunately, when Yoriichi taught you his sun breathing, he kept your frail body in mind and taught you how to utilise your lungs without straining your heart.
Bless you, Yoriichi. You sweet sweet potato, imma kiss you the next time I see you.
Your katanas weight is familiar, so thankfully adjusting to the huge ass blade isn't really a problem for you, despite how long it is compared to your tiny body, it's easily twice you're size, but once you grow up it'll be just perfect.
And so begins your solitary training to try and regain your previous physical form.
From your previous two lives in this world, you've noticed that the only time the wench (second person to alter this world aside from you) is actually active is around the same time as you. That must mean both of you are linked in some way. In your previous life, it took her about three to four years to actively start interfering with the events of the plot, while in your first life you only encountered her a couple of times, and that was at least a decade after you'd become part of this world. If you two are linked, and she becomes active after you regain consciousness, then that means she'll take significantly less time to reawaken this time. Since you suck at math, but have a strong gut, you'll guess that you have about two to three years before she'll start hunting for you again. You'll keep the lower bar, two years.
You have two years to get into shape and get back to work, otherwise, the lives of your favourite characters is at stake. With that thought in mind, you begin training.
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ruayiri · 1 year
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Yall please listen to malleus humming cuz i got goosebumps
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ruayiri · 1 year
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In physical pain rn ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽
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NOTES: i love you all 😊🫶
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NOTES -> yn opened twitter bc new year and awards ceremony -> also did anyone notice what yn was drinking HAHAHA -> losing my soul as we speak (i hate hurting them :"D) -> the pain i felt for the 2nd to the last pic </3 he was about to send it too 🥹
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ruayiri · 1 year
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What a rollercoaster good lord
Jealousy | Izuku Midoriya
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pairing: izuku Midoriya x fem reader
summary: Izuku was never a jealous man but when he starts to hear certain comments, he can't help that feeling that wells up from deep in his chest.
warnings: not sure, I'm more asleep than awake. Maybe a bit of Mirio yandere.
wc: +3.8k
a/n. English is not my first lenguage.
y/h/n: your hero name.
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You and Izuku started dating when you finished school. Both became professional heroes and their relationship flowed wonderfully.
Izuku would have loved for you to work at his agency but you mentioned that you didn't want the relationship to interfere with your work so somehow, you ended up working alongside Mirio Togata. Better known as Lemillion.
Deku was very happy for you. Mirio was a great hero and he trusted him to watch your back during missions.
It was like that for four years. Izuku had been thinking of proposing to you but he still couldn't find the perfect ring and he was so meticulous and perfectionist that he was also looking for the right place and time.
However, one day an email arrived on his laptop. It did not say who the sender was but the content of the email was a link to a blog.
He normally would ignore such emails but there was something that made him uneasy. Before the link there was a short message that said: it seems that very soon you could lose your girlfriend.
He started the blog, it was kind of like a superhero gossip page. Izuku had heard of that blog, although there were many, this one in particular was very famous.
Everyone knew that you and Deku were a couple and in a stable relationship. Even the Marketing guys loved their relationship. A single photo of the two of you generated many sales, not to mention the interviews.
But then, why was Mirio holding you by the waist like that while greeting the cameras with big smiles? Why did you hug the man's hip and rest your head on his chest with a big smile? Why?
He read the entire note. The blog mentioned something about how they had saved some children from an elementary school that was on fire.
It's true, they both looked tired and you seemed a bit more hurt than Mirio. Surely he was just holding you, but you didn't want to worry the children who admired you and that's why you smiled despite the pain.
But there was also another photo below. One where Mirio carried you in his arms and you hugged him by the neck.
At the end of the note it said something that he didn't like at all.
“We can see the two heroes very close, they even seem like a perfect couple. Could it be that the heroine y/h/n has left Deku to be with Lemillion? Please turn on page notifications to receive all our updates”
The note had been published a little less than half an hour ago.
Deku slammed his laptop shut with such force that he must have broken it. Immediately he took his phone and looked for your contact in the messages, but before he could send you the message, a call from you came in.
He answered immediately.
"Hello bunny" Deku greeted. He never minded showing affection to you in public and he knew that you had blushed. You always did.
“Hello honey” you sounded a bit strange “I'm sorry, I just wanted to let you know that I got hurt today and I'm in the hospital. But don't worry, the doctor will come in a moment and besides, I'm with Mirio"
He frowned. He was always going to worry about your health even if you only broke a nail.
“Was it because of the elementary school thing?” He asked you.
“Um… yes. The school was falling down and there were still children inside. I ran in to get a child out but a piece of roof hurt my leg. I guess I wasn't fast enough."
"I understand. I'll go right away"
"No!" Deku was confused by your sudden yell, he had already stood up but dropped into his seat. You've never yelled at him, not even when you were fighting, “I know you're busy, honey, and I don't want to bother you. How about you pick up some food on your way back home and the two of us have dinner together?”
He sighed in relief.
“Of course, bunny. I'll bring your favorite” he heard you release a giggle.
"Here you go, sweetheart" Deku heard on the other end of the line. Did he hear right? Mirio called you sweetheart? Since when did he do that and why hadn't you told him?
“Oh, thank you very much Mirio. It's just what I needed” you had answered. You had obviously moved the phone away a bit, but he heard clearly.
"Oh, is that Midoriya?" He heard him ask you, but his tone seemed displeased though he couldn't be sure. Maybe he was just tired.
"Yes"
"Say hello from me"
"Mirio says hello" Deku heard you again loud and clear on the speaker "so, I'll see you later. Okay?"
It took him a moment to react.
"Okay, bunny"
What the hell was that feeling that sprouted from her chest? He had never felt this way before. Something like anger and sadness combined.
He sighed tired. He had to return to his work to leave early and go get food for dinner. But right now he needed a new computer.
Deku discovered that you were doing great and that night you didn't seem to have any trouble walking. But what did bother him was that you mentioned that Mirio took you to the house. Not that he hadn't done it before, but this time he annoyed him a little.
He himself would have picked you up at the hospital but an emergency arose and he was unable to leave the office earlier than planned.
But that night you covered him with kisses and you fell asleep in his arms. Everything was fine, they were pure silly ideas that his mind created.
However, that little thorn did not disappear. He began to notice how close you and Mirio seemed to be. The way he made you laugh out of nowhere and how comfortable you seemed to be around him.
He also noticed that it was Mirio who was always approaching you. His big hands were looking for a way to be on your body. Touches here and there, barely noticeable to others. But there they were. Mirio even dared to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear from time to time.
He discovered that that feeling was jealousy. Iida and Uraraka had to explain it to him one afternoon when their paths crossed after a team mission. Deku told them a bit about how he had felt since that incident in elementary school and they did their best to advise his best friend.
“Don't worry Deku” Uraraka told him “y/n loves you very much and she wouldn't be able to do this to you. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding and you should talk to her about how you feel."
"I agree" continued Iida "besides, Togata is a good guy and he knows that you and he are a couple. They are just good friends, plus they work together. It's normal for them to be so close."
That lifted Izuku's spirits. It was true, there was no way you could fool him. Right?
Soon came December 24. They had organized a Christmas gala for all the professional heroes. And of course, the number one hero, Deku, could not be missing.
Normally they would spend Christmas with Izuku's mother and New Years with your family, but this year they decided to try something new and they both agreed to attend the gala.
But in the last week you've been acting really weird. You fell asleep before Izuku got home even though you always expected it. It took you a long time to answer his messages and when you did, they were curt responses.
Also, you no longer filled his face with kisses in the morning. He was trying to get closer to you, but you seemed to be getting further and further away.
What was happening? It wasn't very easy for Izuku to talk about his feelings, he felt that he was a burden to others and although you always listened to him, this time he couldn't find the right words.
"You help me?" Izuku snapped back to reality when he heard your sweet voice.
You were turning your back on him and he understood that you were asking for his help to zip up your dress. That dress made you look beautiful. The fabric adjusted perfectly to each one of your curves and highlighted that cute ass you had. I was dying for the whole world to see you holding his arm. He always liked to show you off and show everyone that you belonged only to him.
Izuku moved closer to you, placing his big hands on your waist and then leaned down a bit to place a kiss on your back. Then another kiss and one more.
"Izu, we'll be late" you reminded him. But the feel of his lips against your skin was just intoxicating.
“Maybe we shouldn't go” he broke away just a little “maybe we can stay here. You and me alone” he caressed your bare skin, you always liked his big warm hands.
You actually liked the idea, but there were a lot of people waiting for them at the gala. Mainly Deku. They had already announced his presence and many reporters would be disappointed if they didn't see him.
"Izu, you know they'll kill us if we don't go"
"Fine" he gave up sadly. Leaving a kiss on your neck.
He moved away from you a bit and zipped up, even though most of your back was visible. You turned around to face him.
"Thank you, honey" you left a quick kiss on his lips before continuing to fix yourself.
Two hours later, they were both at the party. There were quite a few heroes everywhere and a lot of photographers and reporters trying to get an interview or a good photo.
You were hugging Izuku's arm as they walked down the pretty red carpet that would lead them to the building. As soon as they noticed the presence of the number one hero, the cameras turned to you urgently.
Many yelled at them to turn around. Photographers and reporters wanted more of Izuku's attention.
"Hero, Deku" a reporter called out to him and you and Izuku approached her. He was supposed to be nice and give some interviews. Also, that girl was small and seemed very nervous. She was probably new to this whole interview thing.
Izuku was always very nice and it was very rare for him to refuse a photo, an autograph or an interview. Only if he was someone trying to be rude, would he refuse. Otherwise, he would spend hours pleasing his fans.
Fortunately, it was only ten minutes and they both kept walking. Stopping from time to time to have some photos taken. The flash started to hurt your eyes and Deku noticed it immediately so he hurried inside the building where there were no more photographers to bother you.
You smiled at him in thanks as you placed a kiss on his cheeks.
Izuku kept one of his hands in his pants pocket, right where he kept the box that contained the engagement ring that he wanted to give you. He had been carrying it for two weeks. His other hand clung tightly to your waist as they walk across the room and greet his acquaintances.
Only fifteen minutes have passed when Izuku feels you separate from him. You've never done it before, you always tell him first if you want to go to the bathroom or want a new drink, you don't walk away and that's it.
Then he saw that Mirio was coming towards you. Izuku noticed the way your face lit up for a moment when you saw it. He felt his heart break very slowly and painfully.
“Hello guys” greeted Mirio with a beaming smile “wow, y/n, you look gorgeous. And look, your dress is the same color as my tie. As if we were combined” Mirio's voice is enthusiastic. Izuku saw his own tie, it was also the same color as your dress, you yourself had given him that tie for that day.
Deku gagged but tried to smile instead. It was a very awkward smile though.
"Hey, Togata" Izuku calls him "can we talk for a moment alone?"
You looked at your boyfriend curiously.
"Of course, Midoriya" Mirio hugs him by the shoulders.
“I'll be near the snack table,” you advise as both men walk away.
Once Izuku and Mirio are out of the room in a lonely hallway with no prying eyes, Izuku gathers the courage he needs to face Mirio.
"I... I've noticed lately that you and y/n seem much closer."
"Well, I guess" Mirio let out a giggle "we're co-workers and we're also friends"
"The problem" Izuku almost yelled "is that I think… I would like to know. Are you in love with her?"
He was direct but his eyes remained squeezed shut as he clenched his fists.
"Yes" he clearly heard the man's answer "I'm in love with her and I'm also trying to take her away from you"
Izuku's eyes widened in surprise. He noticed that Mirio's eyes seemed darker and scarier. He had never seen it that way.
"What? Why?"
“Well… it's simple if you think about it. You always get everything you want, Midoriya. Everything. And I'm jealous. You stole my number one spot, I was meant to be number one, not you” he was silent for a moment before continuing “y/n is pretty, kind, smart, strong and you don't deserve her. She needs someone better. To someone like me. I want her"
Deku was in complete shock. He really didn't expect such sincerity.
Mirio turned to leave, Izuku unable to move for a long moment. Staring at the ground and clenching his fists tightly from the fury that flooded his veins.
Although in feeling he was rather similar to sadness.
With firm steps he returned to the party where he searched for you with his eyes and quickly found you next to Mirio. The blond man was very close, flirting with you very shamelessly. Although in the eyes of others, Mirio was just being nice. As always.
Izuku moved to your side, sliding a hand down your back and then down your waist to pull you to him. You looked at him curiously.
"Is everything alright, Izu?"
“Perfect, bunny. Can you come with me for a moment?"
"Of course, honey"
You quickly looked at Mirio with a smile to say goodbye to him. Mirio smiled at you too but as soon as you turned around, he tried to kill Izuku with his eyes. However, he preferred not to interfere at that moment, he knew perfectly well that now he had you around his little finger and as soon as he asked you to leave Izuku, that's what you would do.
For years he was brainwashing you, praising you and casting doubt on your relationship. He discovered everything you liked and everything you didn't. What made you happy and what made you sad. He knew all your friends and the names of all your relatives. There was nothing Mirio didn't know about you. He showered you with gifts and small things. He would bring you your favorite coffee every morning and to your favorite restaurant for dinner.
Everything was going as planned. He even tracked down that girl who posted hero gossip and paid her a generous amount of money to start the rumor that you and him were having an affair.
It was only a matter of time before things between you and Deku ended. And so Mirio would have you for himself.
Izuku took you to a clear corridor, the building was quite big so it wasn't difficult to find a solitary and beautiful place. The green haired man took your hands in his very gently, as if he was afraid of hurting you in some way. Although he had never done it.
It might look like a pretty funny and adorable scene, Izuku was probably the strongest man in the world but he treated you with such finesse it was almost unreal. But also very cute.
He looked sad and confused, you didn't understand what was wrong but it was clear something was wrong from the way he frowned at him very deeply.
"Izu?" You called out to him and he looked at you with teary eyes.
"You still love me?" he asked suddenly. You didn't understand where that question was coming from but it was obvious that someone had said something to him to make him feel insecure.
Or was it something you said yourself?
You approached him, letting go of his hands and instead of him you gently took his cheeks. He appreciated the gesture.
"What is that question about?"
He shook his head, he didn't want to say what he thought but at this point, being honest was probably his best option.
“I've noticed… I've noticed that you're closer to Togata. I know they are very good friends but I don't really like how close they have become. I feel like you've left me aside and maybe... maybe you don't want to be with me anymore. I would understand perfectly… well, not really. But I want you to always be very happy and if that means you don't want to be by my side…” you silenced him with a kiss.
"I love you more than anything in the world, Izuku" you told him with total sincerity "I don't love anyone but you. Also… I know I've been a bit distant lately but it's because… well…” you looked at the ground.
"What is it, bunny?" He encouraged you to continue and they exchanged positions, this time it was Izuku who held your cheeks and your hands remained on his hips.
“I had been having some ailments” you explained “and at first I thought maybe it was a cold or something related to some mission but a few days ago I went to the doctor because I felt very dizzy. And well… she said that I’m pregnant” your cheeks turned red. You were very happy but you couldn't be sure if Izuku would be too.
They had never had a serious conversation about having children. Deku was at the height of his career and maybe having children wasn't part of his plans right now. You did want it, no matter what. Even if Izuku didn't want it, you would have your baby.
But something happened that you wouldn't have expected in a million years.
Izuku knelt down and showed you a beautiful ring. His eyes shone with tears and something else. Something akin to happiness and longing.
"Marry me please"
You looked at him stunned. Was this real? Was Izuku really asking you to marry him? Tears welled up in your eyes, you couldn't describe the happiness that was suddenly surrounding you. Maybe it was the pregnant woman who gave you strong emotions.
"Of course I do" you finally answered.
Izuku smirked and slid the ring onto your finger. Immediately he stood up to kiss your lips and give you a hug. He would have loved to press you hard against his body but he had to be very careful from now on. Even more careful than he already was.
It was after forty minutes (when Izuku stopped crying with happiness), that they both held hands and returned to the party.
The photographers found you in less than a minute, they had been looking for Izuku and no one missed his big dazzling smile and slightly puffy eyes.
In the same way, he did not separate his hand from your waist at any time and you very covertly showed your engagement ring. At that moment no one noticed but you knew that the next day the world would be in chaos when someone noticed the ring around your finger that was not there at the beginning of the night.
Izuku's fans were quite intense and used to notice the little details of the number one hero. What included you. Of course you also had your fans but they were few compared to Izuku's.
The rest of the party was very easy going and fun. Mirio didn't approach you but he saw him talking with Tamaki and Kirishima.
At half past four in the morning, the two were in Izuku's car heading to his home. They both put on their pijamas and prepare to sleep.
They both lay on the bed and you settled into Izuku's chest while he caressed your skin. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep but Izuku kept his eyes open while continuing to make those soft caresses.
He heard his phone ring and, very careful not to disturb you, he reached over to take it. He smiled a little noting that there were a bunch of fan page notifications of him breaking the news or rather, speculating about your engagement ring.
At the beginning of the night you were not wearing it and there were thousands of photos focusing on your hands. Then there were thousands of other photos of your hand with that pretty ring on your ring finger.
One of the pages even showed the price of the ring, which in fact cost a fortune. But that didn't matter to Izuku. He loved to spend his little fortune on you.
There were many pages and photos that were already beginning to talk about the possible marriage between you and Izuku. And they were anxious for an official announcement.
Izuku opened his Instagram and quickly posted a picture of you, showing off the ring on your ring finger. The description said: she said yes.
Izuku turned off his phone so he wouldn't hear the notifications for the rest of the morning and left it on the nightstand. Right away he left a kiss on your head and caressed your cheek.
“Now you will never leave me” he murmured in the dark “you are mine and mine alone. And no one can ever separate us” he placed another kiss on your forehead and finally closed his eyes.
Of course. Getting you pregnant was his first plan, but since you hadn't given him any news and you didn't seem to have normal pregnancy changes, he decided to advance his marriage proposal. But he was pleasantly surprised when you finally told him you were expecting a baby. Everything was going according to plan. Even better.
He could only imagine how upset Mirio would be at that moment. He could never take you away from him.
You belonged to Izuku and no one else.
↬ written by Novaawayne
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