#moon writes hq

[whisperofwonder]

Continuation of this

fem!reader x Kuroo Tetsurou

You smile at your reflection in the mirror as your maid of honor tucks one wayward strand of hair back into your updo. In less than an hour, you'll be walking down the aisle. You wonder what Tetsurou's face will look like when he sees you. You wonder if he'll cry. He'd insisted he wouldn't, but, well.

"You look so gorgeous!" One of your bridesmaids breathes, and truthfully, you'd have to agree with her. The hair dresser and makeup artist have worked their magic, and you'd found the absolute perfect dress. Now, all that's left is to wait until the ceremony begins.

Your friends' fawning over you is interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Yes?" Your maid of honor moves to stand by the closed door, hand hovering over the handle.

"Babe," The voice belongs to none other than your soon-to-be husband, and you instinctively cross your arms over your front, even though the door is still firmly closed. He can't see you before the wedding!

"I need you to tie my tie!" You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"You know how to tie a tie," You call back carefully. "Just do it yourself!"

"But you always tie my tie." His voice is the next thing to a whine.

You sigh. "Where's Kenma?" Surely his best man didn't allow this. You wonder how he managed to slip away.

"Kenma is 'sick of my shit'," He intones, and you can practically hear the words in Kenma's voice. You sympathize. "Baby. My love. Please." He's begging now, and you can't help it. You start to soften.

Your maid of honor is looking at you with wide eyes, slashing her hand across her throat in a clear gesture: NO. You love her for that, but still.

"You'll close your eyes?" You ask in your sternest voice. "You can't see me, you know! It's bad luck."

"Yes, I'll close my eyes! Promise."

"Close them TIGHT," You insist, making sure he understands the gravity of the situation.

"They're tight," He promises. "Open the door already."

You nod. Your maid of honor hesitates for a few moments, but slowly swings the door open with a shake of her head.

There he is. Tetsurou. Your fiancé. In less than an hour, your husband. You feel your heart begin to swell in your chest. He wears a suit every day, but he looks especially handsome in this one. The tie in question is draped loosely around his neck.

"Babe?" He has his eyes squeezed shut, that much is obvious. As an added measure, your maid of honor pulls him inside and moves behind him, pressing her fingers across his eyes.

"Go ahead," She sighs. You reach for the tie, carefully straightening it around his neck. You reach for his collar, making sure it's turned up all the way around, and you watch as a smile begins to tug at his lips.

"I'm so excited," He murmurs as you work. "Can't wait to see you." The fingers covering his eyes tighten.

"Me too," You can't help the smile that's stealing across your own face. "I can't wait."

You begin making the knot, enjoying the dopey grin that's now completely filled his face. "There you go," You finally say, giving the knot a pat. "Perfect." Like always, you tug on the tie, just a little. Tilting your chin up, you lean into his kiss, savoring the feeling of it.

"I love you so much," He murmurs as he pulls away. "Thank you."

"I love you too, Tetsu." You take a step back, just drinking him in. "I'll see you soon."

He opens his mouth, but before he can drag the moment out any longer, your maid of honor steps in. "Okay, lovebirds, that's enough." She pulls him back. "Get back to wherever you're supposed to be. I'll kill you if you mess this up," She threatens sweetly.

"Yes ma'am," He murmurs as she shoves him back through the door, slamming it shut nearly in his face.

"You two make me sick," She sighs. The mushy smile on her face doesn't match her words at all. "Come here, let me touch up your lipstick."

[ethereal-moonglow]

Mini matchups!

Send me a color, a fandom, your nicknames/gender, and your gender preference to receive a short matchup! You will receive some headcanons<3

Fandoms: Tokyo revengers, Haikyuu, BSD, Genshin, HSR, LADs

Added fandoms for moots: Blue lock (Only some characters tho XD), Kny, and

[chososcamgirl]

me when follow me like the moon

FOLLOW ME LIKE THE MOON ⏾

the most insufferable man you’ve ever met came to you, telling you that he knows and perhaps is tokyo’s famed hero. from helping you meet with him for secret interviews to giving you ‘irrefutable proof’, he’s insistent that you give him a chance. but there’s something nagging you about the whole situation. something is making you wonder if he’s telling the truth. that something being your good friend kuroo.

main m.list status: in progress pairing: kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader taglist: open tags: superhero x civilian, best friends to lovers, mistaken identity, nursing back to health warnings: this superhero is made up by me, not a currently licensed character, will include fight scenes and gore, is typically light hearted, oikawa slander (sorry), smau moments, possibly slow updates

playlist | yn’s style guide | kuroo’s style guide | more to come…

CHAPTERS ☆

teaser phase one - the eclipse phase two - shut up phase two and a half - stay the night.. or don’t phase three - a fluff piece phase four - follow you anywhere phase five - one way or another phase six - sweetheart’s dilemma phase seven - nervous aura phase eight - the oikawa family phase nine - falling or flying

EXTRAS ☆

pierced by love

do not repost or share on other platforms ⏾

[levigarden999]

‪♡ quiet, sweaty nights ‪♡ levi x femreader ‪♡

theme : intimate fluffy smut , sweaty and fulfilling sex with levi warnings : smut , p!v sex , sweat , orgasm , missionary , only 18 and over notes : thank you all for the likes on my previous posts , i'm so happy you've enjoyed my writings ‪♡

levi wasn’t the biggest fan of intimacy. he was rarely affectionate towards you, it was usually just his delicate fingers lingering on your thigh or the faint feeling of his hand on your lower back. the subtle touches and hidden moments of love were his ways to show you how much he cared for you. but also how much he needed you.

even though levi didn’t get intimate often, it didn’t mean he didn’t want you. he was just so busy and focused on his work as the captain of his squad, not to mention the duty of being the strongest soldier. even though he hated that word, he knew he was important for the army and that he had a mission to fulfill. for humanity. for his loved ones. for you.

when he did get intimate, it was on those quiet nights. those quiet nights when the only sound that could be heard was the rain drops on the roof and the occasional sound coming from the wooden building materials of the hq. the moon would push its’ light in through the gaps between the curtains, illuminating beautiful shimmer against the plank floors and walls. shimmer where the small pieces of dust lingered in the now blue-ish air, as if magic was suddenly real and allowed you two to have this night without worries, stress or pressure.

the moon would cast light on levi’s face as well. there was single glistening drops of sweat on his forehead and a hint of a deep mysterious blue in his normally grey eyes as he moved on top of you. soft pants escaped his slightly open mouth with each thrust he did, the hovering black hairs on his face casting thin shadows on his skin.

”levi…” you panted quietly as you felt him do those deep, torturous strokes inside of you. the faint redness on his pale cheeks reminded you of the same lust, hunger and love your body was filled with right in that moment. you believed he felt the exact same sensations as you did. the skin between his hips and your crotch was wet and sweaty, so he had to move carefully not to make too sloppy sounds. there was a blanket covering you two, which made the situation even more intimate and hot.

sweat dripped down your temples as you laid on the soft mattress and you tightened the grip around his body. you held him close to you, his hot and steamy skin clinging against you. his other arm was wrapped around your thigh and it held your leg spread, allowing a deeper angle and a better position to manhandle you.

”m’ cumming…” you whimpered as you felt the hardness of his cock rub against your embarrassingly wet and plushy walls. you knew you had to be quiet since the others were already asleep in their rooms, so you held onto him tighter. levi looked down at you with a desperate frown between his eyebrows, and his other hand wrapped behind your head and tangled in your moist hair.

the heat of the blanket and his body was nearly overwhelming, but you hadn’t felt this close to him in a very long time. the thought made you yearn for even more.

”i’ll muffle those sweet moans f' you, love”, he cooed you. even though you were a strong woman soldier who slaughtered titans with practiced ease, you never managed to learn how to keep quiet. so levi had to help you.

he crashed his moist, swollen lips against yours and his tongue sunk into your mouth. it twisted and turned to the point it almost reached the back of your mouth, successfully muffling your moans.

”l-levi…!” you whined again, those sweet sounds of pure pleasure making his skin shiver with need to make you clench around him. he continued his deep thrusts even though he fastened his pace a little, hitting against that lovely spot over and over again. your hips began to tremble and soon your whole body squirmed as the sweaty, beautiful and longed orgasm crashed over you. levi’s mouth sucked in all your whines and moans and he fucked you through your orgasm, the slight grip on your hair making sure you didn’t pull away from the kiss.

[yokumirumerafan]

Hi!!

I really like your writing, and I wanted to thank you for posting so often! They're really funny and cheer me up when I read them :>

I saw you did one where reader hides they're pregnant, and I was hoping you could do one thats Hashira x reader where both the character and reader find out readers pregnant during a mission or right after a dangerous mission when they're getting first aid? (In a platonic way with muichiro if thats ok, he's so little brother coded in my head loll) And if you have the time and the inspo for it, could you include the upper 3 moons and muzan? (Even though demons can't reproduce like that but the rule of cool loll)

💮 Hashira + Upper 3 + Muzan x Reader (Pregnancy Reveal During/After a Mission)

🌊 Giyuu Tomioka

You were bleeding. You both assumed it was from the fight. But Shinobu patched you up and her brows furrowed. “…Tomioka. Did you know she’s pregnant?” Silence. He turns to you slowly, eyes wide.

“You’re—You’re what??”

He’s stiff, unsure how to breathe for a moment, then slowly takes your hand like you’ll vanish.

“You weren’t even supposed to fight today…” He sits with you the whole night, silent and protective. He’s not good with words, but you’ve never felt safer.

🔥 Rengoku Kyojuro

You collapse from exhaustion, and he catches you in his arms. Your pulse is fine, but Shinobu checks twice.

“Kyojuro… she’s not hurt, but she’s pregnant. Congratulations.” He blinks. Once. Twice. “PREG—?! WAHHH!?!? HAAH?? I DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE!!” Then pure joy. He pulls you into a careful but fiery hug. “WE SHALL CELEBRATE THIS LIFE! I’LL LEARN TO COOK FOR TWO!”

He’s already mapping out a baby name list by the time you get back to HQ.

🪨 Gyomei Himejima

“…I felt something divine the moment I held your wrist,” he says gently after catching you mid-fall. He senses it before even Shinobu does.

“You carry precious life.” He gently rests a hand above your belly and bows his head, a soft prayer on his lips. “I shall protect you both with everything I am.”

🐍 Obanai Iguro

“…You’re joking.” When Shinobu confirms it, his jaw clenches and he visibly short-circuits. He’s not mad—you’re just… fighting demons while pregnant???

“Are you TRYING to give me an early heart attack??” Refuses to let you out of his sight after this. Kaburamaru starts cuddling your stomach like it’s sacred.

🌸 Mitsuri Kanroji

Immediate tears. “OH NOOO I COULD’VE HURT YOU—WE FOUGHT BACK TO BACK!!” She panics before breaking into soft, overwhelmed joy.

“I’m gonna be an auntie!!” She helps you hide it if you’re not ready to tell the others. Always brings you food with way too many vitamins.

🌪️ Sanemi Shinazugawa

“YOU WHAT?!” Cue loudest shout. Not out of anger—out of shock. He softens instantly, crouching down, eyes wide with concern.

“...Why didn’t you say anything? Dammit… you should’ve told me.” He turns his back to you while yelling at medics like a drill sergeant. “Get her off her feet NOW. This is priority. Don’t just stand there, idiots—MOVE!”

☁️ Muichiro Tokito (Platonic)

He’s confused at first. “You’re… sick?” You explain. He goes quiet for a long time. Then finally:

“…So there’s someone inside you?” He tilts his head. “That’s kind of cool. I hope they’re strong.” He sits beside you silently for hours afterward, gently handing you rice balls without saying much. Protective little brother mode: activated.

💀 Muzan Kibutsuji (Rule of Cool™)

He senses it the moment he touches your wrist. “...How fascinating,” he murmurs. His tone is calm, but he’s spiraling. A demon… creating life? He’s obsessed. Curious. A little frightened.

“You will not die. I won’t allow it.” He takes full control of your surroundings. Guards. Healers. Food. You become his obsession. Not as a pawn, but as something... divine.

🔥 Akaza

“...You’re kidding.” He goes quiet. Scarily quiet. Then he grabs your shoulders.

“You should’ve told me. You could’ve DIED. Both of you.” Absolutely refuses to let you fight after this. Trains you gently—but no battles. Starts carving toys out of wood at night when you’re asleep. 🥺

🕷️ Douma

“Ohhhh~? You’re preeeegnant?” He giggles but his eyes are hard. You’ve seen that look before. Panic under playfulness.

“You must be protected! My precious snowflake!” Immediately redecorates his whole palace to accommodate you. Pillows. Silks. Fruit platters. He feeds you with his hands like you’re royalty. No one else is allowed near you.

[astrolook]

🌙Progressed Moon Observations 🌊✨

Here's PART 1! about profections years.

Note🗣️: These are all based on my personal observations, patterns, and calculations over the years aka late-night astrology spirals, emotional chaos, and "oh wow that makes sense now" moments. I use Vedic/Sidereal astrology 🌌even though Progressed Moon and Profection years are used in both Western and Vedic systems. For me, sidereal just hits different. Whether you use western or Vedic, if it resonates, amazing! 🫶 If not, gently toss it in the cosmic trash bin and float away like a Pisces moon day 🐟🌫️Lemme know in the comments!

Let’s get lunar 🌝👇

👉First off, find out which house your natal Moon is sitting in. That house is your starting zone, your emotional HQ, for the first 0 to 2.5 years after your birth. Let's say your natal Moon is in 8th house, from there, the Progressed Moon moves one house every 2.5 years, like a cosmic Airbnb guest who's constantly evolving and leaving emotional Yelp reviews behind 🧳🌊

So:

0-2.5 yrs: House your Moon is in

2.5-5 yrs: Next house

5-7.5 yrs: House after that... And so on, till...

By age 30 - 32.5, your Progressed Moon comes full circle and returns to the same house it started in.

🦋For women, there’s usually a major shift when the Progressed Moon moves into the same house as your Sun ☀️ or Venus 💖... or even if it just aspects them (like sitting 7 houses away), Yeah, that’s often when puberty kicks in as Moon aspects the 7th house from its position as well.

⚠️When Progressed Moon meets North node especially in 6th,8th or 12th house could trigger freak accidents, sudden health scares, frequent hospital moments, etc.

💅When Progressed Moon kisses Venus it's either a glow-up or glow-down depending on the sign. Also, sexual thoughts during teenage years or first crush/love and even first kiss. For example,

🔹 Venus in Virgo: Dry skin, skin-issues, cramps, digestive drama/constipation, dermatologist visits, etc. But also the potential for insane skincare routine discipline 🧴😤 🔹 Venus in Pisces: Full-on goddess energy. Soft glow, dreamy eyes, and people suddenly asking what perfume you wear 🧚‍♀️✨ 🔹 Venus in Cancer: Emotional eating, weight fluctuations, skin acting up when you're moody. Very “crying in a face mask” era 🍰🌊 🔹 Venus in Leo: Headaches, head injury, hair issues, even random lil injuries from being too extra. But also: main character confidence unlocked 🎭🔥

🔥When Progressed Moon hits where your Mars is in, family tensions could arise. Anger issues as a teen. Picking up new hobbies or learn new things which could later progresses as something you would do later in life, working-out, etc.

🛫When progressed Moon in the same house as Jupiter is in, things start to expand like your thoughts, moving away, becoming more religious or spiritual, even meeting your future spouse. If Jupiter in Rx, might lean towards agnosticism or atheism, irreligiousness, breaking traditions, either meeting your FS or at least getting to know them like "they're the one".

📝When Progressed Moon is the house of where Mercury/Mercury Rx is in, get ready to talk more, write, sing, question, or overthink everything 🧠🎤📚 Dabbling in singing, music, voice work, or picking up a random language on Duolingo out of nowhere 🎶🗣️. Memory expansion. Might start gaming or blogging, writing, drawing or opening a soc-media account fits too.

⏳When progressed moon is where the Saturn/Saturn rx or Sun sits in, physical distance from your father or in rare cases, death of a father. Parents divorce if in 4 or 7th houses.

👩‍👧When Progressed moon return to your natal Moon, aka your lunar return, relationship with mother can bring a few things:

If the relationship with your mom is already shaky, this can be a make-or-break moment. Either full-on distance or healing through a major breakthrough 💔➡️💬

If it’s been toxic or non-existent, this transit might trigger cutting ties to protect your peace, or facing childhood stuff head-on.

If your relationship is already strong, this deepens the bond like a cozy emotional blanket. Expect heartfelt convos, support, and feeling truly seen 👩‍👧🌕

It also suggests emotional maturity, your motherhood, etc.

When your Progressed Moon slides through your profection years, this can trigger an important event like pregnancy, marriage, etc. I already made a post previously on profection years for each ASC and check yours. When your progressed Moon land on those houses, those can be significant years in your lives.

Note: Your profection houses for example could be 2,7,8,11 but you would be getting married when you're in your 5th house profection. Why?

Let's say you're a Scorpio ASC with 2,7,8,11 profection houses but you got married during your 5th house profection year. Why? Your 5th lord is Jupiter and your Jupiter could be placed in 2,7,8,11 houses which will trigger a marriage event for you.

Wanna go deeper into the layers of your placements? DM me for a complete astrology reading or a 5 year/8 year marriage report or synastry reading🌙💬 and check out my pinned post for pricing + details 💫💸

Let’s decode your cosmic chaos together ⭐

[sananaryon]

The Journal of Luz Clawthorne Noceda, documenting the Frogvasion of the Boiling Isles.

I.e. I finally got around to making some art of my own for my edgy owlphibia au, specifically as told from Luz's very flawed and unreliable point of view. Feel free to ask me about details of the AU because I love talking!

Text and image description under the cut.

Image description: Four pictures of illustrated journal pages, each with one or two illustrations done in watercolour and ink.

The first page has watercolour and ink drawing of the Titan's skull from The Owl House, with the sky, clouds, and the moon in the background. The archive house, resembling a crown, is hanging aroudn the right side of the skull with a piece broken off. Above the skull, the castle from Amphibia is floating surrounded by smaller shapes too small to make out. Parts of the skull and land around it is smoking. On the right side of the page is a symbol resembling a frog's foot done in bronze ink, with the label "Empire's sigil?"

Text:

3 N.E.

36. abruary.

1 month after Frogvasion

Journal of Luz Clawthorne Noceda. It's been one month since the start of frogvasion (Bailey says that's a stupid name but she got her name from an old science-fiction book so she doesn't get a vote,) and I am writing this in our new resistance HQ (Hooty play Empire Strikes Back) at King's island.

I have decided to write this record of events [text is struck out]because auntie Lilith forced me [struck out text ends, next sentence is written in cursive] for the sake of future historians and to give the view of someone living through historical events. [cursive ends]

So, to recap: One month ago on the 3-year anniversary of Belos getting his ass kicked for good, a giant floating castle with an army of frog-shaped robots and warships popped out of thin air (or from a giant rainbow portal). Then a lady in a dress showed up in the middle of the party and gave an alien invasion speech about us joining the Empire of Calamity [frog foot symbol is drawn here]. So Raine (Lord High Prince) (that's witch prime minister) went to talk to her but then she did some mind control shit and we got them the heck out of there.

And now an army of frog robots (Frobots) are conquering the isles led by some crazy powerful fire god!!! I should probably explain her, huh?

Signed: Luz C. Noceda & Lilith Clawthorne.

[text ends]

The second page has a watercolour painting done entirely in blue and white, depicting a woman in silhouette with glowing white eyes. She has an afro and is wearing a dress and making a pose with one hand to her chest and one out to the side, and there is a halo above her head. Next to her is text saying "Looks human. Probably isn't."

Further down on the page is watercolour and ink drawing depicting an indistinct red figure kneeling to the blue figure from before, this time with her skin and hair coloured brown. Next to the red figure is the text "WTF?" with an arrow pointing to the figure, and next to the blue lady is text saying "Blue all over" "Glowy eyes" and "She's not that pretty."

Text:

The Blue Princess

(We don't know her name)

The first of the Empire of Calamity Leaders (???) who appeared.

She just appeared in the middle of the victory/anniversary feast and demanded we surrendered to her Emperor (we've had enough of that here, thank you). Lord Prince raine stepped up to talk to her, but it took like 5 seconds before they were kneeling. Sorry lady, we know what mind control looks like and we're not falling for it. [the "for it" is slightly smudged] woops.

Weirdly, Raine says they never felt a compulsion to kneel, and that it was more like the first time they met Belos - that this person is important and should be bowed to. I don't get how that's different but they say they also remember thinking she was the most beautiful person they've seen, so maybe it's a charm? Raine has snapped out of it, so it doesn't last long.

The princess hasn't appeared since then so she might not be a fighter, but Lilith is making potions of anti charm with B's moms, just in case.

signed: Luz C. Noceda.

Powers: Mind control

Weaknesses: Not a figher (???)

suspected

[text ends]

The third page has a watercolour painting of a dark silhouette with one arm raised surrounded by red flames. Above their head is an orb of white made up of lines curling in on themselves.

Next to the main painting is a watercolour and ink drawing of three figures. One is an indistinct man in purple with a topknot and cape, one is an indistinct green lady with palm-like hair, and one is the same figure from before. The former two are shooting abomination goop and vines towards the latter.

Text:

The Red General

(no name either)

The leader of the Empire's army. Since the start of Frogvasion, they've been leading that army of frogbots from city to city, ordering surrender and burning and pillaging when not met with compliance. They always wear that armor, so no idea what they look like. We just call them the Red General.

(Boscha wants me to write that she calls them "that red psycho." I said that's not very nice to people with psychosis and she said "eat my ass" so I said maybe later.)

They showed up first when we were evacuating the Council House (former Archive House) cuz a floating castle had started floating above it. And when I say "showed up" I mean cracked an entire wing while burning like a meteor.

Darius and Terra (she got out on probation) tried to hold them of while we evacuated, but...

I know plants can burn, I never thought I'd see abomination goop boil.

Darius is at the other base, recovering, but [text struck out and indistinct] He'll be fine. Bailey is just worried.

Red hasn't done anything like that again, but we'll be careful

Signed: Luz C. Noceda & Boscha

Boscha stop stop messing up the ink

-L

Make me

-B

I'm telling Lilith

-L

[text ends]

The fourth page is taken up by a watercolour painting depicting a pair of orange and yellow eyes with white pupils surrounded by darkness.

Text

The Emperor

Emperor of Numberless Worlds

The princess mentioned them. We know nothing

Boscha made dark chokelate and spilled all over this page.

-L

[text ends]

[halowishes]

my fav fics of 2024!!

i wanted to share my other recs that i read before i started my lists and ones that just deserve MORE recognition/ changed me/ inspire me to live my life.

(not ranked, just jumbled together)

fandoms: mostly haikyuu & some demon slayer

(skts if the ship is unspecified)

red dahlia

e. 103k+. ongoing. handmaiden au.

guys. this was probably the fic that made me fall in love with sakuatsu. fairycake always does impeccable world building and splendid writing. this fic has such flair and style— it’s in both povs so you can feel all the nuance. and the PLOT. the DIALOGUE. the IMAGERY. god this is really such a wonderful fic and i’m dying to find out what happens next!!

play among the stars

e. 105k. sci-fi/ rom-com/ drama?

ok so there’s a jail on the moon. kiyoomi is a guard and atsumu is a prisoner! i had so much fun reading this. i’ve never read anything like it. it was intense but well-paced, dramatic yet comedic, serious and silly! kiyoomi had some really beautiful development, and atsumu’s character was a treasure. every chapter was gorgeous but i ESPECIALLY love the last few.

in transit — kageyama x hinata

t. 4.7k. canon universe.

one of the first hq fics i read. so sweet and felt very loyal to the anime. i also just thought the image of kageyama playing basketball was so funny. this fic introduced me to the world of hq fanfic so i’ll always be thankful for it.

in another life — bokuto x akaashi

t. 23k. mcd/ hospital au.

honestly? heartbreaking. soul crushing. i’ll randomly remember parts of it and just sit in silence for a bit. this fic is probably why i actually haven’t really sought out any other bokuaka… i just end up thinking about this😭 AND ITS SO WELL WRITTEN. the storyline is so precise and clean, but it packs a punch (that ends in tears). i wondered how the hell it had so many hits but i get it. i really do. and i’m a changed person because of it.

three sheets to the wind

m. 117k. pirate au.

i am actually very obsessed with atsumu teaching kiyoomi how to let loose and feel the sun on your skin and be honest and real. also such a fan of atsumu’s casual poetry because when you’re obsessed with someone, words can just roll off the tongue. very big believer of love inspiring courage and bravery.

insert coin to play

e. 178k. cyberpunk au.

we all know how much i love this but what does it for me is how it understands kiyoomi’s characteristics: he’s blunt, strong, determined, and a bit irrational. i love loud and proud fighter atsumu, but kiyoomi is no less weaker just because he’s quiet. and i will always always always remember that scene in the club where they talked about a world if they were ordinary. anyways. i can always talk about this fic.

heirs

e. 237k. corporate & soulmate au.

this was the slow burn of the year. yes the fic was about love and choice and agency, but also duty, piety, and power. it was provoking and thoughtful and dramatic (in a good way). i actually felt the anger, betrayal, and shame of those characters because the plot is just that intense.

again, like this

e. 55k. mid time skip.

this really is my comfort fic. i’ve read it so often i can probably tell you verbatim every plot point. but i can’t help it because they are so tender. so innocent and raw and real. they make each other better and it’s such a pleasure to read. and (you got me) the smut was really really good ok?😭😭

the tide will turn

e. 80.8k. titanic au.

there’s not much i can say because of spoilers but GOD. this fic is so luxurious and unreal. i was obsessed with the characters and finding out what came next. it was a thrilling and emotional read (definitely cried). the fic was so immersive and the last few chapters stuck with me.

afflictions for below-average asian-americans

t. 7.5k. american suburbia au.

genuine, embarrassing, overwhelming, inexplicable. the character development is so special and subtle, yet inspiring. although the premise comes off as niche, i think anyone can relate to feelings of envy and insecurity. this seriously made me appreciate my younger self more <3.

do i dare disturb the universe?

t. 14.9k. parallel timeline.

*screams*. i need more second chance fics. i have a deep rooted aversion to failure and making mistakes so stories like these help me unlearn that. generally, there’s no right or wrong in how to live your life so why aren’t we just doing what we can to be fulfilled and loved? very important fic about listening to your heart!! also: highlights the painfully beautiful mundane aspects of domestic life.

it drives you crazy getting old

m. 45.9k. 13 going on 30-ish au.

there is something so comforting about reading a young skts in their 32 year old selves. the fic is about learning how to be patient, to be vulnerable, to love. growing up can be so scary but this fic is a gentle reminder that everything will work itself out and you never have to do it alone. you may not end up where you thought, and that’s okay.

bound

e. 68.1k. actors au.

what i admire about this fic is how generous it is. the characters make mistakes, they say and do things they don’t mean, they can be unhealthy and miscommunicate. but at the end of the day, they’re so patient and loving that the stars align for them because they deserved that happy ending. (and that speech at the end was just too good not to include. it makes me cry every time.)

rain on your wedding day

g. 4.6k. skts wedding.

the joys of celebrating love. the joys of having a community who supports you and will do anything to see you happy. the joys of spending the rest of your life with Your Person. i don’t care if it’s a fanfic, it’s canon TO ME.

how to NOT fall in love with your flatmate’s twin

m. 46.7k. mid-time skip.

while atsumu and kiyoomi’s budding relationship is delightful and the twins’ characters are superb, i will always remember this fic for the side plot of kiyoomi learning to reconnect with his mother. it’s simple yet so powerful. this fic makes me appreciate my parents, siblings, and everything university gave me :’).

burden of blame

e. 91.2k. yakuza au.

if there’s anything to know about me it is that i LOVE a thriller. the plot of this fic is so buzzing with life and mystery. also i’m a SUCKER for bossy ass kiyoomi x nonstop yapper atsumu. it just amplifies the banter and tension by a mile. and selfless, impulsive atsumu will always have a place in my heart <3.

constellations we called home

e. 53.5k. end of the world au.

i read this fic over a month ago but i still can’t be normal about it. it’s extravagant, emotional, and honestly punched a hole through my heart that i might never recover from (like all apocalypse aus). this fic reminds me of the “would you rather have a good thing that ends or never have it at all” debate. (i will always choose to have a good thing).

sketches of a firefly

e. 88.7k. magic realism/ returning to a small town au.

recently featured in my monthly recs but i don’t care! this fic made me want to be a kid again. it’s literally and figuratively magical. the storytelling amazed me and the tension was soooo vivid. this is a very worthy read but READ THE TAGS.

stockholm syndrome isn’t real

e. 50.2k. heist au.

also mentioned in my dec recs! i just love how this fic read like an action comedy movie. the punchy humor and the well paced scenes made it go by like my dream sakuatsu film. i’m still wrapping my head around how intricate the dynamics and plot of this fic are!

terminal curiosity

e. 9 works, each 10k+. canon universe.

we all read it, we all know it’s good. there’s nothing new i can say about it but i do go back and read it every couple months. (laid bare & thunder in a bottle are my favs <3).

demon slayer

blue — giyuu x sabito

t. 17.2k. canon divergence.

giyuu wakes up in an au where sabito lives. the fic was so gentle and loving and careful. giyuu’s disbelief and the absurdity of it all— you feel all of that with this fic. the story was just so wholesome and made me love giyuu.

uh huh, honey — giyuu x sanemi

e. 151k. pornstar au😭😭

ok i realize the premise is bonkers but the plot is actually pretty deep😭 this fic was prime “opposites attract” in that the characters complement each other perfectly. really beautiful imagery, hilarious dialogue, and such a silly premise but full of admiration and thought.

and that’s my year of fanfic! i almost called this my top 24 fics of 2024 but then i thought “there’s no way i have 24 favs” and here i am… only two short.

but yeah! i’m glad to be back in fandom culture because it really is what got me through tough times. i hope you give these fics a chance or (most likely) if you’ve already read them, let me know what you thought about them!! (if you want more recs check my halo reads tag).

i’m not sure how long these monthly recs will last as i move onto a new part of my life, but i do hope you all find some community in these posts <3

lots of love ALWAYS,

halo <3

[darkluminosity]

I know a lot of people are super excited for the ragbros content in 5.6, and I am too, don't get me wrong there... but I am absolutely over the moon about the fact that Eula had way more voice lines than I expected! (Not to mention she was one of the few voiced in English 🙏🏼 I'm glad I found a video of an English playthrough where they didn't skip through the dialogue, because I played it in Japanese.)

Lots of screenshots and rambling under the cut (just in case of spoilers)!

They made her more expressive and soft than before... and she had scenes with Kaeya (which really helps me with more inspiration for Fighting Winter lol)

It was also great to hear this line from her because she does interact with Albedo in Fighting Winter as well.

OMG this part really made me happy-- she's so concerned for Klee, even though Klee is more than capable of taking care of herself (but of course she doesn't know that) and is worried that she let Albedo down. I love how Albedo overheard but was like "Eula, you can tell me anything you know" and how she just told him the truth. I mean why sugarcoat it (also Paimon was like "we heard you anyway lol")

I LOVE how Eula ended up playing along so Klee "guided" Eula back to HQ! So adorable 🥰

And of course I was already screaming when I saw Diluc and Kaeya walking closely TOGETHER after the battle, but then Amber and Eula run by? I just had to capture a screenshot of the three of them (I am so normal about these three I SWEAR--) 😂🤣😂🤣😂

Ahh, I was so satisfied with the food for this quest!! I feel like we may have missed some sort of reconciliation between the ragbros off screen, and I am a little sad about that, but at the same time it gives some wiggle room and the creative liberties to write about how that could have gone down. So I'm not really upset about it. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Plus the quest could have gone way worse... like one of the ao3 fics I read by LeeRyder 😭😭 (which was really well written but my heart broke so much.) I'm so glad it didn't go that way. The bros have come a long way in 5 years and I'm so happy for them 🥲❤️💙

[iidrk3i]

☆ LAZY DAY IN

hq -- kenma kozume x gn!reader

summary: a day of video games with your boyfriend, kenma.

warnings: nothing, fluff!

word count: 391

it was a lazy saturday afternoon, the soft glow of the sunset casting a warm hue through the curtains of kenma’s room. you sat criss-crossed on the floor, controller in hand, focused on a game of mario kart. kenma, reclined on his bed with his handheld console, occasionally glanced over to watch your intense focus as you navigated through the tracks.

"watch out for that banana peel," he murmured softly, barely audible over the cheerful music from the game.

you chuckled, maneuvering around to avoid the obstacle. "thanks for the warning," you replied, your eyes flickering to meet his for a brief moment before returning to the screen.

moments like these were cherished in your relationship with kenma. he wasn't one for grand gestures or extravagant dates, but there was a quiet comfort in these simple, shared moments. gaming together was a significant part of your bond, a shared passion that brought you closer in ways words couldn't capture.

after a competitive race that ended in a close tie, kenma set aside his console and joined you on the floor. he leaned against you lightly, his shoulder brushing yours. it was a gesture that spoke volumes in its simplicity—a silent reassurance of his presence and affection.

he gives your temple a quick peck. "want to try that new puzzle game i downloaded?" kenma asked casually, breaking the comfortable silence that you were in.

you nodded eagerly, setting aside the controllers and reaching for the second console. as he booted up the game, the two of you began to solve the intricate puzzles together. kenma’s quiet voice occasionally guided you with subtle hints, his eyes lighting up with a rare spark of excitement when you solved a particularly tricky level.

hours passed with shared laughter, gentle teasing, and the occasional shout when you passed a difficult puzzle. the day led into evening, and eventually, the soft glow of the moon replaced the fading sunlight outside.

as you sat together, side by side, surrounded by the soft hum of consoles and the warm comfort of each other's presence, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction. with kenma, it wasn't just about the games or the moments spent together—it was about the quiet understanding, the unspoken support, and the knowledge that in each other's company, you were exactly where you belonged.

a/n: who do i write next😨

[whisperofwonder]

Oh, Baby | Part 1

Haikyuu men x pregnant!reader

Part 2 is here - after baby is born

Featuring: Miya Osamu, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kageyama Tobio, Sakusa Kiyoomi (~ 400 - 500 words each)

Most likely to be followed up at some point by scenes after baby is born because I have absolutely no chill

MIYA OSAMU

You pick at your dinner, trying your best to eat enough to satisfy Osamu. It's not that you aren't hungry, really. It's more that what you're hungry for isn't this. Osamu already worked hard to make it, though, so you'll make yourself content.

"What's wrong?" Osamu isn't fooled. He points at your plate with his chopsticks. "Isn't it good? I knew I shouldn't a' switched out the spices."

"No, it's good!" You insist quickly. "Really. I just - you're gonna think it's silly." You warn.

"Try me," He says, sitting back in his chair and watching you expectantly. You have no choice.

"I'm just really craving something in particular. Something different," You try to mask your disdain as you gesture at your plate. "I want onigiri."

"Really?" A smile breaks across his face. "Little guy wants onigiri, huh? Well that's not so bad. I can whip something up-" He's already out of his chair and poised to root in the fridge. "Whaddya want? We got tuna, umeboshi, or maybe..." He pauses to shuffle things around in the fridge in search of more ingredients.

"No," You interrupt before he can get too far, bracing yourself for what the baby is making you say next, "Actually, I was kind of thinking, well, peanut butter?" He goes still, head stuck in the fridge. "And, jelly?" You add more quietly. Slowly, he backs up and pivots, fixing you with a penetrating look.

"Sorry. It was all muffled in there. What sorta filling did ya want?" You repeat yourself, and watch as the smallest part of your husband dies. He blinks once, twice, then nods very slowly. "Okay," He says, quietly, almost as if he's steeling himself. "Okay." He repeats.

Hands resting on your growing middle, you watch as he methodically prepares the onigiri, with the exact fillings you'd requested. He hesitates with his spoon in the peanut butter, but he does what you asked. "Are ya sure this is my child?" He asks despairingly as he presents you with three perfectly formed onigiri.

"Positive," You assure him with a small chuckle. You can't help it - you're itching to dig into these onigiri, so you do. Is it an absurd combination? Yes. But does it satisfy the craving you'd been trying to ignore all day? Absolutely. You can't disguise your delight as you eat, humming happily as you savor the food your husband had so lovingly prepared for you, despite the desecration.

When you look up, you're surprised to find him smiling at you, head propped on his fist as he watches you eat.

"What're you grinning about?" You ask teasingly.

"Can't help it," He grumbles, "I'm just happy you're enjoyin' the food, even if it is an abomination. I love you." He gives your cheek a gentle pinch, then your stomach a loving pat.

"I love you too, Samu. We both do." You pause. "Want a bite?" You ask, holding the last onigiri out to him.

"Absolutely not."

KUROO TETSUROU

You're in bed, and it's barely 8:00. You never expected your normal day-to-day routine to tire you out this much, but then again you've never been 7 months pregnant before, either.

"Aw, come on," Tetsurou is cooing at your stomach, stroking it gently. "Just a little tiny kick? Mama gets to feel you move all the time." He's curled up with his face inches from your stomach, a dopey smile on on his face as he chatters to the baby as has become his nightly routine. You reach down to run a hand through his unruly hair.

"If you want someone to kick you in the bladder, that can probably be arranged," You say drily, snorting out a laugh when he looks up at you with a pout.

"I just want to feel her move," He sighs, "I feel like I always miss it. Everybody acts like it's so special."

"It is," You say softly, resting your hand on top of his. You can't deny that. "It'll happen," you say optimistically. With how bad he wants it, it has to, you silently tell your daughter.

"Yeah," He doesn't sound convinced, rolling to a sitting position. "Guess I'll go brush my teeth," He says, heading for the bathroom. You roll onto your back, reaching for your phone on the bedside table. You've just opened a conversation to respond to a text when you feel it - the faintest movement.

"Tetsu!" You call, "Come here!"

"What?" He's at the doorway in half a second, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and a frown creasing his brow, "Wha's wrong?"

"She's moving," You say, and shift to a sitting position. You hear him spit the toothpaste in the sink, and he's there in a heartbeat, hand on your belly. Right beneath his hand, you feel her kick. You watch as the look of wonder crosses his face.

"Hi, baby girl," He breathes, focusing all of his attention on the movement of your daughter beneath his hand. "I love you so much. I'm so excited to meet you." He turns to look at you then. "Finally," He grins, and you can't help but return it.

"Didn't I tell you?" You say smugly.

"Yeah, yeah." He silences you with a minty kiss.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

At this point in your pregnancy, there's very little that soothes your aching back. Lying down, standing up, moving around, the pain is always there in the background to some extent. That's why you find yourself in the living room in the middle of the night, propping yourself up between the arm chair and wall in search of a position that will provide some relief.

"Are you alright?" You nearly jump out of your skin at the touch of Tobio's hand on your back. When you left the room, he'd been sleeping like a rock as usual.

"Fine," You assure him, stretching to a slightly more dignified position. "My back's just a little sore."

"Oh," He runs a hand gently up and down the muscles of your back. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Hold this for a second?" You say with a breathy laugh, mostly joking as you press a hand beneath your round stomach.

"I can try," He says seriously, moving behind you. You're about to tell him it was just a joke, but then you feel his chest pressed against your back and his hands gently supporting the underside of your belly. Instead of the protest that had been forming on your lips, you let out a groan of relief.

"Was that good?" He asks uncertainly.

"Very good," You're quick to assure him, letting your eyes close. He only hums in response, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder. You'd forgotten it was possible for your back to feel this normal. It's blissful. You could almost fall asleep right here and now.

"You sure are making trouble for your mama," You hear your husband whisper, drawing you back out of your drowsy state.

"It's okay," You murmur, "It'll all be worth it." He presses another kiss to your shoulder, and you sink back into silence.

"I really think we should get you back to bed," He says finally. Even though it means he'll have to let go, you feel you don't have any choice but to agree. "We can do this again tomorrow," He promises as he takes your hand to make your way back to the bedroom. You give his hand a tug and press a kiss to his lips. You'll hold him to that.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

"I'm home," You hear Kiyoomi call from the front door. You freeze, but it's too late to hide the evidence. Soon enough, your husband appears in the nursery doorway, and you're caught red-handed.

"I told you I'd build that bookshelf tonight," He says, striding into the room and plucking the loose shelf from your hand. He takes the bag of screws from the other, sets them down, and then draws you away from your project.

"I know, but I just had to do something," You insist. "I already put all the clothes in the dresser, vacuumed, washed the drapes, and the box was just sitting there." His brow creases, and you realize you've said too much.

"You washed the drapes?" He heaves a heavy sigh. "How did you even get them down? And put them back up?"

You smile nervously. "A chair," You try to sound nonchalant. "They really aren't that high."

"My love," He says, taking your hands in his. "Please don't do something like that again. What if you fell?" You lower your head, biting down on your lip. It truly hadn't crossed your mind.

"Sorry," You whisper, "There's just so much to do! We need to be ready. The baby will be here in just a few months. I just want everything to be perfect."

"I know," He says, now rubbing comforting circles into the backs of your hands, "And we'll take care of everything. Together." He draws you into him and tucks your head beneath his chin. "I promise. I just want you to be safe."

His voice is a comforting rumble against your ear, and you nod your head against him. "I know," You agree softly.

"Good," He says, pulling back and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Now, since you've been busy all day, why don't you let me make dinner?" You open your mouth to protest, but with one look at his face, you close it again. "After dinner, you can read me the instructions. I'll build the bookshelf."

You smile at your husband. "Thanks for taking care of us, Kiyoomi," You say, and his expression softens.

"Of course. It's my job."

[rogue-durin-16]

MISHAPS AND SILVER LININGS

Request: maybeee dialogue prompt 53 with Nixon x female reader?? But maybe kinda angsty also??? (anything u write is great so 🤷‍♀️)

Summary: after all the tragedy endured during the war, nobody would have guessed one last mishap would help the stars align for Lewis Nixon and Y/n Y/l/n.

Prompt:

53. "I remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?"

Pairing: Lewis Nixon x Reader

Genre: angst/fluff

Tags:

Requested by: anon

Band Of Brothers: @fernando-jpg @chubbypotatoepie @tvserie-s-world @clumsy-wonderland @lordndsaviorwinters

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @comfort-reads

Warnings: alcoholism, swearing (that's it omfg)

A/N: writing for Nixon was surprisingly easy? I high-key had fun with this one. Thanks for the request love. Remember that requests are open rn so feel free to send yours in. Meanwhile, enjoy this little fic <3

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A dull light crept through the curtains of the flat Regiment had billeted me in when Nixon finally stirred.

He shifted on my bed, a slight groan escaping his lips the moment his barely open eyes hit the few rays of sun striking the mattress. He had one hell of a hungover.

During the last year of our lives, Lewis Nixon and I had worked side by side across Europe practically at all times— which meant I wasn't exactly a stranger to his drinking problem. Since we came back from that jump over Germany though, it had escalated to a different level.

'He's been demoted' I had disclosed to Dick as soon as we linked back up with Battalion HQ.

'Demoted?' Although his friend had questioned it, no explanation was needed. He already knew. 'Okay, I'll talk to him'.

I don't think anyone could blame him. It all had become too much to handle, specially if one had lost conviction in the reasons we were still fighting this war.

I knew he had lost it. As if it wasn't obvious enough, he had blurted it out one of those nights we stayed awake for one reason or another. That exact night everyone had stayed awake, I believe.

That damned patrol back in Hagenau. We had fought Sink not to push forward that mission, but there was no use.

"This is stupid." I mumbled, arms crossed and my eyes fixed to the other side of the river.

The full moon's light reflected on the snow. In any other setting, I would have found it beautiful, but with fifteen Easy Company members being sent on a suicide, the landscape was far from that.

"Glueing yourself to the window won't help them."

I shot Nix a tired glare and pushed myself off the window in order to walk towards him. "They shouldn't be out there."

"None of us should be out here."

"What do you mean?"

"Why the hell are we here at this point, Y/n/n?"

I didn't have a response.

"Don't you wanna come back home already? To that lovely husband of yours." He teased with a bitter half laugh.

"You're funny." He didn't know about the mail. How could he know? "Don't think he'll be there when I come back."

"What?"

"He sent a letter back when we were in the Bois Jaques." I explained, snatching the glass of whiskey Nix had by the typewriter. "Said if I wasn't home by New Year, he'd file for divorce."

"You're kidding." Nix sat straight in his chair when I didn't laugh. "Who in their right mind would leave you?"

"The man I married, apparently." The officer struggled to meet my eyes. He knew by now I didn't want pity. "Guess he doesn't know why we're still out here either."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

He sat up slowly, squinting against the light, one hand coming up to clutch his head. It didn’t take long for him to notice me slouched on the bedroom's armchair. His gaze darkened, panic flashing across his features.

“What the hell…” he muttered, groaning softly. He rubbed his face and looked around, as if hoping he could piece together the memory.

I watched his eyes darting around like he was still scrambling to make sense of everything. The awkward silence stretched between us until he finally spoke.

“I… I remember kissing you.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking almost angry with himself. “Why do I remember kissing you?”

The Night Before

The knock at the door was unsteady, clumsy, like he could barely remember how to make a fist. I pulled on a sweater and padded across the cold floor, half-expecting to find someone delivering bad news. Instead, there was Nixon, eyes glazed, swaying slightly as he tried to focus on me.

“Jesus, Nix…” I murmured, instinctively stepping aside as he staggered into the room. The sharp, sour scent of whiskey clung to him, familiar but stronger than usual, almost suffocating. I shut the door behind him, hands already moving to steady him as he slumped into the nearest chair, his gaze unfocused.

“What on God's name are you doing here?”

He looked up at me, his face a blur of exhaustion, frustration, and something else—something deeper. “She’s leaving me, y'know,” he slurred. “Kat's divorcing me."

"Jesus, Lew." I poured him a glass of water and kneeled down. "Now?"

"Took… took the damn dog, too."

"She took your dog?!"

He snorted with glassy irises. "Everything. I think... I knew it would happen, but… didn’t think it’d feel like… like this.”

I swallowed, feeling the heaviness of his words settle in my chest. “I’m sorry, Nix,” I whispered, unsure of what else to say, until I remembered the words he said to me back in Hagenau. “I don't know who in their right mind would leave you.”

It was soft, just like the featherlight touch of my thumb brushing away a rogue tear before it could reach his jawline. It sounded dangerously similar to 'I wouldn't leave you'. Maybe that's what he had meant back then.

He let out a bitter laugh, his head falling back against the chair. “Yeah, well… doesn’t matter. Not anymore.” He closed his eyes, breathing out, then looked at me with a strange intensity, like he’d finally worked up the nerve to say something he’d been holding onto for too long.

Something I both craved and dreaded to hear.

“Do you know…” He trailed off, blinking as if the words kept slipping away from him. “Do you know how hard it’s been? Pretending I don’t… pretending I don’t want to kiss you every damn time I see you?”

The confession knocked the air from my lungs, and I stood there, stunned, heart pounding too loudly in the silence that followed.

“Nix…” I began, voice barely a whisper, but he just shook his head, his eyes shifting, unfocused and pained.

“I wanted to kiss you from the very first second I heard your voice.” he said, voice rough and broken. "I remember how beautiful you looked the first day we worked together, how smart you were and how I just wanted to... But Kat- I couldn't... Do that to her and your- you..." He pinched the bridge of his nose, "I tried and... for what? For this?"

My lips were sealed with panic but the glint in my gaze and the liquor in his veins spurred him.

"Tell me it's just me... Tell me..." He did his best to lean forward without lolling too much. "Everytime it almost happened... Just say..." His look dropped to my lips, too intoxicated to care how obvious he was. "The 'what if's haunt me when I stare for too long..."

I couldn't say I didn't feel exactly like that. The cautious dance we were in was long overdue —the brush of a hand, a whisper closer than necessary, that drink we shared in Mourmelon that almost made us cross the line—, but it had been a silent mutual agreement not to act on it.

Before I could process everything, before I could find the right words to stop it without pretending I didn't feel the same, he leaned forward, his hands gripping my arms for support as he pressed his lips to mine.

It was lousy, desperate, filled with something raw and aching, and I didn’t know if it was my own hesitation or his unsteady hands that made it linger just a second too long.

He staggered back, eyes half-closed, almost as if he wasn’t sure if he’d imagined the whole thing. His hands dropped, and he swayed, his breath slowing as the exhaustion finally took over. His head slumped onto my shoulder, and he exhaled, a quiet surrender.

“Nix?” I whispered, looking down to see his eyes shut, breaths now slow and even.

The confession hung between us, unanswered. And I sat there, his weight against me, tangled in everything I wanted to say but couldn’t.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The panicked question floated in the air, heavy with something I couldn’t quite name.

"Y/n." I looked down, unable to meet his eyes. "Why do I remember kissing you?"

I cleared my throat and did my best to sound somewhat nonchalant about it. “Well, maybe because you kissed me, Lew.”

"For Christ's sake..." He groaned, rubbing his face with his palms. "Just what I needed, great. This is great."

"You drank too much." I tried to excuse him. Emphasis on 'tried'.

"I always drink too much and this never—" Another frustrated groan, this time louder, escaped him.

"I've never seen you... That drunk." The statement was tainted with worry; a worry I had felt the night before and didn't have time to voice. "You looked... awful. I had to drag you to the bed." I stole a peek at him while I explained, catching a mortified expression on his part as he sat up, legs hanging from the side of the bed as he was now facing me. "I get it. I really do. It's hard enough out here. Hey—" I kneeled down to meet his casted down face, much like the night before, but with very different circumstances. "You saw me in Noville. I wasn't... I wasn't myself. And it wasn't even-"

I pondered how to put my thoughts into words without making it worse. The best way to explain he wasn't all that bad without making a fool of myself.

"I didn't... Love him, y'know? Charles, I mean." At the name of my soon to be ex-husband, Nix seemed to regain the will to meet my eyes, which now recoiled from his. "Not anymore, at least. But it felt... The letter felt like a gut punch— I felt like... my life slipped through my fingers. And when stuff like that happens, we do stupid things. Because we feel lost."

"Is that what I said?"

"Huh?"

"That I felt lost."

I shook my head no, the realization that he didn't quite remember his drunken speech dawning on me.

"What exactly did I tell you?"

"You... Don't remember what you said?"

"No- I... What did I say?"

Suddenly eager to put distance between us, I bolted to my feet and walked out of the room. "I don't know- things anyone would say when they're drunk as a skunk."

"Like- like what things?" He questioned, his steps trailing behind me in the kitchen's direction.

"Nix, you were drunk and going through shit." Deep down, I didn't think I would be able to reason my way out of that one, but I had to try. "Don't put much thought into it." I insisted, reaching for the percolator to brew a very much needed coffee.

"What did I say? Y/n-" just as I was about to turn on the stove, he interlaced his calloused fingers around my wrist and gently tugged on it to stand face-to-face. "Just tell me how much I screwed it."

"You didn't screw anything."

"Then why can't you look at me?"

"Maybe because we've been trying not to end up here for a literal year and now this happened?"

Lew scrutinized me with fear in his dark eyes. I had seen that expression too many times, he was drawing his conclusions based on what he knew.

"Did I tell you I'm in love with you?"

Silence. Charged silence. One look was enough for him to realize he did not say that. His hand let go of me to cover his mouth while he took a step back.

Once more, I was at loss of words, which was something Nix had rarely accomplished in the time we had known each other.

"I... I don't know what I was thinking— Jesus Christ—" he exhaled the last part, an apology plastered all over him. "I'm just gonna... I shouldn't have come in the first place."

He was about to turn heel and leave. We both had done that before, more times than we could count. The difference was, there was no need for me to let him slip away; not anymore.

In a spurt of bravery, I grasped at his forearm and tugged him back, daring to stare straight into his soul while I spoke.

"You said Kat was divorcing you. Said you didn't think you'd feel like this." I began, voice clear as day. "You said you were done pretending you didn't wanna kiss me everytime you see me." He dropped his gaze, a flicker of regret in his eyes, jaw clenched tight. "You said the 'what if's haunt you if you stare for too long. You asked me if it was just you who felt like that."

"... Am I?" He recalculated the situation, shame dissipating to let me discern something similar to hope.

"Y'know what's the first thing I thought after reading Charles' letter?" He barely had time to deny with his head before I continued. "I thought 'fuck him, the man I love sleeps in my goddamn foxhole'." His breath hitched at the word but he didn't shy away from me; on the contrary, he watched my every move while my grip eased from his arm and traveled to the back of his neck. "Now tell me, are you fucking sober yet?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good 'cause I'm done pretending too."

My statement was hasty and quick. The previous night had left me too eager to return the kiss I had so desperately wanted to give him.

Months of stealing longing glances at each other fueled our need to make sure there was no space between us anymore. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my upper body flush against his while the kiss deepened in a way we could only have fantasized about— had it not been for those damn letters.

Who would have thought our silver lining of war would be our failed marriages?

[stawbeemilk]

⤷ relationship headcanons – hq

✩ characters: hinata, bokuto, tendou

✩ warnings: f!reader

✩ a/n: i had so much fun writing the first part so i'm doing more!! i love these three so much it's actually insane

⭑ hinata

⤷ you two are so cute together it's almost sickening, you're definitely that couple who everyone is lowkey jealous of because of how utterly infatuated you are with each other

⤷ hinata literally adores you so much, he sometimes annoys his friends and teammates because of how much he talks about you

⤷ he tries to dial it back but he can't help it, he just loves you so much— you and volleyball occupy pretty much all of his thoughts <3

⤷ hinata is literally a ray of sunshine, he always knows how to make you feel better when you're having a bad day

⤷ likes to send you good morning and good night texts when the two of you are apart, it's his way of showing you that he's thinking of you

⤷ he definitely prefers to be the little spoon when cuddling, but gets super embarrassed if you ever mention it in front of anyone

⤷ hinata thinks you look adorable in his clothes, whenever you put on one of his t-shirts and it's all loose and oversized on you it makes him weak in the knees— you're just too cute <3

⤷ he can't explain why but he gets so flustered whenever you wear his jersey and will start blushing and fumbling his words

⤷ loves to randomly pick you up and spin you around, lifting you so effortlessly as if you weigh nothing to him

⤷ lets you do his makeup because he gets to see your face up close, he thinks you look so pretty when you're focused and will have a lovesick grin plastered on his face the entire time

⤷ likes doing chores with you such as cleaning the house or buying groceries together, but every time you go shopping he somehow always manages to get lost and you end up spending half of the trip looking for each other

⤷ hinata is always showering you with compliments, and will call you beautiful at least three times a day

⤷ overall a huge sweetheart <3

⭑ bokuto

⤷ when bokuto falls in love, he falls hard— he adores absolutely everything about you and genuinely thinks the world of you

⤷ he's a very affectionate boyfriend, definitely gives the best hugs and makes you feel so safe when he wraps those beefy arms around you <3

⤷ he loves pda and will happily kiss you regardless of who's watching, but only if you're okay with it!! he never wants to make you uncomfortable and will definitely tone it down if you ask him to

⤷ bokuto can't sleep without you, when the two of you are away from each other he always has to call you and listen to your voice or else he won't be able to sleep

⤷ whenever you're sad he will do everything in his power to try and cheer you up or comfort you— likes to break out the puppy dog eyes if you refuse to tell him why you're upset

⤷ if you have an argument, he's always the first to apologise, even if he wasn't in the wrong

⤷ the first time you took him to a yakiniku restaurant on a date he very nearly got down on one knee and proposed to you

⤷ no matter how busy bokuto is with volleyball, he always manages to make time for you

⤷ he loves when you come to his games and cheer for him, and whenever he scores a point he'll make a heart with his hands at you

⤷ regardless of whether the team wins or loses, you always give him the biggest hug afterwards and tell him how proud of him you are

⤷ bokuto enjoys watching you do your skincare routine and will be over the moon when you ask him if he wants to do it with you

⤷ he would be lying if he said he understood what any of your products actually were, but he loves the feeling of you applying all the different creams and serums to his face

⤷ he's such a golden retriever bf

⭑ tendou

⤷ tendou still doesn't understand how he managed to end up with someone as gorgeous as you, he honestly thinks he's the luckiest guy on earth

⤷ literally worships the ground you walk on

⤷ he still can't believe he gets to wake up next to you, and he sometimes has to pinch himself in the morning to make sure he isn't dreaming

⤷ the first time you called him handsome he cried

⤷ tendou gets so excited if you're someone who also likes anime, the two of you binge watch so many shows together and he'll talk about his favourite characters with you for hours

⤷ takes you on cute little café and park dates

⤷ he's also quite spontaneous and will do things like randomly surprise you with tickets to disneyland or the eiffel tower

⤷ likes to sneak up behind you and scare you for absolutely no reason, he thinks it's so cute when you get mad at him for it

⤷ tendou actually gets really insecure if he catches someone else flirting with you— it's not that he doesn't trust you, because he does more than anything, it's just that there's always a voice in the back of his mind telling him you could do so much better than him </3

⤷ needs a lot of cuddles and reassurance from you, please tell him that he's good enough and that you love him just the way he is

⤷ if you have a sweet tooth, he likes to surprise you by bringing you little chocolates home from work <3

⤷ he's so touched starved, when the two of you first started dating it caught him so off guard when you would show him affection

⤷ but as time went on and he grew accustomed to your touch it wasn't long before he revealed his clingy side to you— asking you for cuddles and kisses all the time and sending you texts while he's at work saying that he misses you

⤷ protect him

⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!

[dtrghost]

Okay, hear me out. Angst. Ghost. Both Ghost and reader are on 141, but have a secret relationship. They have a habit of tapping each other 3 times to say I love you. Reader gets mortally wounded and because they can’t speak, raises a hand to cradle his face and tap 3 times…. that is all. no pressure to write this but it’s stuck in my brain and it’s gotta get out.

MMMMMMM. MMMMMMM. I took it in a different direction, because if someone you love is dying, than you don't care about hiding anymore, i love this request though, and i'll be sure to do my best.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x GN!reader

Warnings: I cried like three times writing this so read at your own risk. death, blood, mentions of grief and depression and just a bunch of sad shit. happy ending if you think about it?

You had met Simon on a mission, a standard overwatch operation with you perched on a water tower, a sniper carefully secured to the railing in the dead of night as you guided them through the murky waters of a swamp, leading them with a single high-powered laser as a guide, watching for anyone who might catch you, him, or both. You guided them through landmines and body heat sensing, computer programmed guns sitting at the top of a canyon, and brought them back safely.

HQ saw how well you worked together, how when you moved, he moved, and how the connection went both ways, so they put you both on Task Force 141 where countless missions grew an undying, never breaking bond that supported you through the hardest times. On those missions, during the dark nights and bright days where the sun burned your skin and the moon kissed you to sleep with it's gentle gleam, you found yourself falling for him, and vice versa. You fell first, but he fell harder, and he desperately needed to protect what you had, so you hid it. On missions, you acted as you usually did, indifferent with an aura of trust that vibrated within the team, but three taps to the arm solidified your love for each other.

Three taps before a mission, three taps after a success, three taps at the end of every day, three taps before you slept, and three taps when you woke up. I love you.

I love you.

I love you. You needed him just as much as he needed you, and in a whirlwind of time, years of missions and sneaking off base to grab a drink at some shitty pub where you'd find yourself drinking a can of soda while he racked up glasses of bear, you knew that he was the one, and he knew it too. You married, a private wedding with only the two of you, the priest being an old family friend of Simon's who died a year later, leaving just the two of you with the knowledge of your relationship. It wasn't extravagant by any means, but it was enough to make the both of you happy, and that's what mattered. To the both of you, life was good, your relationship was kept a well maintained secret, your love still as strong as ever even if you couldn't express it as openly as you wished.

But you both knew the dangers, the close calls that led to nights where you'd sneak into each other's rooms, tears falling onto the pillow cases as you laid wrapped in each other's embrace, whispering soft words of affection that you couldn't whisper anywhere else, keeping quiet so nobody would hear you.

My love, My world, My other half. The arguments were limited to but a handful, all only happening because of a mistake on a mission, a reckless decision that led to a risk in someone's life. Simon or yourself dragging each other to the forest outside of base so you could let your emotions burst at the seams, yelling at each other with ferocious tones that symbolized the depths of your fear. Simon was the worst, he had nobody left, no family, friends being hard to come by other than his team, and losing you was something he couldn't afford, something he wouldn't allow.

...

So when you were shot, and he could feel your pulse slow down with your blood coating his fingers in the middle of a forest with just the two of you, it was almost surreal.

...not you. anyone but you.

"Hey, hey, look at me." He commanded, his tone firm yet contradicted by the fear in his voice. Blood was gushing out of your wound, seeping into his vest, his gloves, into his soul that felt like it was being torn apart, shattered into tiny pieces.

"Simon-"

"Don't talk. You're gonna be fine." His voice cracked as he shouted for help, evac on it's way as he pressed his hans down on your wound to try and slow the inevitable.

"We knew the risks." You soothed, your body growing weak as a tear dripped down your cheek, falling from his eyes as he hovered over you.

"No no no no please not you, not you anyone but you."

He pleaded, his voice hoarse and rough with agony as he rocked you back in forth, consoling himself and you as you began to fade away, clinging your weak and fragile body to his, feeling as if you were being ripped away from him. He hated how helpless he felt, how small the weight of the world and the situation he couldn't control made him feel. Regrets snuck up on him, he could've been faster, he could've been stronger, he could've said I love you and proudly showed you off to the world as his so you didn't have to hide.

"Simon, please, look at me." He did, because in his heart he knew he didn't have much time left, that this was your final night alive, the last time he'd hear your voice, see the light in your eyes staring back up at him, to hold you while you were still alive.

"I love you."

"No, don't start, you're gonna be fine. You're fine."

"You're right. I can't even feel it anymore. I'm not in pain, I'm with you, i'm right here." You soothed, your fingers coming up to his face, pulling up his mask in the solitude of the forest you were hiding in. You wiped his tears, smiling that smile that he fell for all those years ago. With three taps, he watched your eyes twinkle, symbolizing the last breath of a dying star as your hand dropped, taking your last breath as he tapped back, sending you off with a final, silent I love you as the sun sank, the warm glow fading as a cold current passed through him.

The world around him was silent as he stared down at your face, seeing the peace, the serenity as everything crashed down on him. Your future together was gone, your plans crushed under the fist of death, the force that swept you away from him as he cried your name. For days he didn't leave his room, letting his grief consume him as he listened to your voicemails over and over to ingrain the sound in his mind, your ring dangling from his neck as his tears fell on the framed picture of you two together that he had hidden away in his home. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat, and for a time nobody knew why, until he walked into work one day wearing his ring which he had altered to have your initials engraved into the gold metal that he adored, because he always believed gold complimented you the best.

You were his sun, his life, the reason why the world spun and why his chest continued to rise and fall with every breath he took. You were who he looked for when he got home, you were who he thought of when he looked up at the moon at night, and you were the painful reminder that he was once again alone, destined to live his life as the soldier who lost everything and deserved nothing. Days, weeks, and months passed, and he tried to go on, to continue his job the way you wanted him to.

And on one day, one day he'd remember for the rest of his life as his salvation, his body fell to the floor with a hard thump, the hot metal of a bullet striking him in the heart that ached for every part of you. His eyes met Price who went to call for medics, only to see the silent pleading in the eyes of his companion. John remembered that night, the night where he finally confronted his subordinate about his behavior, hearing the story of your love and remembering his words.

If and when it happens, let me go. Let me choose to be with them.

So John stopped his team with a shake of his head, the serenity of Simon's eyes bringing him the relief he needed to finally let him go with a smile his way.

"Find her Simon."

He couldn't help but smile at the memories he shared with you, his life with you flashing in his mind like he'd read in books or seen in movies, relishing the comfort of the rising sun as he embraced his life coming to it's inevitable end. He hoped that your death was this peaceful, that his arms that supported you brought the same warm and comfort that he felt in this moment as he went to join you, and as his eyes closed for the last time, he felt himself being pulled away by the gentle tide of departure from the physical world as a bright like glowed, encasing his eyelids so it was all he could see. With three taps on his arm and the gap in his soul being filled to the brim with your love, he knew he was home.

At last.

Yeahhh. I cried in front of my roommates writing this bro. Anyway enjoy!! Thank you so much for the request!!

[thevanillerose]

FIREFLY | GIYU x READER | DEMON SLAYER

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

He was a man who never smiled.

At least, you had never seen it happen. You wondered if it were even possible.

Training recently had been rigorous. Ruthless, actually, and the weariness was setting in. You’d rarely seen Giyu because you were just too busy with everything else. You were ever so intrigued by him, but he never seemed to be around.

So when you did happen across him again, it was a bit of a surprise. Particularly where you found him.

A little up from where Hashira HQ was, at the top of one of the winding mountain paths, was a small, peaceful lake. Small enough to almost be a pond, it was situated in a spot that you might not find if you weren’t looking hard enough. Nestled in among rocks, laden with lush undergrowth greenery, it wasn’t easy to spot.

When you did though, the first time you’d come up here on an ‘extra training’ hike, you fell in love with this place. A tiny pocket of peace you could escape to whenever you had a break from being beasted back at the compound. 

You didn’t figure anyone else knew about it. So it shocked you, when you trekked up there again one night, and, panting and sweating, happened across him.

Giyu stood by the water’s edge, calmly, almost looking as if he were waiting for something. At first, you froze in place and almost considered turning back entirely. Maybe he wanted to be alone here. Certainly, it was the sort of place you came to for that reason. 

However, he seemed to have clocked your presence already, as, without even turning his head, he spoke softly:

“You don’t have to leave.”

A bit bewildered, you took a tentative step forward, moving past one of the rocks and placing your hand upon it. The uneven, mossy surface was still damp from the rain that had fallen earlier that day. The air had a humid feel to it.

“You…you’re sure?” Speaking to him always made you a little bit nervous, “I don’t want to interrupt anything-”

“You’re not interrupting anything.” he reassured you in a calm tone, turning to look at you, “Do you often come up here?”

Taking a breath that was shaky, you walked up to him. His moody eyes were fixed on you, but there was nothing standoffish about him. He was just…quiet. But Giyu was always quiet. That was just his way.

And he seemed to want to know. Genuinely.

“Yeah I…sometimes I do.” you came to stand beside him, looking out over the dark water, the moon reflected as a rippling crystal orb. The two of you simply took in the sight for a while, feeling a sense of total peace here.

“As do I. I’m surprised we haven’t run into one another here before.”

You gazed across at him. A stoic man, through and through. But there was something serene about his presence here. Something that made you feel reassured.

Giyu’s hand stretched out, delicately, and hovered above the water. At first, you wondered if he wouldn’t use his powers here. But instead, his hand turned over slowly, showing his palm to the stars, and he unfurled his fingers into a pose.

“...What are you doing?” you asked, but he hushed you. Buttoning your lip, you kept watching, slightly confused, until suddenly, something materialized.

Atop the tip of his slender finger, a tiny orb of light came to land. At first you believed this was some sort of new magic, but as it ebbed and glowed again, you could see the tiny body of a firefly.

“Ah~” your first word in a little while was a soft exhale of awe. Your delight only grew all the more, when the creature was soon joined by its companions.

It seemed to happen at once. The previously dim and shadowed lake, only illuminated by the moon, now began to shine all over. Tiny, seemingly insignificant little golden dots gathered together into a swathe of glimmer. A gorgeous sight.

“Wow…” you breathed, your own widened eyes reflecting the beauty you were witnessing. More and more seemed to materialize straight from the darkness, until it was almost as if it weren’t night at all. 

Eventually, you looked across at him. You’d been so taken aback by the beauty, only now did you turn to speak to Giyu again, intending to ask him; “Did you always know they were here?”It stunned you into silence though, when you saw his expression. 

He was smiling.

Stopping yourself from letting out a word, you pursed your lips, and showed a smile of your own. Looking back over the lake again, you simply took in the view, fireflies surrounding you. You simply made the most, quietly feeling grateful that he trusted you that much.

Wondering, if perhaps he felt the same way about you, as you had come to realize you felt about him.

Just wondering… Because in a moment like this, nothing needed to be said at all. A/N: Had to redo this one because my cat walked on my keyboard. Because of course she did.

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[yokumirumerafan]

Hi could you maybe write something for douma simularly what u did for muzan👉👈doesnt have to be alot really only if ur down for it

Of course I could and will! Seriously Douma is such a babygirl!!!! T^T

1. Nicknames Douma Would Call You

Angel (because he’s just that good at twisting words, and he likes playing with the idea of corrupting you)

Dove (soft, pure, innocent, but he’ll turn you into something else)

Sweetheart (he loves to sound sweet while plotting your eventual demise... in the most charming way)

Dearest (his favorite when he’s feeling ��affectionate,” but with a smirk you can’t quite read)

My Little Flower (He’s obsessed with delicate things—especially if they’re fragile and easy to crush)

Precious (because he loves how easy it is to control you, or at least pretend he does)

Cherry (loves the sweetness, but always ready to bite)

2. Basic HCs about Douma

He’s got a supernatural level of charm. Like, he could convince you that the sky is green and you’d believe it just because he said it.

He doesn’t really have a “genuine” emotional connection to people—except you, because you’re the one he’s playing his most dangerous game with.

He loves to manipulate and play with people’s emotions—his form of affection is twisted, but he’ll pretend to “care” just to get a rise out of you.

He’s insufferably smug and has a never-ending sense of superiority. He thrives on being the smartest, most powerful person in the room.

Douma’s favorite hobby? Watching people suffer. And if that person happens to be you? He’ll enjoy the way you crumble, only to build you back up in his image.

He’s very patient, especially when it comes to making you depend on him. It’s all part of his plan—make you fall for him, then twist everything around until you’re tangled in his web.

He’s always smiling. It’s never genuine—it’s that unsettling, predatory grin that tells you he’s always thinking two steps ahead.

When he does show affection, it’s twisted. He might give you a little kiss on the forehead or hold you, but it’s always followed by something that makes you second guess your feelings for him.

Scenario: Y/N Sneaking Out for a Date with Douma

The night was quiet, and the moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the Demon Slayer HQ. Y/N had slipped out of her room unnoticed, the cool night air brushing against her skin as she quietly made her way through the corridors. She was meeting Douma tonight—her secret, somewhat rebellious date with the annoying but captivating demon.

She had chosen a simple yet cute outfit: a pair of short shorts and a loose, airy shirt. The shorts were practical for a warm night, but Douma would no doubt have something to say about them. He always did.

As she reached the back exit, she found Douma already waiting, his usual mischievous grin stretched across his face. He leaned casually against the stone wall, his eyes immediately flicking down to her outfit. His smirk deepened.

“Well, well, look who’s dressed to distract,” Douma teased, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. His eyes lingered on her shorts, the barely-there fabric, before meeting her gaze. “You know, I’ve got to say, those shorts are very short. What’s the occasion?”

Y/N rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, her lips curling into a smirk. “I’m just comfortable. It’s hot tonight,” she replied, feigning innocence. “You should try it sometime.”

Douma pouted dramatically. “Comfortable, huh?” He took a step closer, inspecting her as if she were some kind of puzzle. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m having a really hard time focusing right now.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, not at all surprised by his antics. “Oh? What’s wrong? Can’t focus because of my outfit?” She tilted her head, an innocent smile playing at her lips as she looked up at him. “Are you sure you’re not just distracted by me?”

Douma grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “Distracted? Me? Never,” he said with exaggerated confidence, though there was a hint of hesitation in his voice. He could never resist her teasing.

She took a slow step closer to him, just enough to tease but not too much to cross the line. “Really? Because I think you’re very distracted,” she said, leaning in a little, just enough to make him shift on his feet. “Maybe you're just upset you can’t keep your eyes to yourself.”

Douma’s eyes flicked away for a split second, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks, but he recovered quickly, flashing her that cocky grin again. “I can totally keep my eyes to myself. I’m just worried about you, that’s all,” he said, his voice slightly faltering as he looked at her legs once more. “What if someone sees you walking around in those? It might be dangerous.”

Y/N chuckled, enjoying watching him squirm. “I think I can handle myself just fine, Douma,” she said, her voice sweet but with an underlying edge of mischief. “But if you’re so concerned, you could always keep your eyes on me the whole time, right?”

Douma froze, his eyes wide, realizing what she was implying. He immediately took a step back, laughing nervously. “I—I don’t need to do that. I’m just... I’m just looking out for you!” His grin was a little more forced now, and the flush on his cheeks was impossible to miss.

Y/N leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms with a smirk that made Douma’s insides twist. “Well, you’re really looking out for me, huh? Keeping your eyes on my legs all night? That’s so sweet of you.” Her voice was teasing, a playful challenge in her tone.

Douma blinked rapidly, trying his best to play it off, but it was clear he was both flustered and struggling to hold onto his usual cool demeanor. “I-I was just making sure you’re alright,” he muttered, though the words were coming out more stilted than usual.

Y/N laughed lightly and took a step toward the exit. “Well, I’m fine. And I’ll be heading home now. I think I’ve given you enough of a challenge for one night,” she said with a wink, her voice dripping with playful finality.

Douma blinked, his expression a mix of frustration and something more—something a little more flustered. “You’re really leaving?” he asked, trying to keep his voice casual, but it came out with a trace of uncertainty.

Y/N gave him one last teasing look, her lips curling into a grin. “Yep. I think you’ve had enough of me for tonight. Good night, Douma. Or more of a good morning” she said, her voice light, almost too innocent.

She turned away, walking toward the shadows, leaving Douma standing there, utterly flustered and completely caught off guard. He stared after her for a moment, then sighed dramatically, muttering to himself. “I wasn’t bothered... I wasn’t...”

But the flush on his cheeks and the way he kept glancing in the direction she’d left told a very different story.