The Tyrant (i)

the tyrant (i)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sukuna ryomen x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4,089

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

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

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

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

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

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

Sukuna: "Why aren't you continuing?"

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

Sukuna: "You should've said so."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chocobros

◈ ♣︎Get chummy with me [Poly]

[F Reader] (Y/N) is the school friend of Noctis and Prompto. The trio is incredibly close and outsiders might not believe them when they say they’re just friends if they saw how they acted behind closed doors. One person who doesn’t like this is (Y/N)’s father. Luckily Noctis door always stands open when she can’t stand her father’s bickering. A quiet place to just bundle up and cuddle. A safe haven.

◈ ♣︎Gladnis “courting” HC [Poly]

◈ ♣︎Love at first sight HC

◈ ♣︎Reacting to cuddles Scenario

How the chocobros would react to their crush leaning on them/nuzzling them because they are tired and the boys are warm.

Cindy Aurum

◈ ♣︎Love on wheels

[F, Biker Reader] Watch out Prompto, Reader is coming to get yo girl

Ignis Scientia

◈ ♣︎Hot wheels in a summer breeze

[F Reader] Ignis encounters a lively biker as she almost runs him over in her hurry.

◈ ♣︎♠︎Though skin, Rough bruises

[GN Reader] Reader gets injured after car crash and Ignis takes care of them and defends them from cheating ex.

Prompto Argentum

◈ ♣︎Singing to Prompto

[GN Reader] His s/o sings him to sleep after a long day.

Also write for:

Noctis | Gladiolus | Luna | Ardyn

♦︎General ♣︎Fluff ♠︎Angst ♥︎NSFW ✉︎Event ✮Current Favorite

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fluffshelf

3 years ago

Masterlist

Disclaimer: The Reader is usually female, if they’re not it will most likely be noted somewhere in the summary, and/or author’s note.

Supernatural - Series/One-Shots/Drabbles

Apple Pie Life - Dean x Reader (One-shot)

Breakfast - Dean x Reader (Drabble)

Cabin Fever - Dean x Reader (One-shot)

Cuddles - Dean x Reader (Drabble)

“I Don’t Know If I Can Do This Anymore” - Dean x Reader (Drabble)

“I’m Not Coming Home” - Dean x Reader (Drabble)

I Only Followed Orders - Dean x Reader (Mini-Series)

“I’ve Got You” - Dean x Reader (Drabble)

Late Night Research - Sam x Reader (Drabble)

Not The Same - Dean x Reader (Drabble)

Run Buddies - Sam x Reader (One-Shot)

Brooklyn Nine-Nine - Series/One-Shots/ Drabbles

The Fear Of Losing You - Jake Peralta x Reader (One-shot)

Hold Me Please - Jake Peralta x Reader (One-shot)

Ten Fingers and Ten Toes - Jake Peralta x Reader Platonic (Drabble)

Marvel - Series/One-Shots/Drabbles

Out of Time - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (Mini-Series)

Overthrow - Loki x Reader (Drabble)

Rainy Days - Peter Parker x Reader (Drabble)

Study Date - Peter Parker x Reader (Drabble)

Taking Care Of You’re Wounds - Steve Rogers x Reader (Drabble)

Harry Potter - Series/One-Shots/Drabbles

I Love You, No Matter The Outcome - Cedric Diggory x Reader (One-shot)

The Best Day Of Our Lives - Draco x Reader (One-Shot)

Why Is She Not Good Enough? - Draco x Reader (One-shot)

“You’re A Great Mother” - Draco x Reader (Drabble)

Knives Out - Series/One-Shot/Drabbles

A Cover Is Not The Book - Ransom x Reader (One-shot)

Get Out Of Our House - Ransom x Reader (Drabble)

Outer Banks - Series/One-Shots/Drabbles

Bruised Not Broken - JJ Maybank x Reader (One-shot)

Don’t Touch Her - JJ Maybank x Reader (Drabble)

I Got In! - JJ Maybank x Reader (One-Shot)

I Love You, Don’t You Know That! - Rafe x Reader (One-shot)

It’s Not Fine - JJ Maybank x Reader (One-shot)

The Witcher - Series/One-Shots/Drabbles

Day Drinking - Jaskier x Reader (Drabble)

My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia - Series/One-Shots/Drabbles

Caught - Hanta Sero x Reader (Drabble)

Early Mornings - Keigo Takami x Reader (Drabble)

Exam Season - Keigo Takami x Reader (One-Shot)

Goodnight - Dabi x Reader (Drabble)

If I Catch Fire - Touya Todoroki x Reader (Complete Ao3 Series)

Misdemeanor - Dabi x Reader (One-shot)

Mistletoe Kisses - Shota Aizawa x Reader - (Drabble)

Nowhere I’d Rather Be - Keigo Takami x Reader (One-Shot)

Safe In Your Arms - Keigo Takami x Reader (One-Shot)

Small World After All - Keigo Takami x Reader (One-Shot)

Surprise Visit - Keigo Takami x Reader (Drabble)

The Darkness That Follows - Dabi x Reader (One-Shot)

Valentine’s Day - Katsuki Bakugo x Reader (Drabble)

Walking In The Snow - Shoto Todoroki x Reader (Drabble)

Where’s My Love - Keigo Takami x Reader, Dabi x Reader (Complete Mini-Series)

Haikyuu - Series/One-Shots/Drabbles

I Remembered - Tobio Kageyama x Reader (Drabble)

Let’s Get You To Bed - Tōru Oikawa x Reader (Drabble)

Making Up for Lost Time - Tetsurō Kuroo x Reader (Drabble)

Please, I Insist - Kōshi Sugawara x Reader (One-Shot)

Please, Mr. Ghost Face - Tetsurō Kuroo x Reader (One-Shot)

They Did It - Keishin Ukai x Reader (Drabble)

Worth More Than This - Tōru Oikawa x Reader (One-Shot)

Genshin Impact - Series/One-Shots/Drabbles

Autumn Breeze - Kaedehara Kazuha x Reader (Drabble)

Out Of Reach - Childe x Traveller!Reader (One-Shot)

Recharge - Zhongli x Reader (Drabble)

Jujutsu Kaisen - Series/One-Shots/Drabbles

Numb The Feeling - Satoru Gojo x Reader (Drabble)

Real Actors/Actresses - Series/One-Shots/Drabbles

Chris Comfort - Chris Evans x Reader (Drabble Series[ish])

Early Flights - Tom Holland x Reader (Drabble)

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fluffshelf

3 years ago

Being Best Friends with Them

❧ Genre: fluff

❧ Includes: Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Xiangling, Zhongli, Hu Tao,

❧ Warnings: food mentions (Xiangling)

❧ A/N: I love a little bit of platonic love every know and again

~※ Main Masterlist ※~

Kaeya is always sweet with you. He does not tolerate anyone talking bad about you or making rude comments. He’ll punch someone straight in the mouth if he hears them talking bad about you. He loves to spend is evenings talking with you over a drink at Angel’s Share. He does tease you a lot - all in good fun, of course. He just likes seeing how worked up you can get.

Sometimes you can’t quite tell if you and Albedo are friends but rest assured, you are in his eyes. There’s always an open invitation for you to visit him while he’s in Dragonspire; he actually enjoys when you come to visit. He enjoys your company even if you aren’t working on the same thing. He cares about your opinion on everything he works on and will ask you for it often.

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3 years ago

Shouto Todoroki SFW Alphabet

Navi NSFW alphabet

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SFW

A - Affection

° Is a ragdoll if that makes any sense. For hugs he'll just slump into you, whether if you're facing him or if he's hugging your back. When you two are going to bed, same thing. He'll either loosely wrap an arm or leg around you or simply just lay on top of you. Even if you are internally suffering because this boy is beefy and quite tall, he'll sigh in content and purr a 'goodnight' or 'I love you'. He also will do this in public, he doesn't comprehend that it could make someone uncomfortable.

B - Best friend

° He's like a cat, you have to prove your trustworthy enough for his company. And once you do, he'll nonstop follow you around. It's awkwardly endearing since he'll just follow you to wherever you go silently, genuinely suffering if you call in sick because he's so used to being around you. 9/10 he'll go to your house with some soup and medicine, not caring what he misses.

C - Cuddles

° This man is the most love deprived person in UA and no one can change my mind. So when you first cuddle him, it'll be like holding onto a human sized rock. It'll take a couple of months before he softens up and loosely returns the cuddles. His favorite type of cuddles is where you pretty much spoil him, it's when he lays his head on your lap so you can trace his features and play with his hair.

D - Domestic (Would they settle down?)

° You're the one who'd have to take things slow, the moment you two are officially dating is the time where he just assumes you two are going to get married eventually. It's his family who taught him that since Endeavor only married Rei for her powers. So he doesn't know that much about a sincere and regular paced relationship.

E - Ending (How would they end a relationship?)

° This man is too loyal to ever end a relationship and I stand by that, either the partner would have to end it or he would've rejected the person from the start. He has so much baggage that he's worried that no one else will be able to handle it, so he won't lose you if it's his choice.

F - Fiancé

° He'd propose after the second date if it weren't for you telling him that you want a regular paced relationship. He's ready, he has the ring, he has the dinner, he even has his damn tuxedo and rose. So the moment you even hint towards the fact that you want a wedding, he's leaving a note saying to meet him at the restaurant you both went to on your first date.

G - Gentle (Are they gentle on your feelings?)

° I'd love to say yes... But Shouto is far too blunt to be considered gentle on anyone. If he hurts you, he genuinely does not mean to and will not realize he has until you verbally explain it to him. You'd have to tell him your insecurities and baggage beforehand unless you want some very blunt and sharp comments from him that hurt.

H - Hugs

° Like I said before, he'll Ragdoll. His favorite hug is when you're back is faced towards while your cooking or training, then he'll rest his head into the crook of your neck and slump his larger body over yours gently. He'll sigh in content, watching you continue what you were doing with a blank stare. This really makes you question is Shouto is part cat.

I - I love you

° Took three months of dating before he said those three words to you, and surprisingly he was the first one to say it. You were visiting Shouto at his house, worried since he was home sick. When you walked in, you heard Endeavor scolding your boyfriend for being too weak to train thanks to his illness. Hearing this enraged you, so you stormed into their gym and cornered Enji into a corner while screaming at him. Seeing you stick up for him made Shouto feel loved, so when you ushered him back to bed he whispered those words that rang through his head.

J - Jealousy

° He thinks it's being protective, when in reality he just doesn't like it when you hang around certain people *cough Kaminari cough*. Shouto feels his heart stop when he sees naturally clingy people like Kaminari and Kirishima hugging you or offering a shoulder massage after a battle. He always buts in rather coldly, saying it's his job to hug and massage you not theirs. Please reassure him, he's very insecure and will tear up to a point.

K - Kisses

° His lips are very soft and plump but also semi cold, they always taste like Soba or mint hot chocolate no in between. Shouto will cup your jaw gently, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you begin to drape your arms over his broad shoulders. His lips are very addicting and he doesn't understand the concept of PDA, so it's up to you to control both of you in public.

L - Little ones

° Wants to be a father, but is nervous that'll he'll become a shitty one like his own dad. He'd love to see little versions of you and him running across your shared home as they play around like children should. When you do have children he'll be the soft parent, too scared of scolding them thanks to his experiences with his own family.

M - Mornings

° Wakes up at the crack of dawn, goes outside to stretch and train for a bit, then goes back inside to wake you up and shower with you. He always makes breakfast since you're usually a mess in the morning, but the only thing he can't make is coffee since he doesn't drink it and wouldn't know how to make it. But if you drink tea then he'll take over breakfast fully. Shouto wears a tank top, boxers, and bunny slippers in the morning... And will tie his hair up into the tiniest ponytail (Rip because Shouto stans would be dead).

N - Night

° Even though he's a morning person, he surprisingly stays up quite late. He'll sit in bed and read a book, but he'll put it away if you want to watch a show with him before bed. He refuses to go to sleep without doing five specific things, Having a cute bubble bath with you, Giving each other a massage, talking about your days, asking what you want for breakfast tomorrow, and sharing a goodnight kiss. Skip any of those and he'll have trouble sleeping.

O - Open

° He'll talk about his struggles but he will be very vague with them until you're further in the relationship, he'll simply say his dad is a dick and abused his family rather than going into details about how much he suffers inside. He will understand if you have trouble talking about a certain struggle of yours, but he'll reassure you that he'll never judge you and that you can trust him.

P - Patience

° He's quite patient when it comes to you, he may not understand what a regular paced relationship is at the start. But he'll be willing to learn and understand, he's a great listener and will rarely ever fight with you. His goal is too be nothing like his father, and being so calm and collected really helps him achieve it.

Q - Quizzes (Do they remember details?)

° He remembers too many, he knows what shirt you wore the first day you two met and he knows what the first thing you said to him was. If you ask him a simple question like 'What's my favorite color?' he'll answer correctly in an instant, he sees your Quizzes as a challenge and he refuses to get any of them wrong.

R - Remember (Favorite memory)

° His favorite memory was your first kiss. It was in the middle of winter and he insisted on staying with you at your dorm thanks to the raging blizzard outside. You both were huddled under the blankets as he stroked his heated hand over your back to warm you up, you looked up at Shouto smiling warmly as his softly heated hand lit up the small space under your blanket. You shifted forward gently, pressing a quick peck across his lips. Your lips were so much warmer compared to his, and the cute giggle you made after you backed away only left him flustered. "One more?" Shouto begged, already leaning in.

S - Security (How protective are they?)

° Very, he's not toxic or verbal about it however. But if you come home after a battle, he'll pretty much run towards you and shower you in praises. He trusts you to defend yourself, but it never fails to scare him when you fight without him by your side. The last thing he wants is for you to be alone and in danger, or worse die alone without saying goodbye.

T - Try (How much do they put in the relationship)

° Shouto tries his best at everything when it comes to you, he'll stay up all night researching what a boyfriend should do. He goes out of his way even if it seems like small gestures, Shouto will get better with the relationship as time passes. But don't let his cold façade fool you, this boy is wrapped around your finger and he doesn't plan on slipping off.

U - Ugly (Bad traits)

° Shouto is very blunt and can come off as almost emotionless at points, he will definitely try to work on it when he start dating you. But he honestly just can't help it at times, if you wear something not overly flattering he will straight up say you look terrible without realizing how harsh it comes off. He's also not the best at comforting so you'll have to teach him how.

W - Wildcard

° Shouto loves calling you angel and my love, he likes how they make you sound like royalty. Since in his eyes you are royalty, he won't call you generic nicknames like baby, babe, babygirl, princess and so on. He only uses your name, angel, my love, or if he's feeling flirty 'Soon to be Mrs. Todoroki'.

X - X's (How many Exes does he have?)

° He has many but not in a bad way, they all went on one date with him and never called him back because they didn't enjoy his lack of romance knowledge. Some names to point out are, Momo, Kendo, Shoji (Shouto gives off bi vibes), Tokoyami, Mina, A male and female reporter, and Ojiro. Momo went on two more dates with him, but ended it when she fell for Jirou.

Y - Yuck (Doesn't want in someone)

° He doesn't want someone who only likes him for his quirk or his looks, he wants them to like him for him and not because he's popular among many. Shouto will not date someone who is close minded either, I can see Shouto not judging someone by their looks and simply liking their personality, so if someone who is judgy hits on him he'll decline in an instant. He won't click well with someone aggressive, picky, dramatic, or who isn't committed fully in him. This goes without saying, but he'll never date someone his dad wants him to.

Z - Zzz (Sleeping habits)

° Can't sleep if you're still awake, you will have to fall asleep first or he won't sleep at all. He likes being the little spoon and he's open about it, he likes feeling babied and protected since he's not used to it. A way to easily make him tired is by playing with his hair and kissing over his head and scar.

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fluffshelf

3 years ago

you are the sun (and all that i bask in)

pairings (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe/tartaglia, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif, thoma, arataki itto, gorou x gender neutral reader

word count - 3549

genre - fluff

format - headcanons + blurbs

warnings - kissing, skinship, sharing a bed, vague spoiler for dain's identity, consensual waking with kisses

summary - good morning kisses with the boys :)

a/n - this is my submission for @xiaosmoon's valentines collab for the 7th day prompt: good morning kisses! :) it's also my first post in a while (i'm a lil rusty on writing so forgive me if i don't make sense in some parts aaa), and i just wanted to say thank you all for the neverending support and love i receive on this blog despite my inactivity, it means the world to me :) i hope you enjoy the post! <3

diluc—☆

there's never a morning where diluc doesn't kiss you upon awakening

it's how he starts his day and as necessary and mundane as eating breakfast or brushing his teeth (or breathing, dare he say)

good morning kisses are among his favorites because to him, there's no better way to be welcomed into the waking world that with the softness of your lips against his

he'll sacrifice some of his time allotted for his morning routine, but it's worth it just to spend a few more minutes with you

his kisses are firm and bathed in unwavering love, yet they shield a trembling longing that's caged beneath the flesh of his skin. every ticklish traversal of your fingertips, warm from sleep, stemming upwards from the small of his back to the apples of his cheeks set his heart ablaze and body alight. you'd cup his cheeks and welcome him to the world of consciousness with a smile that rivalled the stars themselves and a kiss tasting of the remnants of sweet dreams.

diluc would murmur words of insistence: that with the sun's blossom over the rolling hills and mountains of mondstat, he too should rise and tend to his duties. but within your arms under thick, wooly sheets was where he longed to be and desired to remain. it was easy to persuade him to spend an extra five minutes wrapped up in your arms: embarrassingly so. he'd pay the price when he scrambled to get ready, sands of time running so quickly through his hands as he would later hop around on one leg with half his leg in the pants hole, ruby broach tugged halfway over his face.

but it was all worth it to spend just a little more time basking in the morning sun and waking up to the feeling of your lips on his. so he stays for just "five more minutes" and lets his lips and soul connect against yours.

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kaeya—☆

kaeya loves to wake you up in the same way each morning: with his kisses

morning sun is always too hot for someone like him but you ground him back in reality and let him know that to live is to burn as much as it is to freeze

there are no teasing remarks, no neatly folded smiles or careful laughs

just your sweet kaeya and his loving kisses to greet you with the morning sun

dawn was never preferable for a man who thrived in shadows: but you were a different kind of light.

gentle as a firefly, ethereal and milky as the moon and tender as lakewater in the depths of midnight: you were his sun if sunshine were bathed in an inky mist.

with his arms wound tight around your body and a caress of his thumb just beneath your eye—shut in bliss and slumber—kaeya observed the rise of dawn and felt his skin tingle with a cathartic release, leaving the calm rise and fall of your chest and gentle pitter patter of your heartbeat to soothe the aches and sores that came with the sun.

he'd wake you up first with a kiss to your forehead (because blessed was the brain beneath your skull that looked at him and found love, solace, and home). your nose would scrunch up adorably, but settle back to baseline; this would not do. then, another to your cheeks (both of them, because he loved how supple and sweet they felt beneath his lips). next were your eyelids, where he longed to see the beautiful (e/c) gems hidden beneath the tenderness of your skin and recite poems of love with nothing but his eyes.

finally were your lips, where you became his muse and breathed life into him. by this point, you'd awaken (though you usually awoke when he kissed your eyelids but feigned sleep with a tricky smile on your face) and wrung your arms around his neck to tug him closer; and he'd let you, just like he did every morning.

but kaeya decided to prolong his usual morning kiss routine with you today: the early morning sun fancied you a divinity and bathed you in its glow, and though he was just a mere sinner, he longed to lay within your embrace and commit every inch of your beautiful face to his memory by heart.

albedo—☆

waking up to albedo makes you question if you're still dreaming

he's most likely still asleep, resting after a fruitful day of work of all kinds

but even in sleep his love is more tender and sweet than a droplet of honey

albedo often woke up to the tickle of your fingertips gliding over his scalp, just barely grazing over the roots of his thick locks. but he preferred his eyes to remain shut just so you'd continue for a little longer. when he eventually did open his eyes, he peered into your own pools and saw within them his entire world and all that he loved.

albedo wasn't much of a poet: he preferred to pour his creativity into blossoming pieces of art from his fingertips. but when you laid so calmly and warm in his arms and peered up at him with what looked like twinkling stars in your eyes, a plethora of thoughts washed over him like a gentle tsunami.

"radiant", "exquisite", "luminous", "ethereal", were just a few adjectives that came to mind whenever you looked at him with the gentle caress of morning sun on your face and a hazy smile on your lips.

he was sure that the flowery words of love that he wanted to convey to you were translated over when his lips met yours and all in the world fell silent.

childe/tartaglia—☆

should he wake up first (which occurs more regularly), childe will first study your face as if he'd be quizzed on it later

but really he adores how the sunlight contours the grooves and dips of your face and his attention is tethered tight to your lips like a metal coil

try as you might to persuade him that your morning breath isn't worth his kisses—he won't listen

because when childe wants something, be it glory, power, or the world even, he'll do what it takes to get his hands on it

even the strongest of knights need a kiss from their beloved to start the day right

childe takes his opportunities by the horns and slings reins upon them so that with a flick of his wrist, they are putty or stone in his hands.

but it seems you were the one to saddle him first.

it frustrated him: all you had to do was lie in slumber, eyes shut peaceful and safe and calm, and his heart would be sent aflutter. when you awaken and caress his face; greet each of his freckles and swipe fluffy locks of ginger hair away from his ocean eyes and shield him from the red hue of early morning sun, he is putty in your hands.

he's only ever know the worn grips of sword and knife handles and the sharpness of finely tuned words and edges of blades and pointed arrows that jutted outwards and would draw blood if he pierced too hard.

but you are soft, tender, and warm; a far cry from the frigid temperatures of cooled metal.

his good mornings, sweet words, and bubbled laughs are muffled between intertwined lips and a dance of hearts and a tangle of your hands in his locks. your smiles are swallowed between his lips and they taste of sugary syrup (and he's reminded that you love pancakes, and thus an idea for breakfast is formulated in his mind).

you're in no need of any words to convince just how putty childe is within your arms: his lips that meld so sweetly against yours say it all.

zhongli—☆

zhongli is a creature of habit and finds stability in repeating little things in his daily life

one of these things is to brew you a cup of tea—just the right temperature, amount of sugar, and milk—and serve it to you just as dawn begins to break over the horizon

there's no better way to greet a day full of promise and opportunity than to spend it with you and a warm beverage

you are an ethereal creature more beautiful than any cut of jewel that zhongli has ever gazed upon in his entire life. even with a wrinkled shirt, dried drool on the edge of your oh-so-kissable lips which always stretched into a sleepy smile whenever his fingers brushed against yours, and the glossy glaze of morning mirth that never faded no matter how many times you batted your lashes.

the porcelain cup of tea that he had carefully set aside for you had surely gone lukewarm right now, but you had let him know how delicious it was upon the first, steaming hot sip with a pleasant hum and gentle smile on your face.

now you laid your head on his chest, searching absentmindedly for the gentle thunder of his beating heart beneath the soft, cotton fabric of his shirt. he'd shake you gently every now and then: a proper reminder not to fall back asleep yet as the day before you and him had yet to be greeted.

yet despite being the strongest of the adepti and the former holder of divinity, it is you who silences an archon with a kiss to his lips and a gentle pat to his cheek.

xiao—☆

sleep doesn't come to xiao; it's as unnatural as breathing underwater

so he'll stand guard and chase away the shadows and cobwebs that surround you while you sleep

and when morning finally comes, and you've awakened to your loyal lover at the foot of your bed, he's of no position to object when you beckon him closer

with your heartbeat as a lullaby, perhaps he'll learn what it's like to breathe underwater

"you're awake." his voice was quiet, gentle; careful not to rouse you from tender sleep too abruptly

your eyes still phased in and out of consciousness, body begging to hold onto the last remnants of your sleep but you surged forwards and ripped the tendrils of slumber from your arms to greet your lover.

"that i am," you breathed, and stretched your arms out towards him like a beacon of light, "come."

years ago he would've declined ferociously (because the burdens he carried are forever his and his alone to shoulder). but now he's learned: that his debt is not all he is, that he is allowed to feel joy and feel blossoms of warmth spread across his cheeks whenever you weaved crowns out of qingxin just for him.

crawling onto the bed, his forearms caged your head in as he hovered over you and brushed the tip of his nose against yours no more delicate than a flower petal. you smiled, and skimmed your palms set ablaze with sleepy warmth up from his wrists over his chilled, scarred skin, to his supple cheeks. a tilt of his head to the side and his lips were all yours—and what a feeling it was to dance a morning waltz to the distant roll and crash of the sea.

xiao pulled away first, bashful and elusive and breathless from all you give to and take from him, before settling his body onto yours, head on your chest to listen to the steady beat of your heart. bliss overcame him when your fingers carded through his locks, and he knew this was the closest he'd ever get to heaven.

kaedehara kazuha—☆

kazuha is never far, but when the sun rises so does he

the ocean breeze and gentle roll of the waves stirs something deep within him and he's compelled to go towards it

but he'll always be within reach, and he'll always go where your intertwined hearts desire

guyun stone forest was beautiful in the early dawn when not even the crystalflies had gone to bed and some of the twinkling stars in the mauve sky had yet to return to the inky blackness. the sea breeze ruffled his hair as if the anemo archon themself had caressed his head in silent prayer.

the winds sounded favorable and playful today, like the innocent twinkling of a dangling bell from a cat's collar; today's events would work in his favor.

a silent smile spread across his face when he felt a pair of arms encircle his waist, and a tender kiss pressed to his cheek—chilled from the sea breeze.

your head lolled into the crook of his neck as you peered out at the calm waves, tinted the color of sunsettias in their brightest bloom. kazuha felt your heartbeat pitter against his back and raised his arm (careful not to let you come near the blade that hung from his waist) as a silent invitation to come closer—and you did.

kazuha's lips nestled themselves at the soft, tender part of your head and murmured a "good morning" into your roots; and a special, secret part of him hoped that he'd always be able to wake up to rolling waves, the fresh scent of salt, and your embrace in the early morning.

scaramouche—☆

it's difficult for him to fall asleep, and stay asleep

it wasn't until recently that he had discovered that you acted as somewhat of a remedy to his sleep problems

but he'd rather let his pride stay lodged in his throat and block his esophagus than admit that he falls asleep much better when your hand in clasped in his and your body is snug, puzzle-pieced against his own

even with all his reservations, he always wakes up to your hand intertwined within his own, and his face snuggled into the crook of your neck

"you know," you started, voice still rich and heavy with sleep, "sometimes, you cry in your sleep."

he wasn't even aware he still did that anymore.

"preposterous. you're seeing things." he responded.

yet you squeezed his hand and ushered him closer into the warmth of your body with a shake of your head against the pillow. "i'm not."

silence engulfed the bedroom save for the twinkle of freshly fallen snow from outside the walls of zapolyarny palace, and a pair of morning doves landed on the branch just outside the window before scaramouche spoke again.

"is that why you hold my hand?"

you hummed in thought, lost to the tendrils of thought for only a brief moment before your answer rolled so fluidly out from your tongue without hesitation.

"no, i hold it because i love you."

he scoffed, though he knew that you knew he wasn't annoyed in the slightest when he squeezes his arm tighter around your waist and raised your intertwined hands to press a kiss to your skin. he'd always sleep soundly if you remained by his side.

dainsleif—☆

he's seen the fall and rise of the sun too many times to count

the first few times he'd ever witnessed such beauty were breathtaking moment that stuck with him forever despite the circumstances in which he was allowed to breathe in dewy morning air and see the brilliance of the sun for the first time

but the novelty eventually withered away and what remained was numb and cold

until you entered his life and reignited the childish wonder within him; you became his new, eternal sun

he always woke up much earlier than you did: two or three hours were all he really needed at this point. but he preferred waking up earlier, at the time which dawn slowly began to creep up over the horizon, stuck between that lamentful limbo of inky midnight blues and striking, tangy oranges and playful pinks.

your body was pressed tight against his; limp in his lap with the faint fan of your snores tickling the strands of hair at the base of his neck. unlike the sun with which he had once found novel beauty in, your beauty never ceased, the novelty never wore off, and even in sleep you blessed him with light and the luck that he possessed to be able to love someone as lovely as you.

you'd wake up and prop yourself up on his chest to give him a kiss and whisper a good morning, before pulling him back down to sleep within your arms without question.

thoma—☆

thoma's got a strict schedule he needs to maintain

which means he's here and then gone on a long, busy day of work

but that doesn't mean he doesn't set aside the perfect sliver of time in his morning to wake you up in the gentlest of ways and bid his goodbyes until afternoon

thoma would chide you whenever you forced your eyes open just to watch him hustle around the room and throw on his clothes for the day—because there was no need to watch him slowly cut the cord of morning bliss that tethered the two of your together. but you couldn't help it; even if for a moment all you wanted was to lay your eyes on the man you loved.

"go back to sleep, i'll come see you soon. it's a promise." he whispered, careful not to ruin the sleepy trance you were caught in as he drew the thick covers back over your body.

you knew he always kept his promises (even if he did show up breathless with a bouquet of flowers and two sticks of tricolor dango in his hands), but he still sealed them with a sweet kiss first to your forehead, then to your lips for extra measure.

arataki itto—☆

itto is restless and always ready to go at a moment's notice

this applies from the moment he wakes up till the moment he falls asleep

you'd define him as a bit of a menace who drags you out of slumber with him for a morning filled with giggles and tickles and maybe a few pillow fights

but you're the only one capable of subduing an oni; and he'll willingly submit if it meant he'd see that smile he loved so much on your face

you had become accustomed to waking up to the long tips of his nails tickling against the tender part of your skin where your nerves collected together in your armpits and sides. bubbles of giggles erupted from your throat as he mumbled a husky "wakey wakey, sunshine!" into your ear with a voice still caught on the edge of sleep and dreams.

plead and fight as much as you want, itto's strength knows no bounds and he won't stop tickling with sweet laughter of his own until you've got tears running down your face and a permanent smile on your lips.

before he knows it, he's on his back instead of hovering over you and you've straddled his waist with a triumphant smirk and eyes that glimmered with mischief and wriggly fingers that zeroed in on his armpits and neck.

but a kiss to your lips is all he needs to distract you from the impending revenge you desired for the tickle attack. and what could you say? the plea of a truce in his kiss was enough to subdue your fighting spirit and fall prey to his embrace.

gorou—☆

he's shy and still stumbling through the thickets of love and affection

but there's never a morning where gorou doesn't wake you with feathery light kisses that lead up from the ends of your shoulders to the tips of your warm ears

part of him doesn't want to stir you yet from sleep but the other part of him wants to see your beautiful eyes and talk about everything and nothing in the moment of morning where there was finally no need to rush to do anything

he didn't want to wake you up at first, but you had a knack for being in sync with him so when your eyes fluttered open a little after his did and your hand reached up to smooth his frazzled, thick locks, he felt a little less guilty for rousing your awake. you had probably become used to the little tingles that resounded whenever he pressed his lips against your shoulder and led up towards your neck, and you always smiled and reassured him that you loved being woken up with something as gentle as his lips.

gorou loved when your fingers would find the soft part of his ears and stroke them softly as if you were handling glass. his heart felt full and swollen with an indescribable feeling that he hadn't felt before (and it felt light and airy). you hummed out an interesting thought you had from the day prior, and let him run over the day's plans for his soldiers while you stroked his head and let him run his calloused and battle-scarred hands over your back.

if possible gorou wanted to freeze time in this exact window of time each morning and prolong the domesticity and sweetness of your morning talks for just a little while longer. all he's ever wished for was something stable, comforting, and sweet and he finds all that he has ever yearned for within your eyes and embrace.

date published: february 7th, 2022

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fluffshelf

3 years ago

SHARING A BED WITH THE GENSHIN BOYS.

genre. fluff, boyfriend au cw. none. pairings. xiao, kazuha, zhongli, childe x gn!reader.

— xiao

xiao would be absolutely postively freaking the fuck out

he wouldn’t show it, obviously, because the last thing he’d want you to see are the reddening of his cheeks and his stiffer than normal stature

he would grumble a lot but deep deep deep deep x2 down he genuinely was so excited to sleep with you for the first time because it was a new step in your relationship

it takes him like 10 minutes after you fall asleep to lay down and then for like two hours (Absolutely No Exaggeration) he stares at you like a dog on the kitchen floor when you’re making food

it would take a couple times of laying together for him to finally bot get flustered anymore

— kazuha

kazuha would be so sweet and nice!!

he’d ask if it was okay for him to lay with you like twenty times because he was scared to even get near you or make you uncomfy

he’d also offer to put a pillow wall between you both and was literally hanging off the side of the bed despite putting it up

we all know how he is

he’s def the type to talk your fucking head off the the max at night like every time you’re on the verge of finally falling asleep he speaks out snd scares the living hell out of you

the pillow wall didn’t even prevent anything when you woke up the next morning he was attached to your side sleeping peacefully with a little smile on his face like ( ◠‿◠ )

— childe

a whore

100% absolutely planned how laying with you for the first time was gonna go weeks prior to the actual night

he put on cologne, brushed his teeth 5 times, sprayed that mint mouth spray, and put on his fanciest pajamas

he wouldn’t be like xiao or kazuha at all like not even similar in the slightest bit he wouldve jumped beside you the moment he was able to… which is exactly what he did

you didn’t even have time to register what was happening when you felt a gush of air and a head full of orange hair wiz past you and you were being forced to lay your head on his chest

he kept sighing dreamily every 5 minutes and asking “isn’t this just amazing”

despite this though he is very respectful and keeps his space if you want it but if you’re a cuddler he will not let you go unless you are blue in the face so dont even try asking

— zhongli

the gentlest gentleman

he would offer to sleep on the floor and actually wouldn’t take no for an answer because he felt like it was inappropriate to lay with you when you’ve only been dating for a month

but he might’ve underestimated how… hard the floor actually was in comparison to the comfort of his mattress and literally couldn’t sleep at all

so he decided to get up and lay on the couch instead…. but then there u went and called his name

as much as he doesn’t wanna admit he was hoping you’d ask him to lay with you bc the couch was as hard as a rock too… and luckily for him you did

like childe he would absolutely give you your space but if you wanted to hug him or him to cuddle you or anything he wouldn’t say no and would more than happily oblige <333

fateful meeting

pairing : zhongli x shy f!reader {fluff}

warnings : none

word count : 2.6k

a/n : thank you for this request! I apologize for the wait, I dont think i made the reader as shy as you requested jshdjd sorry, i hope you enjoy !

Even as a child you had been fascinated by the stories of Liyue, or rather, a specific figure in its history. Perhaps, the archons have heard your passionate nature regarding Liyue, for a fateful meeting one day will change your peaceful life forever.

Life was everything you could’ve ever wished for.

Only the soft, consistent chopping of a knife against a wooden cutting board and an occasional quiet flip of a page in a book could be heard in one of the many homes in Qingce Village.

Sunlight seeps through the cracks of the window you sat by, casting a bright glow on the words inside the book in your hands, seeming as if the story itself was coming to life.

Well, not that the story wasn’t coming to life, it had already come to life, for you were currently reading about the history of your beloved nation, Liyue.

The book you were so engrossed in was not an unfamiliar story, having already read it a couple times. You would never grow tired of this one.

A smile played on your lips as you approached one of your favorite parts of this specific chapter.

Softly fiddling with the corner of the thin page, your eyes scanned over the familiar words slowly.

Wielding a spear so sharp no blade could even hope to compete against, he emerges from the shadows, illuminating a golden aura around his built figure. In one swift motion, the polearm-wielding fighter sends a rumble through the ground beneath him, ridding of any enemies around him in a flash. A sigh leaves his lips as he removes his hood, examining his surroundings. A long ponytail of golden-brown hair trails down to his waist, flowing softly in the wind. His eyes the same shade, if anything more golden, slowly fluttering shut, head turning upwards, immersing himself in the soft breeze.

You pause and gaze out the window, sighing at the scene of hundreds of miles of tall mountains spread out all around, all thanks to one person. One archon, to be more specific.

About to flip the page once more to continue, you were interrupted by your mother’s voice calling out from the kitchen.

“Y/N, dear, could you fetch me some berries down the river if you aren’t busy?”

You tear your eyes away from the book begrudgingly, calling back, “Fine, anything else?”

“Some sweet flowers and fowl would be great, thanks honey!”

You shut the book, placing it down on your table as you stand up to stretch, bones cracking at the movement.

As much as you wanted nothing but to snuggle back into your chair and immerse yourself back into the story, your parents were the most important people in your life, and you knew it was mainly up to you to take care of them.

Being an only child isn’t as lonely as people make it out to be, you get peace and quiet in the home, and you wouldn’t change it for anything else.

Kicking on your shoes you wore when you ventured outside, you picked up the basket that was used to collect food, as well as your hunting bow for the fowl.

You didn’t know how to fight, having spent your whole life secluded in the village, but you had enough hunting experience, at least.

About to head out, your eyes landed on the book now laying on the table and pondered for a moment, before grabbing it and placing it into the basket.

Despite your mother’s scolding about dangers reading outside, you just wanted a change of scenery while you lose yourself in Liyue’s history.

“I’m heading out now, Ma!” You call out as you push open the wooden door to your home, earning a hum from her in response.

The heat in Liyue would be pretty unbearable to outsiders, however having lived in the same village for almost all your life, it wasn’t anything new.

You hummed, greeting your neighbors occasionally with a wave, walking down to your usual place to fetch ingredients.

Finally reaching your destination not too far from the village, you crouch by the river as you picked the sweet flowers and berries your mother had asked for.

“Mmm, what else did she ask for again?” You thought out loud, forgetting the last ingredient, eyes landing on your bow.

“Oh right, fowl!”

You scan your surroundings, looking for any signs of birds, when suddenly you hear a sharp rustle of a bush behind you.

Not having time to even turn around and investigate, a heavy weight pounced on you from behind, causing you to tumble forward.

You let out a yelp, feeling a pain through your arm that you had landed on, turning around to see the attacker.

Your eyes widened, seeing it had been a hilichurl that was currently standing above you, however, it didn’t feel like a regular hilichurl.

It had black smoke emitting around it, as if some type of curse had been placed on it, enhancing its strength.

The hilichurl spurt out some unintelligible words, before raising its bat and lunging at you once again.

You grab your bow beside you quickly, aiming at its head before completely missing due to your shaking hands.

Cursing under your breath, you pick up a rock and throw it weakly at the creature, causing it to stop only briefly before charging towards you again, seemingly more angered this time.

This was it, you thought. All the time spent not learning how to fight, this must’ve been your punishment.

You shield your face with your arms, hoping to at least lessen the impact, before hearing the hilichurl shout followed by a thud behind you.

Moving your hands away from your head, you turn to see the hilichurl now lying unconscious a few feet away from you.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

A deep, masculine voice brings you out of your shock, as you turn slowly to meet your savior, instead met by a hand held out in front of you, offering assistance.

Your eyes trailed up to the mysterious man’s face, before your breath caught in your throat.

A long ponytail of golden-brown hair trails down to his waist, flowing softly in the wind.

The man looked back at you curiously, hand still reached out toward you.

His eyes the same shade, if anything more golden.

Why were you suddenly reminded of those words in the book?

Your mouth gapes at the sight of the man above you, his presence bringing a strange feeling you didn’t recognize.

Your eyes widened. Could it be..?

“...excuse me? Are you alright?”

His voice brings you out of your daze once again, a worried look cast upon his handsome features. Wait, what?

It was only then did you realize how good looking the man was before you, turning red as you took his hand and stood up, wobbling a tiny bit.

“Thank you for saving me,” you bow slightly, quickly picking up your forgotten belongings on the ground, still flustered from the incident.

You were about to say goodbye and leave as quick as you could, before your book fell out of your basket and landed on the ground next to the man’s feet.

“Ah—“

The man bent down and picked up the book, about to hand it back to you, when he suddenly stopped and examined the cover.

You swore you could’ve been seeing things, but a small smile grazes his lips as he faces you.

“Are you also interested in the stories of Liyue?”

You stop in your tracks, turning to the man who was now flipping through the pages of the book to the section you had bookmarked prior.

His golden orbs now held an unreadable expression behind them, almost...nostalgic.

You felt a small surge of confidence as your favorite topic was brought up.

“Ah--yes, I am quite informed of the history of Liyue myself,” you smile softly to yourself, causing him to look up and chuckle.

“Is that so?” He hums, tilting his head upwards to face the blue sky, closing his eyes slowly.

...slowly fluttering shut, head turning upwards, immersing himself in the soft breeze.

Your eyes widened at the sight.

There was no way.

But, there was no other explanation for it.

“May I...ask your name?” You ask carefully, awaiting his answer.

He shuts the book with a soft thud, handing it back to you to which you take back happily.

“I go by Zhongli.”

He offers you a smile, making your heart skip a beat and blood to your cheeks, as you stutter back your name in response.

“Be careful around these parts, monsters have been affected by some sort of spell here, making them stronger than usual,” he explains while putting away his spear he had used earlier.

Wielding a spear so sharp no blade could even hope to compete against.

There was no mistaking it.

“Are you perhaps--”

You start to ask, gaining a curious gaze from him, however stopping in your words after realizing how bizarre you’d sound if you’d ask him the question you had been aching to voice since your meeting.

“Nevermind, I should get going,” You shake your head, thanking him once more before starting to walk away.

“If you’d like me to answer your question, meet me back here tomorrow, at the same time.”

Zhongli spoke behind you, making you turn and meet his eyes, which gazed back into yours almost knowingly.

“But you don’t know what my question is,” you question, confusion evident on your features.

He chuckles again, the sound making you melt on the spot.

“Do not underestimate the geo archon.”

With that, he disappears into the other direction, leaving you frozen in your place.

Did he just…?

A million thoughts were coursing through your head at the moment. But one thing was for sure, you couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

That night, sleep did not come to you like usual.

With your head filled with thoughts about Zhongli, and his last words before departing, you were basically shaking with excitement.

Had you really met him?

Nevermind, your questions would all be answered the next day.

“I see you’ve arrived.”

Zhongli smiles at you, to which you return the gesture, still mesmerized by his delicate features to speak.

You had practically jumped out of bed this morning, making some jumbled excuse about fetching more berries and fowl to your mother, who was left dumbfounded.

Zhongli pats the spot beside him on the grass, and you notice his spear laying next to him on the other side.

Carefully sitting down next to the tall man, both of your backs leaned against the tree with its leaves above you providing minimal cover from the sun. It was then that you noticed the close proximity of your bodies, making you flush.

“So, would you like to ask me your question from yesterday?”

You bit your bottom lip nervously for a moment, before shaking your head and reaching next to you into the bag that you had brought.

“Ah-- before that, Mr. Zhongli, you mentioned you are also interested in Liyue’s stories?” You pulled out the book from yesterday.

He nods, as you flip open the book to the chapter you had bookmarked. The same chapter describing Rex Lapis’s first appearance.

“Just Zhongli is fine. And yes, I am also well-informed of the stories of Liyue. Would you like me to tell you some?”

You nod, showing him the marked section. “That would be nice, but could you answer this one question of mine first?”

He takes the book from your hands, bright pupils scanning over the words. A small breeze blew by just that moment, causing his long hair to lift slightly. The sunlight shone softly on his pale skin, giving him an almost ethereal aura.

You never thought someone could appear so calm and peaceful while reading a book.

“Yes, ask away.”

He lifts his head up to meet your eyes, making you clear your throat, embarrassed you had been admiring him so openly.

Although that chapter remains your favorite chapter of all times, there had been one question that had stayed in the corner of your mind each time you read it.

“In that section, when Rex Lapis lifts his head and immerses himself in the wind, what do you think he was feeling? Satisfaction from eliminating his enemies? Or perhaps, tired from all the fighting in the Archon War?”

Zhongli hums, smiling gently at nothing in particular as he closes his eyes, lifting his head up towards the sky.

A small breeze passes by again, and you smile at the sight. You no longer questioned his true identity. You knew.

“That all may be true, however, I’d say he was feeling quite…” He pauses, as if trying to search for the right word.

“...saddened, almost.”

You tilt your head curiously, “Saddened?”

He nods, facing you, “Perhaps mournful, even. Have you ever wondered if Rex Lapis wanted to kill at all? Although those evil should be eliminated, they are still living souls, and perhaps he wished for everything to return to normal.”

Zhongli’s voice trailed off, as he held a sad feeling behind his eyes, making you unconsciously reach for his hand laying on his lap.

He looked at you in surprise at the sudden contact, and your eyes widened at your own actions, making a move to quickly retrieve your own hand, when he stops you.

He brings the both of your hands together, now laying on his lap as red spreads through your cheeks.

The both of you sit in silence as a few beats pass, when he breaks the silence once again.

“I’d like to share with you some of my favorite stories of Liyue, would you be interested?”

You smile, nodding as he starts speaking again.

And he shares stories you’ve never heard before, or even some that you have, but a different version of. The difference in stories that you had believed your whole life made you surprised, not sure what to believe.

No, scratch that, deep down, you knew what to believe. Or, who to believe.

Zhongli shares his stories until it starts to become dark, to which he finally stops and suggests you return home.

“I’ll walk you home, it’s quite dangerous at night.”

You thank him, and you two start to make your way back, continuing to talk about Liyue and its fascinating history.

“Ah, it’s just right down there. Thank you for today, Zhongli.” You smile at him once again, ready to return before he stops you.

“Are you not going to ask me the question you had yesterday?” It was quite dark, so it was a bit difficult to tell, but you swore there was a slight smirk on his lips.

You laugh, shaking your head. “I’ve got my answer already.”

He raises his eyebrows, a teasing hint in his voice, “Are you sure, Y/N?”

Hearing your name roll off his tongue sent shivers through your body, smirking back at him.

“I’m quite sure, Rex Lapis.”

Zhongli opens his mouth to speak before closing, as deep chuckles ring through the night. Not long after, your own quiet giggles joining him. Finally, you both recover from your laughter.

“Goodnight then, Morax, you still have to share your stories with me tomorrow.”

He smiles at you, golden eyes shining even through the dark. “Same time?”

You grin back, before turning to return back to your home. “Same time.”

Maybe you’d ask him to teach you how to fight tomorrow.

On second thought, perhaps your lack of experience in fighting was a good thing. For because of it, you had met the man who only existed in books that you’d read everyday.

Your once peaceful life, although disrupted by the appearance of the one and only geo archon you admired so dearly, had now offered you something to look forward to each day.

waiting on you

note: i think this still remains my longest work yet (seriously 2k words is the best i can do?), and perhaps my best

summary: draken doesn't mean to hurt you, but being part of a gang was bound to do collateral damage

warnings: slight spoilers, mentions of death, violence

word count: 2k

“I want to break up with you.”

You’re sitting in your bedroom with your boyfriend. You, cross-legged on the bed, fidgeting with your hands. Him, laying on his stomach on the floor, busy reading this new manga he bought. You didn’t bother asking him the name because at this point you’re too frustrated to care. Your heart is pounding in your ears and you think you just might throw up. It’s too hot and you wished you could just get up and away from here. From him. Because you don’t want to acknowledge your feelings right now. You know you’ll start crying if you do. You know you’ll start fighting. You know he’ll convince you to stay. And you know, deep down, you want to.

Ken doesn’t fully register what you said. He’s still immersed in the book in front of him as he pops a piece of watermelon in his mouth. He gives you his divided attention, though, as he hums in question. “Sorry, what did you say?” he asks, glancing at you once before returning to the book. You find yourself growing annoyed by the second. It had been so long since you’d seen him and he wasn’t even giving you the time of the day.

You throw a pillow at him, giving him a pointed look when he glares at you. The frown on your face is enough for him to get the message though, and he closes the book, one finger still in to mark the page he was on, before sitting up and facing you. He has his hair down today so you can’t see his tattoo. And you’re glad. You’d told him once that you loved it. You still did, really, but these days it just served as a bitter reminder of the place that was hell bent on tearing him apart from you. And he was just too stubborn to admit it.

“I want to break up with you.” You repeat, seemingly more assertive this time, though the lump in your throat says otherwise.

He does a double take then, eyes widening a little as he croaks out, “W-What?” The manga is thrown away, followed by him crawling over to the feet of the bed to get close to you, reaching out to hold your hands. It hurts you to pull them away, and you can see it hurts him even more by the way his face falls and shoulders slump. You want nothing more than to be held by him, to feel your small hands in his much bigger and warmer ones, but you know if he were to do so you’d never get the words you needed to say out. You look away from him, suddenly feeling the urge to cry.

Ken can’t tell if this is all a big joke, another one of those pranks you always team up with Mikey to play on him. “Baby.” He lets out a nervous chuckle. You still don’t look at him. You can’t. “You’re kidding, right? You don’t mean that.” He’s trying so hard to look into your eyes, movements so desperate that you can’t stop the first tear that falls. And he sees it. He’s just about to hold your cheek in his hand before you’re taking a deep breath and wiping the tear away. You look at him and you love him and you can’t help but hate him too. Why was he doing this to you? Why has he reduced you to this?

You shake your head at him, a silent sign that you had had enough. “I don’t think I can do this anymore, Ken. I can’t- I can’t handle you being in Toman any longer. I’ve told you countless times to leave that godforsaken place because it’s not safe for you.” He’s staring at you with this confused look on his face as if he doesn’t get it. And you think maybe he doesn’t. He doesn’t get why the gang is bad for him. He doesn’t get how much it affects you. He doesn’t get why you want him to leave. Which is why you will.

“Wait. Just wait a second, Y/N.” he stands up from his place on the floor, taking a few steps back from you as if he finds the whole situation ridiculous. “You’re breaking up with me because I won’t leave the gang? You can’t be-”

“I’m breaking up with you because I can’t keep waiting for you.” You stand up too, looking him square in the face, willing yourself to go on. “I don’t know where you are or what you’re doing on most days. You pop in and out as you wish and expect me to be okay with it. Even more so now that Toman’s gotten bigger. I miss you, Ken, but these days I can’t help but ask… do you even still love me?”

“That’s not fair, Y/N.” he says softly, knowing you won’t like it if he raises his voice now. “You know I love you. But you can’t make me choose. Toman’s my family, and you are too. Please don’t make me choose who I’d rather give up because I won’t be able to.” He still doesn’t think you’re serious. You can’t possibly be, right? He doesn’t remember ever being this scared. Not in the fight with Moebius or Valhalla. Not when Emma died. Not when Emma died.

“You don’t have to. I’ll choose for you. Because I can’t spend any more nights wondering if you’re okay, if you’re hurt, if you’re in a fight with another one of those stupid gangs, if you’re-” you choke out a sob, “if you’re alive.”

He looks at you incredulously. He doesn’t really want to believe his ears. Doesn’t want to believe the words coming out of your mouth. Doesn’t want to believe they’re coming out of your mouth. “You know that’s-”

You don’t let him continue though. You can’t let him speak. Not right now. Not till you get everything out. “Please, Ken. Don’t you get how much it kills me to know that any day now I might not get to see you ever again? When you-” you stop for a second to wipe away your tears, deciding to sit back down on the bed before your legs give out beneath you. In a much softer voice now, you continue. “When you were stabbed and Mikey called me, I- I really thought I’d lose you then. And I felt like I would die. I don’t want to live-”

“Please don’t say that.” He cries, interrupting you, and it’s only now that you notice the tears on his face. “I know I make you worry sometimes, but I can’t just-”

“Sometimes?” You scoff, looking up at him in exasperation. “Really, Ken?” You really want to hold him right now. Looking at him cry is making your heart ache painfully and you really just want to hold him right now. But you know you’d never forgive yourself if you do. It’s so easy to give in to him. But easy’s not what you need right now. “Please don’t make this any harder than it already is. I love you too much and I need you to understand that you aren’t good for me… I don’t think I’ll be able to say this to you ever again.”

“Stop it. Just stop.” You look up at him and he’s glaring at you through the tears. Why did you think he’d let you go so easily? “If you loved me, you wouldn’t be saying this to me. If you loved me, you wouldn’t be doing this. You’d know that I can’t imagine a life without you either. Whatever I do, I do to protect you and everyone else I care about.”

You want to laugh. You want to laugh at him. At yourself. At the world. At this conversation. You knew he’d do this. He’d guilt trip you into staying. He’d profess how much he loved and cared about you. But he was all talk and no action. Because you didn’t remember the last time you felt his love. Didn’t remember the last time you were doted on. If his love was getting into fights and risking getting killed, then maybe you were better off watching from the side lines. You didn’t want to be involved with him or that gang. He didn’t need you, he had everything he wanted in Toman. You were just this shiny, new object he took a liking to and had now grown tired of. He’d realised you were too much work and decided it wasn’t worth the effort. Why should you then spend so many sleepless nights because of him? Because he thought it was okay to live a criminal’s life? You chose to love him. But you could easily choose to stop doing so.

So you laugh. You laugh like whatever he said is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard in your life (maybe it is). You laugh like he’s the joke. And you ignore the way your heart squeezes. You ignore the way tears are streaming down your face. You ignore the way he looks like you’ve just shot him. You wanted to hurt him. Hurt him like he does you. And you did.

Ken doesn’t know what he’s done wrong. He doesn’t realise what he’s doing to you. He doesn’t understand why you’re laughing at him, making him feel like he’s the crazy one. He loves you. Why don’t you get that? But he doesn’t realise he’s not capable of loving you. Not really. Not when he’s too busy with the gang. Not when his life is on the line most days. Not when he can’t even find time to spend with you. Were you two even dating now? It was always Mikey or Takemichi or Mitsuya or Inui or someone else from that fucking gang before you. You were tired of it. You were tired of being the second choice. Of being the one he’d come to when he had nothing else to do.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked, trying to keep any emotion out of his voice.

“Leave.” Ken pretends he doesn’t hear you.

“Y/N, please. We can work this out. We can-” He knows now that you mean it, accepts that maybe he has fucked up. But he loves you. So he can fix this, right? He finally holds your hands and you instantly feel your resolve weakening. You look up at him, and maybe it’s the first time in a long while you feel his love. Or maybe that’s just his desperation. The desperation not to lose anyone else. “We can take a break, Y/N. Just to think about it. We don’t have to break up. We don’t have to. I know I’ve been neglecting you, but I promise I’ll do better.”

“I want you to leave.” You say it much firmer this time, leaving no room for argument. You want him to get it into that head of yours. Need him to.

He sighs, stepping back. He wants to scream at you. He really does. But he respects you too much. Maybe someday he’ll realise why you’re doing this. But till then he’d respect your decision. He’d stay away if that’s what you needed.

Ken really doesn’t want to go, but he stares at you for a second, then two, before bending down to pick up his stuff from the floor. He steps towards you and leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead, lips lingering longer than you want them to. “I’m sorry. I love you.” He breathes out, turning towards the door. He glances back at you on his way out. Waits a moment for you to look at him, to tell him it’s all a lie, that you want him to stay. But your eyes stay trained on the floor, tears keep spilling, heart keeps breaking.

Maybe you’ll change your mind. You will change your mind. Because he loves you.

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