A Pink Haven
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This is a blog for my SFW posts which I post on my main, too. I'm not a robot, nor a plagiarist, and all SFW pieces I post on main will be posted here a few days later to prevent spam!
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AGE!
As of August, 2022…26!
Don’t be rood, doods, please refer to this old person as forever 21 😂
PRONOUNS!
They/Them
INTERESTS!
In manga/manhwa/anime? Isekai, shoujo, music, horror...the list goes on! I also love zombies, wargames like Enlisted, Heroes and Generals plus Mount and Blade(an oldie but a goodie), paranormal stories/movies/games, and I freaking love ROBOTS
I love holographic colors and holo in general. (blame the nailpolish channel on yt)
AND I FREAKING LOVE GAMES!
Assassin’s Creed, They are Billions, 7 Days to Die, Kynseed, Among us, Phasmophobia, the Dungeons series(i love slavedriving my minions and milking heroes of their ✨cash✨), Surviving Mars, Stranded Deep, and My Time At Portia to name only a select few. Aadit’s route needs to be completed!!11! 😭😭😭
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Please keep in mind I only do this for
✨FUN!✨
So ask with a grain of salt, I may or may not submit our cute ideas as HCs or fics.
I write SFW platonic & cute dating/engaged/married relationships, and some spicy shenanigans from time to time!
Please note that the works I write are purely fictional, and the works in which a character and the reader are engaged/married/expecting kid(s) or are up to spicy shenanigans are to be assumed adults.
I do not condone real life teenage pregnancy. These works are purely fictional.
I don’t write skintones(white-POC-other). I will always endeavor to keep this sort of stuff neutral so readers can insert themselves. This blog is safe for everyone, no matter ur ethnicity sweeties! <3
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Who I write for!
Jujutsu Kaisen!
SUKUNA RYOUMEN
MAHITO
KENTO NANAMI
SATORU GOJO
SUGURO GETO
YUJI ITADORI
MEGUMI FUSHIGURO
YUTA OKKOTSU
TOJI FUSHIGURO
TOGE INUMAKI
AOI TODO
My Hero Academia!
YAGI TOSHINORI
TAKAMI KEIGO
AMAJIKI TAMAKI
AIZAWA SHOUTA
SHIGARAKI TOMURA
BAKUGOU KATSUKI
DABI
TODOROKI SHOUTO
TODOROKI ENJI
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU
KAMINARI DENKI
IIDA TENYA
TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE
SERO HANTA
CHISAKI KAI
TETSUTETSU TETSUTETSU
TOYOMITSU TAISHIROU
SAKAMATA KUUGO
YOARASHI INASA
MIDORIYA IZUKU
TOGATA MIRIO
YAMADA HIZASHI
BUBAIGAWARA JIN
Demon Slayer!
HASHIBA
KAMADO TANJIRO
AGATSUMA ZENITSU
I Was a Teenage Exocolonist!
SYM
DYS
Trigun Stampede!
Millions Knives
Vash
Wolfwood
Killer Chat!
V / K9
Ronin / goreboy
Love Limit!
EGEN XIAKAFHIZAL
ANDELLE CRENULIUX
NABO DHECINIOUS
Don't Eat The Cashier!
Deiran
Viktor
(I will not write for David.)
I AM WILLING TO TRY WRITING OTHER CHARACTERS! ;D
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I write violent pieces(mostly canon-typical violence), and one or two(maybe more!) of my pieces include the use of or imply drugs and alchohol. If you are fine with these topics, please read this, it shows you how to tick those two! 💞
warnings/notes: deiran the Eldritch jester is his own warning. my cycle was beating my ass so i wrote this and only just got around to finishing it. fluff, Deiran tending to his human during their menses, talk about pregnancy, a tidbit on cosmic horror scare but he reigns it back in, also jealous Deiran, reader is psychically/mentally/emotionally/spiritually a badass(gets over literal cthulu level shit p quick imo), and he gets a lil frisky at the end so its tagged spicies 🥴 but nothing explicit!
LOL he's in high demand on my main so its about time I posted this fic here, too 😂
“Awe, sunshine, mine.” he coos, sympathetic. “Rags, again?” he inquires gently, and you could only grumble an affirmative, feeling extremely lethargic. At least you managed to go to the bathroom and get yourself a pad for the bleeding, afterwards stumbling to the warmth of your bed like a heat seeking missile.
Seeing you like this has become commonplace for the one who is your lover; God of Madness, His Royal Highness, Deiran. And he's taken to making time for you when your period comes.
While he had old-fashioned tendencies-for example, quoting your menstruation as ‘on the rags’-he was rather open to it.
“Right like this…now, better, hm?” he hums, having applied warmth to your tummy with semi-practiced ease, cuddling up against you.
A soft moan of relief escapes you, your hand reaching for his, coaxing pressure, and he presses down more firmly under your guidance.
“I hate blood.” you groan pitifully against him, grossed out by the feeling of more passing down there. “At least yours is of creation.” comes his light quip.
“And pain.” you add with a hiss, riding out a wave of cramping, latched onto him.
“Ah, yes, wretched little creatures-angry, tiny things with a bald heads and pointy little beards, jagged noses and many sharp claws who besiege you from within.” he muses, his lips pressed against you, upturned to a smile, manic in nature. “Fear not, my dearest, for I will see you through this as I have before, and will continue to, for as long as you will have me.” he presses his kisses against you, his lips a tad cold.
“Fuckin’ pissed little bastards.” you humor him, despite knowing full well what was truly happening, a tad miffed at these fictional constructs. Your reward is a short burst of his laughter; light, warm, like bells, echoing insanity.
The laugh you fell in love with.
“Now, now, my dearest sweet. They truly mean no harm, though pain they bring.” he chides, smiling wide. He hums, then.
“Little grains cannot hope to bear fruit if the earth is barren.” he says, thoughtful. “But every month.” you whine fruitlessly, “Every month, it's like I get punished.”
“Punished,” you continue, grumbling against him, “For not getting pregnant.”
He hums sweetly, a cozy lull following as you simply enjoy being within his embrace and his affections of touch, nuzzle, and kiss.
While you might have opinions on pregnancy, there's been this growing curiosity inside you since, well, him.
“Deiran?” you call his name as you pull away just enough to see his handsome face. “Yes, dear?” he replies.
What would he think?
“What would you think, if,” you stress, floundering from his widening smile; if he were to get you pregnant?
“If I got pregnant?” you ask, immediately regretting your fumble. That wide smile of his would've seemed almost gleeful, if not for his eyes, glowing a menacing crimson, set in a squint.
For a split second, his domain seeps into the room from somewhere at the foot of the bed, with sinister trills eldritch in nature, like an unknown cosmic language rebounding from the void. You could feel it only inches away from the bottoms of your feet, its movement incomprehensible. You don’t dare look down there, your eyes fixed on his, wide. It takes only one blink from you for him to seemingly compose himself, two words upon his lips catching you before you could even try to comprehend his vast power and what had seeped into your reality, now gone within the blink of an eye, ultimately to lose everything you are.
“With mine?”
Two words of cosmic proportion, echoing against every fiber of your being, possessively. Greedy, thickened with envy. “With yours.” tumbles from you, breathlessly, the air all but sucked from your lungs.
With that, his rigid features melt away into concern, pressing a kiss to your forehead that glistened with cold sweat.
“My deepest apologies, my love.” he apologizes, kissing away the tears in your eyes as the instinctual fear catches up to you.
You knew he had as much Goodness as he had Madness. At least towards you.
He no longer holds you tight, allowing you room to choose how to cope as you wrestle with yourself, armed with reason.
He, an entity of incomprehensible magnitude, was smitten with you, a mere speck in the vastness of his existence. That much you knew.
You make clear you’d rather his arms wrapped around you, your silent wish wracked with barely contained sobs his command. “Sincerely, dearest, mine.” he expresses in between peppering you with slow, meaningful kisses, holding you dear. Like this, you stay, until he’s soothed you down to wet sniffles. “Sincerely.” he repeats, placing another kiss on your forehead.
“Possibilities unpleasant in nature flooded my every sense for a brief minute.” he admits, his gaze flitting towards an unseen something fashioned by his own madness, malicious laughter escaping him.
“Merely a fit of jealousy.” he cedes, smiling wider as he cocks his head, looking back to you; warm, now. Loving, draped with lunacy. “But I digress!” he exclaims brightly. “You burn me, sunshine.” he coos, saccharine sweet, pale cheeks heated.
“My seed is yours for the taking, my royal boon to give.” he says, his large hands groping you firmly, intimately. “With it, you will give to me everything you are, my dearest star, and in turn, you will have all of me.” he noses his way to your neck, planting kisses there. You giggle at the ticklish sensation, soon finding yourself on your back.
“Negotiating, huh?” you tease lightly with a smile. Bells ring mutedly as he pulls away, hovering over you. “Darling, I do not come cheap.” he returns playfully, wearing a mischievous smile.
You smile softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. He leans into your palm with a deep purr. “It's almost like you're proposing.” you ponder out loud, “For eternity?” you ask, without skipping a beat.
“My love, for eternity.” he rumbles, absolutely smitten. “A definite maybe.” you hum playfully, his wandering hands not escaping your notice. “But not right now, you frisky man. I'm bleeding.” you try to shoo them away. “Awe, you know I don't mind.” he coos, to which you quip, “It's messy.”
“Nothing beyond my capacities, I assure you.” he returns, an impish grin on his handsome mug. You're reminded of that one time he Thanos snapped away the blood stain on your favorite sheets.
A soft sound escapes you when he thumbs close to an intimate place. “Deiran.” you chide, feeling warm and fuzzy.
“No funny business.” You tell him and he chortles despite your pout, leaning down to give you a kiss.
“By your command.” he says, moving off the bed to give you some time to cool down and to procure treats for your appeasement.
You watch him bound out of sight, left to your thoughts.
Maybe having a family with him wouldn't be too bad.
It's certainly something to think on, to talk about.
Eternity by his side did sound rather tempting, regardless.
Hi there, it it's not too much trouble, may I please request some married life headcanons for Ronin from Killer Chat? I've been curious what that would be like...
Thank you for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day/night!
warnings/notes: married life HCs? 👀 yis. i shall try my best! a few gender dysphoria hcs but i do not elaborate too much as i'm not confident or comfortable on that subject.
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-clingy. clingy mans. so very very touch starved. 🥺
-will drape an arm around you, pull you closer
-will say it's to see whatchu up to but we all know it's because he craves your warmth
-run your fingers through his hair. play w it. wash it. he will soak all the attention up like a thirsty sponge
-absolutely to type to moan when your fingers go over just the right spot to goad a reaction from you
-the worse of some days end up being for you or for him, the clingier he gets
-will latch on the moment you give him an opening when he's sick
-likewise, will 100% swaddle you into his embrace if you get sick
-now, if you both are sick at the same time? good luck, you're gonna need it 😂
-is in no way the jealous type bc 1) if he's into you enough to tie the knot w you he 2) trusts you and that is a lot considering he's. Ronin.
-he's not possessive either though tbh I think a lil fire can be lit under him if he sees a creep insisting on getting your number or some shit after being told no.
-will send them away with one look. if they don't get the memo even when he literally tells them ‘fuck off. this here's my spouse. they told you no and no means no.’. well. they'll end up an ugly stain on the wall and on the missing persons list, no big deal.
-if you are someone capable of menstrual cycles, he's like a freaking radar.
-spot on when you're starting and almost always knows when you're ending.
-speaking of, well, that.
-certain things (ifykyk) will trigger gender dysphoria in him.
-be understanding. in general, be there for him and give him space if he needs it, and be a solid constant for him.
-if you have your off days where you experience it yourself, he will do just the same.
(onto the next ones as I am not confident on this topic! 👉👈)
-make him lunches he can wolf down at work.
-will definitely brag, especially if you're a good cook. his coworkers are jealous. 😂
-switch things up. different recipes, little notes.
-hide a few saucy pics where he keeps his tools if you're feeling ✨spicy✨
-leave little riddles around the apartment leading to a prize, it tickles his brain just right.
-date nights are either binging movies at home or eating out near closing time or midnight strolls in comfortable silence
-points and laughs at those cheesy horror movie scenes
Hiiiii i wanted to ask if you could write V from Killer chat with whimsical/ witchy y/n? One that has way to manny scented candles, incences, crystals and other stuff and genuinly does rituals, tarot and spells (that actually work and V has no sensible explenation for that..).
i dunno if you see the vision, if not, that's prefectly fine, hope you have a great day <3
warnings/notes: I actually have a witchy Kraven-like reader in mind...but more whimsical? Oh, heck yes. Taking notes, taking notes. I'm not sure if want platonic or dating thus as i am a V simp im going w the latter. Witchy, whimsical shameless(read: flirty) gn reader who comes from old magic, this can be read as his first time meeting you in person, told in his POV, reader carries(or is 👀 the) hallucinogen, reader can appear to look like their spirit animal at random intervals(he didn't believe you when you warned him online) lol, it is suggested you have cursed/poisoned others before, post magic-fog clarity hits like a truck, also no use of Y/N. Other than that? Helping V locate a notoriously tricky mark via magic.
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"Oh, V! Come in!" he hears your voice before he could even knock.
When he opens your door and passes the threshold of your home, a scent heavy in the air that brings odd nostalgia crashes through him.
Every table surface was littered with candles. Shelves, full of old, worn, well taken care of books, jars upon jars of different smaller crystal, gem, and mineral varieties. Your bay window was overflowing with plants; some he didn't even recognize.
Closing the door behind him politely, he hears a very familiar sound in another room, being a caretaker of many animals; he calls your name, to which you reply; "Hi!" your chipper voice comes from that room.
Then, an animal that might not normally be considered...'pet material', wanders into that doorway, peering his direction.
"How're you?" he hears your voice, less muted, "Sorry, it's messy. I warned you, though, didn't I?" you say. "Yes, you did. All is fine." he assures, gazing back at the animal, perplexed. "Go ahead, find a seat! Gotta get something." you tell him. The animal heads off back into the room.
He glances away and about the area, soon finding a place to settle down. There's a thunk, a rattle, then a clatter, followed by footsteps more human in nature where the animal wandered off to.
Just as you emerge from the room, a small chest in your arms, he could almost swear he saw an alien, foreign glow in your eyes, only for a brief second before you lift your gaze to look at him.
He hears you speak to him; about what was needed to help guide him to where his mark was hidden. Plants' names that were mostly foreign to him, only mugwort and rosemary being familiar. Minerals like obsidian, fluorite, and moonstone. What scents you'd need to combine between incense and candle depending on various factors about his mark, moving to and fro around the room-and sometimes, he swears he sees the animal he'd seen earlier in his peripherals; by the bay window, the shelves. Over the tables, some counters. Yet when his gaze followed, he only saw you, entirely human.
You continue on, about the virtues and vices of required spells, a distant fuzzy tingle jumbling his thoughts, which he doesn't even notice, until you ask him; "You okay, V?"
The question repeats itself in his mind a few times. With the heaviness of this, mind fog, looming over him, he'd almost said he was fine. But he was aware enough to know; "I feel....odd." he trails, thoughtful, honest.
His current state was not normal. If anything, it was rather perplexing. "Oh! The cards said you were sensitive, but I didn't think you were this much." you say, approaching him. "Here, I can help-just hold still, 'kay?" you tell him, and he nods.
Not a moment later, he finds your palms on either side of his face, your lips pressed to his forehead. The intimacy of the gesture has him tensed, muscles pulled taut from surprise.
Not just surprise of being touched, kissed-but also from the clarity that hits him like a truck the moment you pull away. To be fair, he did expect something along the lines of the former in visiting you, as you were shameless in your endeavor to court him on the server.
The earlier blanket of fuzziness was gone, without a trace, as if it had never imposed upon him in the first place. And with that clarity, came sudden mortification.
For a few moments, he loses composure, unused to being the recipient of such things; you touched his face, you actually kissed him, how did your lips feel, again-
"Sorry, though really not sorry." you chime cheekily. "Thats the least...invasive way, I guess?" you shrug, "There are other ways, but I didn't know if you'd be comfortable with them, and I was kinda panicking because I didn't how far along to limbo you were." you explain.
His fingers flex, earlier tenseness gradually melting away. "Other ways?" he inquires, though he didn't really mean to, if he was honest. "Two kisses. On your temples, or," you grin your usual coquettish grin, pressing your index fingers on your temple, "Here, once, is how I eat it." lowering only one to your lips, and he inhales sharply as his mind wanders; eat what?!
You pad off, laughing, knowing; "The Veil from a curse I conjured up to poison that cheating bastard I mentioned online before you came, remember I said I was working on their comeuppance?" He remembers.
Thus, not a big deal.
"Who's mind is in the gutter, now, handsome?" you tease from the other room, rummaging about.
He sighs deeply as he leans back, pointedly staring outside the bay window, resting a thumb and index finger on his warm cheekbones, taking a moment to regain lost composure.
"Let's start?" you pipe up after you finish setting up the space. He turns to your voice with a curious hum, and once more, he sees the animal from earlier where you are supposed to be. Yet, when he blinks, it's gone with you in its place. "Yes..." he starts slowly, intrigued. He remembers you telling him on the server about your, as you had put it, hallucinogenic properties.
"Let us start." he agrees, taking a mental note to inquire further about what you'd said then.
warnings/notes: when the voices become too loud Deiran becomes a hug seeking missile, he wakes up reader, cuddles w our favorite mad Eldritch horror hottie, cosmic suggestions(basically, attempts to influence), gn reader, readers POV, that's it.
LOL he's in high demand on my main so its about time I posted this fic here, too 😂
The eerie echo of bells jingling tickle the edges of your consciousness. There's a perpetual grumble; manic, incoherent. The protesting creaks of floorboards and well loved furniture are what finally wakes you.
With a groggy groan, you open your eyes just enough to take a peek; an ink black swirling mass encompassed your room, with bloodied crimson eyes, eyes everywhere.
Literal nightmare fuel, eldritch in nature.
But you knew better than to succumb to the suggested dread, even though you were only just barely awake. Because that's all it was; a suggestion of cosmic proportions, forcefully settled into your senses like a wet, cold blanket.
You try to blink away sleep, managing to reach out, groping at the airy black mass.
There was only one being who could hold command over His Royal Highness.
“Deiran…” you call out, sleepily.
Only one being.
“ ‘mere.” you mumble, quickly giving up on trying to latch onto him, beckoning instead.
Only you.
“Shut up.” those grumbles finally become coherent-two words in a maddened loop, a whisper, a growl, dancing about the room, though not towards you, no, never-as the mass shifts into something more familiar, the mattress dipping under the weight of his more human form as he dives into the refuge of your arms.
You make yourself comfortable as he inhales your scent greedily, pulling him in and clinging to him with a comforting firmness. He could escape if he wanted to, after all.
The grumbles stop.
“Oh.” he shudders, full body, a sound of pure relief escaping him, “Silence.” an awed whisper, as he clings to you with equal fervor.
Through time, you've gotten him used to intimate touch. To comfort. The first time you cuddled up to him was a rollercoaster. He avoided you for weeks, but he eventually came back.
“Quietude.” you remember him saying. His rambles that followed, and as he sunk completely into your embrace, “In your arms, My Liege, there is only you and a singular ‘I’.”
In your arms, all that plagued him ceased. It was in these moments he could find reprieve from his own chaos.
His cap and bells were in the way, so you tug it off to stroke his royal locks and press kisses on the crown of his head.
Meanwhile, you're rubbing soothing circles on his back with your other hand as his long fingers trail along your spine, his other hand curling around your thigh.
“You're cold.” you hum, brows knitted as he pulls your leg over his hip; nothing sexual, only simply because he needed the comfort of that weight.
“Here.” you grunt, scooting closer as you tap one of his legs with your free one and he obliges; legs intertwine as you stroke his head and along his back to try and warm him up-though, for him, it's more of a comfort tool-one of his arms firmly around you as if to prevent your escape. Not that you wanted to.
His free hand wandered your back as you began matching his harsh breaths in a tried and true method to soothe, slowing down in increments at his pace.
Like this, he basks in your warmth as you hold onto him and love on him, peppering his head with occasional kisses and affectionate nuzzles.
Soon, his breathing evens out alongside yours, tranquil. Your hands ultimately slow to a halt, your eyelids heavy.
They slide closed, then a bell jingles. Suddenly he's no longer in your embrace.
“Ah, divine as always, my dearest.” a familiar voice sighs above you, content. When you open your eyes, you see him above you, not a thread out of place and looking exactly like the night you met him, smiling wide.
“I do hope you'll forgive your King for interrupting your beauty sleep, my star, so bright, so lovely, so warm, so…pacifying.” the words tumble from him like a prayer. You reach for one of his bells, lovingly curling your fingers around it, bringing it to your lips for a forgiving kiss.
“Awe.” he coos, extremely pleased. “I must tend to my kingdom, now, love. My subjects demand their ruler.” he tells you, placing his hand beside you. “Needy little things, they are.” he tuts, leaning down to you, the mattress shifting under his weight.
“Back to Dreamland with you, My Liege.” his voice rattles inside your skull pleasantly, his warm breath fanning over you, his lips somewhat cold as he places a kiss on your forehead. The cosmic suggestion has your eyes lulling back closed.
The mattress eases back to its original form, suggesting his retreat.
“May your dreams be filled with me.” you hear him as if he were already far away, his mischievous laughter alongside the sounds of his favorite bells bringing a smile to your face as you succumb to sleep, dreaming of your King.
warnings/notes: a lil spicy. contains innuendos. human reader’s vocal capabilities garner andy’s curiosity(soft, sweet uWu to METALHEAD in a beat.). Lynne observes his interest, and, well. sic’s him on reader lol. reader is a band vocalist, gn reader, reader is a shameless flirt, their band is equally shameless, and his POV. implied reader and Lynne might’ve been together at one point if u squint, andy faints at the end after realizing he basically asked reader out on a date lol, and that’s it!
Check out Love Limit on Itchio or Steam!
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How did he get here?
Ah, yes. He was dragged along to a music festival.
Not unwillingly, of course. He took in the culture, the sights, the scents, and the sounds like a sponge. Especially the sounds.
You were a close friend of the Earthians that Egen arranged to meet with. When Lynne received your invite to the front row of your band's performance, she dragged everyone to the festival. It was a whirlwind, going through the stalls. Though, not an unpleasant one.
Before he knew it, everyone was kitted out in your merchandise and in front of the stage. Lynne was livestreaming, Egen was vibrating with excitement next to his date who was snapping pictures, and Nabo was jutting out of the crowd like a sore thumb.
Well, on this planet, he looked out of place everywhere.
What he remembers is the rumble of the speakers as one of you band members began the first song on your setlist. Then you, singing. Playful and warm in the chorus. Your voice, sweet and welcoming, inviting, even.
The crowd’s deafening roars as your voice had shifted into heavy, guttural screams, deep and strangely melodic in nature.
It wasn’t just how much you could change your voice that had garnered his curiosity. No, it was also how quickly you could. He quickly found himself, for the lack of better Earthian terms, enraptured as you and your band performed, his hearts thudding and pulse quickening.
By the end, he felt dizzy. Even here, on this planet, music inspired unity. There had to be hundreds of Earthians here, and the majority of them knew your lyrics by heart, as if it were their anthems.
How did he get here, backstage?
He was dragged here, by Lynne, though not before adorning him with all of your merchandise she’d purchased.
She enters your band’s tent, all but squealing your name, abandoning him beside the entrance just inside. “Lynne, babygirl!” you chuff her way sweetly. You and Lynne both give each other a familiar squeeze, and you plant an affectionate kiss on her forehead as she prattles on about various things.
He blinks, dazed. He finally looks down at everything that was on him, around him, and in his arms, one phrase plastered on just about everything.
“And I mean, wow, it’s not every day one finds out an alien is vying for number one fan.” he hears you tease, and he inhales sharply. By now, he knows Lynne’s antics so well to the point it’s almost nauseating. She was trying to matchmake, that scrimp--
“I gotta go!” comes her sly chirp as she bounds off, from your arms. “Wait, Lynne, this is not-” he tries, but she’s already gone in the distance. He releases a long, exhausted sigh, to which you snicker at. He shoots a glare your way.
“Pooks can be overbearing, I understand.” you tell him. “Believe me, I know from experience. A literal bulldozer.” you drawl sweetly, approaching him. “Awe,” you coo, reaching for and grabbing the fan tag dangling from his neck. “Want me t’sign this, cutie?” you offer. Your bandmates whistle and whoop, as he clears his throat, saying, “This is Lynne’s. I am simply…holding it for her.”
“Oh, get out, ya pervs.” you tell them as he begins shifting everything he was carrying into one arm. They all file out, though not without adding fuel to the fire.
“Good luck, E.T, dude!” one fingerbangs, winking. “Awe, yeah!” another caws, opening their mouth and tonguing their inner cheek while stroking the air in front of their face, insinuating something of obscene nature, and he chokes, blood rushing to his face as he nearly drops everything.
“This--is not-” his flustered words fall on deaf ears, ‘A lewd tryst, like you insinuate, you heathens!’ “Whoa, another banger! Hah! If you don’t want him, I’ll shoot my shot, boss!” the last one guffaws, their pelvic thrust leaving him utterly indignant, rendered speechless.
“Hey, space cadet.” he hears you, and just as he turns his head to you, you yank the fan tag. And he swears his weak hearts stop for a moment, your face only inches from his.
To everything in the infinite cosmos, he was not made for this type of thing.
“Damn, you are cute.” you compliment, his headspace an entire fleet's worth of shipwrecks. He felt lightheaded, like he was going to faint.
You hum, when did you put your palm on his jaw, the pad of your thumb tugging down his lower lip. He was panicking, as you tilt your head, your eyes flicking down to look at his mouth. Your eyes-mesmerizing? What, wait? How? Why?
“Ack.” his lips part slightly, the only sound escaping him being a pitiful grunt. His vision is unfocused, so he sees multiples of you grin widely at him. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.” you flirt.
Huh, what?!
He’s already overwhelmed, overstimulated, and mentally scrambling; Courtship? Ornthonian. Egen, registering for GreetUp. Earthian customs. Dates, dating? You’re too close to him.
“Isn’t. It.” he starts, fumbling, “Earthian-human custom, to…” he corrects himself, “Take me on a date first?” he asks, his face burning.
You blink. His hearts skip a beat in unison. It isn’t until you laugh that what he said catches up to him, embarrassment overflooding his system; and with your next words, he quickly reaches a very familiar threshold, very quickly, over something completely unfamiliar,
“Oh, I promise, handsome. Damn, you’re just too cute!”
He comes to the epiphany that he is both literally and figuratively, screwed.
And like a blip in a video feed, he faints, body rigid, standing up.
warnings/notes: kisses, lipstick marks. tsun tsun blushy andy reminiscing 🥹 he had to go n help conquer his home planet and he’s returning for reader AUGH
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Love’s strange.
It’s been a year and a half since he’d come to Earth with his urchin Prince, leaving only days later. Now King.
He tenderly thumbs the lipstick you gave him, the brand logo faded, now…but he still remembers. Forget Me Not.
You nabbed him by the vest and absolutely covered him with it on your pretty lips. You were, in Earthian terms, a literal bulldozer that came wrecking his exhausted, black and white world, practically oozing every color conceivable. He both hated and loved you at the same time. Damn it, he should really be more honest with himself.
He opens it and twists the dial; worn, but well loved. He gazes at it, remembering yours and his bittersweet farewell. Leave it to you to pick a hue that suits him best, heh.
“Andy? You’re leaving?” your words socked him in the gut. “Yes. At dawn.” he remembers replying curtly. He remembers looking anywhere but at you. The silence that followed; it was unbearable. “I will return.” he said. He remembers your hoarse giggle, the panic as he finally looked at you. Teary eyed, but still smiling.
“I know, Andy.” your voice, just above a whisper. “Don’t.” you chided him before he could comment on your tears. “I can’t stand the idea of not sending you off without a smile.” you told him. “Besides, it’s another opportunity to make fun of you.” you tease. Your hands then immediately latched right onto his vest and you yanked him close to you. Your lips, so perfect, met his. You proceeded to smother him in kisses until your lipstick faded from your lips, transferring onto him.
It wasn’t until you finished reapplying it to yourself that he had recovered just enough from the euphoric daze you’d plummeted him into. His mind was a mess, even more so his words, which came out completely incoherent. You teased him for how red you had made him, and before he could get out an indignant retort, you kissed him again, silencing him.
What happened next?
Oh, that’s right. “Again.” he commanded, holding your wrist. You grinned impishly at him, taking that hand up to one side of your face. He remembers how smitten he was when he saw how well his palm looked cradling your cheek.
And he’s definitely not still smitten, a year and a half later. Shit, who was he kidding? Only himself.
“Oh, I will.” your voice dipped playfully. “When you come back, that’s a promise.” you told him.
Ornthonians take promises seriously.
You promised him, and he promised you, with a steady, sobering clarity he’d never had before in his existence; “I vow to return to you after our business has been dealt with.” he took an oath, “I do not know…for how long, I will be gone. Yet, I will still ask you to wait.”
“I will. So don’t you forget about me.” you whispered in his palm, nuzzling it.
He twists the dial again as an alert notifying the ship’s arrival to Earth sounds, putting the cap back on. The memento is stuffed into his pocket as he stands, making his way back to you, his heart already thudding in his ribcage.
It threatens to leap out of his throat when you joyfully enter his embrace, your lips he had missed so dearly pressing up against his in a deep kiss.
warnings/notes: PURE. FLOOMF. Nabo is the softest giant. waking up in each other's arms, ya'll are an item 🥹👉👈 also kisses, gn reader, and no use of Y/N.
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Waking up like this has become a common occurrence; your arms wrapped around hulking shoulders, his face nestled against your chest. His large, muscular arms wrapped around you, keeping you close, while one of your legs was comfortably around one of his sides.
To say Nabo is a behemoth would be a sore understatement, measuring at a whopping 223cm. That's 7’2.
After introducing him to a sturdy bed-he broke the first ones, yes, plural-you found him to be a good cuddler. Who wouldn't want to latch onto a giant teddy bear?
With the sun starting to peek through the blinds, you go about your routine of waking him. It's impossible to get out of his embrace, otherwise.
You card your fingers through soft, silvery locks, slowly massaging his scalp. “Nabo, baby, gotta wake up.” you whisper coaxingly, as he hums softly from your affections.
“Nabo.” you whine playfully, before placing kisses on the crown of his head, repeating his name with each smooch.
“Nabo. NaboNaboNaboNabo.”
Soon, you can feel his smile, hear his sleep-laden deep chuckle. He presses his lips against your collarbone, only to seemingly doze back off.
Not on your watch.
"Na~bo~" you singsong loudly, proceeding to ruffle his hair. He groans groggily, then, tightening his hold on you. Since that wasn't working, you take a deep breath, once again smothering the crown of his head with kisses, calling his name in between each one.
The nth smooch, he finally stirs, voice hoarse with sleep; "Up...'m up, tiny."
"Good!" you chirp, and he presses a kiss on your neck, pulling you on top of him as he turns onto his back. He keeps one hand on your thigh, the other busy removing sleep from his eyes as he yawns wide.
There he was, in all his handsome glory, gills peeking out from inside his cheeks, the sun accenting his extraterrestrial features. Just in case, like a cat making biscuits, you palm the wall of muscle beneath you rhythmically. "Nabo, Nabo, no goin' back to sleep, no--eep!" you shriek happily as he suddenly manhandles you onto your back, "No morning breath, Nabo, no!" knowing full well it was your turn to receive an onslaught of kisses.
"Nabo, yes." he grins sleepily, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he bends in to pay you back in full, and all you can do is flail beneath him, laughing.
Waking up like this has become a common occurrence; little happy domestic exchanges, and you wouldn't have life with him any other way.
warnings/notes: who falls first? who falls harder? For Love Limit. extremely short n sweet kickstart to adding Love Limit to my fandoms i write for. written for a human reader.
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EGEN XIAKAFHIZAL falls first, falls harder.
This man literally travels to Earth to meet you in person from GreetUp. It's love at first sight for him when you send him a photo of yourself. Please CHALLENGE this man, he WILL fall harder. Sassy? Flirtatious? He gives as good as he gets, no matter how red-faced you make him! He is extremely respectful of any boundaries you set with him. 👉👈 Communication is key with this man!
With ANDELLE CRENULIUX, you fall first, and he falls harder, but I guarantee you he will have an Extremely tough time admitting it. Gets flustered easily under Praise. Even easier if you flirt with him. He's uber strict though, so you will need to be a literal bulldozer over his snarky lectures. Keep at him, though. Man WILL eventually fold. He will ask himself, when did he fall? Was it the third time you praised his hard work? Or was it that cheesy one liner that caught him off guard? He swears, you're the most stubborn of your species. But it's not unpleasant...quite the opposite, actually. 💞
As for NABO DHECINIOUS? ARGH, tough choice! I'm going to go with you fall first, and you fall harder. You need to be observant with this man, figure out his language. Once you do, use it to your advantage. He's like a walking library, if you have any questions about outer space, the cosmos, what galaxies he's visited, don't hesitate to ask him, he'd love to teach. Then, start asking him about his home, himself...his type. He's not dumb. Will crack a rare handsome smile, augh. 🥴
chat im doing it. Killer Chat is officially added to my fandom heap. i offer my first contribution to the fandom, Valentin my beloved w a couple Y/Ns, and a couple on when his mane goes wild. 🥴 ya'll are pink because that be my theme! i wanted to add body hair bc i appreciate it but i got lazy and know some peeps might not like it. its not shaded (yet) but phew my poor hand 😂 three days on this, srsly. i'm proud of this piece ngl. i laughed when i covered his nip w a trollface. readmore for abs! 💅
for now i'm only gonna write for V. i may or may not hop outside my box writing transmasc characters(Ronin, specifically) in an effort to broaden my writing horizons eventually but for now i dont wanna risk being offensive to anyone in the fandom. 😊
Guys…IMA NEED SUM MORE ABOUT DAD AMAJIKI YOU DID SMTH TO ME THAT FIC WAS SOO GOOD I LIVE IT SM I NEED MORE PLEASE 🙏🙏💞💞💞
warnings/notes: giggling twirling my hair rn AUGH here's some snippets ab pro-hero DILF!Tamaki, all assuming he's single w kid(s) from prior relationship(s), and interested in reader/dating/married to reader. can be read as a part of this fic or not, up to you guys :3
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DILF!Tamaki who sees you interact with his kid(s) who very evidently downright adore you, falls first and falls harder.
DILF!Tamaki who's fueled by anxiety and turns into a mess when you speak with him. it's always default answers. please go easy on him, his mind is an absolute wreck.
If you want this man to short circuit, flirt with him.
HIM?!! He's not in the top five let alone top ten, but HIM?!!!
The first kiss with DILF!Tamaki, his kid(s) literally shoved one of you into the other after months of you two going back and forth.
DILF!Tamaki who's completely and utterly a down-bad romantic once dating. hold his hand. i beg. his reaction is so adorable.
Contrary to most HCs, I don't think at least DILF!Tamaki would be even remotely against PDA. he holds his kid(s) constantly. touch is soothing for him, platonic with close friends/family or romantic. go on, give him a squeeze, soothe his jitters. 🥺
DILF!Tamaki who tells you he loves you everyday.
DILF!Tamaki makes hella lot more than six figures. His kid(s) have long since been set for the best schooling/colleges. he really wants to spend it. you're a gift that fell into his family's life one day, completing it. so don't fuss your pretty little head over paying him back. trust.
DILF!Tamaki who, despite his jitters, is very communicative. he was a husband. he is a father. he's a pro hero. when it inevitably arises, nothing is a 'you or him' problem. it's a problem everyone tackles head on.
DILF!Tamaki is a cuddle master, his protective embrace is 🥺👉👈 👁👄👁👌
DILF!Tamaki who finds himself wanting to put a ring on you when he spies you and his kid(s) on top of you, all out like a light from playing in his living room.
seeing you tucker them out, seeing them happier than they've ever been never fails to make him weak in the knees. and honestly? if you are capable of having kids, he'd definitely be willing for more.
DILF!Tamaki always cooks, he started because of his quirk. his cooking is CHEFS KISS istg. Lunchbox God™
DILF!Tamaki is a literal multitasker, his quirk makes domestic tending so much easier. he's gotten used to it over the years. 😂
DILF!Tamaki is a provider, through and through. Perfect husband and father material, I guarantee it. 🥰
Wedded Bliss and Hit Lists - Killer Chat Wedding! Head canons! (Special for 100)
This is a small gift, 100 followers, I grew so soon. I'm so excited to do things for this fandom!
I love you all!
Ronin Beaufort!
The Proposal? Unhinged.
Traditional? Never heard of her. Ronin proposes in his way—dramatic, messy, and a little bit criminal. Expect a bloody heart scrawled on a wall with his crowbar, a ring slipped on your finger before you even notice, and a devilish smirk when you realize.
He doesn’t ask, he claims. “You’re mine, darlin’. ‘Til death do us part—if it even can.”
The Rings? Custom and Chaotic.
Of course, Angel helps him design them—gothic, blackened metal with a blood-red gemstone (or one that looks like it), and the inside is engraved with"R.B X (Your First Initial)” because he has no shame.
Yours is fancy, but his? He wears a thick band with a jagged design, and if you don’t put it on him yourself,
💀 Ronin as a Husband + The Day of the Wedding 💍
The Wedding Day: A Bloody Fairytale (His Way, Of Course)
Traditional? Nah. Ronin’s wedding isn’t some soft, white-veil affair—it’s a chaotic, adrenaline-pumping fever dream. Forget pastel flowers and quiet vows; he’s giving you black roses dipped in crimson and a blood-splattered ceremony in Purgatory (the alley where you shared your first kiss).
He insists on having the ceremony at midnight. Why? “C’mon, babe—if we’re doin’ this, we’re doin’ it right. No sun, all sin.” The whole place is lit by red neon lights and candles. Romantic in a rotting kind of way.
His outfit? Over-the-top. Black leather jacket, maroon ripped pants, and his usual chaos of accessories—but with a little touch of wedding flair: a silver chain around his neck engraved with your name, and a skull pin that says “’Til Death” on it.
Angel is the one who "officiates" the wedding—if you count her laughing through the ceremony and calling you both “unhinged lovebirds” as official. She’s wearing all white “to be ironic.” Ronin’s response? “If you ruin my moment, Angel, I'll bring my child."
Instead of a normal walk down the aisle, He carries you “Damn. If I wasn’t marryin’ ya, I’d be kidnappin’ ya.”
The Vows? Pure Chaos and Pure Him.
His vows are a mess—half confessions, half threats to anyone who’d dare touch you. “I promise to love ya, haunt ya, and maybe murder anyone who looks at ya funny. Or Kill ya/j”
He doesn’t get emotional easily, but when he says “No one else gets me, but you do—and I ain’t lettin’ that go, ever,” his voice dips just a little softer. It’s rough around the edges, like him, but so painfully sincere it’s almost too much to handle.
“Blood-red suits ya, babe.”
Reception? Think More Crime Scene Afterparty.
No boring banquet hall—he drags you to the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse, where he’s set up his version of a reception. Black leather couches, flickering red lights, and a playlist that’s just metal, punk, and songs that remind him of you.
The cake? Oh, it’s black, alright. A blood-red filling when you cut it open. He insists on smashing a piece in your face. If you try to get revenge, he just laughs and lets you.
When the first dance comes around, he pulls you close—no slow, sappy waltz. He dips you so low your back almost touches the floor, all while murmuring, “Can’t believe ya married me, sweetheart. You’re a little crazy.”
Ronin as a Husband: The Good, The Bad, and the Chaotic.
Clingy. Oh, he loves being married to you—and he’ll make sure everyone knows it. If you even try to go anywhere without a goodbye kiss, he’s pulling you back by your waist. “Where’s my kiss, Mrs. Devil?”
Pet Names? Relentless. "Darlin’," "Sweetheart," "My Little Heartbreaker," and—when he’s feeling extra possessive—“My Forever.”
Jealous not really! But! Anyone so much as flirts with you? They’re getting a look that could kill. If you tease him about being possessive, he just shrugs, “Course I am. What’s mine’s mine.”
Weirdly Domestic… In His Way.
Will absolutely make you breakfast—but it’s gonna be black coffee and pancakes shaped like skulls. Maybe Not, He's a okay-person in kitchen
He’s in charge of home defense, which means there are too many weapons hidden in your place. (Your couch? Knife. Your bookshelf? Crowbar.)
Anniversaries Are… Intense.
Every anniversary, he takes you back to Purgatory to “renew your vows” by carving a fresh bloody heart into the wall.
He gets you the most unhinged gifts: one year, he gives you a dagger with “Mine Forever” engraved on the blade. Romantic!
When You’re Sick?
Pretends he’s too tough to worry, but the moment you so much as sneeze, he’s fussing over you.
Brings you soup (even though he can’t cook) and sits at your bedside like a demon guard dog. “I ain’t leavin’ ‘til you’re better, babe.”
Fights? Loud. Dramatic. Always Ends in Kisses.
Arguments with Ronin are explosive. He’ll push your buttons on purpose, just to see if you’ll push back.
But if he thinks he’s really hurt you? He folds immediately. “Baby—hey, baby, c’mon. I didn’t mean it. You know I’m an idiot.”
Would He Die For You? Absolutely.
He wouldn’t hesitate. Your enemies are his enemies.
But really? He’s not afraid of dying—he’s afraid of losing you. “If you go first, babe, I’m followin’ right after ya. No question.”
Forever Means Forever.
Ronin doesn’t do temporary. When he said “forever,” he meant it. Whether you want to wreak havoc together or just spend quiet nights tangled up in each other—he’s there. Always.
And if anyone thinks they can take you from him? They’re in for a hell of a rude awakening.
“What’s mine stays yours, darlin’—and you’re stuck with me. Forever.”
When V finds out you and Ronin—the Ronin—are officially, legally (or maybe not-so-legally) married, his reaction is… complicated.
🖤 1. The Initial Reaction: Processing…
At first? Silence. Cold. Heavy. The kind that stretches on long enough to make anyone else squirm.
You tell him during a quiet night on the server—just a casual drop like, “Oh yeah, by the way, Ronin and I got married.”
For a full minute, he doesn’t respond. Not one word. Not even a blink emoji.
Then, finally:
V: "Married."
That’s it. One word. Flat. Clinical. Like he’s trying to figure out if this is some elaborate joke—or if the world’s truly gone off the rails.
🗡️ 2. The Overprotective Judgment™
Look, V isn’t stupid. He’s always known something was brewing between you two. He heard the flirting, the teasing—he’s seen Ronin’s obsession with you. He’d be blind not to.
But marriage? That’s another level of unhinged.
His next DM comes ten minutes later, and it’s direct:
V: “Is this a joke, or have you genuinely lost your mind?”
He doesn’t trust Ronin—not entirely. Not when the man’s idea of a romantic gesture involves blood splatter and sharp objects. And while V respects your choices… he’s concerned.
“You understand what you’re tying yourself to, don’t you?” he asks, voice colder than usual. It’s not disapproval—it’s caution.
👁️ 3. Watching Ronin… Closely.
From the second V learns about the marriage, Ronin becomes his #1 Surveillance Target.
He tracks his movements more. Listens to every conversation. If Ronin so much as breathes suspiciously around you, V knows.
If Ronin’s sweet? V thinks it’s manipulation.
If Ronin’s distant? V’s ready to interrogate.
And Ronin? Oh, he loves it. He knows V’s watching—and he plays it up. Texts you obnoxiously sweet things in the public chat just to piss him off:
Goreboy: “Missin’ my spouse already. Bet you’re sittin’ there lookin’ all cute, huh? 😘”
V? Seething.
Angel's reaction
1. The Initial Reaction: Stunned Silence (And an Immediate Drink)
When Angel first hears the news, she’s mid-photoshoot—some sleek, ethereal setup where everything is soft lighting and cold marble. Her phone buzzes with a notification from Luca (because, of course, he’s the one who spilled it to the whole server).
SURPRISE Y’ALL, DEVIL GOT WIFED UP 💍 @Goreboy @You
Her brain short-circuits. She actually calls a break. Angel, the perfectionist who never leaves a set, calls a break because her ex-turned-best-friend just got married without telling her.
And the first thing she does? Orders champagne.
If anyone’s getting drunk over this, it’s gonna be her.
2. Teases Ronin
She slides into Ronin’s DMs while waiting for her makeup touch-up, keeping it light, breezy—too breezy:
Angel: “Marriage? Really? Is this some new kink or are you serious?”
Goreboy: “Relax, Mx goreboy will not be happy to see what you thought. I'm serious Angel."
Angel: “Ugh, That ring wasn't a joke..”
3. The Protective Big Sister Mode™
Angel sends you a DM next:
Angel: “Congratulations (I think). You sure you’re ready for that lunatic 24/7?”
You tell her you love him. That you’re happy.
And Angel feels happy for her friend...
4. The Girl Talk Interrogation
When you and Angel finally talk voice-to-voice, she’s sitting on her balcony, glass of wine in hand, night breeze tugging at her perfect curls. Her voice is too casual—the way it always is when she’s hiding how much she cares.
“So… tell me everything. Did he do some grand psycho thing? Blood hearts? A body? Knowing him, he probably thought a murder scene was romantic, huh?”
She laughs, but it’s not cruel. It’s just… Angel. Sharp edges wrapped in sugar.
But underneath, she’s asking the real question: Does he love you the way you deserve?
And when you answer—when you tell her how he looks at you, how he treats you like you’re the only thing in the world—Angel relaxes. Just a little.
Angel makes a public post in the server—for you—because that’s how she expresses love: loud, visible, undeniable.
"Congrats to the newlyweds. If @Goreboy screws this up, I’m personally throwing him into a woodchipper. 💋 #AngelApproved #WeddingOfTheYear"
Misaki's reactions!
💌 1. The Immediate Reaction: Absolute Chaos™
When Misaki finds out—because let’s be real, they didn’t get a formal announcement, Luca probably dropped it in the chat like a bomb—they lose it.
Luca: “Yo, @Goreboy got hitched. Someone check the apocalypse calendar.”
Misaki: “EXCUSE ME??? MARRIED?? LIKE LEGALLY?? WHO THE HELL ALLOWED THIS??”
Cue Misaki spamming the chat with caps lock, fifty cat memes, and alien abduction theories. Because if anyone was gonna get legally bound to Ronin, they figured it would be an interdimensional being, not a real person they actually know.
They’re not mad. They’re just deeply confused—and too entertained to stop.
💌 2. Instigating Maximum Drama™
Misaki immediately slides into your DMs with zero chill:
Misaki: “HOLD UP, YOU MARRIED THE DEVIL AND DIDN’T INVITE ME???”
You: “It was… spontaneous.”
Misaki: “Spontaneous is buying a weird energy drink at 3 AM, not legally binding yourself to the human equivalent of a horror movie jumpscare!!”
They are deeply offended they didn’t get to throw confetti or wear some ridiculous outfit to your wedding. In retaliation, they threaten to officiate a fake ceremony in the chatroom.
Misaki: “Second wedding. My rules. V’s the flower girl. Ronin wears a leash.”
And the scariest part? They’re dead serious about it.
💌 3. Confused… But Protective
Once the jokes die down (for about five seconds), Misaki takes a breath—and the worry kicks in. They may be playful, but underneath all that chaos is someone who actually cares.
Because they know Ronin.
And yeah, he’s fun, but he’s also… a lot. And they’ve seen how quickly things with him can go sideways if you aren’t careful.
So, they check in.
Misaki: “But seriously… you okay? He treating you right?”
When you tell them how happy you are, how Ronin’s been soft (well, as soft as he can be) and sincere, Misaki lets out a breath they didn’t realize they were holding.
💌 4. Becoming Your Self-Appointed "Marriage Consultant"
From that point on, Misaki takes it upon themselves to be your official marriage advisor, despite having no business doing so.
Misaki: “If he pisses you off, put glitter in his boots. No killer is scary when they sparkle.”
They send you relationship quizzes, offer weird gift ideas, and will absolutely text you things like:
Misaki: “If he ever forgets your anniversary, I’m legally required to assassinate him. Just saying.”
💌 5. Weird Wedding Gift Incoming
A week later, a mystery package shows up at your door. Inside?
A handmade knife (with both your initials engraved, because of course).
A mixtape labeled “Marriage Survival Guide” (track one is Olivia Rodrigo’s Bad Idea Right?).
A tiny alien plushie with a note:
“If he acts up, beam his ass back to space. – Love, Misaki 👽”
💍 After-Wedding Ronin Headcanons 💀
🖤 1. "Husband" Privileges
Oh, you think Ronin is letting this slide quietly? No chance. The second those vows are said, it’s like he’s unlocked a new personality.
“‘Spouse’ sounds so boring—‘lover’ is better. But ‘husband’? Oh, babe, I’m gonna make that your favorite word.”
He abuses the title constantly—throwing around “husband” and “wife” or “spouse” in every context possible.
“Can’t argue with me, babe. Husband’s orders.”
“That’s ‘your devil husband’ to you.”
“You married me, sweetheart—this is legally your problem now.”
And he expects you to flex it, too. If you don’t show off the ring? He’ll make sure everyone sees it.
“Mx Y/n Beaufort.”
“This means you’re mine. No take-backs, sweetheart.”
He’ll tease, of course. Ask if you’re gonna run—if you regret it—but his grip when he holds you? That death-grip on your waist? Yeah, you’re not going anywhere.
💋 3. His Version of Domestic Bliss
Ronin’s not the white-picket-fence type—but he loves the idea of building chaos with you.
Late-night drives to nowhere, hands tangled on the gearshift.
he tells you the stories from his past.
Waking up with scissors on the nightstand and a love note tucked under your pillow.
“Rise and shine, lover—thought about murdering you in your sleep, but I’m sentimental now.”
He loves you, The next time he wakes up. He knows you're someone who won't discard his past. You will listen to it, He trusts you.
Angel
Angel as Your Wife – Wedding Day Perfection
Angel has always been the type to love love. She flirts like it’s second nature, teases with a wink and a smile, but underneath it all, she loves deeply, fiercely, without hesitation. And today—her wedding day—is the moment she’s been dreaming about since the day she realized forever with you was the only thing she ever truly wanted.
💍 The Proposal – The Moment She Knew
Angel is a romantic, but she also loves a bit of fun, so her proposal to you is an event. Whether she’s proposing to you or waiting for you to propose, it has to be memorable.
If she proposes, it’s spontaneous but perfect. Maybe it’s on a quiet rooftop under the city lights, her hands slipping into yours as she murmurs, “I never thought I’d find someone who could keep up with me, who’d see all of me and love me anyway.” Then she pulls out the ring, and for once, her teasing smirk softens into something more tender. “So, what do you say, sweetheart? Want to be mine forever?”
If you propose, she’s stunned—like genuinely breathless for a second, blinking at you before breaking into the brightest, most heart-melting smile. She tackles you in a hug before she even gets the words out. “Yes! Of course, yes! How could I ever say no to you?”
Either way, the moment the ring is on her finger, she’s already planning the wedding with stars in her eyes.
☀️ The Morning of the Wedding – Butterflies & Love Notes
Angel wakes up bouncing with excitement. She’s always been a morning person, but today, she’s practically glowing before the sun is even up.
Her first thought? You. She grabs her phone immediately, sending you a text:
“Good morning, future spouse. I hope you’re ready, because in just a few hours, I’ll officially be yours. Nervous? Excited? Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make sure you never regret saying ‘I do.’”
She sends you a little gift—maybe a handwritten letter filled with all the reasons she loves you, or a small locket with a picture of you both.
Despite being surrounded by bridesmaids and stylists, her mind keeps drifting to you. She keeps catching herself smiling in the mirror, twirling in her dress, wondering what your reaction will be when you see her.
👗 Her Look – A Vision in White
Angel has an eye for elegance, but she also knows how to make an impact.
Her dress is breathtaking—soft, flowing fabric that clings in all the right places, delicate lace details that shimmer under the light. She wants to look like a dream, and oh, she does.
Her makeup is just enough to enhance her natural beauty, with a soft glow and perfectly lined lips. She knows you love her smile, so she makes sure it stands out.
Her veil? Dramatic—because of course, Angel loves a touch of flair. But when she lifts it to kiss you, her eyes are locked onto yours, warm and full of love.
💌 The Ceremony – The Moment Everything Stops
When the doors open and Angel steps down the aisle, the entire world pauses.
Her eyes find yours instantly, and her teasing smile fades into something softer, more vulnerable. For once, she’s not flirting, not playing—she’s just looking at you, and the sheer love in her expression is enough to take your breath away.
She walks slowly, savoring every second, every step closer to you.
When she finally reaches you, she exhales a little laugh, whispering, “You look so good, my love. I almost want to skip the vows and kiss you now.”
And oh, the vows.
Angel speaks from the heart, her voice steady, but full of emotion. “I’ve spent my whole life chasing excitement, chasing passion. But then I met you, and suddenly, all I wanted was something steady—something real. You are my greatest adventure, my softest love, my forever. And I promise to be yours, every single day, for the rest of our lives.”
When the officiant finally says, “You may kiss the bride,” Angel does not wait. She throws her arms around you, pulling you in with a bright, breathless laugh before pressing her lips to yours in a kiss so deep, so full of love, that the entire crowd erupts into cheers.
🎉 The Reception – The Life of the Party
If the ceremony was emotional, the reception is pure fun. Angel is in her element—dancing, laughing, stealing kisses from you every chance she gets.
The First Dance: She pulls you close, resting her forehead against yours as you sway to the music. “Dancing with you feels like a dream,” she murmurs, “but you’re really mine, aren’t you?”
Feeding You Cake: She feeds you a bite with a teasing smile, but if you try to be playful and smear frosting on her nose? She gasps dramatically before grabbing you by the tie (or collar) and whispering, “You’ll pay for that later.”
The Bouquet Toss: Angel throws it over her shoulder without looking—and then winks when she sees who catches it.
🌙 The End of the Night – Just You & Her
As the guests start to leave, Angel finds you again, slipping her hand into yours.
She’s softer now, the excitement of the day settling into something deeper.
“Let’s go home,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “I’ve had you in front of hundreds of people all day. Now, I want you all to myself.”
The second the door closes behind you, she’s wrapping herself around you, sighing in relief. “I still can’t believe it,” she murmurs against your lips. “I get to be yours. Forever.”
And as she pulls you down into another slow, lingering kiss, it’s clear—this isn’t just the end of your wedding day. It’s the beginning of forever with Angel, your sweet, flirty, devoted wife. 💕
How V reacts!
V treats Angel’s wedding with his usual brand of stoic dignity—or at least, he tries to.
During the Ceremony: He watches silently from the back, arms crossed, dressed in an immaculate black suit. When Angel walks down the aisle, there’s the faintest hint of a smile—just a twitch at the corner of his lips. If anyone asks, he’ll claim he’s there to "ensure the institution of marriage isn’t a front for more criminal activity." But really? He respects Angel more than he lets on—and seeing her happy means something.
When Ronin Starts Teasing: V doesn’t engage—at first. But when Ronin drops his “consummate it” line, V glances over and mutters dryly, “It’s impressive how you can make anything sound depraved. A true talent.”
At the Reception: He lingers at the edge of the crowd, sipping sparkling water like it’s a stakeout. But when Angel pulls him onto the dance floor, he surprisingly doesn’t resist. He’s stiff at first—too controlled—but softens just enough to let Angel tease him into a spin. (He draws the line at twirling.)
When Angel Tosses the Bouquet: It practically flies in his direction. He catches it with one hand—then immediately hands it off to the nearest bystander with a curt, “No.”
When Saying Goodbye: His farewell is simple, but sincere. He clasps Angel’s hand briefly and says, “You deserve to be happy. Don’t let anyone take that from you.” And if his gaze lingers on her just a second too long… well, no one calls him out on it. Not even Ronin.
How Misaki Reacts!
Misaki treats Angel’s wedding like it’s the social event of the decade—equal parts chaos and genuine affection.
During the Ceremony: She’s sitting in the front row, legs crossed, wearing a pastel pink suit that’s somehow both adorable and deadly. She whistles low when Angel walks down the aisle and mutters, “Damn, girl—if your spouse backs out, I’m right here.” She’s definitely the one who claps too early when they’re pronounced married.
When Ronin Starts Teasing: Misaki cackles. Loudly. And, of course, she piles on: “Please, you know Angel’s gonna break them in, not the other way around.” She even fake-swoons and adds, “Wish someone would ruin me like that.”
At the Reception: She’s the first on the dance floor and the last to leave it. At one point, she grabs the mic and gives an impromptu, half-drunk toast: “Angel, babe—if your spouse ever breaks your heart, I’m legally obligated to commit murder. Just saying. Congrats, though!” She cries a little at the end but blames it on the champagne.
When Angel Tosses the Bouquet: Misaki dives for it like her life depends on it—elbowing anyone in her path. When she catches it, she holds it above her head like a trophy and yells, “I’M NEXT, BITCHES!”
When Saying Goodbye: She hugs Angel so tight it’s borderline suffocating. Her voice is soft, just for a moment, when she says, “I’m proud of you, y’know? You deserve all this happiness. Don’t mess it up"—but if you do, I’m still your ride-or-die.”"
How Ronin reacts!
Ronin treats Angel’s wedding like it’s both an opportunity and a game. He’s there to cause problems—but only the fun kind.
During the Ceremony: He shows up fashionably late, of course—wearing an all-black suit that’s too sharp to be legal. He slides into a seat next to Misaki, leans over, and whispers, “Think they’d let me object just for the drama?”
When Angel walks down the aisle, he whistles low under his breath and mutters, “Lucky bastard.” But when the vows start, for once, he’s quiet—watching with an unreadable expression. Maybe, just maybe, there’s a flicker of something softer in his eyes.
When It’s Official: The moment they’re pronounced married, he claps slowly and drawls, “Congratulations—enjoy the lifetime sentence.” But his smirk isn’t as sharp as usual. If anyone’s watching closely, they might catch the way he tilts his head—like he’s memorizing the sight of Angel happy.
At the Reception: He’s everywhere—stealing drinks, and stirring up chaos. When it’s time for speeches, he takes the mic without being invited.
"Angel, babe—I was gonna prepare a heartfelt speech, but let’s be honest, I’m here for the open bar. You’ve always had terrible taste—clearly, since you tolerate me—but somehow, you found someone crazy enough to love you. Don’t mess it up. Or do. I could use the entertainment.”
Of course, he flashes a wicked grin at Angel’s spouse and adds, “Good luck keeping up, sweetheart. You’re gonna need it.”
When Angel Tosses the Bouquet: He makes a show of dodging it, dramatically stepping out of the way while saying, “Marriage? Nah. I’d be someone’s worst nightmare.” But there’s a flicker of something else in his expression—an itch he won’t admit.
When Saying Goodbye: His voice drops lower, teasing but softer when he pulls Angel in for a private goodbye. “Don’t go getting all domestic and boring on me, yeah? But... if they ever break your heart—well, you know how much I love a good reason to kill.”
And Angel walks away, he lingers just a little too long—watching, smirk slipping into something harder to read. He's happy...That his Friend has someone...
💍 Angel as a Wife – Headcanons 💋
Flirty Forever:
Marriage doesn’t tone her down—if anything, it dials her charm up. Angel flirts like it’s her full-time job, whether you’ve been married for a week or a decade. Random texts like “Thinking about you in nothing but that ring. Come home soon~” are her specialty.
Spoiling You Rotten:
Angel firmly believes her spouse deserves the best of everything. She buys gifts “just because,” books surprise vacations, and insists on pampering you with everything from homemade breakfasts to spontaneous spa days. If you so much as mention wanting something, it’ll probably show up by the end of the week.
Ultimate Hype-Wife:
Whatever you do, Angel is your loudest cheerleader. Big career move? She’s throwing a celebration. Minor achievement? She’s bragging about you to anyone who’ll listen. She’s the type to make “I’m married to the hottest, smartest, most amazing human alive” her whole personality—and she means it.
Touchy-Feely Queen:
Angel thrives on physical affection. Expect endless kisses (especially when you’re distracted), back rubs after a rough day, and snuggling close whenever you sit down. If you try to leave bed without a goodbye kiss, she’ll whine until she gets her due.
Fights? Flirt Them Away:
Arguments with Angel rarely last long—mostly because she’s too stubborn to stay mad and too charming to let you stay mad. She’ll tease her way back into your good graces with a smirk, a soft apology, and probably a well-timed kiss. “You’re not really mad, are you? C’mon, baby~”
Possessive but Playful:
Angel doesn’t get jealous often—she knows she’s a catch—but she’s very clear about one thing: you’re hers. If anyone flirts with you, she’s right there, wrapping an arm around your waist and flashing a smile that dares them to try harder. “Aw, sweetie, you’ve got great taste—but they’re all mine.”
Wife + Best Friend Combo:
She’s your partner-in-crime for everything—shopping sprees, Netflix marathons, late-night junk food runs. Life with Angel is never boring, and she’s always game for a new adventure, as long as you’re by her side.
Pet Names Galore:
She cycles through affectionate nicknames constantly—baby, sweetheart, honeybun, love of my life. If you blush at a particular one, congratulations—it’s now your permanent title.
Over-the-Top Anniversary Queen:
Every milestone is an event with Angel. First kiss anniversary? Fancy dinner. Wedding anniversary? Expect an elaborate romantic getaway. She lives for grand gestures and wants you to feel cherished every single day.
Soft, Secret Vulnerability:
Beneath the playful exterior, Angel takes marriage seriously. She’s terrified of losing you or not being enough, though she rarely voices these fears outright. On quiet nights, when the world slows down, she’ll hold you a little tighter and whisper, “You’ll stay with me forever, right?”
🌙 Misaki’s Rooftop Wedding – Headcanons 🌙
Setting:
A city rooftop at night—skyline glowing, a chaotic mix of neon signs and moonlight. It’s so them—a little messy, a little reckless, but undeniably full of heart. V handled all the preparations with his signature precision (and judgmental sighs), while Ronin and Angel add a sprinkle of chaos just for fun.
🎵 1. Wedding Vibes: Jazz, Chaos, and Cup Noodles
Misaki refuses a traditional ceremony—too stuffy—so the wedding is an informal, wild mix of their favorite things: jazz music blasting, neon lights glowing, and a makeshift altar made from stolen milk crates (Ronin’s touch, obviously).
Angel makes a playlist with Rina Sawayama and Olivia Rodrigo bops because “Misaki deserves a banger soundtrack.”
There’s a snack table… well, more like an entire section dedicated to cup noodles. V disapproves but lets it slide—this once.
🌟 2. Their Wedding Look: Streetwear Chic Chaos
Misaki does not dress traditionally. They rock a black-and-red themed wedding outfit—sleek but chaotic. Their usual worn striped shirt is swapped for a matching black-and-red blazer with the sleeves rolled up.
The lock on their red choker? Custom-engraved with your initials.
They stick to their star hair clips—because they’re a star, duh—but Angel gifted them a tiny wolf charm to wear on their boot. (“For your werewolf agenda.”)
V, with his perfectionism, tried to get them a “sensible” wedding ring—Misaki immediately swapped it for a cheap, heart-shaped plastic ring from a vending machine.
💌 3. The Vows: Silly, Sweet, and So Very Misaki
Misaki writes their vows on the back of a convenience store receipt (fitting, considering their broke assassin lifestyle). Despite the messy delivery, their words are raw and honest: “I never thought I’d make it to something as soft as this. You’re the one thing that makes all this chaos worth it. I’m yours—mess and all.”
They get flustered halfway through and throw in a joke: “If I die first, you get all my cup noodle stash. That’s real love, babe.”
🔪 4. How Everyone Reacts
V: Stoic but proud. He spent weeks planning everything and it’s…chaotic, but seeing Misaki happy softens his usual icy demeanor. At the end, he quietly pulls you aside and says, “Keep them safe. They deserve it.”
Ronin: Cannot stop teasing. Every time Misaki gets emotional, he’s whispering something like, “Aw, soft little killer’s gone domestic. Adorable.” But he means it—his chaos aside, he tells you in private, “Take care of our disaster, yeah?”
Angel: Is the emotional one, dabbing their eyes with a tissue and cheering the loudest when you kiss. They’re also the first to demand a dance party afterward.
🎁 5. The Gifts: Because It’s Misaki
Misaki’s love language is gift-giving—so, naturally, they hand you a handmade, weirdly adorable scrapbook of your relationship so far. Complete with doodles of them as a werewolf protecting you.
Your gift to them? A custom-made lock to replace the one on their choker—it opens with your fingerprint only. They’re OBSESSED.
💫 6. Post-Wedding Chaos
After the ceremony, Misaki pulls you into a rooftop dance—barefoot, giggling, spinning to a jazz remix of their favorite songs.
You both steal leftover cup noodles from the snack table and eat them sitting on the rooftop edge, feet dangling over the city. Misaki leans against you, sighing softly: “If aliens are real, they’d be jealous of this.”
Ronin insists on a “honeymoon prank spree,” while V pretends not to know any of you. Angel suggests a beach trip instead—Misaki loves the idea (mainly because they want to see you in a swimsuit).
Despite the chaos, the night ends with you tangled together under the city lights—Misaki’s head on your shoulder, murmuring: “I’m still a mess, but I’m your mess now.”
How Each would react!
🖤 V – The Reluctant Wedding Planner
Let’s be real—V did not want to organize this chaos, but Misaki (and you) asked, so he did it perfectly.
He handled the venue, the food (even if it was cup noodles), and made sure everything ran smoothly. Efficiency first.
While everyone’s goofing off, he’s quietly watching from the corner, arms crossed. If anyone dares to mess up the ceremony? They answer to him.
Emotional Reaction:
He won’t admit it, but he cares—a lot. Seeing Misaki genuinely happy softens his usual cold exterior. When you exchange vows, you catch the faintest twitch of a smile.
After the ceremony, he pulls you aside and says in his quiet, serious tone:
“They’re fragile, even if they pretend otherwise. Don’t hurt them.”
Wedding Gift:
V gifts you both, What...He could. He makes sure, It's well-taken.
🔥 Ronin
Ronin shows up in the most absurd outfit—a sleek black suit, but the tie is covered in tiny cartoon wolves because "Misaki’s whole werewolf thing is iconic, babe."
He spends the whole night teasing both of you, leaning into Misaki’s ear during the vows to whisper:
“Awww, soft assassin finally tied down. You’re practically domesticated now.”
Emotional Reaction:
Beneath the teasing, Ronin’s more sentimental than he lets on. He watches Misaki beam during the first dance and mutters to himself,
“They deserve something good. Guess that’s you.”
He’s the first to make a dramatic toast, grinning like a devil:
“If you break their heart, sweetheart, I’ll break your kneecaps. Fair trade, yeah?”
Wedding Gift:
A personalized lock-and-key set: the lock is heart-shaped and engraved with “Property of Y/N”—he hands it over with a wink.
Also sneaks an untraceable burner phone into Misaki’s gift bag because “You two will get up to crimes eventually. Might as well be prepared.”
💋 Angel
Angel is the emotional one—they’ve been waiting for this moment forever. When you both say “I do,” they’re openly crying while clutching a bedazzled tissue.
They personally decorate the rooftop with fairy lights and glowing stars (“Because Misaki’s a star, duh.”) and insist on a first dance under the neon lights.
Emotional Reaction:
Angel pulls you both into a tight hug right after the ceremony, voice thick with emotion:
“You two are so freaking cute. If you mess this up, I’m divorcing both of you emotionally.”
They’re the first to drag you and Misaki to the dance floor, twirling you around while shouting, “Married life means more jazz, babe!”
Wedding Gift:
A scrapbook of all your chaotic group memories—half of it is glitter-covered, and there are way too many doodles of Misaki as a werewolf.
They also gift you a matching bracelet set, one that says “Killer Couple” because Angel is nothing if not dramatic.
💌 After Marriage Headcanons with Misaki 💌
Your life together is a mix of cozy chaos. Mornings are spent tangled in bed sheets because Misaki is not a morning person—good luck trying to pry them away from you.
Misaki insists on keeping your home aesthetic but comfy. Expect string lights, random trinkets from missions, and a million throw pillows because they like to “nest.”
They absolutely steal your clothes—hoodies, shirts, even socks. If it smells like you? It’s theirs now. Don’t fight it.
Home Setup:
Your place is a weird hybrid of a sleek assassin hideout and a cozy city apartment. Their bunker days are over, and you make sure they have a soft place to land after jobs.
Cup noodles still dominate the pantry, but they try to cook for you sometimes. It's… chaotic, but their enthusiasm is cute.
“I made dinner!”
“This is three different flavors of instant ramen, babe.”
“You love it.”
💖 Affection Overload
Misaki is clingy—but in a cute, touch-starved way. They’re always finding excuses to touch you, whether it’s holding hands, leaning on you, or cuddling in the middle of the day.
Surprise forehead kisses are their favorite weapon. They’ll catch you off guard, pressing a kiss to your temple while grinning, “Love ya, babe.”
When they’re anxious, they’ll find you and bury their face in your neck. Your touch calms them down faster than anything else.
Pet Names Galore:
You get a rotation of chaotic and sweet nicknames—"babe," "cutie," and their personal favorite, “My favorite human.”
If you call them a pet name? Instant blush. They act cool, but the minute you say something like “baby”—they melt.
🎁 Love Language: Gift-Giving
Misaki constantly brings you random gifts—they’re bad at expressing feelings with words, but their love shows in thoughtful gestures.
You get:
Tiny trinkets from their missions (“Look! I stole this cool keychain just for you!”).
Silly notes left around the house (“Don’t forget to eat, nerd.”).
Handmade playlists labeled things like “For when you miss me” or “Hot Assassin Vibes Only.”
🔫 Balancing Assassin Life & Marriage
They’re still taking contracts, but they work less after marrying you. You become their anchor—a reason to come home in one piece.
Whenever they’re out on a job, they text you constantly:
“Still alive. Miss ur face.”
“Bet you’re wearing my hoodie rn.”
“If I die, clear my search history. Love u 💀.”
You’re their emotional support after missions. When the weight of their work gets heavy, you’re the one they fall apart with—and you never judge them for it.
🎶 Random Marriage Shenanigans
Dance Breaks: Random jazz-fueled dance parties in your living room. Misaki will literally grab your hand mid-task and spin you around while singing off-key.
Aliens Exist, Fight Me: They are obsessed with alien documentaries and will drag you into deep conversations at 2 AM.
“Babe, what if we’re just, like, an alien reality show?”
“Misaki. Go to sleep.”
Pet Parenting: One day, they adopt a stray cat and name it “Murderbean.” Misaki spoils it rotten. Murderbean likes you best, and they’re jealous.
🌟 Soft Vulnerability
Marriage makes them softer—with you, at least. You’re the only person they feel safe enough to let their guard down around.
On bad days, they curl up beside you, murmuring, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” They mean it.
They still struggle with anxiety, but knowing they have you makes it easier. When they get overwhelmed, you hold them until their breathing steadies.
💍 Forever Vibes
They talk about the future like it’s inevitable—with you, it is. Misaki jokes about retiring and opening a record shop with you one day.
“As long as I’ve got you, babe, I’m good.”
If you’re ever away for too long, they’ll dramatically drape themselves across the bed and text you, “Come home. I’m dying. No one else makes cup noodles like you do.”
V
🖤 V’s Proposal
V’s proposal isn’t grand or flashy—it’s intimate, deliberate, and entirely him. For a man who sees himself as a protector of justice, promising forever to you is a vow he takes more seriously than anything else.
📖 The Moment It Happens:
It starts with small changes—V’s usual hyper-focus on his work begins to shift. You notice how often he lingers at home, how his fingers brush against yours more often, and how his rare humor comes easier when you’re near.
One night, after a long evening, he finds you sitting on the balcony watching the stars. He doesn’t speak immediately—he just stands there, as if memorizing how you look under the moonlight.
Without his usual tactical armor, he seems softer—like the edges of his sharp moral code dull when he’s with you.
He kneels, smooth and controlled, and extends a small, hand-carved wooden box. You can tell he made it himself—polished oak, edges crisp and precise. No waste. Nothing careless.
Inside is a delicate ring—a silver band shaped like intertwining vines, with a small gemstone nestled between two silver birds in flight.
His voice—steady, low—breaks the silence:
"A lifetime isn't enough to repay what you’ve given me. But if you'll have me, I'll spend every day trying."
💍 How He Handles Your Response:
The moment you say "yes," V’s composure wavers—just a little. His breath hitches; his fingers tremble as he slides the ring onto your hand.
He doesn’t waste words—but the look he gives you is fierce, unyielding. The kind of gaze that says you’re not just his partner—you’re his reason.
When he pulls you into his arms, there’s a gentleness in his touch that no one else ever gets to see. And he lingers—always lingers—because holding you feels more like home than any place he’s ever known.
🕊️ Your Wedding Day – A Sanctuary of Wings 🕊️
V isn’t a man who does things halfway—your wedding is no exception. Every detail reflects his principles: kindness, minimal harm, and a world where every life matters.
1. The Venue – A Bird Sanctuary Paradise
The ceremony is held at a sprawling wildlife reserve—a bird sanctuary he’s been quietly funding for years
The setting is breathtaking: a secluded meadow surrounded by towering trees, soft petals scattered underfoot, and the air filled with birdsong.
Aviaries open during the ceremony, allowing rescued birds—doves, swallows, and finches—to fly freely above the altar.
He’s all sharp angles in a custom black suit—tailored to perfection. No gaudy embellishments—just clean, elegant lines.
Around his lapel, a silver pin shaped like a raven’s wing—your private symbol.
But when you approach? His expression softens, his usual cold restraint cracking beneath the warmth he saves for you.
3. The Ceremony – V’s Vows
V’s vows are short—but every word is deliberate, and his voice holds no hesitation.
"I’ve walked through a world of violence, always alone. Until you."
"Your kindness—the way you see the world—changed something in me. You remind me why I fight. Why life matters."
"I vow to protect you. To stand beside you. And if you’ll let me—I’ll make every moment worth it."
When he slips the ring onto your finger—a matching silver band etched with the wings of a dove—you see the faintest tremor in his hand.
Because for all his composure, this moment matters to him more than any mission he’s ever taken on.
4. Animal-Friendly
No leather, no silk—every material is cruelty-free. =
Instead of traditional confetti, guests toss biodegradable wildflower seeds—so the meadow will bloom with color long after the wedding is over.
Rescue animals from the sanctuary are honored guests—V even arranges a surprise for you: an owl you once admired during a visit flies in during the ceremony with a silk ribbon carrying your rings.
5. How V Reacts Seeing You Walk Down the Aisle
The moment you step into view, V—who’s always so composed—freezes. For once, his calculating mind is quiet.
His lips part slightly, breath catching. And when your eyes meet? The rest of the world ceases to exist.
He doesn’t realize he’s clenched his fists until his knuckles turn white—like holding himself back from rushing to you.
And the closer you come, the softer his expression grows—by the time you reach him, his hands are already outstretched, steadying you as if you’re the most fragile, precious thing he’s ever known.
6. The Reception – A Quiet Celebration
V doesn’t like big crowds, so your reception is an intimate gathering. Close friends, the sanctuary staff, and (of course) the Killer Chat gang.
He ensures all donations from the guests go directly to the bird sanctuary—your wedding doesn’t just celebrate your love; it leaves a lasting legacy of kindness.
When you dance together for the first time, V is surprisingly graceful. But his focus isn’t on perfect steps—it’s on you. Every touch, every glance is full of quiet adoration.
7. After the Ceremony – A Private Moment Just for You
When the guests drift away, V leads you back to the aviary—where a newly rehabilitated falcon spreads its wings, ready to take flight.
You release the bird together, watching as it soars free. His fingers lace with yours, voice low:
"Freedom matters. But so does choosing where you want to be."
And as the bird disappears into the sky, he turns to you—lips brushing against your temple—and murmurs the words he never thought he’d have reason to say:
"I choose you."
Reaction!
Ronin
“Awww, our little edgelord grew a heart.”
The moment Ronin hears about the wedding, he’s insufferable. Absolutely unbearable. He shows up just to stir the pot—grinning like the devil, all sharp teeth and bad intentions. From the second he lays eyes on V in his formal wear, he’s got jokes. “Didn’t think you’d live long enough to settle down, bro. What’s next? A white picket fence? Little masked brats?”
Flirting with You—Just to Poke the Bear:
Ronin doesn’t miss a single opportunity to tease. The second he catches you alone, he’s all smooth lines and mock flirtation, just loud enough for V to hear. “You sure you wanna lock yourself down, sweetheart? I mean, icy’s fine and all—but I come with fireworks.” He always flashes a wink right before V steps in—because what’s life without a little danger?
Messing with V’s Image:
He makes it his mission to chip at V’s ever-serious persona. At the reception, he leans in to whisper (way too loud), “Can you believe it? V—Mr. Justice himself—married. I thought the only thing he’d ever commit to was brooding in alleys.” He’s fully prepared to dodge a punch if necessary.
To You—Half Serious, Half Joke:
When things settle down, Ronin pulls you aside. For once, his voice softens—just a little. “Look, V’s a pain in the ass, but he’s not all bad. And trust me—he’ll go down swinging for you.” Then, with a wicked grin, he adds, “Still… if he gets too boring, you’ve got my number.”
Brotherly Concern—In His Own Way:
Beneath the teasing, there’s a glimmer of something real. As you’re about to leave, he catches you both one last time. His usual smirk fades—just a bit—and he says quietly, “Take care of him, yeah? He acts like he doesn’t need it, but…” He trails off, then adds with a grin, “If he ever gets too serious, I’ll come mess him up for free.”
Post-Wedding Shenanigans:
Ronin does not let V live it down. Anytime he’s in the chat, he’s dropping lines like:
“Hey, husband-of-the-year, how’s married life?”
“Y’know, I always knew you had a soft spot. But this? This is adorable.”
“If you two have a fight, just send them my way—I give killer marriage advice.”
But Deep Down…
He won’t admit it, but seeing V happy? It kinda warms the shriveled thing he calls a heart. Not that he’d ever say it. But if anyone dared threaten your happiness, they’d have two monsters to deal with—because as much as he loves to mess with V, no one else gets to touch his “bro.”
✨ Misaki and Angel Reacting to V and You Getting Married ✨
🗡️ Misaki’s Reaction (The Agent of Chaos)
“Wait—you mean, V? That V? Mr. No-Fun?”
When they first hear the news, Misaki is in utter disbelief. They dramatically gasp, clutching their chest like it’s the most shocking thing they’ve ever heard. “I thought V was married to his moral code! You’re telling me he found someone who willingly deals with that?”
Relentless Teasing—With Love:
They spend the entire wedding day bouncing between genuine support and pure mischief. During the ceremony, they lean over to you and whisper, “Blink twice if you need rescuing. I know a guy.” Then, to V: “Wow, you actually smile. Who knew you had human emotions?”
The Chaos Gift:
Misaki’s wedding gift? Pure trouble. It’s either:
A matching set of “Justice” and “Chaos” mugs.
A framed photo of V looking broody with a glittery heart drawn around it.
A lock-picking set labeled “For when V’s rules get too much.”
Low-Key Soft About It:
Beneath all the teasing, they’re actually kind of touched. At the reception, when you’re not looking, they tell V, “You better treat them right, or I’ll break every bone in your body—lovingly, of course.” And to you? “If you need a break from the broody husband life, call me. I’m way more fun.”
💋 Angel’s Reaction (The Sweetheart Femme Fatale)
“Aww, my cold little knight found love? Be still my heart.”
Angel is delighted. She always suspected there was a soft center under V’s icy exterior, but seeing him actually marry someone? She’s practically glowing with joy for both of you.
Supportive with a Side of Flirt:
During the wedding prep, she offers to help with anything you need—while slipping in teasing comments. To you: “If he ever gets too broody, I’m just a call away. I’m excellent at… distracting.” And to V: “Be nice to them, darling. You may scare everyone else, but I’ve got claws too.”
Her Wedding Gift—Elegance Meets Mischief:
Angel’s gift is both thoughtful and playful—something like:
A luxurious couple’s spa day voucher (because she knows V needs to unwind).
A sleek dagger set engraved with “For better or worse.”
An elegant framed photo of you two with a handwritten note: “True love is rare—don’t mess it up, darling.”
Protective Big Sister Vibes:
She may flirt and tease, but her protective side comes out in quiet moments. She pulls you aside to say softly, “You make him happy. I see it. But if he forgets how lucky he is? You know where to find me.”
After the Wedding – Life with V as Your Husband
V doesn’t just see marriage as a title—it’s a vow, a binding promise he takes as seriously as his work. Being his spouse means you’ve broken through walls no one else ever has, and now? He’s yours—entirely, irrevocably.
1. The Home You Share – A Haven of Quiet Comfort
V custom-builds a home on the edge of a nature reserve—secluded, quiet, and surrounded by wildlife. Large windows let you watch birds and animals roam freely, while the interiors are sleek but warm.
The house is eco-friendly—everything sourced ethically, with minimal environmental impact. Solar panels, rainwater collection, the whole thing—V doesn’t do anything halfway.
Despite his cold image, your shared bedroom is a place of warmth. Soft lighting, heavy blankets for nesting together, and an ever-present sense that this is where he feels safest—by your side.
2. The Way V Loves – Fierce, Silent, and Unyielding
V isn’t traditionally affectionate, but when it’s just the two of you? He melts.
His touches are feather-light—fingertips brushing your hair back, a hand resting protectively on your lower back, or a thumb tracing over your wedding band when he thinks you aren’t watching.
You become his anchor. After every night patrol, no matter how tired, he always comes home to you—sometimes slipping into bed without a word, but his arms wrap around you tight, like he’s making sure you’re still there.
He notices everything. If you’re cold? He’s draping his coat over your shoulders. Tired? He’s already running you a hot bath. Sad? He doesn’t offer empty words—he offers presence, grounding you with quiet care.
3. V’s Domestic Quirks – Things You Discover After Marriage
Early Mornings Together: V’s a painfully early riser—he likes to meditate or train before dawn. But on rare days off? He stays in bed longer just to hold you.
His Tea Ritual: He has an entire shelf dedicated to obscure herbal teas. No matter what mood you’re in, he has a blend for it—especially if it soothes you.
Silent Acts of Love: Flowers aren’t his thing—but he fixes broken things without being asked. Keeps your favorite snacks stocked. Learns every little habit you have and quietly accommodates them.
4. Protective to a Fault – But He Trusts Your Strength
He never stops being your protector—but he never underestimates you. If you want to be involved in his work or his world, he doesn’t hold you back.
Still, if anyone dares to threaten you? He’s not forgiving. There are no warnings—only consequences.
He checks in, always. If you’re out late, you’ll find a simple message on your phone:
“Are you safe?”
5. Intimacy – The Soft Side No One Else Sees
V isn’t loud about his affection, but behind closed doors? He’s endlessly gentle.
He craves your touch more than he admits. A hand tangled in his hair while he works? Instantly soothes him.
If you kiss him before he leaves on patrol, he lingers longer than he should—like he doesn’t want to pull away.
After difficult nights, he doesn’t ask for comfort outright—but the way he clings to you in his sleep says everything.
6. Jealous? Not Exactly—But…
V isn’t the type to get jealous easily—he knows your heart belongs to him.
That said, if someone flirts with you? He won’t say anything—but his presence shifts. Colder. Sharper. And the offender usually backs off without him needing to lift a finger.
Ronin loves teasing him about this—“Careful, Angel. If you break his heart, who’ll keep the streets clean?”—and V’s usual stoicism cracks just a little when you smile at him in response.
7. Building a Future – With You, There’s Always Hope
Despite his heavy worldview, being with you brings light into his life. He wants a future with you—and he allows himself to dream of one.
He secretly wonders if you’d want to foster rescue animals—or maybe even kids someday. He’d never push, but if you bring it up? He’s already imagining filling your home with life.
Whatever path you choose, V’s vow remains the same:
“I’m yours. For as long as you’ll have me.”
warnings/notes: thots on lipstick marks, kisses. 💋 sfw. short af. multifandom. kinda valentines but late. keeping the (male, he/him) character ambiguous for multi-fandom purposes. feel free to rb and add your faves and fave fandoms in the tags 💞
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The first time he buys you lipstick in a color that suits you, a color that makes him think of you, you ask him if you could test it out. ‘Of course,’ he says, zero hesitation. Right then and there you apply it.
Next thing, his face gets blessed with your lipstick clad lips. First kiss makes his brain short circuit. Second, third, fourth, he's wired. Fifth and beyond, he's absolutely fried. You could almost swear you could see steam rising in a heart shaped halo above his head.
You need to call this man's name several times to pull him back to reality. He's so cute. So handsome.
It becomes a yearly habit, then. In every color that makes him think of you. He loves your kisses, loves seeing those lovely lipstick marks all over him in his reflection. Your lipstick marks.
warnings/notes: saw a post in aizawa's tags i agree with. so without further ado; it gets SPICY at the end w dirty talk, making out, lovebites/hickeys, and its implied reader lactates. nothing explicitly NSFW ya'll get interrupted before it gets too heavy. afab reader she/her, protective MILF reader who has 'a gaggle'(to keep the amount vague + Shinsou being the eldest) of kids hanging on her, shameless & fliratious reader, reader is implied to be a she-minotuar, reader has horns she's proud of and her quirk is basically herculean strength(she can bench press her kids, no sweat) and is called as such. vaguely implied reader is also an underground hero, is at least a head taller than Endeavor(for reference!), reader hooking horns heh w Endeavor bc Shoto doesn't wanna see him, implied (one of)reader's ex(es) is in prison for beating up kids. thats it :3
"Get out of my way, woman-bovine." Endeavor growls up at you, turquoise hues ablaze. "Beat it, Endeavor. Respect the boys space." you huff down at him angrily, engaged in a battle of intimidation with the Pro; neither of you willing to stand down. "I know many trans men with bigger balls than you." you belittle him, "And every single one are not only dutiful husbands, but dutiful fathers." you jab. He snarls. "I've no damn in the world what you think you know." he strikes back, "Don't you have better things to do, such as be a mother? Perhaps a good wife? Go home. Make your husband dinner." his words making your blood boil.
"Oh, I'd almost forgotten. He's in Tartarus." venom drips in his words. "Yeah, I personally put that bastard there because he was a child-beater, like you." you moo with greater poison. That pisses him off a right way. His quirk flares, fire inches away from your skin, yet you hold your ground for the boy, your maternal instinct raging as you tilt your head; a silent threat to beat your horns into him, your livid gaze never leaving his.
Ever since you reached adulthood, you carried that instinct, having unofficially adopted hundreds, through your years. And to the offspring of many of them, you had become a godmother of sorts. And while your maternal instinct was strong, so too was the desire for your own children, which you have a whole gaggle of now, the majority of whom were being given a grand tour of the school you were currently visiting.
"Now beat it. Before you do something you will end up regretting, hero." you mercilessly lash at his obsession. You and him both know just how well you played the law. If he gave into his temper and gave you a reason to strip him of his career and shove him in prison, no matter how small, you would not hesitate to.
He glares daggers at you, growling under his breath. You glare back fearlessly, unblinking. Eventually, he snarls in distaste, turning on his heel and strutting away.
You squint at his back in disgust as he rounds the corner. With him gone, you're off to the training grounds, the Todoroki junior trailing behind you. As someone who worked underground, you were invited to U.A High School to impart your knowledge to the up and coming first-years, spending a day with each class.
The first one up for bid? The infamous 1-A. You read up on them ahead of time.
"The Matriarch. Quirk, herculean strength. She's taking time out of her busy schedule to teach you lot some lessons." Aizawa drones.
"Whoa, you're huge!" one of them, Kaminari, exclaims in what you recognized as awe, though he was hounded by his fellow classmates for his choice of words. "You look so cool, miss!" Kirishima exclaimed.
The class's boisterous praise had you guffawing proudly. When you said you could carry three of them on each horn and four on each arm, they were hasty in playfully goading you to prove it.
Suffice to say, they had a swell time using you as a jungle gym, only to be flung in a playful rough housing manner to the safety mats. They each had their turn sparring with you, and you pointed out their weak points and gave advice on how to better deal with villains who had a strength-based quirk.
You expertly wore the teens down, who were settled on the mats, conversing with eachother while you gave Aizawa a rundown on what might be improved and where for each of his students.
"Miss Matriarch!" one of them calls, "What would you do in a fight against our teacher?!" the rest enthusiastically uproaring in unison, begging you to have a bout with him. Poor man sighs in exhaustion;
"Now, class, she's only here to--"
You don't miss a beat, seeing the chance to tease him for his staring earlier.
"Sure thing, no problem!" you exclaim over him, flexing your jacked arm with your signature grin. "How about it, Eraser?" you ask, bending to the taciturn man's level with a hand on your hip, giving him an eye full of your bountiful cleavage.
His eyes twitch up from what you shamelessly showed him to your gaze flatly, and a telltale twitch of his jaw; a barely-there reaction, one you do not fail to pick up on. He had a pretty good poker face, but not good enough to trick your observational skills.
"Who says an old dog can't be taught new tricks? Bull, if you ask me." you grin widely. Your words are followed by his students pleading for at least one round.
You recognize the look he gave the enthusiastic teens as you stand straight, as well as any other parent worth their salt; the look of a father not quite able to say no to his kids.
He sighs, then; a sound you recognize as affectionate, yet it may come off as annoyed to oblivious kids. "Fine. One round. One." he says, leaving no room for argument, the teenagers erupting in cheer.
You expected him to be agile considering his line of work, but oh boy, was he flexible both physically and mentally. You knew what his quirk was, and that you wouldn't amount to much with it active against you, your quirk disabled and your strength aptitude reduced by 70%.
Considering your physical routine, that'd be one kid on each horn and two on each arm, the latter depending on their overall weight. Thus, you were confident you could brute force your way through his capture weapon, depending on the moment of and how he'd get you, only if you can react quick enough.
He took each distraction you threw his way in stride, using your physical momentum against you. He didn't let you get within five feet near him more than once.
The first time you diverted his capture attempt. The second time you tried engaging in close combat, he'd sent a kick on your lower back, noting your tendency to keep your legs firm, throwing your gait off.
And just like that, in the moment of your stumble, he went for the opening; binding one of your horns and strongarming you down onto one knee, his capture weapon restraining your arms and whole torso firmly, the jerking pressure causing your ample chest to gush; something that you were prone to, your custom undersuit acting as a thirsty sponge for accidents like this, preventing it from seeping into your outerwear and causing a scene.
Damn, that was hot. You did appreciate a little manhandling, sometimes.
The teens erupt in cheer, and you laugh as the binds loosen. "Good fight, Eraserhead! Color me impressed." you praise, standing, as eager students quickly surround you. They ask questions, seek advice, and you answer to the best of your ability.
You feel his eyes on you again, and it's not long before the bell rings. "Go on now, time for lunch." you shoo the hungry teenagers towards the way of the cafeteria, met with a boisterous variety of happy to meet you's, thanks, and farewells as they rush off.
You wave until the last of them exit the gym. "Hey, Eraser." you call impishly, looking over your shoulder. "How about we steal away time to ourselves, hm?" you offer flirtatiously, sauntering up to him. "Shameless." he huffs, amused.
You giggle, bending to his height, checking him out. "Says the man who's been ogling me all day. What, thinkin' about putting your babies in me?" you whisper in his ear, feeling him up. He chuckles; it's a deep, hot, breathless sound.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he teases you back, tugging your collar. "Oh, I'd love to, handsome." you reply coyly. Anything between that and relocating to a more discreet area nearby is a haze, nothing on your mind except him.
Him, propped on one of your thick thighs, his back and your knee pressed firmly against the wall to make up for the massive difference in height, all but shoving your long, smooth tongue down his throat. Cheeky bastard was asking for it, holding onto your horns in an attempt to keep his hands to himself.
Your hands held onto his thigh and hip. You pull away, leaving him panting. "So pretty." he moans, deep and sexy, gasping when you dive for his neck, "Fuck, 'm sensitive there--" pushing your thumb into his mouth.
You suckle, lick, nip; leaving hickeys behind. A few in, you hear the distant footsteps of your eldest approaching, as he tugs your shirt with urgency. "Wait, someone's-" "Yeah." you grin, giving him a quick peck before easing him back down onto his feet.
He exhales, turning his back to the door to take a moment to regain composure. One of your younger children barges right in, followed by the rest of them. "Mama, tour's over! U.A is sooo biig!" they exclaim in awe. "Is it, now?" you grin widely.
Your eldest comes in last, an absolute carbon copy of his late father, his face glued to the phone, your youngest propped on his hip. He glances up over the rest of the gaggle he's tasked with helping take care of and watch over, to you, then to your next conquest.
"Mom." he lowers his phone, incredulous. "Again? And with him?" he starts off in disbelief. "Whatever do you mean, Shin?" you brush it off, messing his hair with your palm, to which the teenager, like teenagers do, curls his lip and weakly swats you away. "You're my son. You'll understand when you're older." you tell him confidently.
As the youngers start to complain about being hungry, you glance over your shoulder to Aizawa. "My number's already on file. Call me." you tell him. "Mom." your eldest starts to protest, the youngers debating what they wanted to eat. "Poor baby." you coo at him, ushering the gaggle out. "It's you who wanted, and I quote," "MOM--" "One. Hundred. Siblings!" you exclaim dramatically and he groans in annoyance as you bring up that memory-something that, much to his embarrassment, you'll never stop teasing him with.
But you had a motherly inkling Shinsou is similar to how you were in your youth, instincts still in development-the desire leaning on siblings instead of babies. Or, in Shinsou’s case, what would be your grandbabies. Though it was far too soon for that.
Speaking of babies, you idly wondered how Shota's would come out.
warnings/notes: in which Tamaki is the biological father of one scheming littol daughter 🥺 she's on the quiet side like her dad, but she is a genius little mastermind, and he never knows what she's planning behind that sweet smile of hers lmfao told mostly in reader's POV! sfw, gets somewhat suggestive at the end.
All purple like this contains some added tidbits the reader is rather oblivious to/cuteness for the giggles!
Otherwise, it's for flavor.
P/N means parent name aka Mom, Dad, Parent, etc. to keep it gn and i've decided to write this in a different pattern than usual! I'm taking inspiration from a game from a certain childcare webtoon I am in love with.
ages ago i talked bout DILFs and their daughters trying to hook their dads up with babysitter reader w one of my lovely moots n this came to be 🙏 may or may not write this premise for other guys(definitely Dadzawa n Toshi 🥺👉👈)
Chouka Amajiki.
She was a sweet little angel. A lover of butterflies, just like her father, and avid collector of floral patterns, most of her wardrobe containing flowers she knew the meanings and scientific names of, courtesy of her father.
The flowery butterfly princess, as she so called herself, much similar to her namesake, was on the quiet side like her father. You know the saying, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree? This applies to Mr. Amajiki, being the tree, and Chouka, his daughter, being the apple.
They were very similar in a lot of ways, yet while Chouka was on the introverted side, she was highly adventurous and quite charismatic for her age.
And you? You had the honor of being her full-time babysitter, because the moment her full attention landed on you...suffice to say, she clung and would not let go. Poor Mr. Amajiki had a time of it until a happy medium for all three parties was reached, followed by profuse apologies from him.
The reason why she latched onto you at the hip? You didn't know this, but she saw you interacting with her father, who reacted rather suspiciously like the princes do in fairytales around you. So her little mind connected the dots, and after some sneaky probing, she found out her dad has a crush on you, and the feeling was mutual from what she saw of you. From that moment on, she made it her goal to get you two together, no matter the cost! Daddy did like to spoil his little girl, after all. And she'd be so happy to have a P/N.
You were more than happy to take care of her while he was out on his job, having already been unofficially put in charge of gaggles of kids that belonged to his sidekicks and staff members at his main building.
You were happy to play games with her and let her apply makeup to your face-which she was quite good at, much to your surprise. This went on for a good few months, and she had quite the inventive little imagination.
One day, she wanted to play a new game she had made up, with rules and all, just before bedtime.
"Dad's the octopus," she says, handing him the container full of cards depicting a cartoony mollusc. "Y/N's the butterfly, and I'm the flower!" she hands you your container, proudly holding up hers.
"Daaad, I said, no peeking." she complains to her father, who's curiosity won over. He chuckles sheepishly, reclosing the container. "Won't peek again, I promise." he smiles to her. In turn, she puffs out her cheeks cutely, squinting at him suspiciously. "The rules are..." she draws out, before turning to you, opening her canister. All of them were facing down, to add an element of surprise.
"We each gotta take turns, being the chooser! Like this, Y/N, pick a card from mine! Only one, only one!" she holds out her canister with childlike glee. You take your pick, pulling out the top card which shows a glittery heart sticker on the cartoony flower's forehead. "Lemme see!" she makes grabby hands, 'oooo'ing when she sees it.
"And then, the chooser turns into the smoocher." she points to her forehead, pointedly ignoring her dad's soft noise of apprehension.
You, ignorant to her scheme, thought her game was cute. Even more so when she pouted, offering to 'give smooches' in his and yours stead when her father expressed his hesitation to go along. Eventually, though, she managed to talk you into going along with it, because it's just an innocent game, after all, right? Except it wasn't, and her father immediately pieced together her shenanigans when he pulled the last card from your container, having already long since promised and swore up and down that he'd at least give the final smooch, all on his honor.
"Princess, I--" he all but chokes, feeling lightheaded as his whole face lights up like a Christmas light, down his shoulders and up his pointed ears.
"No!" she immediately puts her foot down, "You promised!" tears starting to well up in her eyes signaling an incoming tantrum only a child her age could have.
And your first response was to pacify her-if she got too worked up tonight, she'd never go to bed. There'd be hours of crying and screaming, and poor Mr. Amajiki didn't need to suffer that if it was avoidable.
"What is it?" you began, reaching out for the card. It couldn't be that bad, right?
He hesitantly hands you the card, and you flip it over. A kiss on the corner of the lips.
It wasn't too far-fetched, considering she'd been easing you and her dad into goodbye and good night kisses-mostly with her. She had to get you comfortable with it, unbeknownst to you, but her father proved to be a tough cookie, much to her chagrin.
"Oh..." you sound, cheeks heating up. Your heart patters, and you try not to get your hopes up, instead trying to focus on averting the incoming crisis of Chouka's meltdown.
"It's not...too bad. If...it's not too uncomfortable," you struggle to find words, "Maybe...think of it as a good-night kiss...?" you offer, unable to keep disappointment from seeping into your tone slightly, feeling utterly lame, trying to keep your eyes focused anywhere except for on him.
It's so his daughter doesn't have a conniption fit, you tell yourself a few times.
"Yeah!" Chouka cheers.
Definitely not because you'd like to be kissed by him, you tell yourself. To make his daughter happy, so she doesn't throw--
Your thoughts turn into a trainwreck, when you see him lean in from your peripheral, and they come to a screeching halt when you turn your head just enough in surprise that his lips full-on meet yours.
You hear Chouka clapping and giggling as you hurry to once more avert your gaze from him, barely managing to even register what she says as she bolts off; "Yay! Okay, goodnight Daddy, goodnight Y/N! I'll tuck myself in tonight!"
The few moments that pass seem like an eternity. You had to apologize, you turned your head on accident, you reason. You gape like a freaking goldfish, "S-sorry, Mr. Amajiki, I--" you lose any courage as quickly as you got it when you look up at him.
"Tamaki."
When did he get so close?
"Tamaki..." his name softly escapes you. He smiles, tilting his head, and he leans in, placing a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away. His slightly flushed features, his mesmerizing deep indigos, his closeness, his scent. It was all quickly becoming too much.
"T'ma..." you hum softly. His handsome deep chuckle is music to your ears, the pointed tips of his own twitching receptively. "Yes, butterfly?" he asks.
It’s in that moment you knew he knew about your little crush on him.Before you could even ask, utterly mortified, he's your boss for fuck's sake, you hear him chuckle again. "Well..." he huffs softly, "Couldn't exactly be anymore obvious." he points out.
Now it's your turn to light up like a Christmas light. Next thing, you’re trying to cover your face with your hands, wondering just how long he knew. But his hands loosely curl around yours, coaxingly. “C’mon, lemme see…?” he asks gently, and you let him. “Oh, butterfly…” he sighs, his deep voice husky, sexy, and undeniably lovestruck. “You’re making it harder to look away, tonight…” he whispers, leaning in to gently press his forehead against yours.
“Do you wanna…?” he trails off suggestively. “Yeah…” a soft affirmation escapes you. His features contort into a handsome smile as he tilts his head to place another kiss of your lips. “Good.” you hear him say.
