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Steam curls over the mug. Pressing itself against your features in a delicate embrace; filling your lungs with that one, indelible sense of peace.
"Welcome, weary traveler," the chair is already pulled for you. A plate of snacks promising sweet, sweet respite against your tongue. "Come with me. We have quite the collection to go through today."
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Reader’s gender and age isn’t stated but reader is older than Tanjiro and Nezuko, thinking about 18 years old
Dynamic with the siblings
They adore you, absolutely worships the ground you walk on
Remember Tanjiro’s Mr. Giyuu? That’s both of them with you
They’re your little ducklings 🥰
Both of them are relatively clingy, but Nezuko is definitely more open about it than Tanjiro
You absolutely have to force him to relax and rest, especially when he bends over backwards to help everyone
Both of them like to sneak into your bed and lay there with you, just like they did before Muzan came
They’re your #1 supporters for life
Nezuko loves to turn into her toddler form and just be held by you
Tanjiro just holds your hand a lot, still remembering that he’s a child too. He can take a break
Dynamic with Kamaboko squad + Kanao and Genya
Sooo you’re the squads’ big sibling
You have to deal with their shenanigans that may or may not get a normal person killed
But good thing none of you are normal people
Inosuke wants to fight you for “leader”
Zenitsu begs you to tell him everything about Nezuko when she was a child
Genya gets so flustered around you and tries to push you away, but you really remind him of ‘Nemi before everything happened so he won’t fight back for long
Kanao was definitely the one to recognize the older sibling affection you have and silently asks for it like a puppy just begging with wide eyes
Dynamics with hashira
Mitsuri absolutely eats up all of the older sibling affection, she’s the eldest sibling herself but she wouldn’t mind experiencing being the younger sibling for a change
Shinobu really gets taken back to a time where Kanae was alive, it’s bittersweet for her but will never ask you to stop
Big brother giyuu finally gets a break.. wrong. He gets adopted into the sibling dynamics. He has no say
Obanai most likely doesn’t like you at all, but since you’re older he does tolerate you
Muichiro is adopted. Not by your choice. By his.
Kyojuro honestly asks you to watch over his younger brother for a bit since he certainly doesn’t want him alone in the house with his father
Gyomei is just very happy to be in the presence of a pure and loving sibling relationship from both sides
Tengen insists for you to be his student since your younger brother and his friends are so impressive
Sanemi mellows down with you, it’s honestly kinda scary but you make him nostalgic for a time before
Taisho era secret:
I heard that Muzan screamed when he saw you because he thought you were the first user of sun breathing
Thinking about Sylus who loves a particular kind of gentle skinship: pressing his nose on your skin.
Waiting in line for your sudden milk tea craving and he’s behind you nosing into your hair (he claims it makes the waiting better)
You’re preparing some food on the counter and he’s there behind you pressing his nose on your shoulders as he watches your hands move
You just wanna feed him some fries but he’s grabbing your wrist to press his nose there then playfully nip the side of your thumb instead of the fries
When he’s in a bad mood, just holding you and pressing his nose on your chest and he’s instantly cooled down
You wear an off-shoulder top and you bet he’s gonna be perching his nose there as if he’s Mephisto
Or nuzzling into the crook of your neck when he wants a cuddle
Or catching you right after a shower and he’s running his nose down your arm and giving little pecks
Maybe it’s the feel of your skin, maybe it’s your scent he wants to inhale all the time
Maybe it’s his dragon’s way of showing affection
You’re lying down on one side relaxing and he’d playfully rub his nose on your waist to tickle you and hear you laugh
And when your scent changes he knows you’re ovulating, it’s sweeter he says, with that hungry look in his eyes, because his very favorite place to bury his nose in is—
Wait am i ovulating? (ignores my empty period tracking app, opens Lads instead to consult his notes)
Red eyes scoped you, "for what?" he said, the eye brow raise audible at this point.
"Nothing, what if I just want them to be my hench men."
He paused, white strands of hair swaying swinging softly in the AC air. "I was under the impression," he tilted his head, "they were already your personal henchmen."
It was your turn to emote — a pouted lip, only for jokes, and furrowed eyebrows, "No, you are my henchman. They just follow you around."
There was a long pause, the room tone overtaking comfortable silence. Then, something many viewed as a miracle happened. Sylus, leader of the Onychinus, laughed. Not for tease, nor for sarcasm. A true laugh. One that shook his shoulders and reverberated through his chest.
"Then you wouldn't need them, you have me."
Somehow, Sylus had accepted his fate as your eternal henchman. Not like he'd personally complained, he was yours from the beginning.
A/N: Tending to the grandmaster's wounds churns new desires in your hearts. Varka x reader.
For the nth time this month, you find yourself with your fingers pressing against damaged skin.
Viscous blood clings to the gauze in thick droplets, the abundance of it only making your brows knit further than they already were.
"You need to be less reckless in battle, grandmaster," you knew it was probably out of place for you to say this.
Unsolicited advice from a mere medic on the expedition. Your experience in combat went little beyond basic self-defense. But you knew injuries.
And you knew that the grandmaster of the knights of favonius had quite the knack for accumulating the nastiest ones.
Varka's boisterous laugh booms in his tent, enough to wake up the whole camp if they weren't completely knocked out from scaling perilous terrains earlier in the day.
A frostnight scion had spawned out of thin air, targetting the younger recruits in the back of the formation, and he wasted no time to place himself between the beast and his men.
Disregarding the fact that human flesh was not armor.
His black undershirt lays discarded on the floor—a pretense of giving you room to work despite his injuries being confined to his arms.
You don't complain.
"You call it recklessness..." his voice has a little rasp to it, heavy with fatigue engendered by months in the wild—an aura that dances between comforting warmth and an unmistakeable grit. It wraps around you and fills the space.
Just like everything about him.
"I call it valiance. I wouldn't be grandmaster of the knights of favonious if I was afraid of a little scratch here and there."
"Hopefully next time the 'little scratch' isn't you getting the entire arm ripped clean off." You respond with a shake of your head, eyes locked on the injury along his arm. Trying your hardest to focus on the final steps of the bandage, but also becoming acutely aware of the way his biceps strained against your touch, firm and defined in a way that made your heart tremble.
Everything about the man was worthy of attention. Attention that you generally schooled yourself into giving other things in his presence. Attention that now, in the absence of any distractions, had but a sole subject.
And just then, as if sensing the slightest shift in your demeanor, Varka leans in, allowing his shadow to fall over you.
His eyes lock in on your face.
The intensity behind them burns through icicles, searing enough it makes you want to avert your gaze.
But you hold his.
A challenge.
An attachment.
A slow smile pulls over Varka's lips, his body leaning in even more until you can almost feel the warmth radiating through him. Just a little closer, and he would probably hear your heart hammering against your ribcage.
"Regardless of what happens you'll always be here to patch me up, yeah?" your hands freeze around the bandage on his arm, no longer able to retain a semblance of focus. And he takes the opportunity to wrap deft fingers around them, bringing them to his lips with charm that threatens to throw you into a stupor. "Won't you, _____?"
Varka. Grandmaster of the knights of favonius. Knight of Boreas. The man who presently laid claim upon your heart; kicking the door down with unmitigated confidence and taken a seat like he belonged.
And you, enthralled by the force of nature that he was, let him.
How could anyone resist?
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I'm slowly getting back into playing genshin and I am thoroughly obsessed with Varka and his model! We need more male characters with his build.
Imagine you're diluc's girlfriend. One night, you guys had some fun in your shared apartment, drinking (except for him), and doing some karaoke. Then out of nowhere, while he was searching for a song to sing because it his turn—sway by michael buble pops up you begged him to sing it because you saw in every videos tht diluc's fangirls posted, he sounded like michael buble in his song "sway". You practically pleaded to sing it for you, eventually he gave up and he started singing. Suddenly, in the chorus of the song, he stood up and held out a hand to you, gesturing you to stand up and dance with him. You did—immediately. He position his hand to your waist and your hands gently carresing his neck to his shoulder out of intoxication. You danced with him throughout the song —you had the best time ever.
THANK YOU SO MUCHH AUTHOR
A/N: Hey there! Thank you so much for your request, this was such a sweet idea! It was interesting writing Diluc in a more modern au, so I hope I did this justice(❁´◡`❁)
Content: Diluc x female reader, established relationship, toothrotting fluff.
"UNO!" You slam your cards on the coffee table, not even waiting for Diluc to react before you're up for a celebratory dance. "Take that!" Your moves and the smooth jazz playing from your home's sound system share not an ounce of syncronicity, but who is going to stop you?
Still sat on the floor and in front of your messy pile of technicolor cards, Diluc only manages a shake of his head.
"We've already gone over this, sweetheart. You can't stack a plus 2 on top of a plus 4 card." The admonishment is gentle, his voice taking on that soft sterness that had become characteristic of the man.
"That's not how I play uno, nuh-uh," you stumble back to his level, brow lifted in defiance.
"These are the actual rules from the creators of the game," he emphasizes.
"And I say they can shove their rules right up their asses." You tip back the remainder of your wine glass, clearing the crimson liquid in a single swoop before slamming it down with enough effort to crack the delicate container. "I used my own money to buy it, so I can play whichever way I decide to."
He doesn't have the heart to remind you that he was the one who had purchased the game. "Whatever you say, doll. Let's get this away from your first..." his fingers slip in between yours, gently prying the stem of the wine glass away from your hands before resting it on the coffee table nearby.
Safe from your inebriated clumsiness.
"Hey—" you've only just begun to protest, but find yourself shut up by the most heavenly of feelings.
Diluc's lips on yours, dragging on languidly, as if the two of you had all the time in the world. Your eyes slowly come to a close, body going lax against his while his hand came up to your jaw, tilting your head back in a way that gave him more access.
Your lips part without him needing to ask. A quiet invitation into your warmth, which he eagerly takes, tasting you and the wine on your tongue.
When he pulls away, you feel your head spinning from a different kind of intoxication.
"You drank way too much," he comments, brushing a delicate thumb against your bottom lip.
"And still managed to beat your sorry ass," you slur out, eyes half-lidded and a fire lit deep within you. He only rolls his eyes, letting another chuckle flit past his lips. "Aaaaaaaaand remember, you still owe me my prize."
He straightens then, crimson eyes fixed on you in that easy way that was his.
"Alright, Ms. cheater, what to you want me to give you?"
A wave of possibilities flood your mind; the most outrageous of things you could get your usually stoic boyfriend to do pulling at your attention. But just then, the ballad from Ella Fitzegarld that had been lulling the both of you draws to an end, a familiar, most enticing melody resounds in your shared living room.
"Sing for me!" You announce triumphantly, handing him the remote control in guise of a microphone.
Diluc raises an amused brow in response, lips pulling into an incredulous smile. "Here you go again..."
"Pleaseeeeeee," you're holding onto his collar now, throwing yourself at his chest. His hands have to come up to your waist to steady your body, which presses into him in all the right ways. "Everyone says you sound like the guy, so just sing one verse? For me?"
You give him the biggest puppy eyes in the whole universe and he cracks. God, he was always so weak for you. Only for you.
"You spend way too much time on my fanpages," he finally acquiesces, and you scramble off of him, excitement bubbling off of you and sending you bouncing on the balls of your feet.
"Sir, I run your biggest fanpages," you correct with a firm finger, them nudge the remote towards him after rewinding the song all the way back to the beginning. "Alright pretty boy! Make me sway!"
When marimba rhythm starts to play~
His voice is like velvet over soft skin; like silk thread in a golden tapestry. Smooth and altogether brilliant. Breath-taking in a way that has you, the one who knew him most intimately, left feeling utterly starstruck.
Dilus is bashful beneath your gaze, his cheeks warming to a delicate pink that only make him look more inviting,
Every lyric is sung to you. For you. His eyes solely drawn to your skin with every lyric he croons out.
I can hear the sounds of violins, long before it begins~
He flashes you a smile when you start twirling around him. Mirthful. Easy. So different from the stoic air life has forced on him. An aspect of the man that only you gets to savor in moments like these.
Right when the instrumental break begins, while the sound of brass instruments fill into the rhythm of the song, he extends a hand toward you, fingers curled in the most inviting of gestures.
"Care to sway with me, madam?" The playfulness of the moment pulls a giggle out of you. You waste no time before intwining your digits.
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease~
You sing the rest of the lyrics together, your voice no longer chasing perfection, only his—soft and breathless as it folds into the warmth of his melody. The harmony lives less in sound and more in the way your hearts seem to beat in time.
His hand finds your waist, steady and reverent, while your fingers drift along the curve of his neck and the breadth of his shoulders. You slip your hand into his hair, threading your fingers through the silken strands, and he closes his eyes as though savoring something sacred.
The final note fades between you, and the silence that follows is broken only by a kiss—slow, aching, and burning with restrained passion. When he finally pulls away, it is only enough to bury his face in the crook of your neck, holding you as though he could keep the moment from slipping away.
"Sway with me. Stay with me."
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I really hope this did your request justice! I actually love jazz music and the song sway, so this was a fun write! lmk what you thought.
── Running through the parking lot (he chased me and he wouldn't stop) ♡‧₊ ⸝⸝
.✦ JJK Men as archetypes of Toxic Partners ˎˊ˗
♡.ᐟ Characters: Kento, Satoru, Suguru, Sukuna
☽☾ Fem. Reader intended ☽☾ dark ☽☾ toxicity and toxic relationships ☽☾ emotional abuse ☽☾ talks of toxic relationships, depression, gaslighting, isolation, violence ☽☾ a little graphic in imagery ☽☾
𝒦ento — Isolation
One thing that you had known from the moment was that, 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑶 was a lover, through and through. In sickness and in health, till death do you part — he had always stuck out, through ups and downs, Kento, your darling husband, had always been there to help you.
Especially because you could physically not handle life in hard mode on your own. Very much so the way he loved to remind you, for your own good and safety!
You didn’t need to lift a finger, in fact, so tender he was with you.
Morning; breakfast would be done the minute you woke up to your lover’s addictive kisses, right before he would leave for work. And so blessed were you that you had no chore whatsoever to deal with throughout the day. No work, either. How gracious was Kento to have you quit your corporate nightmarish job. In his dulcet tones that you still somehow remembered, “What is the point of an executive position if it leaves you so worn out, darling? Aren’t I — your husband — the only one who is supposed to have you stumbling with exhaustion into my arms, right, my love?”
Well, what was there to argue about it? He was right, as usual. Like always, a perpetual fact of life whatever he would utter.
So you left the lifestyle that put you in the zenith of Tokyo’s business empire and deposited it all to your sister to settle down in the domesticity of your darling’s suburban haven.
The villa was straight out of your dream Pinterest board, furnished with hardwood furniture and ornate chandeliers. One could mistake it for a royal getaway, but nope, it was all your husband’s hard work.
So, yes, the place was sprawling, if not a little isolating.
The closest grocery run was at least a forty five minute drive from your home. Good thing your husband had all those mundane worries covered, no?
When Kento had promised that as his wife you wouldn’t have to lift a finger, he meant every single syllable of said promise. You literally did not have to lift a finger. Groceries would be stocked before you could even tell him that you were running out on something. As a result, you never needed to drive out of the villa to get anything. Which was also a good thing because your driver’s license had gone missing. Struggles of being so far away from the urban square also carried into communication. It was a very strange occurrence of your wifi and Internet signal being so dodgy the minute Kento’s car would leave the premises. Your sister had been attempting to call you for a while now, but alas, weird signals, right?
You’d just have to wait for your husband to get it repaired. But until then, you were content letting your darling handle things that you once did with finesse.
It was just Kento’s love, after all.
𝒮atoru — Belittling
Christened with epithets of grandeur, there wasn’t much 𝑺𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑼 needed to keep you tethered to him. Much like in the eyes of masses, you too, were a subdued subordinate beneath his titular role.
The Honoured One.
Who were you to deny him that royalty?
Decked with all the more importance and strength, overlooking his thinly veiled condescension, Satoru only ever needed to throw a careless jab at you here and there to make you wither. Funny thing was, you didn’t assume it was a jab. You never did, and that was what made it half the fun for him.
Nausea and self-apprehension ruminated in your gut at every argument — wait. Argument? No, no. Not arguments. Satoru liked to call them mild disagreements. Lover’s spat, if you will. And well… who were you to disagree with The Strongest?
Every human error, he was there, chastising you gently, telling you how you should be ‘above making mistakes’, what with you being the strongest sorcerer’s fiancée. If those words stung, he was again, always there to soothe the burn with the assurance that those tasks were ‘beneath’ you anyway. Shouldn’t you be simply dolled to the nines for his viewing pleasure all the time he had his Six Eyes on you?
Satoru always had a better sense or improvements to tweak your ideas. It was constant, the way he pointed out a shortcoming. Never exaggerated, of course — except sometimes, when he would throw the mistake of days ago in your face at a random disagreement, pushing you into a self-deprecating loop.
He loved you, he truly did… it’s just, you felt quite a lot like a fool in front of him.
But then again, he did warn you at the beginning of your blooming relationship. He had a role to play, a featured character in the play of life, and you were indeed the background prop for him to shine over.
He had experiences that you did not, expertise over things you couldn’t fathom, and he never failed to make you understand that. Berate you because you just couldn’t stop making mistakes? Yes, but it was all out of love, surely you knew that.
Sometimes you felt like you were the dying echo in your relationship. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? Satoru loved you so, so much.
𝒮uguru — Gaslighting
There was a special feeling in ‘empaths’ such as you. To understand people to an extent that they themselves never did. That is exactly why you sympathised with 𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑼’s micromanagement.
People would argue that the quick correction he would make to your recollection of events weren’t ’micromanaging’, rather, gaslighting. It was best he never caught you entertaining that line of thought in front of him. He hated that word.
Why wouldn’t he? It made him look like some sort of monster in the relationship when he was anything but so. He just liked to be correct about things — and he was! He would fix your perception at the first instance of error. He was just… careful about things like these. It also didn’t help that you were forgetful, and he had to remind you of how things happened. The order, the tone, the delivery, the message that you probably didn’t understand because of how socially inept you were. Yep, it was a good thing Suguru was here.
How else would you have known that your friends were talking shit about you behind your back if Suguru hadn’t contacted your best friend’s ex boyfriend? Luckily, he convinced you that you were above those toxicity and it was time to end that friendship. Shoko had been with you in your hard times? Well, so was Suguru. You didn’t need your best friend like you needed Suguru. After all, you would be marrying him, and not her.
Your fights were pretty much one sided, how could they not if your lover was right all the time. You always remembered the details of the arguments wrong, missing what he was trying to say, even though you were a little certain that it had definitely gone in a different manner…
New day, new you, or whatever the saying goes.
Each day, you were a new person, improving like Suguru’s sophisticated standards and you were happy, so very happy. You had your precious’s love and were away from the evils of the world, you were the happiest, in fact.
𝒮ukuna — Assassination
Are we deadass??? You’re actually wondering why 𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑨 would be a toxic boyfriend???
Girl you upset him and you’ll be Buzzfeed Unsolved. Run.
Guys I've just spent hours re-organizing and updating my masterlist, and it is genuinely insane to go through the number of works I've published here even just in the past 6 months. How do I even find time to write all of this??
All this to say thank you all so much for putting up with my inconsistent schedule and for enjoying what I put out. It really, really means the world to me
Being in the demon slayer corps was never an uneventful job. But sometimes, the feeling of needing home overcame everything. Not just the place, but the person.
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Rengoku Kyojuro
Drabbles/One-shots
Pro-athlete Kyojuro (୨୧)
A short series of thoughts about Rengoku as an athlete.
Series
CRIMSON BLOSSOM (ongoing) (୨୧, ᗒᗕ, 𖦹)
Intro, In Bloom...
Saved by a mysterious man. Wait no- vampire!? Kyojuro seems to vanish from your life as soon as he appears. But are spare chance encounters enough to knot your fates together?
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Himejima Gyomei
Drabbles/One-shots
STEADY (୨୧, 𖦹)
Solid as a rock, Gyomei will always be there to support you even when your own body feels too heavy for you.
Attached (୨୧)
Taking care of the giant was no easy feat, but that did not mean you wouldn't try your very best
You like me that much? (୨୧)
Gyomei being taken aback by the forwardness of your affections.
Things could crumble in just a moment, but what ever is left in the aftermath?
Losing their baby (𖦹)
Powerless before their worst nightmare. How do they handle it?
To grow old together (୨୧)
Defying fate and allowing your love to bloom into its full maturity. What does that even look like?
Awaken, my love (୨୧, 𖦹)
Bound in the endless cycle of reincarnation, the boys have to grapple with your newest breath of life.
Series
SINGULAR (ongoing)
Prologue, Act I
The world was designed in the most perfect of ways. Each one a station. Every living being its task. But there is nothing more tempting than chaos within peace. Nothing more seductive than love within bleakness...
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Zayne
Drabbles/One-shots
Fears (୨୧, 𖦹)
You think Zayne's biggest fear is you getting hurt. But the truth is far more heartbreaking.
Saccharine (୨୧)
Sugar has always been Zayne's weakness. But one particular incident shows you that maybe, you could use it to your advantage...
Kisses (୨୧, ᗒᗕ)
All his sweet, touch-starved self wanted was your lips on his.
Ease (୨୧)
Life with Zayne was so very easy. And you wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.
Snowfall (୨୧, 𖦹)
The snow had a way of making us forget. Making us spiral under its heavy, frigid slates. However, not even the most arduous of days could keep Zayne away from you.
Needs (ᗒᗕ)
Desire ignites into blazing embers of passion. Unrestrained by shame and doubt. Singeing the flesh where bodies meet.
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Sylus
Drabbles/One-shots
Passenger Princess (୨୧, ᗒᗕ)
"Sit back and relax, sweetie."
Private Session (୨୧)
Sylus was used to winning your personal boxing sparring. But pushing you to your wits ends has its consequences.
Intense (୨୧)
His love for you is an all consuming inferno and a warm hearth all at once. To devour and to be devoured. To burn and glow in each others' embrace.
Ragebaiting (୨୧, ᗒᗕ)
It was just SO easy with you, so how ever could your lover resist?
Hunger (ᗒᗕ)
Devour you. Such was the depth of want that simmered within the ancient vampire's being. Devour him. Such was the desire that set your heart ablaze.
Attention (୨୧)
Losing your affection to a pesky bird? Sylus would rather jump off a bridge than call quits on this battle.
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Caleb
Drabbles/One-shots
Airplane Mode (୨୧, ᗒᗕ)
Caleb and his beautiful mind try to string together coherent thoughts and all you hear is blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff...
Warmth (୨୧, 𖦹)
Life had always been unfair to you and Caleb, pulling you apart and molding you into unrecognizable shapes. Did any good really come from trying to fight this destiny? Was a warm touch truly worth it?
Indulgent scheme (୨୧, ᗒᗕ)
How to stay focused on the meal when the chef himself promises far more delight...
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Xavier
Drabbles/One-shots
Suprises (୨୧, ᗒᗕ)
Sharp teeth hiding beneath a ball of fluff; Xavier truly is full of surprises.
Pitter-patter (୨୧)
Rainy days but warm embraces. There was nothing on earth that would make Xavier let go of your hand.
Guardian angel (୨୧)
You can always count on Xavier to smooth away the obstacles of your life; there's no need to even ask...
Where all the eons of accumulated knowledge seem meaningless, and Zhongli realizes you're all he ever wants to know.
Care (୨୧)
Zhongli firmly believes that love is an enduring contract. Nothing can ever stand in the way of him giving his all for you.
Pookie (୨୧)
Strange habits and even stranger nicknames. Humans certainly did not run out of ideas. But the Geo archon truly didn't mind, especially when it came to you.
Ensemble (୨୧)
Always by each others' side, your love is even more radiant than fire itself.
Twilight tides (୨୧, ᗒᗕ)
Dancing so close to danger has never felt this alluring. This... bewitching. What is love when demanded of us by a diety?
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Diluc
Drabbles/One-shots
Underserving(𖦹)
When the shadow of the past looms over Diluc’s present. How will your relationship be affected?
What Love feels like (୨୧, ᗒᗕ)
You have had a lot of expectations for what love was. But nothing could have prepared you for what the flame that was Diluc's love would feel like. Aka me dying on the hill that Diluc is a softie at heart.
Lone Sojourner (𖦹)
Warm breeze. Lingering sweetness. The peace of your night is broken by melancholic strings. Tugging at your heart, pulling you close.
Grump (୨୧)
A simple facade that all but crumbles beneath your velvety words. Diluc stood no chance from the beginning.
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Neuvillette
Drabbles/One-shots
Encounter (୨୧)
Uttered like a wish, like a promise. Neuvillette yearns for more with you. If only you could grant his heart's desire to be by his side, always.
How the JJK men would react to you freaking out over having a bad hair day. Them x black female reader.
How they would be with a super smart partner (୨୧)
You have a big brain and they love it hehe.
Their reaction to you paying for them (୨୧, 𖦹)
The whole spectrum of reactions...
Aftermath of a fight (୨୧, 𖦹)
Green flags, red flags and all the colors in-between. When it comes down to it, how do JJK men respond to conflict?
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Nanami Kento
Drabbles/One-shots
Tired after work (୨୧)
All Kento needs to feel at peace after a long day is being in the soothing presence of his wife.
Summer dates (୨୧)
Nanami is the most attentive to your needs, always, and nothing is ever more important than you in his eyes.
Looking into your eyes (୨୧, ᗒᗕ)
A short tale of loving gazes and touches. The eyes truly are, a window to the soul.
Autumn in love (୨୧)
Summer might be for falling in love, but autumn certainly was for staying so. Where the small things mean the most, and the flame of Kento's love keeps you warm, always.
Physical intimacy (୨୧, ᗒᗕ)
Perhaps the language of touch is the easiest to be fluent in. Perhaps your husband just needs your skin against his.
Angels (𖦹, ୨୧ )
Nanami had survived Shibuya, and nothing, not even the scars that marred his skin could keep him from your love.
Miles Away (୨୧ )
Pulled away from you because of responsibility, Kento's heart yearns so deeply for your closeness. Pick up the phone, pretty please?
Rave Babe (୨୧ )
Locked away among shoe boxes lay Kento's deepest, darkest secret. One that makes him sweat and throws you into a fit of giggles. Emo, huh? How had you never noticed?
Soul ties (𖦹, ୨୧)
Restless nights and even more restless days. Destiny sure had a funny way of doing things, bringing you to your soulmate in the most unexpected of encounters.
Love like you (𖦹, ୨୧)
When I see the way you look... I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love, like you~
Sweet Ocean Breeze (୨୧)
Kento is made for oldest daughters, and I will die on this hill.
Green Eyed Monster (୨୧, ᗒᗕ)
Jealousy was such an ugly, ugly feeling. So how does Nanami handle its blight when he sees someone acting a little too friendly around his wife.
Pretty Little Baby (୨୧)
What happens when you call your husband pretty.
Lines (୨୧)
To love is to change, and to allow yourself to be changed. To be freed from the narrow boxes our minds create, and be filled by the breadth of love we each have to offer.
Pierced (୨୧)
An impulse gesture, a reminder of your past, and Nanami simply melting in the warmth of your love.
Boss (୨୧), The boss (୨୧, ᗒᗕ)
Nanami being utterly and foolishly enamored with his superior.
Ain't no sunshine (୨୧)
Now playing: Ain't no sunshine — Bill Withers ♬⋆.˚
Use Me (୨୧)
A guiding hand upon your shoulder. An open heart ready to pour into you. There is nothing that Kento wants more than for you to let yourself use him.
Delusion (ᗒᗕ, 𖦹)
In the realm between dream and reality, lies fantasy. A plane unbound by the world's requirement for order. But perhaps too fragile to hold the weight of your yearning.
Perfect Ratio (୨୧)
Sweet treats and an even sweeter man. What human on earth could resist?
Beginnings (𖦹)
A new year is daunting in its novelty. And even more bittersweet in the page it turns. But trust, that your one and only is with you through it all.
Broken (୨୧, 𖦹)
Nanami comes home bruised and battered, and you taking care of him reveals an even deeper wound.
Meadow (୨୧)
Kento said he would never marry. But oh boy, how his resolve was starting to shake.
The throes of illness (୨୧)
Taking care of you could never be a burden, so just let him, won't you?
Project Inception (୨୧)
What is to be expected when the creation confronts creator?
Wings of fire (୨୧)
A mythical creature breaks into the realm of mortality and suddenly, he can't quite remember why he had let himself drift so far away.
Be my Valentine (Pretty please?) (୨୧)
Getting asked out by your work crush literally short-circuits your system.
Heart to heart (୨୧, 𖦹)
Quiet confessions from a scarred heart.
Crimson Cottage (୨୧)
Who would've thought that your new home came with a complementary roommate?
Duty (୨୧, 𖦹)
A knight was bound to his liege by duty. And she, vowed to break that very thing.
Series
BY THE HEARTH (completed) (୨୧, 𖦹)
Act I, Act II, Act III, Act IV, Act V, Act VI, Act VII, Act VIII, Act IX, Act X, Act XI, Act XII, Act XIII, Act XIV, Act XV, Act XVI, Act XVII, Act XVIII.
Married into a foreign kingdom, you do not know how you can find fulfilment in this new place. But perhaps, breaking down the walls your new husband has raised will prove easier than you ever thought, especially with an enthusiastic son in tow.
SAVE YOU, SAVE ME (ongoing)
Prologue, Act I, Act II, Act III, Act IV, Act V...
Getting isekai'd into the world of jjk was not on your bingo card. But presented with the opportunity to save your favorite character's life, there really is no turning back.
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Geto Suguru
Drabbles/One-shots
Witness (𖦹)
A short tale of departure and heartbreak. What would you do if you were the first one to see Suguru after his rampage?
The clock ticks (𖦹,୨୧)
Tick... tick.. tick... Cruelly passing by, the clock numbers moments between the two of you. A reality Suguru is painfully aware of.
Cookies and movies (୨୧)
In a world that threatened to swallow you with the weight of responsibility, you can count on Suguru and his soothing presence to ground you.
Reign (𖦹, ᗒᗕ)
You always knew many only saw you as a bargaining chip. Something to be traded. But if they thought you would sit and let it all happen, they were dead wrong. aka a sliver of forbidden romance between a princess and her newly ordained knight.
Wild, wild west (୨୧)
Seeking to start a new life, you find yourself in the Wild West armed with only one hope; starting a thriving business. And maybe a suave rancher is just the person to help you with that.
Flashing lights (୨୧)
A surprise encounter at a dingy house party? Maybe finding yourself surrounded by tiresome drunks wasn't so bad, afterall.
Echoes of the night (𖦹)
You were going to catch this man, even if it was the last thing you did.
Series
BIKER BOYFRIEND GETO
Your new boyfriend is a biker? (୨୧)
Dating Geto was not on your bingo card when you first met him. And now discovering he's a biker introduces even more excitement into your life.
Biker boyfriend surprises you (୨୧)
Your boyfriend picks you up from classes with promises of a surprise. What could it possibly be?
BABYSITTER (ongoing) (୨୧,𖦹)
Prologue, Episode 1 [on haitus...]
In the midst of many a trouble already, the struggle to make ends meet throws you into a tumultuous whirlwind. That is, until your desperate search for a job leads you to the door of a single father of two, with many a trouble of his own.
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Gojo Satoru
Drabbles/One-shots
Your boyfriend is loaded (୨୧)
The last thing on your mind is the wealth gap between you and your boyfriend. However, the world finds a way to remind you, and Satoru does not tire of using his money to show how much you matter to him.
Sanctuary (𖦹)
Before the whole world, Satoru is fated to play a role. To lead the never-ending masquerade of power. But even the strongest can crumble, and nothing makes him more grateful than having you in those times.
"I wanna be yours" (୨୧, 𖦹)
At least as deep as the pacific ocean, I just wanna be yours~ No one could stand in the way of Satoru getting what he wanted. Not even you and your obstinate oblivion.
Dangerous man [ft. Nanami Kento]
Mysterious encounter. Mysterious faces. Will you open your heart to the taste of danger? The men before you sure can be convincing.
Pirate! (୨୧)
Trouble at sea, trouble on land. Peace can be found nowhere for the fearsome pirate captain, but that is nothing new. Except a curious encounter with a peculiar bar maid.
In Your Hands (୨୧)
Gojo turns into a loser for you. It's not wonder he literally worships the ground you walk on when he can barely fathom how lucky he is to have you.
Sheared (୨୧)
"What's the point of being alive if I'm not beautiful?" Gojo has a Howl moment and you're there to witness it.
Study partner (୨୧, 𖦹)
Obsession with grades had always been part of your life. And when the spiraling brings you to an impasse, you have to turn to the most unlikely of people for help.
Too little, all too late (𖦹)
"I'll toast outside your wedding day
Whisper vows, I'll never say to you
'Cause it's too little, all too late" — Laufey
Bloody shoes (ᗒᗕ)
Between silent snipes and sharpened blades blossoms something too soft. Too sweet. Too dangerous.
I'm a pushy b*tch, yes I bumped him (୨୧, ᗒᗕ)
'To you, he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me...'
Series
ACTOR!GOJO
Limelight (𖦹, ୨୧)
You knew Gojo belonged in the limelight. Away from you most of the time, but you didn’t mind. That was until he lands perhaps the biggest role of his career, and suddenly the shouts of the world feel like they were enough to rip you apart.
Beyond the limelight
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Fushiguro Toji
Drabbles/One-shots
Sabotage (𖦹, ୨୧ )
Toji had never had anything good in life. And maybe it was simply because he did not deserve it.
Hockey Player (୨୧ )
A series of short thoughts on hockeyplayer!Toji having a crush on the new medic on the team
Hiii !! I just read your "MC gets critically injured" fic n I LOVE IT so I wanted to ask if u can write a continuation like how would the LIs react when they see reincarnated!MC again for the first time after so many years (sorry if this sounds complicated idk how to word it better)
AWAKEN, MY LOVE - LOVE AND DEEPSPACE
A/N: Thank you so much for loving my work and for your request, and so sorry that this took a while to write! I've been suuuuuuper busy recently. T
here are some references to how I killed MC in the aformentioned fic, so anyone can read that here for some context.
ZAYNE
It's been a particularly long day, today. A cherished patient passing away and a mountain of bureaucracy to parse through. The constant pulsing of his brain against his skull.
A sigh slips past his lips.
Zayne needed a break.
Time to dissociate from himself and from every single thing that only weighed heavier on his shoulders. Glasses are on his desk, forehead against his hands and eyes unfocused, he almost reaches the much-desired state when a high pitched sound rips him away from the moment of respite.
"Dr Zayne, we need a cardio consult in the ED," he recognizes one of the senior resident's voice coming through his work phone.
Heaving a heavier, wearier sigh, the man manages to push off the chair and heads downstairs to Asko's hospital emergency department.
A multitude of visions cloud his mind.
Pages of textbooks, radiographic images and telltale signs for classic conditions lining up in the eye of his mind. Patients with hearts blown open, metabolic imbalances severe enough to perturb natural beats, hypertrophic myocytes.
Case after case from his illustruous career align to help inform his future decision, as expected of the figure of perfection that he was.
Except, it is not a mere case he is confronted to in the large ED's triage section. Neither an immediate diagnosis nor an atypical presentation.
Zayne sees your face.
Not cold and covered in rubble like in the reality that manifested itself in his ever dream—robbing him of years worth of sleep and adding even more grey to his hair than the stress of being an overworked surgeon.
No.
You looked alive and warm.
A stark contrast from his own face that rapidly drained of color.
"Dr. Zayne, are you okay?" One of the residents slides in close to him, concern etched deep in her features.
"One moment please," he barely manages say before rushing out of the triage area where you were sat.
You too, had seen him.
Looked at him with that bleak look that made his stomach churn. Completely void of recognition.
A stranger.
It's you, there's no doubt of that. He knows that. Knows that the reason for your visit probably has to do with the protocore in your heart. Knows your medical history from front to back.
And most importantly, knows how to take care of you.
And so he anchors to that.
Pushes the mountain of questions that bombard his mind about the impossibility of your presence to the side.
You needed help.
You needed to be taken care of.
And he knew how to do that.
It takes a few moments, but he manages a swift return to the room, hands steady and heart anything but.
"_____," he calls your name, but you only stare back blankly. Not an ounce of recall behind the depth of your eyes.
Those calm horizons over which he had held himself from getting lost for so long. Too strict on himself. Too disciplined. What even had that earned him?
He pulls a chair close to examine you. You're pliant under his touch, docile in a way that makes his heart teeter.
The verdict is in.
"We're going to move you up to the in-patient Cardiology unit for some more thorough evaluations." Your brows furrow with that oh so familiar tinge of concern.
He can no longer be professional, leaning down and cradling your fingers between his.
A desperate soul clinging onto its guiding light.
"I will take care of you. Your heart is safe in my hands." And that was a definitive promise.
XAVIER
Metaflux signatures were getting more and more erratic recently. The annals of deepspace releasing its most grotesque creatures, as if to mock Xavier. Remind him of his own insignificance in the veil of doom that was the cosmos.
I devour everything.
I devoured her.
I will devour you next.
A recent incident with an abnormally powerful wanderer near an abandoned sanitorium had Xavier engaged on a new mission.
The objective was straightforward: Evaluate the potential for injured civilians who were still alive and rescue them.
Despire Jenna's recommendations, he'd chosen to go solo. No one dared to question his decision—he was too capable for anyone to try. But above all, no one wanted to reopen the wound. To remind him of the ultimate failure that was letting you die under his watch.
No, they absolutely couldn't.
Not when they watched the light that was Xavier start to dull and dim. His tired voice dragging on lifelessly through conversations. His eyes almost gray on the evenings he decided to stay awake just because he couldn't stand the absence of your scent on his sheets.
The sanitorium is an absolute mess.
Wanderers seemingly spawning in and out of reality wherever he steps. Xavier walks by more than a few dead bodies; mangled to the point of questioning their belonging to humankind.
A thorough search only reveals more death and desolation.
He's about to call quits on the entire opration when he senses it.
That specific vibration he's grown so attuned to. The very one his soul beat in tune to; his north star throughout his search across the universe.
In one of the rooms, heavily guarded by some archaic security mechanism, he finds you.
Hair adrift in the air, body suspended in weightlessness.
Heart beating.
His breathing stutters and then jumps in the most erratic of melodies. Before he can even process the lack of breath in his lungs, he dashes into the air. Shaky hands close around your body, and in a single flash, the two of you are teleported to the woods nearby.
"Starlight," his usually breathy tone trembles with the weight of tears. Thick and viscous in his throat. "My love."
You don't open your eyes, but your chest rises and falls under his steady gaze.
He does the only thing he can think of.
Presses his ear to your chest, just to hear the *thump thump* beneath it. Feel your rib cage rise and fall with quiet breaths.
Confirmation that his entire world was back in his hands.
A prayer answered from a universe he thought had long stopped listening.
CALEB
The tyrant of the farspace fleet
An absolute weapon of mass destruction.
Caleb has always been a force to be reckoned with. A behemoth of a man with a heart blazing with enough passion to level down whole nations beneath that good-natured charm of his.
Except, that force used to be able to be reasoned with. Used to listen.
But how could one be expected to listen when the one thing that gave life to all his senses was now gone? Body obliterated beneath blazing flames; robbed of the dignity of a proper death.
Taken from him.
Not even a Toring chip implanted within the deepest tissues of his brain would be enough to stop the pure rage that led his every action. Hot, white and absolutely insatiable.
Caleb tears through entire factions of EVER like they were made out of paper. Merely crumbling beneath the unstoppable force that was his grief morphed into anger.
"Caleb you're going to regret this!" Professor Lucius shrieks, dangling from a single arm over the balcony of his office, hundreds of meters off the floor.
"There's little room for regret in a monster's heart," cold violet eyes stare back into the panicked ones of the professor. "And even less in a dead man's heart."
Watching the old man's body tumble through the air and then splatter onto the ground does not phaze him. Neither guilt nor catharsis grip his heart.
Only cold, placcid emptiness.
No amount of blood could amount to the life that you were, and had given him. He knew that. But that did not mean he would tire from spilling it.
"Colonel, there's an abnormal signal coming from the deepspace tunnel," a new recruit is at the door, voice trembling from the sheer anxiety of having to talk to the colonel directly.
"Elaborate," Caleb's voice cuts through the air like a blade, sharp as ever even behind a closed door.
"Our engineers have never observed anything of the sort. It's rhythmical. Like a... Like a heartbeat."
And Caleb swears his dead heart beats once more at the sight of you.
Alight with an ethearal glow; an angel coming down to once again bless his life. He does not heed the warnings from the entire fleet. Completely ignores the caution from the researchers who could not even begin to fathom what you were.
Because Caleb knew you.
And there was nothing in the whole universe that could ever take you away from him.
"It's okay pipsqueak," the kiss that lands against your hairline is the most tender; a complete contrast to the frenzied look in his eyes. "Caleb is never going to let you go."
And trust that he's going to keep his word.
SYLUS
A deep slumber. An all encompassing darkness.
Sylus could barely draw the line between man and beast. He was a walking paradox. So what had ever managed to convince him that he could be worthy of peace? How stupid could he have been to believe that fate would smile down upon him of all beings?
Gold adorning his domain, riches beyond imagination. But his hands remained stained with a crimson almost as deep as the one glowing from his eyes.
Bathed in your blood that had been shed for his sake.
Taking the risk that was love was a fatal mistake. He'd known it the moment he had allowed his soul to be split into two and shared.
And now, his other half was forever gone.
So Sylus sank into the allure of slumber.
The dark void where he couldn't feel himself shatter into pieces. Where he couldn't be reminded of how the sin of his existence had taken yours away from this world.
Except fate would be too kind to grant him a peaceful rest.
He awakens with a choked breath, unable to process that coldness piercing through his heart until his eyes land on the blade embedded deep in chest.
And at the end of it, fingers that he trails until arms and eventually, a face come into view.
Your face.
"My soul," he chokes out, fingers firmly wrapping around your arm.
You try to jerk away, panic overcoming your features, but your strength is not enough. Especially when there is an overwhelming pull in your heart towards him; that distorted call that had brought you here to devour him.
"______," the sword falls from your hold when Sylus calls out again, rising from his bed of gold while your panic transforms into full-out fear.
You were scared of him.
And the realization that you—the one who had once been his entire world, the keeper of every tender piece of his soul—could stand before him now and not recognize the one who had loved you so completely, shattered him with a grief far crueler than anything before.
But dragons were nothing if not greedy.
And Sylus would not be an exception, his grip only tightening around you.
"You may have come here to take away my life, my little human," his thumb brushed your skin in a way that made your confused heart beat even louder. "But you have given it back to me. Even eternity is not a void deep enough to consume our bond."
His eye glows in sync with the tremor in your heart. Twin souls recognizing each other in their depths. Pieces of a whole, never to be parted again.
RAFAYEL
Existence was a never-ending cycle.
A loop that roped in life and death; love and despair in tightly coiled loops that squeezed everything out of Rafayel.
How were the tides supposed to find a direction when they lost the glow of the moon?
Every piece of art manifested from his fingers felt like a parody. A pathetic attempt at recreating that feeling that you once embodied. The peace and joy that you had breathed into him before he lost you forever.
It is with great effort that Thomas convinces him to not throw away his entire career and hold a new exhibition for the plethora of pieces that covered his studio floor.
A fresco of jet plum and raven seas against dark skies and the single, hazy light from the moon above it.
The praise he receives for the breath-taking art means nothing to Rafayel.
The smiles from the guest of the gallery seem almost mocking in his broken mind.
What kind of joy could they even find in the deepest expressions of his pain?
The night deepens, and people filter out of the gallery. And Rafayel, almost alone, finds himself before the centerpiece of the exhibition. A particularly striking depiction of stormy seas being pulled upwards towards the glowing moon, but never quite reaching it.
"She looks so lonely, up there," the voice that appears next to him makes his breath catch in his throat.
Like the alluring call of a siren. Too good to be true.
Rafayel resists the pull.
Looking would only break the illusion. Confirm that his mind was patching together a mirage to soothe his heart. So his eyes remain fixed on the painting that almost seems to move under the dancing lights.
"The sea is with her." He replies, content with pretending that the voice was real and belonged to the one who still held his heart. The one whose blood had drained into those very seas. "A slave to his mistress. Unable to move away from her."
"But isn't the moon just as much a slave to the tide?" Your tone is airy, an unexplicable yearning piercing through. "Control is in and of itself a form of servitude. She is as tied down to her servant as he is to her."
And just like the ocean rippling under the instruction of his beloved moon, Rafayel finds his eyes finally pulled to your form. Tears pooling at his lashes and blurring his vision, but not erasing this sight of you.
Alive.
Here.
Returning to weave your love in this messy, destructive tangle that was existence.
He swears he could die in this moment.
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Another very different collection of thoughts. I hope you all enjoyed it, be sure to let me know what you thought!
sigh xavier is the kind of lover who’s voice is so soft when you’re yelling at him :(
the kind of lover who lets you push him twice before he grabs your wrists and holds you in place, he lets you struggle for a minute before you give up and he lets out a shaky sigh with closed eyes
xavier never raises his voice at you. his words might be sharp and concise, his tone a little more clipped than you’re used to, but never hurtful. he doesn’t think without speaking, careful in choosing his words while you berate him. his eyes are still soft when they look at you, full of as much love as they always were.
you half expect him to raise his voice when you’re still yelling at him three minutes later, but it never comes. xavier voice still comes out even and gentle, never once being raised even a decibel.
