Self Indulgent Fics

Hello! I’m going to write fanfics here that are mainly self-indulgent. Come to me for all your soft fic needs. I will also take requests!

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Rubedo {Albedo x Reader}

soft albedo soft albedo soft albedo that is all. Also tell me this man doesn’t have ADHD

Please check out the rest of my fics for more soft genshin guys. lots of sleepy, soft scenes

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     Soft flaxen hair splayed over your legs, the usual braids that held the alchemist’s bangs back had been undone a while ago by your hand. He hummed contently when you had started combing through his hair as he leaned against you sketching, and eventually moved his head into your lap for more attention. Both of you sat under the tree at Windrise, having finished collecting ingredients for the latest experiment. The small notebook he was sketching in was now propped awkwardly against his stomach as he continued the delicate pencil strokes, though you could no longer see what he was fixated on. Your eyes were lost in the distance, unfocused in your reverie. Your fingers continued your ministrations through his soft hair despite this, almost like an automatic response to his presence. 

     Albedo appreciated the peaceful quiet of the moment. Sketching was something he loved to share with you, but the current image appearing on the pages would leave him somewhat embarrassed if you saw. He stole a glance at you again, a small smile gracing his usually stoic features when he saw just how distant your mind was. This gave him time to study your features; he traced your jawline with his eyes, your nose and lips also falling under his watch. His own turquoise eyes got lost in yours momentarily, his natural curiosity almost driving him to ask about your thoughts. He decided against it though, not wanting to disturb his subject. The geo user reverted his gaze to his sketchbook before you could notice his staring and continued making precise marks against the paper.

     After a few more minutes, he set his sketchbook down on his chest, the pages still open to mark his place. Your rhythmic motions through his hair were lulling him to sleep and he didn’t have the drive to fight it. He knew this was a safe enough spot to take a nap, not that you would let anything happen in the first place. The afternoon sun was also hitting below the branches, adding to the warmth he felt in the moment. His tranquil eyes closed, a quiet sigh akin to a hum escaping his lips. The small noise broke your trance and you looked down at him, noticing the alchemist falling asleep. 

     It was rare to see Albedo this serene and vulnerable. His mind was always going a million miles a minute and scrutinizing every detail of the living world. His art as well as you seemed to be the only things that could slow him down. His breathing evened out pretty quickly, the blonde having taken to slumber easily. It was quite possible that he had been working too much on his experiments again. You ran your hand over his cheek, almost swooning at the way he unconsciously leaned into your touch. You slowly reached over his form towards his sketchbook, wanting to see his progress on the presumed landscape. What you weren’t expecting, however, was the myriad of images depicting you in the margins. It seemed like the original landscape hadn’t been enough to keep his attention in one place.

     You thumbed through a few more pages, taking note of the various hilichurls, flowers, and insects. Every few pages you would run across more sketches of yourself, each one bringing back memories with the amount of detail Albedo added around them. One page brought you back to your first date with the alchemist. When he had told you he was sketching the landscape while you ate the dinner you packed, he had really been sketching you and the cecilias surrounding you. When you had asked him to show you the drawing, he must have flipped to a different drawing of the same landscape.

     The last rays of sunlight caught in the geo user’s hair, setting it aglow. It would be too late to head back to Mondstadt soon. You softly shook Albedo’s shoulder and brushed a bit of hair out of his face.

     “Hey, it’s getting late,” you murmured, “we should head back home.” The alchemist’s eyes slowly opened and he flushed, remembering where he was. Your hand returned to his cheek and you offered a small smile as he sat up, seemingly annoyed at having to leave such a comfortable state. His blush worsened when he noticed his sketchbook in your hand and he tripped over his words before he even said anything.

     “Did you... Look at- through- um...” He took a deep breath to try and calm his racing heart. Only you could ever have this effect on him. 

     “Yeah... I wanted to see what you had been sketching. I didn’t realize how often you were sketching when we’re together. All of these look great,” you complimented his work. His eyes averted from yours. “Sorry I didn’t ask,” you finished while leaning your head onto his shoulder. 

     “I suppose it’s fine... I was planning on showing you at some point anyways, though this timing wasn’t ideal. No matter. Shall we head back?” You hummed in agreement as he helped you up. You took his hand and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, smiling as he led you back home.

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Late Nights {Childe/Tartaglia x Reader}

@cala-ran asked: Hello! Can I ask for a Childe fic like the last one you made but this time it's the reader stumbling upon Childe late at night cause the reader coincidentally finished her work the same time as Childe? I hope this isn't too much and have a great day or night!

     Okay this is a really cute request!! I really hope you like it!! Established relationship, non-specified gender for reader, Childe being a cute bf.

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     How long had you been working again? Your fingers felt numb at this point and the slow trek home was made even more sluggish every time you stopped to stretch and reinvigorate yourself. The street lights were the only thing illuminating the snowy path for you, the sun having set hours ago. You were unfortunately able to watch it set from your workplace’s windows, lamenting the relaxed evening you had been planning. Why was it that you had to stay late again? Your brain was too overworked to think of the proper reason at this point, and it made you all the more annoyed. Your thoughts consumed you as you walked on what seemed like autopilot, not taking notice to anything around you when you stopped to stretch again.

     A door opening a few feet away had you jumping and staring at the offending piece of wood in shock as it snapped you out of your reverie. Your expression quickly morphed into a scowl when you saw Tartaglia standing there trying to muffle a laugh. You hadn’t even noticed that you stopped in front of one of the Fatui’s offices in Snezhnaya.

     “Aww, were you waiting for me?” His teasing voice cooed as he approached you, wrapping his warm arms around your admittedly cold shoulders. You only responded with a glare and shook his arms off, your cheeks flushed at his teasing. You started walking away from the ginger who simply chuckled at your reaction and caught up to you easily. He grabbed your hand and spun you around into his chest, causing you to stop walking and look up at him.

     “Tara, I’m cold and tired, I would like to go sleep,” you mumbled out, nonetheless relaxing against him a bit. His arms easily slid around your figure, holding you against him. 

     “Did you just finish working?” He asked, resting his chin atop your hair. You hummed in response and returned his embrace. Even if he loved to tease you, he was still very warm and very comfortable compared to the cold air. You couldn’t really say you minded his teasing though, it was all part of his charm. Tartaglia suddenly let go of you and grabbed your hand again before he started to walk. You were too tired to fight his pace and trudged along behind him. Where did he get all of this energy when he was working well into the night? 

     “Where are you dragging me to? I’m too tired to go anywhere besides home,” you complained when you noticed he took a turn off the path that would lead you home. He merely laughed at your despondent tone.

     “Exactly! You’re tired, I want your attention, so we are going home. Just not yours. It’s a win-win, really,” he added with a smug tone. His house was closer, you had to admit, and getting some cuddles from him was really enticing. He took your silence as agreement and continued on the way. Upon arrival, he pushed the door open for you to go in first. You thanked him with a quick kiss on the cheek, smirking at the way his lips twitched into a small smile. He pushed your shoulder playfully and closed the door behind both of you. Both of you quickly removed your shoes and headed to his room. There was no doubt that his siblings were all asleep given the late hour. He handed you some spare clothes to sleep in and you both changed quickly. Tartaglia laughed at the way you dramatically fell onto his bed and crawled under the covers.

     “You know, since you’re so tired, I would’ve carried you here if you had asked.” You only grumbled at his teasing and tugged on his wrist to get him to come to bed. “Fine, if you’re so insistent,” he teased more.

     “Says the one who dragged me here instead of letting me go home. What were you saying earlier about wanting my attention?” He rolled his eyes but you didn’t miss the way his face flushed.

     “Fine, you got me there. Now come here,” he said while opening his arms for you. You quickly slid over to him and rested your head on his chest. You felt his arms circle around you and sighed contently. All of the stress from working late left your body the instant you felt Tartaglia kiss your hair. His warmth and safety had you falling asleep quickly after such a long day.

     “Goodnight, Tara.. I love you,” you whispered against his chest.

     “I love you too, angel,” he responded, sleep weighing down his words.

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Melting {Diluc x reader}

--non traveler reader, no story connections, only soft Diluc--

~//~

     You heard the door to your office swing open slowly, a harsh sigh following as Diluc entered, seemingly more stressed than usual. You could barely make out the strained curses under his breath, some words standing out.

     “... Knights can’t do anything efficiently... Useless..” Diluc’s sword was already placed against the doorframe and his jacket sliding off as he locked the door behind him. You eyed him cautiously, trying to figure out the best way to help ease his tense demeanor. Standing up, you made your way over to your fiery partner and took his jacket from his hands. You swiftly hung it up before facing him, concern clouding your usually bright features. Diluc didn’t meet your eyes as he removed his gloves and dropped them carelessly. Something must be seriously wrong if he was acting with such disregard.

     “Hey...” you breathed, moving one hand to the Pyro’s chest and the other to softly cup his face. It was only now that Diluc met your gaze, his eyes dull as he frowned. You offered him a small smile and ran your thumb over his cheekbone, wordlessly asking what was wrong. He let out another deep sigh and closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. “Do you want to talk about it?” you asked quietly, not wanting to prod too much.

     “Later, I just... What I really need right now is your presence.” You weren’t used to him being so direct, and your cheeks flared a bit in response. Diluc’s eyes slowly opened, his face now relaxed as he looked at you in complete adoration. Slowly he pulled you over to the loveseat in your office and sat down, dragging you into his lap. You thought for a second before pressing a kiss to his forehead and shimmied off of his lap, much to his annoyance. His arms tried to keep you in place, but you managed to wiggle out of his grasp. When he looked at you with a mix of a pout and frustration, you offered a small chuckle. He didn’t protest, however, when you pulled on his arms and had him rest on your chest as you laid back. Diluc wrapped his arms around your midsection as he closed his eyes. Your fingers started sifting through his vibrant red hair, gently easing it out of the ponytail it was always restrained to. He let out a pleased hum as he let more of his weight rest against you. A slight crimp had formed in his hair from the hours spent tied back, something you noted as you worked on combing through every part of his hair.

     He nestled further into your chest, his arms giving you a small squeeze. Your free hand slowly started massaging his shoulders, the muscles starting to roll under your touch. Your fingers slowly worked under the collar of his shirt, enjoying the warmth you felt from the Pyro user. Diluc let out a hum of appreciation, enjoying every bit of your affection and company. You could slowly feel him melting completely, no more tension left in his body or stress in his slow breaths. It was a rare and wonderful sight to see the winery owner so completely at ease and you couldn’t help the adoring smile that rose to your lips. You would stay with him as long as you could if it meant you could keep seeing him like this. The rest of your work could wait for your dear pyromancer.

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Wait when did my Bruno post get over 100 notes?? and then Oz and Liam are both around 400.... what

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Constant {Childe/Tartaglia x Reader}

back at it with the soft scenes hello! Also minor spoilers for his story quest?? Very small and inconsequential if you haven’t played it yet, its just mentions about his family.

Established relationship with Childe where reader also already knows his family and is close with them. No specified gender for the reader.  Also I have seen Glia be used as his nickname in other fics, but I personally hate the way that feels..

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     Tartaglia’s boots thudded in the front entrance to his home, the soles encased in fresh midnight snow that scattered away on the rug. His entire being was heavy as he locked the front door behind him, moonlight snugly encasing the ginger’s tired form. It was well past midnight, probably closer to sunrise at this point, but it mattered not to the harbinger when he had already been away from his home for a month. Returning when everyone else was asleep was a bittersweet blessing when he could avoid their questions and energy for a few more hours. The ends of his pants were frosted from trudging through the built up Snezhnayan snow and stray flakes stuck onto his soft hair. Despite being home, he couldn’t be bothered to reminisce in the details of it and take in everything. The only thing he could focus on was sleeping in his own bed, in his own home, finally away from the stresses of the Fatui. He didn’t even care when he almost tripped over an extra pair of shoes on the way to his room. Of course there would be extra things to pick up since he was gone.

     He took note of the way his door was cracked slightly and sighed. Teucer had probably been going through his things again. He pushed the door open slowly and stepped in. Moonlight encased the corners of the room, outlining every form in silver. Tartaglia’s eyes widened when he looked at his bed. There lay your sleeping form, your arms ensnaring his youngest brother.

     His heart has never beat so fast.

     A visceral blush clung to his cheeks, his hand trying to cover it despite nobody being able to see it. This had to be one of the most precious things he had ever laid eyes on. His mind started racing, wondering why you were here in the first place and in his bed. He was also wondering why Teucer was in here with you, but it wasn’t something he would try to figure out currently. He was resisting the urge to wake you up just so he could see you smile, but the sight of you with Teucer is a million times better.

     He quickly sorted through his clothes for sleepwear and got changed in the bathroom. He noticed how you shivered a bit when he lifted the covers before sliding in behind you. You instantly shifted into his warmth, letting out a small noise as the sudden dip in the bed woke you up slightly. Noticing this, Tartaglia pressed a kiss to your temple.

     “Hey.. Sorry I woke you,” he whispered, careful not to wake Teucer as well. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you further into his body.

     “You’re early,” you sleepily pointed out, turning your head to get a better look at him. “Wasn’t expecting to see you yet..”

     “I wasn’t expecting this either,” he let out a silent laugh, referring to your presence here and Teucer sleeping in your arms. Somehow in the dark, he noticed you blush.

     “The snow kept me here, it got heavy earlier. And then he had a nightmare,” you whispered back, pressing your head against his shoulder. “You should get some sleep,” you added as he pressed a few more kisses onto your forehead and hair. He hadn’t noticed just how heavy his body felt until now. Between the mattresses comfort and your familiar, loving presence, he could easily fall asleep in a few seconds. He nodded and let out an exhausted sigh, giving your forehead one more kiss before collapsing into the pillow. You let out a quiet huff at his antics.

     “I love you,” he whispered after a few seconds, “and I love that I can constantly come back home to you.” His sincerity took you by surprise before you responded.

     “I love you too, Tara. I’m glad I was able to be here when you got back.” He squeezed you a bit tighter in response before drifting off to sleep.

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I just love writing soft scenes wow. Please give me more suggestions for scenes like this

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Careful {Bruno Bangnyfe x reader}

*************SPOILER WARNING FOR BURN THE WITCH EPISODE 3****************

*also adding in a small content warning for mild language and vaguely sexual intimacy (stradding lap, possessive touch. Reader is also not written as a specific gender)

     I may or may not be obsessed with the ‘tough guy that is only soft for his partner’ thing, so here’s that with Bruno. This actually ended up softer than I was intending, but I still love it. I am also making the reader specialize in healing/protective magic for the sake of the story, but it wont play a big role in this. Enjoy!!

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     The news was pure chaos as glittering destruction fell towards the city, each stardust particle reflecting in terrified eyes of civilians. You watched with shallow, panicked breaths as your eyes locked onto the television in front of you. Bruno was circling one of the seven dragons that was supposed to be a myth, Rickenbacker dodging between stars. Cinderella sat perched on a high clocktower with her wings spread, white feathers glowing in the crimson flames. Two pipers you didn’t recognize were also flying with Bruno, but you could tell all of them were struggling against the Marchen.

     Despite the overarching orders to stay inside, you were finding it hard to idly watch your boyfriend get battered by Cinderella’s attacks. You were anxiously pacing the apartment you shared with Bruno, your own dragon eyeing you from their resting spot on the couch. You knew they were also getting restless with the constant rain of explosions outside on top of being stuck inside for the time being. You were trying to stay away from the windows in the apartment just in case, but you hated not being able to see Rickenbacker flying around.

     “Should we go wait for them?” you asked your dragon. They raised their head and let out a soft growl. You nodded an slipped on a jacket to protect yourself while flying, as well as a mask reminiscent of Bruno’s. Grabbing your witch kit, you and your dragon slid out the front door and through the hallways to the roof. Surveying the city was devastating. Numerous fires combined to fill the sky with choking black haze. The starry glitter was mesmerizing in person, but equally terrifying. You mounted your dragon and waited for a few minutes to fully grasp the situation. Bruno and the pipers had just tried to trap the Marchen, but she sent them flying back with a catastrophic explosion. You gasped before taking off after them, your dragon quickly diving over the edge of the building.

     You landed next to to Bruno and Rickenbacker, quickly sliding off and over to your boyfriend. After removing your mask, your hands instantly flew to his shoulder and face, maneuvering his head so you could assess his bloodied features. 

     “What the hell are you doing here?!” Bruno exclaimed as he shoved your hands away and took a step back. He roughly pulled his mask off and you could see him trying to figure out which thoughts to voice. He was worried and you knew it, but damn it all if you were going to sit by while he could get killed.

     “Do you expect me to just wait in an exploding building and watch you fight a literal fairy tale? Not happening!” you retort, grabbing his face again. His eyes studied yours for a few seconds before you watched his features soften, his initial anger melting away. His gloved hand came to rest over yours and hold it to his face. 

     “Fine, but you are not fighting that thing directly. It’s bad enough Rickenbacker is already injured-” he started, wrapping an arm tightly around your waist, his fingers digging into your hip as if you would disappear.

     “Not to mention you, but okay,” you interjected, pulling at the red-stained fur around his collar. Bruno rolled his eyes at this, but relented.

     “Yeah so let’s keep it at that. I don’t want that shitty dragon hurting you.” You pressed a quick kiss to his jaw as a huge shadow passed overhead. “The hell? Where’s it going??” Bruno questioned as he let go of you and followed the Marchen to the edge of the building. It continued on as you stopped beside Bruno, a hand resting on his back. Your eyes tracked the large, otherworldly dragon towards where the pipers had fallen.

     “Shit, those brats..” you heard Bruno curse moments before explosions blossomed on the roof where they landed. Without hesitation, you both mounted your dragons again, thankful that Rickenbacker was alright after being stunned. Both beasts took off in a wide arc around Cinderella as she landed in front of the pipers and what looked like two civilians to you.

     “Something’s off...” you heard Bruno mutter as you flew next to him with practiced ease. Suddenly a bright bolt of light streaked before the city skyline, striking Cinderella through the crown. Both Rickenbacker and your dragon stopped and reared up as you and Bruno looked at each other with shock. Her massive white body glimmered with silenced stars as she fell from the rooftop. Slowly, you both guided your dragons to land on a nearby rooftop and you dismounted. 

     Bruno’s arm returned to its previous position around your waist and his other hand rested on your cheek. You leaned into his touch as you both scanned each other for new injuries. Bruno sighed as he didn’t see anything, and your hands lightly ran up his chest and to his shoulders as you finished checking.

     “Sit down so I can take care of your face?” you suggested, rubbing your thumbs across his collarbones. He waited a few seconds before grunting an unassuming reply and slowly letting go of you. He went and sat on one of the few rooftop benches as you prepped your witch kit and a few bandages. As you approached him, Bruno pulled on the back of your leg to get you to straddle his lap. 

     “I shouldn’t be surprised,” you mused, rolling your eyes and smiling a bit. He only smirked in response. One of his hands rested on your thigh while the other circled your back, pressing your chest into his.

     “Don’t let me distract you babe. Face reaaally hurts,” he said dramatically, starting to rub your thigh and back a bit. You simply kissed the tip of his nose in response and got to work cleaning the blood and casting minor healing spells over his cuts before bandaging them. Each bandage you placed glowed with a faint green light before it settled, showing that your magic was working.

     “There,” you started, pecking his lips lightly. “All done with your face.” You brought a hand up to rest on his cheek, the other going to his chest as he kissed you again with more fervor. He pulled away slowly and nestled his face into your neck, letting out a deep sigh. Bruno pressed a kiss onto the skin there as a silent thank you, his body completely relaxing against yours as you carded your fingers through his hair. You both stayed like that, enjoying the safety and comfort of having each other so close. Bruno broke the silence after a few minutes.

     “Let’s go home,” he breathed, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep with you in his arms. You hummed in response, but didn’t let go quite yet. He just sighed before sliding his hands down to your thighs and standing up with you in his arms. You looked up at him with a questioning look, but he didn’t say anything. Somehow he managed to maneuver both of you onto Rickenbacker’s spine, you still in his lap. Rickenbacker took off, your dragon following closely behind as the blue dragon flew to your apartment building.

     Bruno was already sliding off of the dragons neck as soon as the large being landed on the roof. You hung onto his neck as he entered the building, your legs squeezing his hips more as he walked. You made note of the amount of skewed pictures in the halls, the result of the star ash explosions. Bruno only put you down upon entering your apartment. Both of you shrugged off your jackets and hung them up near the door. Two pairs of footsteps padded down the hallway past cracked windows and shaken dust. Your witch gear became forgotten on the couch next to Bruno’s, your shoes stacking on top of his haphazardly. 

     As you entered your shared bedroom, Bruno stripped off his shirt and you quickly changed into more comfortable clothes. Your boyfriend collapsed on top of the bed, easily pulling you on top of him. Your head slid onto his shoulder easily, his arms encasing you protectively. 

     “You know we’re gonna have to write a report, right?” you mumbled into his skin, already dreading the duties that would follow tonight. Bruno just groaned in response, his voice becoming something of a drawn out ‘no’. You let out a quiet laugh and pressed yourself further into him as sleep started to claim both of you. The last thing you felt was a small series of kisses being placed on the top of your head and Bruno’s strong hands helping ease any tension in your back.

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Maybe {Ryuji Sakamoto x reader}

Little bit to say before I start this:

There are mentions of physical abuse. The reader is going to be a player on the volleyball team so she has to deal with Kamoshida being an ass. I’m not going to write any of that out, but there will be bruises. Aside from that, it’ll be a rather cute fic with everyone’s favorite blonde thief. Starts off sad and angsty, but it gets fluffy, I promise. This also starts after Ren and Ryuji meet Morgana and have palaces explained to them.

~//~

You were walking to the gym for volleyball practice when you heard someone call your name. Normally it would be one of the other girls, but the distinct tone and voice made you realize it wasn’t one of them. Turning to look over your shoulder, you recognized dyed blonde hair and warm chocolate eyes. You glanced around quickly just to make sure your coach wasn’t within range before stopping to greet the male.

“Hey, Ryuji.. What’s up?” There was a nervous lilt to your voice as your eyes kept flitting around as a precaution.

“Nothing much, (Y/N). I was actually wondering if.. maybe..” he trailed off, a visible blush dusting his features. One of his hands awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as he thought of what to say next. It was odd to see him actually thinking about what he wanted to say. The unusual behavior made you quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Is everything alright? You seem nervous,” you asked, a concerned expression written on your features. He looked surprised, almost as if he hadn’t been expecting you to notice his nervousness.

“Y-yeah! I’m fine, of course! I just wanted to ask if... would you.. Do you want to go on a date with me Saturday?!” The blonde exclaimed, screwing his eyes shut so he didn’t have to see your reaction. You immediately blushed and froze, not sure how to react. You had liked the blonde for a while now, but the fear of Kamoshida made it hard to act. Unfortunately, Kamoshida had vaguely heard Ryuji’s shouting and came to investigate. The teacher stormed outside, angered to see one of his players talking to the former track star.

“I’m sorry, Ryuji.. I wish but I just.. I can’t,” you tilted your head towards the gym, hoping he would be able to pick up on why. Ryuji was about to question you when he saw the angry coach coming.

“(L/N)!! There you are. Get in the gym, now.” It was clear that Kamoshida was seething. He roughly grabbed your shoulder, causing you to wince, and turned you around. There was palpable fear radiating from you and visible in your eyes. Seeing this, Ryuji’s expression grew dark and he looked ready to punch Kamoshida. Slightly moving your hand, you signaled him to stop. You quickly mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ over your shoulder before Kamoshida dragged you inside the gym, harsh words already starting to leave his mouth.

Ryuji turned away, determined to make Kamoshida confess.

—//—

Everyone was gathered in the gym for an announcement from the principal. Calling cards were still pasted around the school, all from a mysterious group called the Phantom Thieves of Hearts. You were clearly confused, along with the rest of the student body (save a few rebellious students). Looking around, you managed to meet eyes with Ryuji who sent you a confident and reassuring smile. Did he know something about this? His gaze was quick to pick up on a few bruises littering your arms, and his expression melted into one of concern. You looked away and tried to hide your arms, but it was too late.

Suddenly the doors to the gym open and a guilty-looking Kamoshida walked in. Your eyes widened and you sought out Ryuji’s again, but he was already watching the teacher with a subtle smirk.

Kamoshida confessed.

He confessed to the abuse, the manipulation, everything. Ryuji watched as your eyes lit up, tears of joy filling them. One of your hands wrapped around a bruise, a reminder that you wouldn’t have to feel any more pain by the former coach’s hands. Looking around desperately, your wide eyes met with the soft gaze of Ryuji’s. A bright grin broke out on your face, one of his own mimicking your expression. It was hard to contain your excitement as Kamoshida was led away.

—//—

After you were dismissed, you immediately sought out Ryuji. It seemed he had the same idea though as you both ran into each other. His hands caught your arms to prevent you from falling. Not knowing what to do, you hesitated before throwing your arms around him in a hug. Ryuji stumbled a bit before recirocating the hug, taking comfort in the fact that you trusted him.

“So.. you never did give me a reason for why you said no,” he started, a small smirk playing at his lips.

“I guess I didn’t... Well that reason doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” You asked, well aware that he already knew your reason. He shook his head in response, a grin spreading across his cheeks again.

“I’ll ask again then. Date Saturday?” Ryuji questioned with a cocky grin. You rolled your eyes in response, leaning towards him and swiftly kissing his cheek.

“Does that answer your question?” You teased. In response, Ryuji just muttered something incomprehensible with impossibly red cheeks. “Ryuji? Are you okay? Ryuji!” He only nodded dumbly.

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Oz x reader Headcanons

I’m going to use male pronouns for Oz in this one. I’m also going to run with the idea I’ve found in other fics about him being some form of eldritch horror that can shift his form around and the idea that he normally communicates through telepathy

—//—

-he definitely likes holding hands and cuddling the most, but also enjoys quick kisses on the cheek

-expect him to be rather chivalrous and polite, even if you’ve been dating for a while. He just wants to respect you though sometimes he’ll crack a dirty joke or slap your ass (if you’re comfortable with it)

-he prefers enjoying your company over doing anything intimate

-you’re the only person he will always let hear his voice. Even if he’s upset and doesn’t feel like physically talking, he always puts in the effort to manifest a mouth for you. There are occasions where you have to convince him to, but he never holds back from letting you hear his voice if he can help it. Around other people, he prefers to use his telepathy and you never press him to do otherwise

-he enjoys private dates the most

-at prom, he likes to dance, especially to the slower songs. He’s actually rather good at slow dancing and offers to help you if you need it

-you two normally hang out in the ampitheatre before school starts and sit in the stands there. Sometimes you’ll be joined by Vicky, Amira, or Brian, but you all get along well and share some laughs

-he likes surprising you with small gifts like flowers, new perfume/cologne, books, or snacks that he knows you enjoy. He’ll even do small favors for you without telling you like getting refills for your shampoo or getting a few groceries if he notices you’re getting low on cooking supplies

-his little shadow buddies tend to wiggle around when they notice you and he gets all flustered because of them

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Warmth {Liam de Lioncourt x reader}

Some of your favorite moments came when it seemed like nothing was moving. It was the peaceful moments with Liam when classes were out, the town was silent, and the threat of Damien’s fire was less imminent. Small moments were always appreciated since the craziness of monster school seemed like it was always in constant motion.

Liam was quite comfortable with you being in his house. Despite his usually aloof demeanor, he was rather open with you and welcomed your presence easily. Both of you loved quiet moments spent cuddling on the couch or Liam’s spacious bed. Currently you were both lounging across his bed and simply enjoying being in each other’s company. He was slouching against the headboard with his legs stretched out, your head comfortably using his thigh as a pillow. In one hand, he held a thick volume of Romanian literature while the other was lazily resting over your shoulders and absentmindedly playing with your hair.

You were borderline asleep at this point, barely registering the feeling of his lithe fingers against your head. Liam begrudgingly let you have the blinds open whenever you two were having these moments as long as the sunlight wasn’t on him, so the sun was warming your back and legs nicely. It wasn’t uncommon for you to be asleep during these moments. Liam, being a vampire, didn’t technically need sleep but he still adored seeing you in that peaceful state and would often glance between you and his book with a soft expression.

Eventually you woke with a small stretch, leaning into the small motions of Liam’s hand. He smiled down at you and quietly asked with a playful lilt if you had slept well. Answering with a nondescript hum, you sat up and repositioned yourself at his side with your head on his shoulder. He pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. He moved the book to where you could read as well if you wanted, although you were quite content just leaning against him with closed eyes. The sun had set by now, but a feeling of warmth still surrounded you and you knew it was because of your hipster boyfriend.

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Bit of fluffy goodness for my first fic (more of a drabble though)! I really needed that after the bad day I’ve been having 😅 anyways, I hope you readers enjoyed this sweeter side of Liam. I think I’m going to write something for Damien next. Or more Liam because I love him...

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Wow the first fic I tried to write got erased because I accidentally clicked outside of the box. thanks, tumblr