She was developing feelings towards him, tho she doesn't know if he is interested in that
You kinda start to feel Alhaitham is kinda nice to you, which shouldn't be weird, but he doesn't care if people like him nor he exhaust himself to appear kind
Yet when theres too much noise, he suddenly offers you to go to another place, which he benefits of course, but the fact that he can just use his earphones and can just go away alone, makes you feel like he also want to help you, because he doesn't invite the others, just you
When you have to search for certain book, he always appears near you and start to question you which book, if is for recreation or for studies, in the end after finding the book he says "I was just making my job/this way is more efficient"
When the others come along, often Kaveh is complaining about a client, or Cyno is finally explaining past week case, there are parts you dont understand or maybe just didnt really hear clearly, but asking them to repeat themself again in again, felt like they probably will get mad, and you pray your face doesn't reveal that, but suddenly Alhaitham ask them to repeat that or he says the same thing in others words, and you finally get what Cyno or Kaveh meant
He also points out things that you like or have been mentioned during the week in the markets
Yet he never do anything "romantically", Kaveh often complaints about him not been able to find someone to like him, and Alhaitham just respond "that's sound nice actually"
What would he say if you tell him you find his presence comforting, that the way he explains things is fascinating even if you didn't understand, that when you visited Aaru Village with the whole group, the way he gifted various book to all the children he saw, was beautiful
Even he was beautiful
Now is when you realize you do like him, often taking a long time to know what are you feeling often
Surprisingly when you enter Puspa Cafe, is exactly where he is at, reading a book as always
You manage courage and go to him, you two start to talk, not much tho, just how was your day and what book was he reading, then a comfortable silence
Both were in silence yet happy, maybe he feel it too
"Alhaitham, what do you think of romantic feelings"
"They are not logical, always without control"
"Is okay if someone have them towards you?"
He looks at you
"They cant make them disappear...
"But I cant ignore mine either"
"And now that we both feel that way... We probably will have to give them a test"
❇🍀📚
Yeah, finally came out decent, so this is my first trying this thing out, and I hope it come out good😋💕
thinking about sanji and reader who loves food but has food allergies so sanji goes out of his way to make everything special and separate, making sure they can eat it
thinking about sanji and reader who loves sanji’s cooking but is a little insecure about their body but sanji’s such a good cook and makes them absolutely anything they ever crave so they just gain a little weight but it’s proof of how much sanji loves them and how well he takes care of them
▐ Sanji remembers everything about the people he cares about. Your favorite tea? He knows. The snack you always reach for first? He knows. The food you hated once three months ago? He knows that too.
▐ He pretends not to notice when you’re having a bad day at first. Instead, he’ll quietly make your favorite meal and leave it nearby without mentioning it.
▐ If you’re cold, he’ll immediately hand over his jacket without hesitation. Then spend the next hour insisting he isn’t cold despite visibly shivering.
▐ He absolutely melts when you genuinely compliment his cooking.
▐ Despite acting confident, he gets flustered whenever affection is directed toward him rather than the other way around.
▐ Sanji’s love language is acts of service. Cooking, making sure you’ve eaten, fixing things for you, carrying heavy items—it’s how he says he loves you through actions
▐ He learns your favorite recipes and perfects them until they’re exactly how you like them.
▐ Whenever you’re injured, he becomes incredibly attentive and hovers around you.
▐ He secretly keeps little notes about things you like so he won’t forget them.
▐ He claims he doesn’t spoil you, yet somehow you keep ending up with your favorite desserts.
▐ He isn’t great at talking about his own feelings, but he’s excellent at listening to yours.
▐ Makes breakfast every morning before you even wake up.
▐ Gets embarrassingly excited whenever you call him handsome.
SANJI who WOULD cook a different meal or change his food up a bit if your reaction was SLIGHTLY different
SANJI who is always and I mean ALWAYS around you. either for no reason or just in case you ‘need him.’
SANJI who schedules the BEST date nights. doesnt matter if you’re a homebody or an outside person. somehow he makes it work (and you alway ends up loving it)
SANJI who would indeed search for whatever ingredients he needs to make a meal you specifically asked for, and let me tell you he goes ALL OUT.
SANJI who, let’s say, doesn’t find the ingredients. he makes something close to it or something even better. (serves it with so much guilt from ‘letting you down’)
SANJI who will go apeshit if he found out you ate a different persons food. woman or man, hes still hurt.
SANJI doesn’t ever yell at you. hes always calm and collected and definitely gentle with you. yes, there are times he would pick you and up spin you around but it was a burst of energy so you can’t blame him.
SANJI who cant sleep still. all you hear is shuffling , mumbling , hands all over you , and maybe even EATING. he can’t fucking sleep without moving. beware.
SANJI who has cuteness aggression when seeing you, doesnt matter the looks. kisses , spinning you around , pouncing , picking you up , maybe a bit of feral love. but who knows. he just loves you
SANJI who acts different when in public. MUCH more politer than usual amd more collected, down to earth if you will. why? to show everyone why and how he gained such a rare beauty like you.
can i request headcanons and/or a drabble of leon re4 being in charge of an escort+protect mission with a super sweet empathetic reader that he catches feelings for? the type of person to ask about his life and say things like "this job must be so hard on you..." bc leon deserves someone who's almost *overly* considerate of his wellbeing <3 especially *my* re4 leon, who is repeatedly getting shot point blank because i cant quick turn him without being nauseated 😂
hii! sorry this took so long <3 tysm for requesting, i love this idea so much. not sure these are even headcanons anymore just a hundred blurbs verging on an actual fic LOL but i had fun writing it
pairing: leon kennedy x reader [no y/n used, gender netural]
tags: flirting, moving kinda fast but idgaf leon falls in love with the snap of his fingers! taking advantage of him being described as a romantic in canon
warnings: none
When he finds you, much like Ashley, you nearly attack him. You're a spitfire from the minute he sets his steely gaze on you; wide eyed with a dull excuse of a knife thrust in front of you.
He holsters his drawn gun and raises his hands in surrender. "Please don't stab me with that thing. Not sure my tetanus shots are up to date."
You actually manage to huff out a laugh at his joke, and once he explains who sent him, with enough detail to be sure he's who he says he is, you let your shoulders fall.
Leon finds something warm and gooey growing within him in the next hours as you traverse the rest of the ghost town with him. You smile at his jokes, you trust him more than he thinks he would in your position. There's something irrevocably empathetic about your nature; a hope that he clings to unintentionally.
And when the two of you hole up in a safe house to shelter from a roaring storm, he knows he's in deep trouble. Because just after he'd fought off the last of a hoard of infected, tripping over debris and falling branches— just after you've piled furniture in front of any doorway and window— you're approaching him cautiously. Like you would a frightened dog.
"I think that tree got you," you mutter, and he's not sure why, but he doesn't flinch away from your touch. Your fingertips are soft and he knows you've just met, but something electric fizzes beneath them. He tells himself it's just been too long since he's been close to someone, that it's hormones. Adrenaline. Whatever.
"You got any bandages in one of those pockets?" It's kind of funny, he thinks. That he's here to rescue you, to guide you out of this hellhole, and yet he's leaned against a wall while you tend to his wound that's probably not even that big of a deal. But apparently it is to you, and you seem satisfied when he produces a few bandages from his belt pocket. You borrow his water to wash the gash as best you can. It's not deep, but it's a risk of infection, nonetheless. You insist as much at his protests.
He tries to hide the shiver in his body when you brush his hair back from the wound to smooth the bandage on. The rain patters against the old house in a dull noise, and all he can here is your gentle breath as you move away with a pleased expression. Leon finds himself wishing you'd stay close.
"Are you okay?" The question catches him so off-guard his brain short-circuits. There's no tone of humor in your voice; no hint of amusement across your features. You're pretty as ever, just as he'd subconsciously noticed the longer he studied you, and the gentleness of your expression brings out a new epitome of beauty that has his pulse thrumming.
"What?" Is all he can manage, and you repeat your question. He doesn’t know how to respond. Nobody’s ever asked him that. What finally comes out is half an answer. “...It’s part of the job.”
“Yeah, but are you okay?” You touch his arm and he flinches a little, but doesn’t move away. “Just because it’s something you have to do, doesn’t mean it’s emotionless.” This was probably the third thing you've done that ruined him. Because it played over and over again in his head. Your lack of hesitation in reaching out to him; like he deserved care or some sense of stability. It wasn't a obligatory offering of therapy from the government; it was a genuine ask. A concern for his well-being, even if you had only met a few hours prior.
And that was only the beginning.
Even after you had returned home safely, Leon still thought of you. In the med-bay while the both of you had been separated for clearance. In the debrief room while he's interrogated by his superiors. In the hallway when he sees you reuniting with your family members. You spot him from over the shoulder of one of them, and his heart skips when your lips curl into a smile. Like you're happy to see him again. Like you appreciate him as more than just a contracted savior.
Leon's twisting his wrist in his hand behind his back as you approach him. Like a nervous kid. You're thanking him again, even after he's told you probably ten times it's not needed. And then you're thrusting your phone towards him and asking for his number. In case he needs someone to talk to. And he's putting it in as you tell him you'd like to buy him dinner. And he swears there's a hint of a flirt in the tone of your voice.
You meet him a few days later at a diner. It's late, and the joint has only two other people seated at the bar. It feels all too much like a date, and the fact that Leon had agonized over what to wear for two hours prior didn't help. Seeing you cleaned up and grinning, smelling of perfume and something sweet makes his palms sweat. He's not sure the last time he went on a date, even if this wasn't that, it made him as nervous as one.
You soothe his nerves easily. Laughing, asking him about work, his nonexistent hobbies. He feels something warm crawl up his neck the more you gaze at him, like you care for him. And even if he won't let himself believe it, you certainly do.
"Your job must be so hard on you," you muse, tracing a finger over the top of your milkshake's glass. It's long gone now, both of you having eaten what seems like an hour ago. But you have yet to move. "I can't imagine the things you see. Having to process that. You're braver than most, you know?"
"Easy tiger, you might hurt yourself stroking my ego that hard." He scoffs, feeling a bit sheepish. You say it like you mean it. Like you're not buttering him up for something in return. And maybe it's because you've been a part of all of it firsthand; maybe because you see right through him. The frowns, the brow twisted in perpetual stress. Shoulders tense and ready for a fight, even now, in a cozy diner.
"You should work on that, tough guy," you raise an eyebrow at him. He meets your gaze steady, for once that night, and feels himself wanting to reach across the table to touch you. To feel your soft fingers against his skin again. You pull him in like you're magnetized to his very being. It's maddening. Leon wonders if it's possible to fall in love this fast. He has to be crazy. He's just lonely. Right? "Letting someone care about you and all. It's not as hard as your broody eyes make it out to be."
Leon's struck silent by your words. They're not a confession, really. Not with the way you say it so easily, like it's obvious and like it wouldn't take him ten years to build the courage to say something like that out loud. And you only worsen his struggle when you're sliding next to him in the booth and reaching for the bandage on his forehead. It'd been replaced during his medical clearance, but he honestly hasn't even thought to check it since then. And god, he's glad he hadn't.
Because you're pushing his hair back again, and you're so warm next to him, and the scent of your perfume is clinging to him. The bandage has already peeled up on the side from being held on too long, and you mumble an ask if you can remove it. Leon barely hears himself say yes. The adhesive goes without struggle, and you smile at the now closed, already scabbed over cut underneath. Your thumb rubs away some of the remnants of the adhesive, and Leon's eyes betray him when they flicker to your lips for half a second.
If it were anyone else, they may have missed it. But you're observant, you care, and you notice. And Leon feels his heart drop to his stomach when you pull away. You're talking to him again like nothing's shifted, a reasonable distance between the two of you now. But you're still at his side.
He loses the fight to pay the check, but doubles your tip before you stand to leave. He walks you to your car, and just before you bid him goodbye, you turn back to engulf him in a hug. He can't make his brain work fast enough to hug you back. Before he can even process it, you've pulled back, planted a kiss on his cheek, and climbed into the driver's seat. He stands there in the moonlit parking lot like a lost puppy.
The next time he sees you in person, it's another date (but not a date) at the same diner. He'd actually managed to ask you, and you'd replied in half a second with an eager yes.
At this point, you'd had what felt like thousands of conversations. Texts and phone calls between work that had the both of you attached to your cells like a lifeline. Every time, you always started the conversation the same. That you were just checking up on him. Like he was the civilian that was rescued, that his experience in that ghost town wasn't just another day on the job.
A few weeks of knowing each other and you were already far removed from that scared mess of a person in the corner of a run-down house. You're a shining star in Leon's vision, a radiating sunbeam that made him feel like he had purpose again. Like maybe he's a person again.
This time, you choose to sit next to him from the beginning of the night. He can smell your perfume again, and he leans just a little bit closer to you. Your heart is pounding in your ears at his presence. Everything is so wonderfully fuzzy. Sugary sweet laughter between the two of you and brushing shoulders. Time flies fast and soon enough it's passing midnight, and he feels a little bad because you're beginning to yawn.
You allow Leon to pay this time. He feels a small sense of pride at being the one to care for you, even in such a miniscule way.
Leon walks you to your car. His hands are behind his back again as you lean against your driver's side door. You could've unlocked it and bid him goodbye by now. As in it's a hypothetical possibility. But you're locked on the way the breeze shifts his hair, and his blue eyes dragging over your face. It's not even an option. You're glued in front of him, asking how work's been. Which is code for are you okay? Always checking in. Maybe if were someone else, he'd have been annoyed by now. But its you. It's you and your caring eyes, your ginger words that are so damn genuine. It's been a long, long time since he'd felt that painted so heavily on him, imbued into his heart.
He's watching you with something close to hunger. There's a softness to it; rounding his sharp eyes and tugging at the corners of his mouth. His hands are twisted behind him, almost shy, and you wish they'd pull you closer to him.
Your features are soft in the glow of the neon sign in the parking lot, lit pink and blue as you peer at him through your lashes.
"It's almost healed," you suddenly say, eyes just above his own. His breath hitches as you brush his hair back, fingers tracing over the baby pink line where the ugly gash used to be. He thinks maybe you've done more brain damage to him than a tree branch ever could, because he feels a little drunk on your encroaching closeness.
You've somehow creeped closer as you look him over, and before he knows it you've placed your palm against his chest.
"Maybe this is forward, but," you brush down the collar of his jacket, dragging your eyes up his face. "I think I could fall in love with you, Leon." His mouth goes dry. Suddenly his heart has flown upwards in his throat.
"Do you want to?" Your smile grows wider and you huff.
"I kind of think I already am," you tilt your head and press closer. He's sure you can feel his heart pounding beneath your fingers curling in his shirt. "You can touch me, you know," you trace a finger across his shoulder, as if giving him permission to free his hands from their nervous bind. He does so ever so slowly, losing any sense of willpower to keep his touch to himself. Foolishly, he thinks steadying his hands on your hips will help him. Instead, he's sent into a dizzyingly warm headspace when you pull him against you. He's caging you into your car door, and the look you give him is as if this is what you've wanted this whole time. "Do you want to?"
God, he does. He's not sure had a chance to stop it. Like doesn't feel like a proper explanation of the pull, the need he has for you next to him. The lift in his spirit when you ask him how he is, when you check in with him because you've been thinking about him. The way you send him falling over backwards to do anything for you, and the way he aches knowing that you've cared for him this whole time. So casually, so fully, even when you barely knew him. It's only grown stronger. His hold tightens on you and he ducks his head with a groan. He nearly keels over right there in the parking lot when you guide his gaze back up to yours with a hand on his cheek. He feels like a whiny dog when he utters his next sentence, but he could care less. It's the only thing that will slow his racing heart.
𐙚 Blackleg Sanji x Fem!Reader 𖹭 wc: 2.1k - wholesome fluff & slight humor ⸝⸝ friends to lovers!
— Late night cooking turns into a sweet confession!
Song: Butterflies by Michael Jackson
WARNINGS: language/slight cursing ⸝⸝ mentions of food/baking ⸝⸝ I didn't proofread it fully SO I'M SORRY IF IT'S RUSHED ⸝⸝ a kiss scene!
💭Rose's Note: I cooked pancakes 2 times this week and had to rearranged this for it. THIS TOOK ME MONTHS TO GET OUT OF MY DRAFTS.
𝓢ANJI IS DEEPLY in love with you. It wasn’t because of his usual manner, which is being flirtatious and obsessed with every woman he sees. There was more to it than that. It’s something different when it comes to you. Every time you are around, his whole body stops processing. Whenever you smile and drift your attention towards him, he can’t help but feel like time has stopped, and both of you are the only people existing. Everything you do makes him speechless. From your kind personality to your beauty, he adores you so much.
As Sanji was in the kitchen preparing the next meal of the day, which was suspiciously your favorite meal. Oh no. He was so busy thinking about you that he made it in an instant. He dropped whatever he was holding, which was a knife, onto the counter. The blonde man’s hands reached to his hair as he let out a stressed sigh.
“Shit,” Sanji cursed under his breath.
“Sanji?” His body stiffens from already recognizing your calm, polite voice.
“Yes, my love?” He questions as he turns to face you.
“Zoro said that he wants more sake. Is there any more left?” Sanji’s eyebrows furrow out of anger before he lets out a sigh.
“That moss-head can get it himself.” But Sanji already picked up the bottle despite talking badly about the swordsman a second ago. When he gave it to you, his fingers lingered on yours a little bit longer than expected before letting go of the bottle.
Sanji could’ve sworn that his heart was about to beat right out his chest. He noticed how your eyes slightly widened and your cheeks turned into a brighter shade of pink. Him on the other hand, was shaking but hiding it by placing it in his trouser pockets.
“T-thanks!” You stuttered a bit before forcing it out. Sanji nodded, trying to be casual, which obviously didn’t work well. Even when Sanji tried to brush it off, the whole crew’s attention was on you two. They already noticed it. They always had.
The crew watched as Sanji fumbled on the spot, and the shyness brushed past you, which earned grins, nods, and whispers from everyone around. As you walked away from the kitchen to deliver the sake to the grumpy green-haired man, everyone exclaimed teasingly.
“You’re blushing, Sanji,” Nami teased, which made Sanji’s hands shake.
“Look at that! Y/n has really done it for him!” A chuckle escaped from Franky.
“Why are you guys only talking about Sanji?” Robin interrupts,
“Thank you, Robin-dear! – Wait – what?” Sanji looked at Robin confusedly.
“You guys should also question the other victim. She was stuttering.” Robin grinned before taking a sip of her lemonade, which made Sanji’s ears warm up.
“Actually, that was a good one, Robin!” Ussop cackled.
“Oh, shut it, Ussop!” Everyone could’ve sworn they saw him grow taller with spikey teeth, but Sanji turned back to the counter and continued fixing everyone's plates.
A FEW HOURS LATER – 11:28 P.M
You tiptoed into the kitchen, hoping the creaky floor wouldn’t alarm everyone, but once you turned the corner, you jumped back in surprise.
“Y/n-dear, are you okay?!” Sanji’s voice was higher than he intended it to be. “What are you doing here this late?”
“I was trying to get a late-night snack. I’m sorry!” You covered your mouth just in case your laugh becomes louder. Sanji gave a small smile.
“What would you like, my love?” The man’s hand already reached towards the refrigerator door.
“I’m not exactly sure what I want, but I’m craving for something sweet!” You leaned over the island counter.
“Alright! I will surprise you with something that will fill your stomach.” The corner of your lips quirked as you watched him get the ingredients from the fridge.
“Would you maybe…” You stretched the word ‘maybe’ longer then intended, “teach me how to cook along the way?”
You saw the man’s eyes light up immediately in surprise and amazement. “I would be glad to teach you, love.”
“That means you’ll have to tell me what you’re making.” You watched the blonde-haired man grab the flour, egg carton, and milk from the fridge and place them on the counter.
“Why don’t you be surprised? I’ll tell you once we get prepared to cook it.”
“Fine.” You say as you drift your attention to the window. Once he grabbed the bowl and spatula, he turned to face you.
“Are you ready?” He questioned as a bright smile appeared on his face. You nodded eagerly until you realized how fast it was.
“Yep. I’m ready!” Sanji then added the amount of flour and told you how many eggs you could crack. You took an egg from the carton, pressed it on the counter a little roughly until you heard it crack, and spread the shell apart. You watched as the egg yolk fell into the bowl before the blonde chef grabbed the spatula, which stopped you in your tracks.
“Let me add milk.” Sanji took the milk carton, poured the right amount, closed the lid, and put it in the fridge. The cook then moved aside so you could stir.
As you were stirring the batter, the chef pulled the bacon from its clear wrapping and placed it in the pan. “I won’t let you do this because I don’t want the grease to pop at you.” You nodded before continuing your movement. Your movements were steady and precise as you were stirring the batter.
After Sanji checked the bacon strips in the pan, his attention drifted to you. “You're doing very well, my sweet.” Your lips curved from his compliment before stopping your tracks. “Oh, wait. It still needs to mix with vanilla.” Sanji grabbed the vanilla extract, dipped a few into the bowl, and moved so you could stir.
The chef went back to his original position to flip the bacon and place the rest on the plate. Then Sanji went to the fridge and grabbed the margarine before closing the door. Once he grabbed the butter knife, sliced the right amount of the smooth butter, and placed it on the pan effortlessly.
“I feel like I know what you’re doing, and it’s kind of too late to make it.” You giggled.
“It’s not a lot of battery. It’s only enough for a few.”
“And this is supposed to be a snack?”
“It’s enough to fill your stomach.” The chef smiled, making you mirror it.
“Sure. This will definitely fill me in the morning as well.” You poured the batter into the pan.
“And I thought you said that you wanted me to teach you how to cook,” Sanji remarked as he crossed his arms.
“Maybe you should’ve thought that I wanted to spend time with you.” You glanced at him before grabbing the spatula.
TEN MINUTES LATER
Sanji placed the golden, fluffy pancakes onto your plate along with the bacon. Your eyes lit up as you could feel your mouth watering.
“This looks so good,” you said, licking the corner of your lips.
“It is for you.” Sanji placed the plate across the island counter. You walked around the counter, but before you could sit down, Sanji, like a gentleman he is, moved the chair back enough for you to pass by. “My lady,” He gestured his hand out.
“You didn’t have to do that, Sanji,” You say as you drift your attention to him.
“But I wanted to” The chef gave a soft smile, making you mirror it before sitting in the chair. The man pushed the chair in enough for you to reach the counter, then he walked around the other side of the island.
Sanji watched as you used the side of your fork to cut off a slice of the fluffy pancake before pressing it into your mouth. He smiled once he heard a satisfied sound from you.
“This is so good.” You closed your eyes in satisfaction. “Thank you so much, Sanji!”
“Anything for you, my lady.” Sanji tilted his head in confusion as he noticed you shifting in your chair while looking everywhere else but his face. He brushed it off before he turned to face the counter.
Sanji started to overthink. Everything he was thinking about led straight to you, making you the answer to everything. His train of thought, daydreams, his wishes, and his future. Even if it does hurt his chest, he really wants to be there for you. Even if you don’t accept his confession, it was worth risking to express himself.
“Y/n, I have something to tell you,” he says, making you pause your movements. You had your attention on him, which made him even more nervous about saying how he felt. “Uhm,” He stared into your eyes as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “Never mind. It’s nothing.” Sanji faced the dishes and started rolling up his sleeves.
“What was it?” You questioned as you stood beside him.
“It’s nothing to worry about. And it probably would've ruined this moment anyway.”
“Sanji…” You crossed your arms, leaving your elbow at the edge of the counter. “I know something is up. Please tell me.” Oh, how could he ignore it? Especially when you are asking nicely. But he was scared. Scared of destroying your friendship because nine times out of ten, you might not see him the same way he sees you.
“It’s just…” Sanji’s fingers held a small grip on the edge of the sink. “I’m scared that what I would say would make you uncomfortable and might not see me the same.”
“It wouldn’t hurt to tell, ‘cause you never know how I would react.” Your comforting words made him feel a little better, but he was still very anxious.
Sanji let out a sigh and removed his gloves before placing them aside. His eyes drifted towards the floor before looking into your confused eyes. “Y/n, I am in love with you.” He finally says, making your eyes widen.
“I am in love with you, and I always have ever since I met you. I fell in love with you the moment I first laid eyes on you. I was attracted to your beauty from the inside and out. Before you joined the Strawhats, you helped out your village and showed how much you care about them, even if they didn’t believe that you could save them. You were independent and declined my offer when I tried reaching out a hand to help.”
You felt your eyes watering from his words, “I felt crazy when I couldn’t help out. Luffy had to stop me since he said it was your fight and your decision. But you stopped them even when you were really badly injured. Your beauty leaves me breathless. Every time I look into your eyes, it’s always so gentle, like it’s welcoming me home. Every time you laugh, I can’t help but feel warmth. And every time you help out the people around you, my heart always feels at ease.”
Sanji paused for a moment as he was trying to find anything else to say because he had a whole list, but that would take a million years even to finish explaining. “I know that you probably won’t feel the same because of how I act towards everyone. Even the thought of you being with me sounds impossible, you know? Not in a bad way, but impossible since I am way under your league-”
“Sanji,” You interrupted him. You stepped closer, making him freeze on the spot. Sanji could already feel his hands becoming sweaty and his heart thumping against his chest.
Your hand reached to his cheek, thumb brushing against his skin before pressing your lips against his. Right then and there, he felt like his fireworks exploded around him. Was this real? It took Sanji a few seconds to register what had happened before he leaned into the kiss. You felt one of his hands wrap around your waist, and the other cupping your cheek.
The kiss started off slow before building with more tension. You felt his soft lips move in sync with yours as his hands explored your curves, and your fingers locked in his blonde hair. He could taste the sweetness from the pancake and the syrup remiainings on your lips. After a minute, you pulled back, and your eyes fluttered open. He was speechless, breathing heavily from the adrenaline.
“Wha – what was that?” He was cut off from his heavy breathing.
Your lips curved into a light smile. “Your answer.”
“Do that again, and I will go crazy-” And you interrupted him with another kiss. His face turned red as his lips parted. “I’m being serious!” You giggled at his reaction.
“Sanji, I love you too. I have been in love with you for a while now, and I just thought you only saw me the same way you see Nami and Robin.”
“You don’t have to worry about that, my love.” He lifted your hand and kissed the back of it tenderly. “You are the only one I have eyes for.”
✦ info: he's had a long, long week. but coming back home to you makes it better.
✦ warnings: probably an inconsistent writing style? (i started this in 2023), 1k+ words (1111 exactly, lmao. i think i can make a wish—)
✦ notes: hi so um. i know it's been a while sjsjkadkks posting this to test the waters after my long break? this is a slower-paced drabble that i wrote for my own comfort a while ago, but i hope it brings you the same warmth it brought me.
“i’m home.” kaeya murmurs into the warm-lit dark, dropping his satchel from his shoulder the second to the floor as he sets his foot past the main threshold.
his keys land with a quiet clink on the tray on the stand near the entrance to your shared home, right beside yours. the tray is chaotically arranged, from keychains and lip balms and spare earrings and barbatos knows what else, things you’d hastily shove in and out of your pockets by the door.
his lips quirk up into the beginnings of a quiet smile when he sees the little dodoco doll, barely taller than his finger, sitting snugly next to your keys.
clearly, klee’s gotten to you.
he steps past the entryway and a weary sigh escapes his lips. he leans on the wall, tipping his head back in an effort to ease the crick in his neck. archons above, he’d feel this magnified tomorrow, wouldn’t he?
his head was killing him.
regardless of how seasoned an adventurer and how much of a captain one may be, a week scouting in dragonspine mountain was bound to be draining, not to mention the pages of reports that he’d had to finish immediately after returning.
he pulls his hair free from his ponytail, and it cascades down his shoulders in a waterfall of azure and navy. he rakes his fingers through, shaking it out at the roots before moving to massage his throbbing forehead, thumbs resting on his temples. the hair tie that rests in his hands, the one that he pockets delicately, is a sparkly gold one that you’ve given him.
he slides to the floor to undo his boots, fumbling ungracefully with the gilded clasps and buckles adorning brown leather, taking far too long for what would ordinarily be a simple task.
despite his exhaustion, he smiles when he sees your shoes lined up neatly, and he arranges his boots next to yours, the sides of his left shoe touching the sides of your right.
it almost makes him forget his headache.
almost. he winces as another throb radiates the pain behind his brows.
a shower can wait, kaeya thinks, as he walks towards the bedroom. he’d much rather be cuddled up with you and rest till the morning comes.
his footsteps are quiet, and he walks as slowly and as softly as possible despite wanting to run to bed immediately. the last thing he wants is to wake you up.
he cracks open the door in the same measured manner, the soft light of the living room’s lamps permeating through as he does, and he sees his shadow magnified on the plush carpet you insisted on for the floor. as his eye adjusts, the first thing he sees is you sleeping, as peaceful as can be.
warmth blooms in his chest. it feels right, he thinks, to be able to come home to you after a long, hard week.
he moves through the space to kneel by your side, to press the softest of kisses on your forehead, carefully stroking your hair, unwilling to disturb your rest. as much as he’d adore hearing your voice after going a week without, he could wait till the morning.
he peels off all his clothes, layer by layer, dropping his eyepatch in the drawer before grabbing the first pair of clothes he touches in his closet.
he laughs quietly to himself in the dark, realizing he accidentally got ahold of one of your shirts.
pulling out the right article of clothing this time, he trudges onward to the bathroom, finding himself with just enough energy to brush his teeth. your toothbrush, identical to his, and your toothpaste sit in a glass next to his, and he fondly looks at the strip of satin ribbon you tied to the handle of your brush to mark it as yours.
it feels right, he thinks. to see your possessions next to his, to see traces of you everywhere he looks in his home. to be reminded of your presence by his side everyday.
he slides into bed, a grin finding its way onto his face as he spots a little bit of dried drool at the corner of your mouth. “hey,” he coos when you stir at the feeling of the mattress dipping with his weight. “it’s just me, no need to be alarmed.”
“kaeya?” you call sleepily. “you just got home?”
“mhm.” he settles himself next to you, the length of his body pressing comfortably against yours. your blanket-warmed skin on his draws a content sigh from his lips.
“what time is it?”
“something ungodly, i’m sure,” he stifles a yawn, his brows knitting together when his headache makes itself known again. “go back to sleep, darling.”
“headache?” you ask, blinking the sleep away. he hums.
“it’s nothing, don’t worry.”
“don’t give me that, kaeya.” you wriggle closer to him, your fingers cradling his temples. your thumbs press gently, rubbing to ease the pressure. somehow, your touch helps.
he smiles, a soft puff of his breath hitting your wrists.
it feels right, he thinks, to feel you nestled against him, to hear your breathing even and content, to see your face calm and half buried in the embrace of sleep even as you clumsily attempt to soothe his aching head.
it feels right, he thinks, to have your things scattered next to his, your keys with his and his shoes next to yours in a household chaos so wonderfully familiar.
it feels right, he thinks, to see your life so intertwined with his that they’re almost one; where he cannot imagine his days without you.
he feels you stir, hands dropping back down to rest on his chest. “what are you thinking about?” you ask.
“you,” he says, brushing an eyelash off your cheek, completely sincere.
you huff, rolling your eyes. “sweet-talker. did you miss me that much?” you nudge him playfully.
“i did,” he admits, and your eyes soften in the face of his earnest response.
“i missed you too.” you sleepily press a kiss to the base of his neck, where his pulse lives. “it really isn’t the same without you.”
“now who’s the sweet-talker, hmm?”
“you’re ruining the moment we’re having, kaeya.” you poke him in the chest in faux annoyance, huffing lightly. “besides, pillows shouldn’t talk.”
he chuckles. “alright, alright.” he acquiesces, his voice mellow and fond. he kisses your forehead and pulls you closer, yawning. “i’ll quiet down and be your pillow. we’ll talk in the morning.”
“mhm,” you hum in response before a yawn leaves your mouth. “goodnight, my love.”
he nudges your head with his nose. “sweet dreams, my love.”
✦ ending notes: this doesn't flow as smoothly as i'd like it to, but i still adore this with all my heart. thanks for reading. :)
✦ taglist: @maopll @number-one-love-lover (send an ask to be removed!)
Im sure I'm not the first to say it, but Shoto is a big fan of skin to skin contact. Not like a casual enjoyer, who embraces it when it comes. He actively seeks it out.
Shoto who installed a double shower (by himself! mind you, though a fair share of the credit should go to the hours spent on youtube) for the sole purpose of being able to hold you in the shower.
What can he say? He loves the feeling of your bare body against his, cuddled up under the spray. Loves the feeling of your hands raking through his hair, washing it, as you gossip about the day.
Shoto who's hands ritualistically find their way under your sleep shirt, to paw at your and hold you in his hands. Who uses his quirk to its full potential to be able to tuck you against his chest and keep his hands on you at all times.
He can't help himself from placing a hand on your hip or stomach when your clothes reveal your midsection. Not out of jealousy, of course, he can fight if need be. He just likes the feeling of your skin, warm and alive and yours, against his.
So yeah, I think Shoto likes skin to skin.
its definentlynotmsmarie here for your daily (hopefully) drabble, eat well dears!
The Boys Need a Hair Cut Ft. Monster Trio, Shanks, and Ace x gn!Reader
A/N: Soley because this is just a fun and cute idea and slightly suggestive on Shanks' part. Cause he's a whore and I love him.
Their hair has gotten a bit too long so here we are, attempting to give them a trim. Good luck~
Shanks
"Come here."
"Not coming."
"Shanks."
"Nope."
"Shanks, your hair is in your eyes."
"I can still see."
"You literally keep complaining about it."
"Do not."
You scowled at him, scissors in hand, as you did you best to try and cage the 6'6" emperor in his cabin. He was acting like a child about this and it was just a simple hair cut. Not that hard! But here you were.
"Shanks. Just a trim. I'm not even taking a lot of it off but you need it done." You told him, he let you shave him all you wanted but when it came to cutting his hair, he refused. The red haired emperor pouted at you as you set your jaw.
"I don't want to."
"Shanks, do not be ridiculous."
He whined as you pointed at the chair. "Sit down for five minutes, that's all it will take." You promised as the man did so.
"I think I deserve compensation for this."
You rolled your eyes as he did sit down and you walked behind him, grabbing the comb and the basin of water you had to wet his hair. "And what do you want?" You asked as you brushed through his hair, you weren't an idiot, you knew he was relaxing the moment you started your brushing.
"Hm... A kiss?" He thought then grinned to himself. "A kiss, cuddles, and perhaps, my face between your legs?" He said cheekily as your cheeks heated up and you slapped at his shoulders.
"Shanks!" You squeaked before laughing as he grinned over his shoulder at you. You turned his head and tilted it down as you began to trim his hair., not a lot like you had promised but enough so that it wouldn't be bothering him too much. You always knew when he'd get irritated with his hair. He hated having it too long and never understood how Beckman or Yasopp could deal with it.
"Fine, that's acceptable though I'd think I'd be the one on my knees."
"Not tonight, I want to take my reward." He said proudly, doing as you told him to do without complain now, and you felt your cheeks heat up again. Gods, he was a menace even while he was getting his hair cut.
Yet, if it made his hair look better, who were you to complain about having a red haired emperor between your legs eating you out all night?
Ace
"I don't need a haircut, sweetheart." Ace told you as you raised a brow at him.
"You don't?" You questioned and he shook his head, shaggy black hair swaying back and forth as he did so.
"Nope."
"Weren't you complaining about it being in your eyes last night?"
"Couldn't have been me."
You made a sound of disbelief at that before you walked towards him and forced him to sit down. "It was you and the entire crew saw it." You huffed as he whined a bit.
"It wasn't!" Yet he was already taking of his hat and setting it to the side. You shook your head as you ran your hands through the messy locks and sighed. "Have you washed your hair lately?"
"No..."
"Ace..."
"What? I didn't want to get wet." He pouted and you huffed at him.
"You're exactly like a cat." You told him as you set the scissors aside. "First bath, then we cut your hair, and you'll look even better."
"Even better?" He questioned with a faint blush and a pout. "But I'm handsome."
"You are and you'll be even more handsome after a bath." You told him. "I promise it won't be too long, okay?" You kissed his cheek and wrapped your arms around him from behind, nuzzling his neck in a way that you knew made him melt.
"Fine, but not too long." He said and you beamed. It didn't take you long to wash his hair and his body, he also felt much better and you knew it too. But you didn't say anything about it, you also knew that he felt much better as you trimmed a couple inches off his hair and then you messed it up a bit.
He laughed as he pulled you into his lap once you had finished and placed the scissors off to the side. "Do I look better now?" He asked teasingly and you laughed as you kissed him, fingers tangling in his hair as you pressed your lips to his again.
"Much better. Do you feel better?"
You didn't get an answer in the form of words, no, Ace snored as his head fell to your shoulder and you couldn't help but laugh as you ran your fingers through his hair.
"Oh, fire starter. You're such a mess."
Zoro
"No."
"Zoro."
"No."
"I just need to touch it up in the back."
"I can use my swords."
"I assure you that you can not use your swords on your hair."
"How do you know that?"
You scowled at the swordsman while he sat with his back to the mast, arms crossed and his eyes shut. It was time for the tri monthly hair cut the boys all seemed to need, the girls were much more willing to do it unlike the boys. Franky, Sanji, and Usopp were the only ones who'd willing corporate while Zoro and Luffy didn't. It was always a battle.
"Can you stop being a stubborn asshole for once and let me just trim it?" You asked and he opened his eye slowly, smirked, and shut his eye again after taking you in, how you looked while pissed off at him, and how he enjoyed that a bit too much.
"No."
"Unbelievable."
You walk off after that, fully intending to get him later. It's three hours later that you do get him to sit down and its only after everyone has gone to bed. Zoro wouldn't tell you this but he liked when you took care of his hair, it made him feel at ease and it also was a moment he liked to share where it was just the two of you.
You smiled as he sat down in front of you, his silent gesture that meant he was ready for you to cut his hair. He didn't have too much growth to it but it made it easier to trim up and make it look nice too. You finished up relatively quickly and leaned down to kiss the top of his head.
"There, all done." You said happily and he scoffed but there was a smile on his lips anyway.
"Tch, troublesome."
Sanji
He's happy to sit down when you tell him to. Sanji cares about his appearance and he doesn't like his hair getting too long without having a healthy trim. It's something that he learned from Zeff. He was a cook after all but he had an image to uphold. It also allowed him to be close to you in such an intimate way.
His pretty blue eyes watched as your tongue stuck out in concentration as you gently cut the ends off his blonde hair. It wasn't too much but it was just enough to make his head feel a bit lighter. He smiled up at you, causing you to blush just a bit.
"Better?" You asked, running your fingers through his hair. He was always so sweet and still while he got his hair cut and he looked so cute, you couldn't help yourself as you leaned into him when he wrapped his arms around you.
"Much, thank you, my love." He leaned up and kissed you, causing you to smile against his lips.
"Anytime, baby." You muttered and he blushed this time but he wouldn't trade this, not for a second and not when he got you all to himself for a little while.
Luffy
Somehow, it had come down to you to cut the Captain's hair. Your eyes narrowed at him as he sat perfectly still. You had figured he'd put up a fight but then again, Luffy did like his hair played with. Not that he realized that too much but he did.
"Aren't you going to cut it?" He asked, tilting his head at you. His hat sat in his lap and you stared at him.
"You're not... going to fight me on it?"
"No, Makino used to cut mine and Ace's hair. He was always a lot worse about it than me." He shrugged and you stared at him before nodding as you walked over.
"Okay, how much do you want off?" You asked, combing trhough his hair as he thought about ti and shrugged.
"Not a lot! But you'll do a good job!" He said as it if it were law and you grinned.
"I won't do too much, just a trim." You promised him as he nodded. He trusted you enough to know you wouldn't mess his hair up, not that he cared too much about it, but he didn't like it when it got close to getting into his eyes either.
You're done in record time, running your fingers through it before pulling them away. He beamed at you, that bright smile that was all sunshine.
"Thanks!" He said happily before pulling you into his lap and you let out a startled laugh.
"Luffy!"
He grinned as he nuzzled your neck and sighed. "I like when you play with my hair." He told you and you softened just a bit as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, running your fingers through his hair again. He relaxed as he snuggled against you, quite content to just hold you in his arms with his fresh new haircut.
summary: the Gaang find out about your relationship with Sokka and Zuko after you get injured in battle
based off this request
zuko masterist sokka masterlist
The relationship had remained a secret for a few months. Which was honestly impressive.
Not because the three of you were particularly sneaky. But because nobody seemed to question why you spent so much time together, you and Zuko were firebenders which could’ve explained your closeness, and since you’d met him, you’d always been close with Sokka.
Sure, Zuko always seemed to know where you were and Sokka found excuses to be around you constantly. And sure, there had been a few close calls.
But somehow the secret survived, until one unfortunate battle.
The battle had gone wrong almost immediately. What was supposed to be a simple raid on a group of rebels, that you and your friends had taken over from Republic City’s policy for old times sake, turned into a full ambush.
There were more enemies than expected, more weapons and a lot more chaos. Fire lit up the battlefield and everyone was separated, distracted by their own fight.
You didn't see the attack coming. One moment you were fighting and the next something slammed into you. Pain shot through your side as you crashed hard against the rocky earth. For a second everything went silent.
Across the battlefield, Sokka heard your cry. His stomach dropped as he yelled your name..
Nearby, Zuko's head snapped around, then he saw you on the ground not moving.
Everything else ceased to matter and nothing existed except you.
"Move!"
Fire exploded from his hands and several attackers were sent flying backwards.
Sokka was already running and Zuko wasn't far behind.
Toph noticed immediately. Not because she could see it, but because she could feel it.
Two sets of footsteps that were fast, panicked and desperate.
Not the movements of friends going to help. Something stronger.
Her brows furrowed "Huh."
By the time everyone reached you, Sokka was already kneeling beside you.
His hands shook as he touched your face.
"Hey." No response.
His heart nearly stopped. Your name left his lips broken.
Zuko dropped beside him seconds later.
Nobody has seen the Fire Lord look so afraid before.
"Katara!" Zuko's shout echoed across the battlefield. "NOW."
Katara froze at the panic in his voice
The ride home was tense. Katara had assured everyone multiple times that you'd survive, that the injury was worse than it looked. But still, neither man left your side.
Zuko had your head on his lap and Sokka sat so close that their knees touched. Every time you shifted, both heads immediately turned toward you.
Every. Single. Time.
Aang noticed first and his eyes drifted between them.
Then back again. "...Guys?"
Neither responded.
The real problem began after Katara started treating your wounds.
You were conscious now. Tired and sore, but awake.
And that somehow made the situation worse because neither Sokka nor Zuko seemed capable of acting normal anymore.
"Does it hurt?"
You looked at Sokka. "A little."
His face immediately fell and bef you could reassure him Zuko piped up.
"Take another pain tonic."
You looked toward Zuko. "I'm okay."
"You winced."
"I got stabbed."
"You still winced."
Katara slowly lowered her hands, and across the room Aang blinked and Toph tilted her head.
Toph's grin spread slowly and everyone looked at her.
"What?" Aang asked.
Toph pointed vaguely toward the bed and the pair who stood close to you. Sokka froze and Zuko immediately looked suspicious. Which told the other two everything
"Oh." Was all that left Katara's mouth.
Toph laughed, actually laughed. The loud, wheezing kind.
Katara looked at Sokka, then Zuko, then you.
Aang gasped. "OH!"
You buried your face in your hands because apparently your near-3death experience wasn't enough suffering for one day.
The silence that followed was painful. Nobody spoke or even moved.
"How long?" Katara asked.
Sokka immediately groaned and shrugged. "A while."
"A WHILE?" Her eyes widened at her brothers words.
“A few months."
"A FEW MONTHS?"
Toph nearly fell off her chair laughing.
Later that night, after everyone had left, the three of you sat together in your room.
The secret was out and there was no taking it back now.
Sokka sighed dramatically. "We had a good run."
You nod in response.
"Honestly?" Zuko said, a small smile tugged at his mouth.
"I'm surprised we lasted that long."
You laughed, then immediately regretted it when your side hurt.
Both men leaned forward instantly.
"Careful."
"Don't move too much."
You stared, then started laughing again. Because somehow, even after getting caught, absolutely nothing had changed. Except now everyone knew exactly why they worried so much.
How genshin men would react to them falling in love with you after rejecting you
Assuming a year has past since your confession. They aren’t sure if you still like them.
Tries to win you over (Subtly)
He believes that if you liked him back then you can like him now. You haven’t got over him, have you? It’s only been a year. You have to still like them a little, right? He tried to reject you as respectfully as possible so all they can do is hope he didn’t break your heart. He goes full courting mode. He will subtly court you or even seduce you if he must. He definitely replays your confession in his head at night. How could he reject you out of all people. Anything you told him during your confession is 100% being used against you. Oh so you like how his gifts are always so considerate? Well now his gifts are extra considerate. Oh you like how strong he is? Well he just happens to show off when protecting you from some hilichurls. He catches one reaction. One small blush or longing look. Any sort of proof that you still like him and he’s asking you out on the spot. He tries being subtle about it to hide his slight guilt for rejecting you then asking you out a year later. If you make him say it then he’ll try to laugh it off. “I mean you did say you wanted to go out with me didn’t you?”
Wriothesley, Heizou, Kaeya, Flins
Desperately Tries to win you over
Similar to the last one except he’s a lot more embarrassed by what he’s doing. He feels like a moron for rejecting you. He honestly can’t tell if you do or don’t still like him. Eventually he asks you out with the same amount of effort you put into asking him. “Hey uh, is that offer for *blank* still open?” He’ll ask while actively blushing.
Kaveh, Itto, Gorou,
Locks in
He is not going to fumble you twice. He’s going to make sure you love him again no matter what it takes. You’ll suddenly notice he’s a lot more attentive. He’ll give you gifts and sometimes just look at you. You don’t know how to feel. Does he like you? He rejected you so you must be overthinking right? Eventually he asks you out as nonchalantly as he can though secretly his heart is beating the life out of his chest.
Kinich, Albedo, Alhaitham,
Plays off the rejection
He’s really hoping you don’t remember his rejection. He’s convinced he wasn’t in his right mind when he rejected you. You’re literally perfect for him. He acts a little bit like a female high schooler with a crush. Overly laughs at your jokes, sits a little too close, stares at you whenever he thinks you aren’t paying attention. When he asks you out he plays it off as a spur of the moment type of thing but in truth he’s been thinking about asking you out for a while. He really hopes that you 1: still like him and 2: that you don’t hold his rejection against him.
He feels upset about liking you. How could he have waited so long to fall in love with you. He’ll stare at his ceiling wondering how he could be so dumb. He wouldn’t confess to you. How could he? It’s been a year. There is no way you still love him. He’ll long for you from afar as if you were the one who rejected him.
Neuvillette, Xiao, Tighnari, Durin, Baizhu
Apologizes
He’ll confess to you but not without an apology. He will apologize for breaking your heart and ask for another chance with a bouquet or something else you like. He feels terrible for rejecting you but doesn’t beat himself too much over it. All he can do is hope you accept but understands why you might reject him.
Kazuha, Gaming, Diluc, Sethos,
Avoids you
He feels so dumb and doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings. His face heats up whenever you talk to him. When you first asked him out he had no interest in romantic relationships but now he wishes he had one with you. He avoids you so much you’re convinced he hates you. It takes intervention from one of his friends/siblings for you to understand what was going on.
calm!reader and her loud and dramatic boyfriend, tengen uzui ˚.✦
“I am NOT going,” Tengen comes back from his wardrobe still in just boxers and half painted eyeliner. He sits on the edge of the bed, arms crossed over his chest and a pout.
“Mm?” you lift your head from your book, you finish getting ready for this party about twenty minutes ago, full make up, hair and outfit, everything ready. “What happened, my love?”
He looks at you from over his shoulder, the pout growing bigger (definitely not to pity him). “I can’t find a good outfit. Nothing worthy of standing beside you tonight. Nothing!”
You tilt your head, pressing your lips in a kind smile and scooting over behind him. You rub his chest, your nails raking through it and him melting into it. “Go search a little more, c’mon. You have a lot of clothes.”
“Hm…” He pretends to think about it, although he’s just trying to keep himself in your arms, when you pat his chest, he gets up instantly. “Okay, I’ll go!”
A few moments later he finds the perfect purple shirt for his outfit and asks you to help him finish his make up only to have you in his lap, as close as possible.
You and him always arrive to parties late (his fault) and leave parties early (your fault). He’s the center of attention every goddamn time, telling stories to people he just met, his arms slash through the air, people crowd around him, laughing, gasping at every exaggerated detail.
But when he sees you sitting on a couch not too far away from him (for him it feels like miles away), sipping on your drink while you stare at his ass, he shushes all the people, announcing that he has to go back to his partner because he can’t function well without you.
“Oh my god, Tengen,” you say, with a flustered laugh because you could hear him perfectly. He’s already sat by your side, arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“But I want to,” he says, close to your ear as he leaves kisses on your cheek. “I love the look on your face when I talk about you.”
“You scream about me,” you remind him, squeezing his arm and laying your cheek on his shoulder.
He notices your little sigh and how your body relaxes when he’s pressed to you. He draws little patterns on your arm, letting you a few moments of physical contact before saying: “Do you wanna go home? These people are boring.”
You lift your gaze, blinking slowly. “You were laughing a few moments ago, Tengen.”
“I was laughing at my own jokes, let’s get out of here.” He grabs your hand, lifting you easily and pulling you across the dancefloor.
He always knows when you’re done for the night, and when you’re done, he is too.
Tengen has this burst of love and intensity where he lays on top of you, purposefully trapping you below his body because he’s way taller and stronger that you and makes you look straight into his eyes while he tells you:
“I would die for you,” he declares. “I would burn down entire cities, shatter the heavens themselves if it meant keeping you safe. You are my goddess, my everything. Without you, I am nothing but noise in an empty world.”
You lie there beneath him, used to these sudden storms of his affection. Your hands rest calmly on his back, fingers tracing slow circles over his muscles as he keeps talking, eyes never leaving yours.
“Every breath I take is for you,” he continues, voice rising with passion. “I worship the ground you walk on. You calm the chaos inside me. I would kneel for you, fight for you, live every second like it is my last just to see you smile. My love, my partner, my only peace. Tell me you know how deeply I adore you. Say it.”
A warm flush creeps up your neck and across your cheeks, he is so intense, so extra, turning a simple moment on the couch into something epic and overwhelming. Yet you cannot help but adore him for it.
You meet his eyes without looking away, your voice soft and even. “I know, Tengen. You tell me every day.”
He groans dramatically, burying his face in your neck for a second before pulling back to trap you with his stare again. “Not enough! Words are never enough for what I feel. I want to shout it from the rooftops until the whole city knows you own me completely. You are the silence I crave after every battle. I would lay down my swords, my pride, my life for one more moment like this with you.”
You smile quietly, sliding your fingers up into his silver hair and tugging gently to settle him. Even pinned under his massive frame, you feel safe, loved in the loud, all-consuming way only he can give. “I love you too, by the way,” you whisper into his hair. “Even when you’re loud as fuck.”
He lifts his head fast, gasping and leaning to fill your face with kisses. You burst out laughing because it tickles, “Tengen!”
“Mm, I love you tooooo,” he sings, now licking your cheeks between kisses.
“Ew! Tengen, you’re gross!” You try to push his face away except you’re not really applying any force, you’re just giggling as he hugs you tighter and kisses you slower, now trapping your lips in a soft and wet kiss.
forgive me if i sound really unclear and vague here but, id like to request anaxagoras with 'real man' by beabadoobee. idk but the fact that anaxagoras was alone this whole time and probably has zero idea on how to treat a woman is just so hilarious to me like imagine him being so confused on the concept of like. being affectionate. ofc he knows what affection is but its DEFINITELY foreign to him he's so used to ppl calling him a blasphemer and being lonely like UGH MY HEART. its almost as if no one ever taught him how to be a real man(see what i did there).
𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 guess no one ever taught you | various hsr men x gender neutral reader
💌 — ; how to be a reaaaal man ! saying your boyfriend is inexperienced with love would be an understatement.
love mail — HI RIIII!! ILY THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING for my next trick, i will write five fics in one day 🐑 i probably won't but hey a girl can dream 🙏 random character lineup my bad 🤦♀️. (moze was intentional sampo idk where he came from) LMAO idek who to put i dont wanna do amphoreus men every time ( *´д)/(´д｀､) 💔
anaxa attempting to be romantic is like a fawn trying to learn how to walk.
he's awkward, stiff, and wobbly. he doesn't know good times to hold your hand, when to comfort you, and he's unintentionally dodged your kisses multiple times. it hasn't discouraged you, surprisingly, his inexperience. you just sigh, smile, and laugh it off. and anaxa sees it, while his brows furrow and his lips quiver in a bit of frustration. he's a genius, a chrysos heir, he's everything he knows he is, except a romantic.
his words have a horrible tendency to be too sharp, too critical, and cut deep. however, just as quick as they escape him, he apologizes just as quick. it doesn't... absolute him from his 'sin', but it reassures you that he's making an effort. like grabbing a rose for it's beauty only to be pricked by thorns, it is ultimately your decision whether you find the blood on your fingertips worth the flowers beauty; and you know anaxa is worth the mess. worth all the blood on your hands.
he's just been so lonely before you. uncaring of his own existence, or the existence of others, and all of a sudden there is this societal expectation to be a big romantic. seriously, who invented these stupid traditions? who the hell has the time to take someone on a fancy, expensive date EVERY night. 'be a little more realistic.' is what he wants to tell those people, but of course, what does he know?
he's not seen as a real man. not until he can treat his lover right, whatever that means. he doesn't know you think he's doing more than enough, carrying your heavy bags around the academy halls, remembering important days, little compliments that sound awkward on his tongue but he means it regardless.
he's trying, that's more than most.
moze could probably be seen as a little more 'unstable'. the very first place where you first learn love, 'family', is where he was first forsaken. abandoned, used, manipulated.. that was his child life. and it's caused him to become the man he is now, to his misfortune.
but that doesn't mean he doesn't care, he does so much that his heart is heavy with the love he holds for you. for all his 'indifference', he's so protective of you. in a realistic light, it could definitely be seen as a little a overdo. following you around in silence, keeping tabs on you, he needs to know you won't leave. that you.. can't. he's lost so much, don't forget. if his lover, his world, his heart, would ever leave? he doesn't want to know what'll happen after that. he's got a good idea and he'd rather not.
but romance isn't.. completely lost on him. he's felt some sort of fondness before, it isn't something foreign, but to this degree is most definitely new for him.
the best he's done is affection in private, he's an extremely touch starved man who doesn't shy away from it. hold him, kiss him, bite him for all he cares. he just.. wants to feel you, that you're real, and won't disappear upon contact. everything about your touch grounds him, and he adores it. he adores you, and he will know a proper way to show it one day.
sampo honestly just plays too much. teases are too personal, doesn't show up to date nights, and generally acts insufferable at times. you love him, you do, but if he dips you down in his arms, leans in, all to pretend to kiss you—only to drop you in the last second, you're gonna scream.
while he is a flirt, you need more than romance, you need to be reassured that you're more than a pretty thing on a shelf. that there's more that he loves for you past your face. because his trickery of others makes you scared; what if you too are being played as a fool?
you can't tell, especially now. with how he's bringing flowers to your door straight for a week, only to disappear again in the next couple of days.
Aventurine ▪︎ Mydei ▪︎ Dan Heng ▪︎ Sunday ▪︎ Anaxa ▪︎ Blade ▪︎ Phainon ▪︎ Stelle ▪︎ Jiaoqiu ▪︎ ???
this was a complete spur of the moment thing that came to me as i was agonizing over who to do next. figuring out how to format this was the hard part, unfortunately
Includes: pre-relationship; march 7th mentioned; 4th wall breaking, if you squint; calling sampo "stinky" but like, wheres the lie
!! Warnings: sampo shenanigans; pls tell if i missed smth!
forgive me if i sound really unclear and vague here but, id like to request anaxagoras with 'real man' by beabadoobee. idk but the fact that anaxagoras was alone this whole time and probably has zero idea on how to treat a woman is just so hilarious to me like imagine him being so confused on the concept of like. being affectionate. ofc he knows what affection is but its DEFINITELY foreign to him he's so used to ppl calling him a blasphemer and being lonely like UGH MY HEART. its almost as if no one ever taught him how to be a real man(see what i did there).
𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 guess no one ever taught you | various hsr men x gender neutral reader
💌 — ; how to be a reaaaal man ! saying your boyfriend is inexperienced with love would be an understatement.
love mail — HI RIIII!! ILY THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING for my next trick, i will write five fics in one day 🐑 i probably won't but hey a girl can dream 🙏 random character lineup my bad 🤦♀️. (moze was intentional sampo idk where he came from) LMAO idek who to put i dont wanna do amphoreus men every time ( *´д)/(´д｀､) 💔
anaxa attempting to be romantic is like a fawn trying to learn how to walk.
he's awkward, stiff, and wobbly. he doesn't know good times to hold your hand, when to comfort you, and he's unintentionally dodged your kisses multiple times. it hasn't discouraged you, surprisingly, his inexperience. you just sigh, smile, and laugh it off. and anaxa sees it, while his brows furrow and his lips quiver in a bit of frustration. he's a genius, a chrysos heir, he's everything he knows he is, except a romantic.
his words have a horrible tendency to be too sharp, too critical, and cut deep. however, just as quick as they escape him, he apologizes just as quick. it doesn't... absolute him from his 'sin', but it reassures you that he's making an effort. like grabbing a rose for it's beauty only to be pricked by thorns, it is ultimately your decision whether you find the blood on your fingertips worth the flowers beauty; and you know anaxa is worth the mess. worth all the blood on your hands.
he's just been so lonely before you. uncaring of his own existence, or the existence of others, and all of a sudden there is this societal expectation to be a big romantic. seriously, who invented these stupid traditions? who the hell has the time to take someone on a fancy, expensive date EVERY night. 'be a little more realistic.' is what he wants to tell those people, but of course, what does he know?
he's not seen as a real man. not until he can treat his lover right, whatever that means. he doesn't know you think he's doing more than enough, carrying your heavy bags around the academy halls, remembering important days, little compliments that sound awkward on his tongue but he means it regardless.
he's trying, that's more than most.
moze could probably be seen as a little more 'unstable'. the very first place where you first learn love, 'family', is where he was first forsaken. abandoned, used, manipulated.. that was his child life. and it's caused him to become the man he is now, to his misfortune.
but that doesn't mean he doesn't care, he does so much that his heart is heavy with the love he holds for you. for all his 'indifference', he's so protective of you. in a realistic light, it could definitely be seen as a little a overdo. following you around in silence, keeping tabs on you, he needs to know you won't leave. that you.. can't. he's lost so much, don't forget. if his lover, his world, his heart, would ever leave? he doesn't want to know what'll happen after that. he's got a good idea and he'd rather not.
but romance isn't.. completely lost on him. he's felt some sort of fondness before, it isn't something foreign, but to this degree is most definitely new for him.
the best he's done is affection in private, he's an extremely touch starved man who doesn't shy away from it. hold him, kiss him, bite him for all he cares. he just.. wants to feel you, that you're real, and won't disappear upon contact. everything about your touch grounds him, and he adores it. he adores you, and he will know a proper way to show it one day.
sampo honestly just plays too much. teases are too personal, doesn't show up to date nights, and generally acts insufferable at times. you love him, you do, but if he dips you down in his arms, leans in, all to pretend to kiss you—only to drop you in the last second, you're gonna scream.
while he is a flirt, you need more than romance, you need to be reassured that you're more than a pretty thing on a shelf. that there's more that he loves for you past your face. because his trickery of others makes you scared; what if you too are being played as a fool?
you can't tell, especially now. with how he's bringing flowers to your door straight for a week, only to disappear again in the next couple of days.
↪ ft. argenti. arlan. aventurine. blade. boothill. caelus. dan heng. dr ratio. gallagher. gepard. jing yuan. luka. luocha. sampo. sunday. welt.
"You're beautiful." Argenti always tells you. It was true, and he would never lie about that to you. Because he found you beautiful, like a shining star in the sky that will never die out.
"Are you alright?" Arlan would ask, inspecting you for any wounds or injuries you may have had after the fight with the Antimatter Legion. It wasn't an easy task fighting them off, but he would make sure you were unharmed.
"I would wager everything for you." Aventurine would say, looking into your eyes. He cares about you, and he'd bet everything away just for you, your wellbeing, your happiness. He would give up the cornerstone, his IPC background, everything he ever owned just for you.
"Being with you makes living a bit more bearable." Blade admits, crossing his arms stubbornly. But below that facade, was a soft heart for you. Which loved you so dearly.
"Yer worth more than ma bounty." Boothill grins. To him, even a minute of your time, a minute of being in your presence was something more precious than any bounty he's had on his head.
"Let's have some fun!" Caelus says excitedly, pulling you by the wrist as the two of you go around the place, finding fun things to do together. Pranking people, going through trash cans, breaking some laws.
"Take a break if you need one." Dan Heng reminds in the middle of one of your trailblazing expeditions. He would be there to protect you from any possible dangers that would hurt you. He promises that silently.
"You did well." Dr. Ratio praises after the two of you study together. Your brain fried from all the information that you learned. But he made sure to give you a reward after all the work that you've put in.
"Here's a drink for you." Gallagher slides a glass your way, a personalized mix that was suited to your tastes. He remembered how sweet, how thick, and even how strong you liked your drinks. Making one just for you.
"I'll protect you." Gepard spoke, holding his weapon out beside himself. A silent reminder that his shield was there to keep you safe from any harm. And he'd make sure justice was served to those who have hurt you.
"Let's take a nap together." Jing Yuan requests, holding his arms out for you. He was finally done with his pending tasks, and it was time for a well-earned break with his beloved.
"You're pretty strong!" Luka encourages as the two of you train together, even if it's just for fun. He enjoys being with you, and swears you're strong enough to take him down.
"Shall we take a stroll?" Luocha invites you to go around with him. Spending some time together, not having to worry about any other pressing matters that the two of you had.
"Your dear Sampo Koski would never break your heart." He reassures you, making sure that you remembered that always. He would rather let himself get caught by the Guards than let him do that to you, ever.
"Would you like some tea?" Sunday offers, but he's already pouring the first glass for you. He loved you, and he'd make sure you were happy when you were with him.
"I'm proud of you." Welt smiles softly after you fix one of the problems at the current stop the Express was at. He really, really was, and he always will be. He just wanted to remind you of that fact.
↪ Some of them aren't very good at WoA so I'm sorry if this was subpar.
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