Queen, Dragon Boy, Little Johnny, Ghostblade x reader
Summary: Small moments with them before the hero ranking tournament
a/n: Managed to get the writer's block somewhat knocked out of me for this
Queen
“You doing alright?” You sidle up to the number two hero who’s staring off into the distance of the tournament arena, nudging her with your shoulder.
“I’m fine.” Poised as ever, or so she appears.
“Nervous?” The past two ranking tournaments haven’t exactly played out in her favor, especially the last time she faced this X. You still remember holding her at what may have been her lowest point.
“A little perhaps.” Her hand clenches into a fist at her side but lets up once you wrap your hands around hers.
“I’m sure you’ll do great.” You give your best reassuring smile. “And I’ll be there even if things don’t turn out the way you want.”
“Thank you.” She finally turns to face you, yellow irises softening.
“And for good luck.” You lean over to plant a kiss on her cheek, knocking her into a different kind of nervous, and pride swells in your chest at seeing the faint red on her cheeks.
Dragon Boy
“Ready?” Your face pops into view above Dragon Boy as he lays on the platform meant to transport him into the arena.
“Ready to win.” He sends you a sharp-toothed smile, sitting up as you kneel down beside him.
“Think you can beat X?”
“Are you doubting me?” You roll your eyes, just thinking about how the last time he faced X had him landing in the river and returning to you sopping wet. Now’s not the time to bring that up though.
Hooking a finger under his collar, you bring him into a kiss just to get him to shut up. His hand on the back of your head keeps you close. Just as you feel his tongue push into your mouth, the buzzer signaling the start of the tournament sounds. You manage to pry yourself away despite him not letting up at all.
“Aw, you're no fun." He receives a light hit to the shoulder for sass.
“I’m not having this platform sent out there while you’re still sucking my face off.” You get to your feet and hurry off, hearing him call out after you.
“You better be cheering for me!”
Little Johnny
You don’t think you’ve ever seen your boyfriend so laser focused. He doesn’t seem to be paying any mind to his son jumping around excitedly in his lap.
"Hey?" You poke him in the side, and Big Johnny squeals when his dad jolts like he's just been shocked.
"What was that for?" Little Johnny whines. It wasn’t a hard poke, but he’s rubbing his side like you just jabbed him.
"You're spacing out when you're supposed to go out there in a couple minutes." Is he nervous? The Ruins Incident, jumping into the top ten, transferring from FOMO to DOS. Things have been complicated recently.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be rooting for you. And Big Johnny will be out there to help you too.” You try to be reassuring, but when he turns to you, eyes meeting yours, it's not worry you see.
"Do you think my dad's watching?" Something fierce tugs on your heartstrings. Your hand finds its way to his, weaving your fingers together.
"I'm sure he is and that he's very proud of you." He leans his forehead against yours, and you rest a little easier watching some of the doubt flee from his eyes.
Ghostblade
"Want me to hold onto that for you?" The assassin tucks away the photo of his daughter into his journal before handing it to you, watching as you handle his possession with the utmost care.
"Ready?"
He nods. That's his usual reply to you, but it's not like there's anything else he can say. You do your best to read his facial features, but that’s harder to do when he’s wearing his mask. You confidently nod back.
"Hang on." You reach to brush his hair a little more out of his face. "Got to make sure all those cameras can get your good side, right?"
You expect another nod, but get arm around your shoulders, pulling you in until your forehead hits his chest. His cloak enshrouds you as you both sit comfortably in the silence.
It’s disappointing when the starting buzzer sounds and you have to part, but he gives you a wave before being sent out into the arena. You send a small wave back along with all your hopes that he pulls out a win.
who would fuck w a ghostblade x fem!hero!reader who takes the place of zhang lan as nuonuos mother and just a fic that slaps a band-aid on that whole family dynamic
just a thought
smth like
"You were the one stalking Nuonuo?" You hold your daughter closer to your chest, glaring at your ex-husband, who sweats profusely at the intensity of your gaze. Nuonuo buries herself in your comforting familiarity, hiding away from everyone else's prying eyes.
He shakes his head in vehement denial, fumbling awkwardly in a way that's unbecoming of his reputation as an assassin. Some things truly never change.
You pull him out of earshot before he can spiral any further, crossing your arms beneath your chest before your shoulders slump tiredly. "When I told you to get to know our daughter, I didn't mean to stalk her." You glance to where she and Luo Li help prep for dinner, acutely aware af Wang Yi's sudden tenseness. "She was terrified, you know."
You turn back, only to find him staring harshly at the ground, shoulders squared and jaw clenched tight beneath his black face mask. Before you can stop yourself, your hand finds its way to his cheek.
What can you say? Old habits die hard.
He flinches, tired eyes wide as they snap to meet yours. You almost pull away instinctively, but his hand encases your own before the thought even crosses your mind.
Suddenly, you aren't forty-one anymore, but twenty, staring at your husband-to-be while he leans into your touch like a safety net ready to catch him if he falls too fast.
FUCKKKKKKKKK loser cringefail dad who's bad at communicating or bossbabe mother who's physically incapable of telling or showing you how she feels
or basically nuonuo is stuck w two parents who are still deeply in love w each other and care deeply for her but are too emotionally inept to tell the other how they feel
Hi hiii, I saw ur civvie X yan imagine and was wondering if you'd write for Ghostblade pretty please?
Only if you're comfortable with it ofc, have a good one regardless
Always with you
(Yan! Ghostblade x Single Parent!Reader)
A/N: oh pookies I love Ghostblade so much, I'm so sad that there are so few Ghostblade Ffs here this man deserves to get some ahhhh.
CW: Yandere stuff, Stalking, English isn't my first language
He stalked his daughter for years because he didn't know how else to communicate with her. He is 100% a stalker yandere.
So, after his wife left him with his daughter, it wasn't easy for him to find a new relationship, even though many would kill to be with him.
Many things are too loud for him, and he often feels thrown back to the situation he was in when he was still living with his family until you came into his life.
First he saw you when you dropped your child off at daycare, and then in the café where you worked, oh that sweet smile and those warm eyes, but he can see the broken heart you try to hide, and the Loneliness.
The café was his favorite because it was quiet and isolated from the loud noises, but where you worked here now, it was becoming more and more his favorite.
Just like with his daughter, he kept track of you as he slowly began to stalk you: your routines, how long you worked, when you dropped your child off at daycare and picked them up, when you went shopping.
One thing he noticed during that time was that you were a single parent; no matter who took the right to leave you alone with your little miracle, it wasn't worth occupying a part of your thoughts.
And one day, when he was supposed to kill someone, fate delivered a surprise. The man his victim was the father of your child and the man who had broken your heart; that scum didn't deserve to live another second.
And after that, he became more and more active in your life. Ghostblade offered to pick up and drop off your child from kindergarten.
You declined several times, but as a few months passed and you slowly put your trust in him, you accepted his offer.
He also repaired your heart, which was in thousands of pieces, piece by piece, even though he was used to the broken pieces. He didn't stop.
And there was a rumor on Fomo that Ghostblade was dating someone with a child, but the assassin made sure that you and your child weren't seen on any platforms.
But it didn't stop there; his obsession with you grew deeper with each day. He already saw your child as his own, a perfect little family, and even your child, who had always wanted a father, was so happy that he could call Ghostblade 'Daddy'.
Even if he can't speak, he makes sure that he shows his love with his actions, his love for you and your child.
Soon you were able to move to a quiet area through Ghostblade, where you no longer need to worry about money, it only overloads Ghostblade.
And you know exactly, no matter where you go, your lover has his eye on you. You don't know how he does it, but whenever you get into trouble, he's at your side to help you out.
Normally, Ghostblade only kills those who deserve it, but in his eyes, anyone who even looks at you or your child strangely deserves it. That's exactly why many pedos were found dead. He won't allow you to be in danger, not as long as he lives.
And when he is overwhelmed by a background noise that is too loud, you are his place of refuge, the place where he can be himself, and together you fall asleep in your bed, while the ring on your ring finger shines softly in the light of the moon that shines through the window.
wang yi/cheng xiaoshi!f.reader | image from lovebrush chronicles
In his hands was a pastel blue photo album, decorated in various stickers that range from cartoons to animals. In the center, there is a picture of you and Wang Yi, hidden in the shade underneath a peony tree, both of you stretching the arm out to form a heart shape. Wang Yi was looking away from the camera, his face showing little interest, while you had a wide smile, excited to capture the intimate moment between you two. He remembers when this picture was taken, it was after you opened your business shop called Time Photo Studio. He fluttered his lashes close, attempting to search his mind the day you gifted him the album.
It was a few days after he returned from a mission, you were inside the developing room when he knocked. The door opened slightly, enough for him to see a little of your face. He waited for a minute when you walked outside, your eyes twinkled with hidden excitement as you gently held his hands to drag him into your room. He watched as you dug into your furniture and took out an album, “I developed all our films together,” your tone was softly carried by a gentle smile, “Since you’ll be busy with hero work, I thought, maybe I can make a little collection, each photo here represents a moment of our life together.. I want you to remember the good memories.” You walked towards him and held the album for him to grab.
His fingers softly brushed against yours as he grabbed onto the item, his eyes shifted from yours to the album, unable to process such a delicate gift. He could see the effort placed, each picture developed with diligence and love, an emotion he has yet grown accustomed too. Opening his mouth, he attempted to express his gratitude, but silence answered instead. Wang Yi took the album and placed it on the counter of his table, he averted his eyes to the floor and hastily embraced you in a hug. It is gentle and warm, a silent vow of his love and devotion to you—his confession of appreciation, if he cannot express it with words then his actions will. He felt your touch, “I love you, Wang Yi.”
At the comment, his body became stiff momentarily, but he leaned his head into your shoulder, allowing himself to indulge into your affection.
“How precious it is to be with trustworthy partners in our life,” you softly said.
Wang Yi opened his eyes, trustworthy—would you consider him trustworthy now? His tired eyes looked down again at the album—it had grown over the years with pictures of you and his daughter. Even though he had left to ensure that you and her would be protected, he failed.
He failed you, for not protecting you.
He failed Nuonuo, for letting her down.
Unconsciously, he bit the corner of his lip, applying heavy pressure that droplets of crimson liquid fell onto the booklet.
I believed that everything was a betrayal, even you and me. Goodbye dear, his body trembled as he hugged the photo album.
author note: my sister said that wang yi looked like lu guang (here wang yi took his place lol) so here we are. VEIN killed mc cuz she went back and saved nuonuo but bc she altered the timeline mc gotta go. last dialogue is from buck-tick’s song “My Funny Valentine” (big fan of vkei) + in this story he left them bc he was scared that they would discover about his family, similar to original but he kept in contact with the wife (had a slightly better relationship w/ daughter). i like lil johnny's dad more tbh ANYWAYS I GOT BENNETT’S SKIN im so happy he’s my fav since i was like 14, i might write genshin stories soon or mononoke/medicine seller. this so bad and cringe oml. Thanks for reading!
Ghostblade wants you to know that he loves you, noise and all.
two years later i was once again posssesed by demons. father forgive me but im gonna fuck that man
wc: 2.0k
cw: 90% psychoanalysis 10% piv smut. knives/blood/branding (heart shaped cut)/stalking/voyerism/incest undertones if you squint really hard because its ghostblade. afab sub reader. mentions of ghostblades childhood home and divorce. ghostblade has a panic attack and throws up at some point but nothing graphic. reader prioritizing ghostblade's sensory sensativities and its starting to piss him off
miniplaylist: blood on the sheets by violent vira, souvenir by amava, tonight by amira elfeky
Wang Yi had not been this interested in another human being since he met his ex wife- and even then, it didn’t feel like this.
Maybe it’s because of how his “affection” evolved after Lan left. When keeping an eye on Nuonuo from a distance was the closest thing he could have to a relationship with her. When that became the only thing he did outside of work. When keeping notes on her became an almost compulsive obsession rather than fatherly duty.
He treats you similarly, especially after meeting you under similar circumstances to how he met Lan. When he was that young, that unaffected, he had no idea how horrifying it was supposed to be to someone you care for so deeply go through something so scary, even if he was right there, even if he saved you himself. And since he can’t do anything about this feeling with Nuonuo, he dotes on you instead.
There’s a tracker on your phone, in your purse, and sewed into your favorite coat, not that Yi lets you go anywhere alone. Not that you have much a drive to go out, where the noise is so unbearable for the two of you. One of his favorite ways to waste time during stake outs is to watch you sit in bed or on the couch through the cameras set up around the apartment or flip through his notebook of all his observations and anecdotes about you. He loves finding connections between you and Nuonuo, whether it’s things you’ve both done or common interests. It makes him feel closer to the both of you, and serves as reassurance that Nuonuo would love you, whenever she’s able to meet you.
Though, Yi knows far more about you than he knows about his daughter. For one, you’re able to tell him things. He has pages of notes on your thought processes, notes he wouldn’t get just watching. He also has pages of notes on your more private interests, from both looking through your internet history and participating in them himself.
Since quitting MG, he’s had even more time to indulge these interests of yours.
Yi’s physical libido isn’t the highest, but he does relish in the reactions he can pull out of you. Fortunately for him, you’re of a similar disposition. You’ve told him your favorite part is how all his attention is zeroed in on you (as if it ever isn’t, he thinks to himself). Being the sole focus of such a deadly hero makes you feel safe but on edge. He’d never truly hurt you, you both know this, but “who knows what Ghostblade is capable of?”.
Some of your most endearing reactions are when he’s fucking you with one of his dull knives to your throat. Your legs always wrap around him so tightly he can barely move. He finds this helps him, incidentally. The pressure of your body is grounding against his anxieties of all the noise that accompany sex. Even with the little noise canceling wireless earbuds you got him, the prospect of sound is always intimidating.
He likes to hold the knife in a way that lets him rest his arm on your chest, so he can feel the pound of your heart under your skin. It’s always so intense and erratic. He’ll put all his weight on his other arm, use it to pull your hair to make you bare your neck to him. There’s never any fear in your eyes. Like you trust such a ruthless killer to keep you safe.
He always starts slow, so he can wait until all he can hear is the blood rush in his head to lax control a little bit. It muffles the sound of the skin hitting wet skin, so he can focus on way you feel and look until he can hardly hear anything but your occasional sharp breath or cut off squeals.
It’s cute, the effort you put into being silent for him. You dont want to add to the already polluted air. The look on your face is always downright adorable when you lose control over it. You go from scratching at his back and arms to slapping a hand over your mouth as your body drowns in pleasure while your mind stays focused on his wellbeing. Your eyes always look concerned for him when they aren’t rolled back in your head.
It always draws him back to all the footage he has of you touching yourself when home alone, when you allow yourself to be as loud as you want; your expression is always so blissed out like that. Not a care in the world.
He wants you to look like that with him. he wants to feel you like that.
It’s taken a lot of mental effort to get to this point. Yi got a therapist, for gods sake. To learn how to talk now that he’s cut down on hero work and his plummeted trust value shouldn’t hold him back. Relying on text wasn’t cutting it for him anymore, he’d realized, when he found his jaw aching not in the desire to bite you but to speak, something he’d never really wanted before you.
You’d suggested sign language before, after his first attempt to speak to you resulted in an anxiety attack so severe he threw up. It made him feel like a child to be so affected by something so simple.
(The last time he tried to speak, he realized as he heaved over the toilet as you rubbed his back, was when Lan had asked for a divorce. When Lan asked for a divorce because she wanted their baby to have a father that could speak to her rather than recoil at the noise she made. When Lan left him as she concluded he’d never get the words out, hero or not.
He never realized the memory of her leaving their apartment was burned into his mind the same way the memories of his old family’s home was- how speaking only meant frivolous emptiness or heartbreaking rejection- until you stayed with him after.
He loves you, he knows. He loves you the best his disordered mind can. But he loves you so much, he wants to meet you in the middle, for his ‘love’ to reach out and touch yours.)
Today, he has you heaving with both hands slapped over your mouth, elbows incidentally pushing your tits together and accentuating the drying blood smeared across your chest after Yi cut a small, shallow heart into your sternum and ‘encouraged’ you to keep still. The bedsheets under your pretty naked body are drenched from your desperation. Every time Yi’s knife would draw blood he’d counter the pain with fast circles over your clit- but he wouldn’t let you cum. Not yet.
Yi’s thumbs spread the lips of your pussy before thrusting the tip of one in just to fuck with you. The sensation of something inside you after what’s felt like hours has you squirming from side to side, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you work to keep your sounds contained.
He focuses on you. Not his straining cock as he pulls down his boxers, not his real goal for tonight. All he thinks about is the way your legs jump as he pushes his tip in, the tension in your body heightening at the intrusion. His pace is agonizingly slow as he works his way in fully.
Any noise you make is suppressed under your hands when his hips meet yours. You’re looking up at him with big watery eyes and his jaw fucking aches. He spends a long moment staring at you, longer than he intends to, as you break his trance trying to move your hips against his, to get more delicious friction. Your face is pleading with him now, eyebrows curved together.
Yi adjusts his hips and gives one hard thrust against that spot that has your eyes roll back when he hits it just right. The way your knuckles stress under how hard you’re pushing down on your mouth has him gritting his teeth in frustration.
(You’re trying to hard to achieve a goal that has always been unattainable; a goal his constitution pressured you into seeking.
You should’ve never been silent. You accommodate him so much, in ever aspect of your life, and all it does is shrink you down.
Yi doesn’t want you silent. He wants you authentic. Unashamed. Unrestrained. His greatest act of love- and dominance, in this case- could be to keep you from holding back. You wanted his all. It’s time he takes your all, too.)
His big hands grab both of yours and pull them up above your head as he gives you a second delirium-inducing thrust. Your little squeal comes out deliciously clear before you choke down the sound, eyes wide and anxious.
You try to tug your hands back but Yi is much stronger. You can’t keep quiet like this. Both of you know it.
Your expression becomes shocked as Yi’s mouth opens. His throat tightens at the effort to get words out.
The only sound is his panting as he attempts to force his voice to work.
“…You want something?” You whisper.
Yi nods.
“You want-“ your teeth clack from your desperation to close your mouth fast enough at his unexpected thrust.
Yi shakes his head even as your eyebrows turn up in confusion. His other hand pulls at your jaw, coaxing it open, and nodding enthusiastically when you comply.
You’re still confused, anxious even. Another solitary thrust has you choking on air and Yi shaking his head in response.
Yi mouths the words this time, but it’s still empty air.
His urgency is worrying you.
“you hate noise-“ you’re still whispering.
Yi tries the words one last time, pushing his forehead into yours, like his thoughts can transfer through skin and tissue and bone. He presses his thumb into the skin around the cut on your chest.
Not yours. Not your noise.
You are love. You are my heart.
Something must’ve worked because you look stunned. Yi lets you wiggle one hand free to grab the hand pushing on your wound. Your fingers intertwine on your sternum.
“You like my-“ you’re still whispering.
Yi presses his forehead to yours harder.
You swallow, try again, this time at a normal volume, “You like my noise?”
You’re rewarded with his hips pistoning and hands squeezing yours. Your surprised squeak has the hand he restrained you with shooting down to circle your clit. Any anxious restraint has him bearing down on your body harder, forcing your knees to your chest to bracket his heart that he gave you, narrowing your vision until all you can see is him. Yi is breathing hard, eyes wide, more desperate than you’ve ever seen him.
Yi, naturally, has never been vocal during sex. He hasn’t spoken in over twenty years. Mouthing words felt pointless if there was no voice to complete the action, but now it’s like he can’t stop. It’s hard to read his lips with the way his mouth and hips are moving at a hundred miles an hour, but what you’ve managed to decipher has been a nonstop barrage of praise.
Yi’s life was gray as a child, when Lan left, when Nuonuo was hurt, when all that he thought he had left was the chart topping assassin persona that locked him in the same soulless dynamic from home with Rock.
It brightened when “Ghostblade” offered him a way out of that house, when he met Lan, when she had Nuonuo, when he met you. When you loved him as he was. As you continue to allow him to love you his way.
He needs you to know that.
I love you.
Even if he never gets the words out.
I love you.
Wang Yi will never let something precious slip through his fingers again. He will never let it exist just out of reach. This treasured foreign feeling will be nurtured and protected. He will not make the same mistake twice.
I love you.
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Allowing the TBHX heroes to relax in your presence because they feel like more than the images their fans have prescribed them when you’re around
Cyan who can be an ordinary person instead of the idol everyone adores her as. She doesn’t need luck to keep you by her side.
Queen who doesn’t need all her accolades and accomplishments. She could do nothing other than be herself and you’d still love her.
Nice who knows you love his weaknesses and cracks as much as you love the parts of him that people deem “perfect”
Lin Ling who sees you care about him as both a commoner and a hero. No matter which role he’s in, you’re there.
Little Johnny who feels like you see him as a genuine hero instead of the mascot he’s been marketed as. He doesn’t need to prove himself.
Ghostblade who doesn’t have to always have that mysterious, stoic, and cool aura when he’s with you. He doesn’t want to have to hold back showing how he feels about you because of that aloofness.
Dragon Boy who experiences gentleness when he’s with you, not having to take hit after hit and being allowed to rest.
Loli who feels recognized as a truly competent hero with you. You’d trust her with your life and she doesn’t take that lightly.
Ghostblade who is so adroit about your safety. Puts a hand on your shoulder to guide you away from walking towards sharp edges, steadies your wrist when he notices you fumble the knife while you cut vegetables, catches any stray object that is accidentally thrown your way such as frisbees when you take walks in the park together. It’s so effortless and most of the time you barely notice because he can’t say anything about it.
Ghostblade remaining outwardly stoic but freaking out internally when interacting with you. Smile at him and it’s keeping him up at night. Your hand brushes against his. That man is gone. You give him a trinket that reminded you of him. He calmly pockets it but will be holding onto it forever and always thinks of you when looking at it. Don't get me started on the first time you kiss. He just kind of stares off into space afterwards. You'll have to give him a couple minutes to recover. I promise it wasn't something you did wrong.
