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
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!
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.
the story of how you fell in love with wáng yī.
and how you managed to do it again years later.
relationship(s): [romantic; ghostblade (wáng yī) x fem!reader] [platonic; nuònuò x mother!reader, old!e-soul (shēn ào) x reader, loli (luó lì) x reader]
warning(s): angst, smut (18+), pregnancy, single parent!reader, canon typical violence, divorce, a lot of emotional turmoil, hurt with eventual comfort, workplace misogyny
author's note: we're finally working on it guh.... my life's been stressful since i started college and whatnot but i still do love tbhx with all of my heart. also i gave old e-soul a name lolsies hope you guys dont mind since he plays an important role in what i have planned
expect slow updates gulp
ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ (tba)
your love for wáng yī over the years through moments both small and big
'ᴛɪʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅᴏ ᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ (18+) | (tba)
hand in hand, the two of you walk to the edge of an uncertain future, but you aren't sure if wáng yī is willing to take the plunge.
though you're sure you'll make it together.
you always have.
Ghostblade with someone who thinks his assassin aesthetic is just as cool as he does. You practically have stars in your eyes when you meet him for the first time. And he’s slightly taken aback by your eagerness, but he appreciates finding someone who understands and is into what he’s going for with his hero persona. Soon he’s nodding along with all the details you point out about his outfit and weapons.
