Yuumena

You are my golden divine, and I, forever worshipful. ⋆｡°✩ she/her/20s/lazy author/req open

[yuumenakaiser]

Masterlist

"You shall be welcomed to the land of dreams... Where the dreams come true."

Oneshots

୨ ♡ ୧ - Honkai star rail

𝅭ㅤ𝅭ㅤ⎯⎯ㅤㅤִㅤㅤ୨ ♡ ୧ㅤㅤִ ⎯⎯ ㅤ𝅭ㅤ𝅭

୨ ♡ ୧ - Jujutsu Kaisen

𝅭ㅤ𝅭ㅤ⎯⎯ㅤㅤִㅤㅤ୨ ♡ ୧ㅤㅤִ ⎯⎯ ㅤ𝅭ㅤ𝅭

୨ ♡ ୧ - Dandadan

𝅭ㅤ𝅭ㅤ⎯⎯ㅤㅤִㅤㅤ୨ ♡ ୧ㅤㅤִ ⎯⎯ ㅤ𝅭ㅤ𝅭

୨ ♡ ୧ - Tokyo Ghoul

𝅭ㅤ𝅭ㅤ⎯⎯ㅤㅤִㅤㅤ୨ ♡ ୧ㅤㅤִ ⎯⎯ ㅤ𝅭ㅤ𝅭

୨ ♡ ୧ - more to come...

[yuumenakaiser]

The day I pulled a Legend Rare.

So yeah uhm this is just a random drabble I came up with. I'm obsessed with the game called battle cats and I pulled the legend rare and I love him so much, he helps me out a lot so i just wanted to use my free will and randomly write a fanfic about Dawnbringer Izanagi.😭😭

“Please give me something good, please, please…!” you whispered, clutching your phone tightly. “I saved up for so long!!”

Your finger hovered over the summon button for a second before you squeezed your eyes shut and tapped it.

The summon animation flashed across your screen.

Weeks.

No, months of saving.

Skipping banners.

Resisting impulse pulls.

Grinding endlessly while your cat army got demolished by stages that seemed specifically designed to ruin your life. You loved your cats. You really did but some days commanding them felt impossible. Your teams weren't strong enough. Your strategies weren't working and every time you got close to victory, some new enemy appeared and flattened your entire army.

So for once-

Just once-

You wanted a miracle.

The screen flashed.

Rare.

Super Rare.

Uber Rare-

Your eyes widened. The animation changed. A brilliant golden light burst across the display.

"No way."

You leaned closer and stared at your screen. "No freaking way."

Your jaw dropped.

"Legend Rare…?" Indeed a Legend Rare.

“LEGEND RARE?!”

For a moment, your brain completely stopped working.

“There is absolutely no way. There is NO WAY!”

Then-

"OH MY GOD, I GOT A LEGEND RARE?!" Slowly starting to realize what just happened. You nearly threw your phone across the room.

Your hands were shaking.

Your heart was racing.

You'd seen people pull Legend Rares online.

You'd watched videos.

You knew how absurdly rare they were.

But actually getting one?

YOU? Of all the People, you finally got a Legend Rare.

The brilliant light on the screen grew brighter and brighter until it spilled beyond the display itself.

“What the-?”

And brighter.

And brighter.

"...Wait."

A gust of wind swept through your room.

White clouds swirled across the floor and began to swirl around your feet.

Glowing wisps drifted through the air.

And then he appeared.

Floating gracefully above the clouds, dressed in elegant white robes, a divine spear resting at his side. A soft wind filled the room. His icy blue eyes met yours. He had eyes like the color of a clear winter sky.

You forgot how to breathe. 

"What is happening?" You whisper to yourself unable to process what exactly is happening around you. Maybe you were just dreaming, yep that must be it. Too good to be true. 

You stared.

He stared back.

You stared harder. At this point it felt like a contest between you two until he broke the silence with his calm voice.

“Ah.” The figure placed a hand over his chest and bowed his head gracefully.

"My deepest gratitude for your summons." The beautiful man floating in your bedroom said.

Your brain completely stopped functioning. "...Huh?" Was the only thing you could manage to get out. Because what do you mean a battle cat unit was standing in your bedroom.

He straightened, offering a gentle smile.

"I am Dawnbringer Izanagi but please just call me Izanagi."

His voice was calm and elegant.

Every word sounded carefully chosen.

Refined. Prince-like. Like someone from an ancient story.

"I have answered your call. From this moment onward, I shall devote my strength to your cause.”

You looked at him.

Then at your phone.

Then back at him.

Then back at your phone.

Then back at him again.

A LEGEND RARE WAS STANDING IN YOUR ROOM.  A very attractive Legend Rare. Not gonna lie but cough anyway.

A very attractive Legend Rare who was currently looking at you like you were the most important person in the world.

"...You're real. What the…YOU ARE REAL?!"

"If my lady wishes, I may provide confirmation."

You made a very strange choking noise. He confused you even more. “So uhm… you choose…me?” You stared at him “I…” 

You pointed at yourself. “Me?”

“Indeed.” Izanagi inclined his head. “Among countless possibilities, I chose you.” he gave you a sweet chuckle at your reaction.

Your heart immediately attempted to launch itself into orbit. “Y-You chose me?”

“Of course.” His expression softened. “A worthy summoner is not measured by fortune alone, but by determination.”

You remembered the months of saving Cat Food. The skipped banners. The self-control. If you even can call self-control.  The suffering you went through and how badly this game gave you Cat food.

“I observed your efforts.” He gave a small nod. “And found them admirable.”

Your face became approximately the temperature of the sun. “O-Oh.”

“Furthermore,” he continued politely, “your first words upon summoning were quite charming.” 

You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

“Please give me something good, please, please…” he repeated gently.

“STOP.”

“I saved up for so long.”

“PLEASE STOP.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. The smile somehow made him even prettier. This was unfair. Completely unfair.

You buried your face in your hands. “I can't believe this is happening.” The embarrassment was too much to handle. 

“It is fine for you my lady, I am pleased if I may confess.”

"P-Pleased?" You choked out. What in the world does he mean with pleased. 

"Indeed." He placed a hand over his chest once again.

"Of all the summoners who might have called upon me… The countless battles. The hardships you endured while leading your army."

"..."

"The determination with which you continued despite repeated setbacks."

You wanted to crawl under a rock because somehow that was worse.

He knew. He knew about every embarrassing defeat. Every failed strategy. Every time you'd yelled at your phone because your cats got obliterated.

"I wasn't exactly doing a great job..." You whispered knowing to well that you are kinda stuck with your army of cats. Izanagi looked genuinely surprised. "You united countless warriors beneath your banner."

A pause.

"Even now, they place their trust in you. For you as their leader."

The words caught you off guard. You'd never really thought about it that way. To you, they were just game units. Cats. Silly little weirdos that wanted to take over the world.

But...

You had been leading them all this time.

Izanagi stepped closer. The clouds around him drifted gently across the floor. "You sought strength not for yourself." His voice was warm.

"You wished for the sake of those who fight beside you."

Your chest tightened. "...I just wanted to help them win."

A smile appeared on his face. A small one but somehow it made your heart race even faster.

"A noble wish." He lifted his spear. Golden light shimmered around its blade. Then he offered you a graceful bow.

"Therefore, my lady..."

His gaze never left yours.

"Allow me to lend you my strength."

You could barely think.

A Legend Rare. A Literal Legend Rare. The strongest unit you'd ever summoned.

Standing right in front of you. Offering to help. Offering to fight by your side and somehow being ridiculously handsome while doing it. This must definitely be a dream.  Izanagi straightened and extended a hand toward you. "Come."

"Huh?"

His smile widened slightly. "Let us achieve victory together."

The distant sound of enthusiastic cat meowing echoed from somewhere outside. Izanagi glanced toward the window.

Then back at you.

"For the cats."

You laughed. "For the cats?"

"Indeed." His expression remained perfectly serious. "We shall win the battle for the cats."

A brief pause. "With the cats." Another pause. "And, if necessary..." For the first time, amusement flickered in his eyes. "...despite the cats."

You snorted so hard it hurt. And somehow, standing there with your hand in his, looking at the divine prince who had answered your desperate wish...

[yuumenakaiser]

The day I pulled a Legend Rare.

So yeah uhm this is just a random drabble I came up with. I'm obsessed with the game called battle cats and I pulled the legend rare and I love him so much, he helps me out a lot so i just wanted to use my free will and randomly write a fanfic about Dawnbringer Izanagi.😭😭

“Please give me something good, please, please…!” you whispered, clutching your phone tightly. “I saved up for so long!!”

Your finger hovered over the summon button for a second before you squeezed your eyes shut and tapped it.

The summon animation flashed across your screen.

Weeks.

No, months of saving.

Skipping banners.

Resisting impulse pulls.

Grinding endlessly while your cat army got demolished by stages that seemed specifically designed to ruin your life. You loved your cats. You really did but some days commanding them felt impossible. Your teams weren't strong enough. Your strategies weren't working and every time you got close to victory, some new enemy appeared and flattened your entire army.

So for once-

Just once-

You wanted a miracle.

The screen flashed.

Rare.

Super Rare.

Uber Rare-

Your eyes widened. The animation changed. A brilliant golden light burst across the display.

"No way."

You leaned closer and stared at your screen. "No freaking way."

Your jaw dropped.

"Legend Rare…?" Indeed a Legend Rare.

“LEGEND RARE?!”

For a moment, your brain completely stopped working.

“There is absolutely no way. There is NO WAY!”

Then-

"OH MY GOD, I GOT A LEGEND RARE?!" Slowly starting to realize what just happened. You nearly threw your phone across the room.

Your hands were shaking.

Your heart was racing.

You'd seen people pull Legend Rares online.

You'd watched videos.

You knew how absurdly rare they were.

But actually getting one?

YOU? Of all the People, you finally got a Legend Rare.

The brilliant light on the screen grew brighter and brighter until it spilled beyond the display itself.

“What the-?”

And brighter.

And brighter.

"...Wait."

A gust of wind swept through your room.

White clouds swirled across the floor and began to swirl around your feet.

Glowing wisps drifted through the air.

And then he appeared.

Floating gracefully above the clouds, dressed in elegant white robes, a divine spear resting at his side. A soft wind filled the room. His icy blue eyes met yours. He had eyes like the color of a clear winter sky.

You forgot how to breathe. 

"What is happening?" You whisper to yourself unable to process what exactly is happening around you. Maybe you were just dreaming, yep that must be it. Too good to be true. 

You stared.

He stared back.

You stared harder. At this point it felt like a contest between you two until he broke the silence with his calm voice.

“Ah.” The figure placed a hand over his chest and bowed his head gracefully.

"My deepest gratitude for your summons." The beautiful man floating in your bedroom said.

Your brain completely stopped functioning. "...Huh?" Was the only thing you could manage to get out. Because what do you mean a battle cat unit was standing in your bedroom.

He straightened, offering a gentle smile.

"I am Dawnbringer Izanagi but please just call me Izanagi."

His voice was calm and elegant.

Every word sounded carefully chosen.

Refined. Prince-like. Like someone from an ancient story.

"I have answered your call. From this moment onward, I shall devote my strength to your cause.”

You looked at him.

Then at your phone.

Then back at him.

Then back at your phone.

Then back at him again.

A LEGEND RARE WAS STANDING IN YOUR ROOM.  A very attractive Legend Rare. Not gonna lie but cough anyway.

A very attractive Legend Rare who was currently looking at you like you were the most important person in the world.

"...You're real. What the…YOU ARE REAL?!"

"If my lady wishes, I may provide confirmation."

You made a very strange choking noise. He confused you even more. “So uhm… you choose…me?” You stared at him “I…” 

You pointed at yourself. “Me?”

“Indeed.” Izanagi inclined his head. “Among countless possibilities, I chose you.” he gave you a sweet chuckle at your reaction.

Your heart immediately attempted to launch itself into orbit. “Y-You chose me?”

“Of course.” His expression softened. “A worthy summoner is not measured by fortune alone, but by determination.”

You remembered the months of saving Cat Food. The skipped banners. The self-control. If you even can call self-control.  The suffering you went through and how badly this game gave you Cat food.

“I observed your efforts.” He gave a small nod. “And found them admirable.”

Your face became approximately the temperature of the sun. “O-Oh.”

“Furthermore,” he continued politely, “your first words upon summoning were quite charming.” 

You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

“Please give me something good, please, please…” he repeated gently.

“STOP.”

“I saved up for so long.”

“PLEASE STOP.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. The smile somehow made him even prettier. This was unfair. Completely unfair.

You buried your face in your hands. “I can't believe this is happening.” The embarrassment was too much to handle. 

“It is fine for you my lady, I am pleased if I may confess.”

"P-Pleased?" You choked out. What in the world does he mean with pleased. 

"Indeed." He placed a hand over his chest once again.

"Of all the summoners who might have called upon me… The countless battles. The hardships you endured while leading your army."

"..."

"The determination with which you continued despite repeated setbacks."

You wanted to crawl under a rock because somehow that was worse.

He knew. He knew about every embarrassing defeat. Every failed strategy. Every time you'd yelled at your phone because your cats got obliterated.

"I wasn't exactly doing a great job..." You whispered knowing to well that you are kinda stuck with your army of cats. Izanagi looked genuinely surprised. "You united countless warriors beneath your banner."

A pause.

"Even now, they place their trust in you. For you as their leader."

The words caught you off guard. You'd never really thought about it that way. To you, they were just game units. Cats. Silly little weirdos that wanted to take over the world.

But...

You had been leading them all this time.

Izanagi stepped closer. The clouds around him drifted gently across the floor. "You sought strength not for yourself." His voice was warm.

"You wished for the sake of those who fight beside you."

Your chest tightened. "...I just wanted to help them win."

A smile appeared on his face. A small one but somehow it made your heart race even faster.

"A noble wish." He lifted his spear. Golden light shimmered around its blade. Then he offered you a graceful bow.

"Therefore, my lady..."

His gaze never left yours.

"Allow me to lend you my strength."

You could barely think.

A Legend Rare. A Literal Legend Rare. The strongest unit you'd ever summoned.

Standing right in front of you. Offering to help. Offering to fight by your side and somehow being ridiculously handsome while doing it. This must definitely be a dream.  Izanagi straightened and extended a hand toward you. "Come."

"Huh?"

His smile widened slightly. "Let us achieve victory together."

The distant sound of enthusiastic cat meowing echoed from somewhere outside. Izanagi glanced toward the window.

Then back at you.

"For the cats."

You laughed. "For the cats?"

"Indeed." His expression remained perfectly serious. "We shall win the battle for the cats."

A brief pause. "With the cats." Another pause. "And, if necessary..." For the first time, amusement flickered in his eyes. "...despite the cats."

You snorted so hard it hurt. And somehow, standing there with your hand in his, looking at the divine prince who had answered your desperate wish...

[yuumenakaiser]

Okay hear me out...

ULTRON AND RAMATTRA PLEASE ARGRHRHRHRHRHR.

I really wanna write fanfics/drabbles about them but I'm so scared I won't hit their personalities.

IDK maybe someday I'm gonna try because there are not many fanfictions about those two and I wanna write my own-

JUST LOOK AT THEM, MY GOD.

I might be a weirdo but I'm happy to be one.

[yuumenakaiser]

hey friend! I request some Takizawa x fem reader I love you work so much I love the time skip ghoul seidou where he’s calmer (then when he was in aoigiri) sorry for the awkwardness

What does it taste like?

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆. Before you start reading, I had this fanfic in my drafts never really finished! I triied my best to finish it.

This fanfic may look very very weird and questioning, but that's the purpose of it! So enjoy!!

I'm very busy lately so it took me a while to post something again and answer the request! Im in the middle of my studies for the exams AAAAA IM SCARED NGL.

but thank you all so much for the kind words I really really appreciate it.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆. Takizawa x fem. reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆. ⚠️ Mention of death, blood, eatimg flesh

—

Rain again, of course. The sky was filled with heavy grey clouds and hung above Tokyo. Pouring its mood into the streets with relentless drizzle. It looked like it's going to rain all day long.

And naturally, today of all days. He'd forgotten his umbrella at home.

Typical. As usual, he thought to himself.

Just another small cruelty in a long line of them. One he was almost used to by now. Misfortune had a habit of following Seidou like a loyal dog, always a step behind, always nipping at his heels and pouring the bad luck into the right moments of his life. Like it's sitting in front of the door and waiting for him to set a foot outside.

He let out a tired sigh and stood there, motionless, under the overhang in front of the CCG building. His fingers curled in his pockets as he stared out into the curtain of rain, the rhythm of falling droplets pattering against the pavement like a clock ticking down toward something unknown. He could feel the cold air settling into his collar, brushing against the back of his neck.

Maybe he’d just call an uber. Walking home in this kind of weather felt like punishment. A hit in his face. Though, he couldn’t really say what for anymore.

His breath curled out in a white puff, and he mumbled under it, “The universe really has it out for me…”

And then

“Takizawa!”

His head snapped up. He heard footsteps behind him.

“Takizawa, wait!”

That voice.

He turned, blinking against the rain that misted toward him, and there she was, running toward him, a white umbrella in her hand, her shoes splashing through shallow puddles like she didn’t even notice. Her coat flapped open behind her, and her cheeks were pink from the cold, her expression somewhere between annoyed and breathless.

“Are you trying to leave without me, idiot? We said we would wait for each other!” she huffed when she reached him, holding the umbrella out so it covered them both.

He didn’t answer right away. Just stared at her, a little stunned from himself. He really just forgot someone as important as her. His mind wasn't really there. Maybe he isn't really used to company but at the same time he just tried to look for excuses in his mind to not feel so bad. Because why would he forget… her? He should be ashamed of himself.

But in that brief pause, the rain didn’t seem so cruel anymore. But in that brief pause, the rain didn’t seem so cruel anymore. It softened its rhythm against the umbrella.

The sky loosened its grip on sorrow, each drop less a wound, more of a whisper.

He stood there, not dry, not safe, but strangely unafraid of the word with her on his side. As if the storm had forgotten its anger and the misfortune left him for a split second.

Time lingered in that fragile stillness, where even the thunder held its breath, and the world, washed and waiting, felt almost kind again.

But that was a good joke wasn't it?

—

Yet something felt wrong, terribly wrong in that moment, as he grabbed her arm, pulling her away because she was staring too intently into Kaneki’s face. Too close for his liking. Something in that moment cracked, glitched at the edges. Her arm felt wrong. Off.

He remembered. He was not in front of the CCG building with her.

No he was talking to Kaneki and her ghostly figure stared at him.

That got him jealous. What an ugly feeling.

He knew all too well how her ghostly skin felt in his hallucinations. Cold, familiar, weightless. He knew his wife far too well.

The wife he imagined.

His wife who played tricks on his broken mind, yet keeping his only cell of sanity. His only human part. The air seemed to shiver around her. She looked untouchable. No, she looked like she's going to disappear at any moment. She was slipping through his fingers.

How strange. He thought to himself.

She was already dead.

A ghost of his mind. A memory wrapped in flesh and her soul bound to him. Living the hell with him together, like she promised too.

Lost in thoughts in that situation, he hadn't noticed that the world around him paused, A voice echoed through him. Trying to reach out for him.

His eyebrows furrowed. The voice was in the distance and it felt like he was underwater and someone was screaming from above, from the surface.

And then...

A gasp.

He felt like he was choking as the air flooded into his lungs, like a drowning man breaking the surface, desperately trying to swim back up.

And again something felt like glitching, something cracked. And he was somewhere else again. Hearing a faint voice in the back as he cracked his eyes open.

“Seidou! Dear are you alright?” His wife looked worriedly at him. He gazed up from where he was laying, eyes big and wide.

He sat up immediately, trying to understand what's happening.

“You scared me, Seidou. You were moving and crying in your sleep. Did you had a nightmare?” She asked with her oh so sweet voice. So sweet if hurt his teeths.

He didn't understand, she should be dead?

He brought his hand against her cheek, caressing it. She was so warm and felt alive. Warmer then in his “dream” what he thought was reality.

He let out a shaky breath, lips parted as he wanted to say something, ask something but he didn't know what.

She then brought her own hands to his face, cupping it. And wiping away something, his tears he didn't notice. He was crying.

“Oh sweetheart…” she spoke softly, leaning to him and placing her lips against his forehead.

This felt oddly familiar, he shook the ideas out of his head and pulled her into an embrace and cried into her chest. Desperately, finally being awake from such a horrible and humiliating dream.

“Shhh shh..” his wife coed him softly and rubbing his back gently up and down.

“I'm here for you.. I always will be here for you.”

–

But again, something betrayed him. It felt like a sharp sting into his lungs. It glitched and cracked one more time. He doesn't know what is reality? And what are his hallucinating. Everything started to mix up together, so deep he can't even seperate his thoughts anymore.

Yet again his beautiful wife hovered over him, her expression pinched in worry. "Are you even listing to me..?" She asked softly.

He can't even tell where he is anymore with her. Everything felt dark around him.

His only light was her.

She looked so real. Once again. God he missed her so much. And her sweet honey dripping voice.

He couldn’t understand.

She should be dead.

He had killed her.

Hadn’t he?

His hand rose slowly, again, trembling as he cupped her cheek, again. She was warm. Solid. More alive than she had been in what he thought was reality. But what exactly was reality anyway?

Her expression seemed even more worried then before. "Takizawa... Love please say something, talk to me what's wrong?"

He exhaled shakily, lips parted. Words trembled on his tongue, but nothing came out. What could he say? What was there to say anyway? He didn't even understand anything himself. How should he answer his own wife.

She also brought her hands to his face, again, gently cupping it, her thumbs brushing the tears he hadn’t noticed, again. Tears falling freely now, again.

He couldn’t take it.

It felt so real.

It felt too much.

He collapsed into her arms, burying his face in her chest, sobbing like a child. Desperate. Shattered. Grateful.

Finally awake, he thought to himself. finally free from the nightmares was all he hoped for.

At least that was the lie he chose now.

“Shh, shhh…” she cooed, one hand stroking his back in soft, slow motions. “I’m here for you… I’ll always be here for you. I'm gonna listen to your burdens. So please talk to me, I'm here for you Sediou, I always will be.

Even if she wasn’t.

Even if none of it was real.

Even if this was the last lie he had left to live in.

—

Takizawa sat alone at the kitchen table, the photo album open before him. His fingers hovered above the pages like he was afraid they’d crumble. One of the corners was stained with dark water damage, maybe. Or blood. He didn’t remember.

His eyes traced over a picture. She was smiling at him from the other side of a bent kitchen table. A bowl of curry in front of her, his chopsticks reaching toward her plate. She had that look, the one she always wore when she stole the last bite and dared him to complain.

He stared.

And for a moment, it felt like time folded.

He could feel her again.

Arms slid slowly around his shoulders. Gentle. Familiar. Warm.

Soft breath tickled his ear, and her voice whispered, playful and low:

“Guess who?”

His hands trembled. He didn’t look behind him to know who it was.

“Stop messing with me,” he whispered. “It’s always you.”

She laughed quietly. He could feel it against his back.

But the kitchen was cold. And the floor had a crack running through it. And the second chair at the table hadn’t been moved in years.

Still, he reached out with shaking fingers and slid a bowl of rice across the table. Just plain rice. It was all he had now. Ghouls didn’t crave food like this. But he did. Or the part of him that remembered her did.

“Eat before it gets cold,” he muttered.

She didn’t answer. But he imagined she was there, picking at the rice and pretending it was a feast. He remembered her saying:

“You always give me the last bite.”

“Because you always looked at it like it owed you rent,” he replied once.

He smiled. Then the smile broke.

He turned the next page of the album.

A photo of them on the porch. Her head on his shoulder. His eyes half-closed like even then he was slipping away from something. Something he couldn't hold onto.

His throat tightened.

“You were everything good in me,” he whispered.

But the next memory wasn’t in the album.

It was in the dark. In the hunger.

The night he returned and she recognized him before he recognized her. Her voice had called out his name not in fear, but in hope. It had stopped him.

But not fast enough.

There was blood. Her blood. On his hands. In his mouth.

She never screamed.

“You promised to come back,” she’d whispered. “And you did. But you weren’t you anymore.”

He curled forward over the table now, fingers digging into his scalp, nails clawing at skin already torn. His mouth opened in a soundless scream.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

He couldn't stop screaming, tears dripping down on her cold body.

“I am not mad… I never was my charm.”

But there was no one left to hear it. Just a bowl of cold rice and a kitchen where the ghost of her still smiled in every frame.

—

“Leave me alone, Kaneki.” he muttered, the words slipping out the moment the one-eyed ghoul landed beside him on the rooftop.

“Don't you have better things to take care of? Like, what did I hear, you got a child? So fuck off and take care of her.”

Kaneki didn’t answer right away. He stepped forward and lowered himself beside him, legs hanging over the edge as he looked out across the city.

“he said quietly, a faint, almost humorless chuckle following. “Rumors about a white-haired ghoul… wandering alone at night. Still killing humans just to survive.”

Takizawa said nothing for a long moment.

“So what now?” he finally muttered. “You here to arrest me? Or kill me? Honestly… I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

Kaneki turned his head, facing Takizawa.

“No, but you know better, we have a solution to our problems. We fought hard for it.

A pause lingered between them, heavy and unspoken.

“But I'm not here to lecture you. I've noticed that something’s been eating you,” Kaneki added.

Takizawa scoffed, bitterness sharp in his voice. “And how the hell would you know? You’ve got a wife, a kid… your perfect little life. What, you’re still playing the hero? Acting like you care about what’s bothering me?”

Kaneki rose to his feet, then reached down, ruffling Seidou’s hair with a gentleness that felt almost out of place.

“God no, you are wrong again. I merely just came to tell you…”

“You’re not alone,” Kaneki continued. “Takizawa… we’re your family. And whatever’s haunting you…”

He hesitated, drawing in a slow breath, his gaze drifting to something unseen, like a shadow next to Takizawa.

His voice softened. “You have to let it go. What’s gone… deserves to rest in peace.”

[rivalswrites]

Shiver me Timbers

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

Starting off the Ultron train strong with my own fic, I will be going through requests and picking what to write later :)

Summary: Ultron discovers for himself that human reactions are a lot cuter when you actually like the little flesh bag.

Content Warning: Ultron get a little touchy, but it's nothing sexual, he just a little curious (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.)

Masterlist

The group slowly disperses after getting into the Baxter Building, everyone eager to get into their temporary rooms and rest: probably shower as well for most, battle most definitely builds up a sweat. You stayed behind, too tired to make the entire trip up, rather deciding to dramatically flop down onto the big couch in the communal room. Your arm coming up to rest over your eyes to block out the lights, the room quiet other than a fan blowing and your gasps of air that were slowly going back to normal.

“Pathetic” the robotic voice came from close by and so suddenly that you jumped slightly and quickly moved your arm to see who had spoken. Ultron stood on top of the coffee table, probably to show some sort of dominance in the situation, and looked down at you with his arm crossed.

“Oh, it's you.” You muttered, moving your arm back over your face. Your breathing and heartbeat had to restart the process of slowing down, a quick pump of adrenaline flowing through your veins from his scare.

Ultron continued to look down on you, observing before continuing his speech. “You humans, being so drained of energy after such a small fight.” His belittling words didn't affect you much, used to his comments by now. “That is why you'll never be able to achieve pure evolution, like I have.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever big guy,” you waved him off with your free hand, letting it rest on your stomach and even raising your shirt a little to try and get more cool air onto your body to help cool yourself down. “Small fight my ass” you whispered to yourself, taking a deeper breath after.

It was all quiet again, as you had assumed he'd lost interest and went off to do something else, but he was always so quiet that you could never tell. He was like a cat, you huffed out a chuckle at the thought, a mean cat he would be.

Cold metal braced itself into your stomach, causing you to jump from the sudden change of temperature and weight. “Jesus!” you exclaimed, you would've sat up if it weren't for the metal pressing down in such a way you couldn't do so comfortably. “What the f-” you start, moving your arm away from your face to get a look, only to be shocked by how close Ultron’s face was. It wasn't close to your face, no, it was closer to your torso where his hand sat.

“You're taking such long breathes, yet short ones at the same time” he observed, his hand on your stomach following the motions of your breathing.

“Thats- don't you know all there is to human anatomy? You should know what happens when adrenaline pumps through the body, usually from fear!” You raise your voice on the last word, trying to tell him indirectly that he had scared you, and you knew that he had understood because of his intelligence.

He lets out a hum, the metallic voice actually sending a vibration through his hand and onto you. The coldness of his hand and the hum of his voice onto your body caused the reaction of a shiver, goosebumps even popping up around his hand. Curious with the reaction, he drags his hand up more, pushing up against your own hand that hadn't moved, your shirt being pushed up more just by a little. He watched your breath slowly mellow out after he stopped moving his hand and let it rest just about your bellybutton.

“I thought you didn't like humans” you muttered, simply watching him as he sat almost eerily unmoving. “I don't” was all he replied with. His hand slowly moved from completely resting the whole palm on you to tracing a single finger down your side, brushing the back of his finger against where your kidney would probably be. Another shiver raises up your spine, but also a chuckle from when he brushes against a specific spot.

His finger paused after you let out a small laugh, turning his head slightly to look at your face before moving his finger to brush against the same spot. The same reaction occurred, you let out a slightly louder chuckle. He repeated the process a couple times until he seemed satisfied, by then your face slightly flushed from being tickled.

When he had his fun he went and rested his arms on you, crossed over each other and resting on your stomach like it was the most casual thing ever. His head went and followed, resting on your side and faced away from you: and then he just sat there.

Wow, he really was like a cat, no respect for others space.

[suprememachinesquid]

Kinktober Week One, Sadism.

Tamsy Caines x Reader

is it really kinktober if im just writing smut for tamsy caines? should jus call this tamsytober haha, yeah im not funny 🫩

TW: Sadism (obviously), tamsy caines being tamsy caines (obviously), controlling, boderline manipulation, blood

spoilers if you squint, manga readers will recognize it🧐

Youve always noticed tamsys sharp nails, they werent too long and they werent too short, always matained and kept pretty along with other assets. But now you really started to notice them; as tamsy was arising from the couch where he was sitting next to you, he accidentally cut your finger, it was similar to a paper cut. You whined and pulled your hand up to your chest, watching as small droplets of blood began to pool at the top of the wound, and how tamsy was staring at his work in awe.

Which prompted tamsy to contiune 'accidentally' nicking you from time to time, finding it amusing. For you it was an equal battle of pleasure and pain, not understanding if you wanted more or if you wanted to protest against his actions. The real ice breaker came when a drinking party was happening in the commons, a fun get together with all the cleaners. The lights were dimmed and the music was loud enough to where you couldnt hear the squeak of the sneakers from people dancing.

You were sitting out, watching everyone else dance and drink. You yourself didn't endulge in alcohol but that didnt stop you from enjoying yourself. You sat with tamsy, there was a rubber band of tension between you two that never seemed to stop stretching. "I figured you would be out with semiu, why stay here in this corner?" Tamsy asked you in a solemn tone, "i like watching more than i do endulging, its relaxing." Tamsy fidgeted with his long hair, his usually updo with hair wraps now down in a more relaxed look; his blonde hair tied in a simple low bun and the rest left to flow.

"Hmm, i guess it is sort of relaxing to just observe" tamsy whispered, scanning the room until he looked over to you, catching your eyes staring back at him. You glanced away quickly, face reddening, "is it also relaxing to stare at people who are close to you?" Tamsy smiled, he was smug and cunning, a horrible mixture. "Not usually..." You hesitated, "unless said person is, strikingly handsome, i cant help but stare." You swallowed back your anxiousness, being bold around someone who you had a lasting crush on was no easy task.

"Really? You truly think so?" Tamsy smirked, you didnt notice until now how he had scooted closer to you, his hip almost touching yours as the two of you sat on the plush couch. It was obvious tamsy knew the power he had over you, from just his words, and not to mention his constant pain reminders towards you, tamsy knew how to make you fold under sexual pressure.

Not wanting to show any waivering weakness you snapped back, "i know so, tamsy." You locked eyes with him, tamsys beige eyes and hooded lids stared you down, you couldve sworn you saw his eyes flicker between your body and your face. Tamsy took in a note of his current surroundings, knowing that too much more pda would be frowned upon among the cleaners (as if the were even paying attention), so he took matters into his own hands.

"_____, do you wanna comeback to my room?" Tamsy tucked a loose hair behind your ear, "ive been wanting to show you something for a while now." Tamsy purred, you looked up at him wide eyed, unable to look away or move, "um, yes tamsy, id like that..." Tamsy smirked before kissing your cheek, a complete opposite from what was suspected later tonight.

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You and tamsy snuck out of the commons, careful to not catch attention from any cleaners who accompanied the party. The whole walk to tamsys room was like a ticking time bomb, the rubberband of tension being pulled to its limit. Tamsy unlocked the door to his dorm and allowed you to walk in, you stepped inside a couple feet before tamsy had you swung against his door, holding your hips softly. His eyes were half lidded and hungry, "did you expect something different? I can be quite unpredictable." Tamsy whispered, leaning closer to the side of your face, pressing small kisses into your soft cheeks.

"No, i expected this.." You whispered back, voice slurred as you paid attention to tamsys touchiness, enjoying every last drop of it. "What was it? My small talk? Or my monthly hints?" You felt a poking sensation on your sides, your mind immediately jumping to tamsys constant attention he gives you. Your mind raced with what these small pains could mean, "well, i kind of caught on with the pain, but never put much thought into it." Tamsy was pleased, humming at your immediate response.

"So, how would you like to take that even farther?" Tamsy asked, you could only imagine this was his way of confessing to you; constant attention and sweet small talk. But whatever it was you were here for it, ready for tamsy to just take you and you become his. But your fantasies dont overlap your anxious and paranoid thoughts, prompting you to ask "tamsy, this isnt just a hookup, is it?" He went silent, almost as if the words were caught in his throat he went to speak but stopped, swallowing hard. Tamsy shook his head as he held your face, kissing your lips gently, he had hoped that was as much of an answer he could give.

Your mind was content with his answer, if it was believable thats all that mattered. You melted into tamsys kiss, feeling his hands start to run up your sides underneath your shirt, stopping just before he met your boobs. You inhaled sharply, not expecting his cold hands to be traveling up your body. Tamsy chuckled, he kissed the corner of your mouth before moving down slowly, kissing and biting everywhete he could. Tamsy was now stationed at your collarbones, continuing his kisses, you whimpered against his touch.

As tamsy was marking you up you felt the familiar pain of his nails into your ribs, a very sensitive part of the human body. Tamsy was scratching you, it sent butterflies to your stomach immediately, a muffled moan leaving your mouth as you tried to hide your feelings towards his actions of sadism. Tamsy smiled against your skin before resuming his kissing, only this time his hands moved to cup your chest, you gasped as you felt the tip of tamsys nail over your nipple.

"Oh,, tamsy..." You moaned as tamsy circled around your nipple with his nail, pressing into you slightly so you could feel the point. "You like that?" Tamsy whispered into your ear, starting to press down even harder into your nipple; your knees practically buckling. "Yes, oh yes", you threw your head back into the door, loving the sensations tamsy was giving you.

Just as you really began to feel tamsys touch on your chest he removed his hands, you whined in frustration. Tamsy moved his hands to your waist, then your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. You held onto him tightly, heart beating out of your chest. Tamsy removed the two of you from the door, now laying you down onto his plush bed with him looming over you. Your legs were over tamsys hips as you laid on your back, tamsy sat up, reaching behind his head to undo the clip that was holding his blonde hair back, it fell like a beautiful wave. You would be lying if you said it wasnt attractive, it got even better because after he took his hair down his shirt came with it.

Tamsy slipped out of his turtle neck, his pink scars on perfect display. A pit formed in your stomach, you were aroused and also anxious, a cautious mix. Tamsy looked down at you and smirked, liking the way you looked laid down on his bed messy and disheveled.

Tamsy resumed pinning you down, "yknow, i do believe its unfair for just me to be half dressed, hm?" Tamsy hummed, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. You nodded, too flustered to talk, you felt tamsys hands slowly make their way up your torso, slidng your shirt off with it. He allowed you take it off over head, tossing it on the floor. Tamsy stared in awe at your chest, staring especially at the red and irritated ring around your nipple from earlier.

"I always thought you had the most beautiful body" his hands ran down your sides slowly, a feather like softness to them. "Youre so perfet, a meer painted picture" you blushed hard, "i can only imagine how youll look covered in scratches.." Tamsy whispered, leaving almost harsh scratch marks against your skin, leaving a trail of pinked skin behind. Your stomach churned, wanting more of his painful actions.

Tamsys hands reached your waistband, it was an easy removal of your clothing to expose your panties. "Beautiful..." Tamsy leaned towards your face and gave you a long and lingering kiss, just as his hand slipped into the side of your panties. You whimpered, not expecting his cold hands on your soaked lips. Tamsy massaged your entrance for a while before slipping his fingers inside while simultaneously bitng down on your shoulder til you bled, a weird mix of feelings bubbled up inside of you as you moaned his name immediately; it was strange yet pleasurable.

Blood leaked and trailed down to your collarbone slowly, tamsy stared at the mark with a look of lust, licking up your bloodied shoulder as his fingers worked around inside of you. His tongue against your wound left a stinging sensation which only amplified your pleasure, you squirmed and moaned, clawing at tamsys back; hoping to add a few new scars.

Tamsys palm was against your clit as he fingered you, a knot forming in your stomach incredibly soon: Was it from just the fact you were having sex with tamsy? Or is it your newly found pleasure you get from the pain tamsy gives you? Your mind struggled to wander, focusing on tamsy as much as it could. You arched into his hand, feeling him hit a very pleasurable spot inside of you, a moan of his name echoed across the room. Tamsy took his other hand and cut you with nail, right on the top of your boob. You gasped, feeling his fingers stop was torture.

"Shh, or someones going to hear us..." Tamsys voice was smooth as he sat up, looking directly down as your face that was as red as your blood stained shoulder. He slowly started to move his fingers, "you look pretty there, taking me like this" you moaned, tugging at his hair causng tamsy to whimper quietly, losing his train of thought before regaining it, "hahh, yeah, so pretty beneath me... Covered in cuts ive done to you, it feels amazing doesnt it?" All you could muster up was constant moans of his tamsy, his words plaguing your mind.

"Its an act of love, im showng you how much i love you." His fingers quickened, his free hand dragging his nails slowly down your ribs to your lower stomach, his touch was soft your could still feel the tingling of his nails pressing into your skin. "Tamsy,, im, im so close!" You whimpered, hips bucking into his hand desperately as you pulled his hair. Tamsy lowered himself, his face pressing into the crook of your neck as he moaned, trying to hide how much he loved the way your were pulling his hair.

Tamsy bit into your neck in a way of trying to hide his moans, you came on his fingers right as he bit into you. You breathed heavily, jaw hung and your pussy leaked onto tamsys sheets. Tamsy slid his fingers out, removing his teeth from your neck also. Tamsy also had came, into his pants unfortunately, a wet mark right on the area of his crotch. "Youre amazing..." Tamsy kissed you softly before sitting straight up, looking down at the masterpiece he created. Tamsy stepped off the bed without a word and walked over to his bathroom, your eyes followed him carefully. He came back with a warm cloth, washed hands, and no pants on; he probably put them in a laundry hamper.

Tamsy cleaned you up gently, wiping away any cum and blood from your skin. He grabbed your panties from the ground and slipped them back onto you. "Youre a wonderful experience, my love" tamsy whispered, pulling you into an embrace as he threw the covers over the two of you. "You mean it?" You responded, nuzzling into tamsys warm chest, still feeling the excited beat of his heart. Tamsy hesitated for a moment,

"..yes, i mean it."

ahh first october fic, lowkey tamsy was into that hair pulling guys but he doesnt want us to know 🤫...

anyways ill probably post the next one friday, have a competition over the weekend, big bleh 🥱

[rhinedottlr-archive]

Heyy there! May I request a tumblr layout/banner about Phainon. 🙏😔

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⸝⸝ ☕︎ ˖ .°• :: Phainon wheuehueuehe . . . I finished all of my reqs and I loved how I colored this one :3 (I finished all of this at school hehe)

Transparent credits: @/hoyo-transparents : ౨ৎ

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞

[yuumenakaiser]

OH MY GOD SO BEAUTIFUL I'm probably super late but thank you so much

[soarien]

i promise

[yuumenakaiser]

Hymn of proof

A deep, velvet-black night had settled over Okhema, and as so often, the cold rain drummed steadily against the bedroom windows. The constant tapping of the raindrops mingled with a faint rumbling that rolled in from the night sky—a harbinger of the approaching storm. The thunder had already raised its voice; soon lightning would follow, tearing the darkness apart for a few fleeting seconds.

Normally, you sleep soundly in such weather—the sound of the rain is like a lullaby, gently rocking you into dreams. But tonight is different. A quiet sobbing, no more than a whisper, breaks the silence of the night. It comes from the man lying beside you—his trembling body betrays a suppressed pain that instantly brings you to full awareness.

Slowly, you rise, blinking into the darkness, trying to make out the contours of his face. Gently, you place your hand on his warm cheek, your fingers stroking softly over the damp skin. It's wet with silent tears that run down the face of the young man with snow-white hair.

With your other hand, you touch his shoulder, carefully, tenderly. You can feel how violently he is shaking—not from cold, but from fear, from inner torment.

"Phainon... Phainon..." you whisper softly, your lips close to his ear. Your tone is gentle, comforting, like a beam of light cutting through the darkness of his nightmares. You call him back, away from the grip of his tormenting dreams, back into the safety of your presence.

You give his shoulder a gentle shake, slow and careful, just a small signal that he's not alone. Then he jolts, his eyes snapping open, and the sobbing halts abruptly. For a moment, all that can be heard is his shallow, rapid breathing, fluttering through the darkness like a wounded bird.

"Hey... everything is okay. I'm here," you whisper reassuringly as your thumb gently traces circles on his tear-streaked cheek. You slowly lean down and press a tender kiss to his forehead—a silent promise that you'll hold him, even if the world around him begins to fall apart.

"Did you have another nightmare...?" you ask softly, your voice cautious, as if you already know the answer but can't leave it unspoken.

He moves slowly, placing his much larger hand over yours—a silent gesture, heavy with emotion. Then he sits up, slightly unsteady, as if he must first fully return to reality.

After a long, wordless moment, he nods. Barely perceptible, as if even that small motion costs him all his strength. The sobbing returns quieter now, but no less painful and once again, tears trace their way down his cheeks, mixing with the night.

You know exactly what he dreams of. He's told you more than once. And each time, you listened. But they are not just dreams. Not merely shadows of his imagination. It's reality. An endless loop of pain, guilt, and loss. A dark cycle that keeps closing over and over again, without escape, without mercy.

Eventually, even you began to understand the full weight of it. Each time, the realization burned deeper into your heart, as though a silent thorn was slowly growing there. And yet, as much as it hurts within you, compared to what Phainon endures, your suffering feels like a mere bee sting: unpleasant, faintly burning, but nothing in comparison to the storm that rages inside him.

You are both afraid. Of the night. Of the morning. Of the repetition of the same. And yet you've sworn to stay by his side, in every time loop, in every fragment of reality, in every new beginning without end. No matter what may come.

You say nothing. Words would be too small, too dull right now. Instead, you guide him gently, lead his movements until his head finds rest on your thighs. Your fingers glide tenderly through his silky, soft hair—you bury your hand in it, lovingly scratching, lifting the weight off his shoulders for a brief moment.

You hum a soft melody, barely audible, just a breath of comfort floating through the dark room. Phainon lies still in your lap, his breathing shallow, his eyes closed—yet you can still feel the faint tremble of his body, as if the pain inside him is still trying to be heard. Your fingers continue their gentle motion, soothing, steady. And then you begin to sing, your voice no more than a whisper, soft and warm like a silent vow:

"Sleep while the night is young.

Dreams carry you far from harm.

Free from alarm... Safe in my arm.

Please live your life for you and for me."

A soft tremor runs through him, but this time not from fear. It's the shiver of a soul finding refuge, if only for a moment. Your words reach him in the places where everything within him is broken. Slowly, he opens his eyes, looking at you—not quite awake, not fully present, but in them you see a glimmer of something he thought long lost: hope. Fragile, flickering, barely tangible, but there.

A fleeting moment where your gaze meets his—and suddenly, a memory flares up. A day from another loop, under a tree swaying in the warm summer wind. Phainon had smiled—a real smile, though shy—when you handed him a bouquet of wildflowers you'd picked yourself. He had laughed when you claimed each flower had its own personality. You remember thinking his laugh sounded like sunlight.

And now, in the darkness of this night, you keep that light alive with your voice:

"Still, you must carry on,

bearing your burdens for long.

My wish for you, can only come true,

you'll still be here when I am gone.

He barely moves, but you feel his fingers gently clutch your leg—a wordless plea not to let go. Maybe it's gratitude, maybe a silent instinct against the loneliness. Maybe it's just the desperate desire to forget, for one moment, how often everything was taken from him.

Another flashback steals into your heart—a moment by the riverbank, when Phainon tried to skip stones. He was terrible at it, but you didn't laugh. You sat down beside him instead, your knees touching, and for the first time, he began to tell you about his pain. Not everything. But enough to know you'd stay.

"Share your smile with the world.

Live for the path you choose.

Know you were the only one.

That I could never bear to lose."

As you keep singing, you see his expression slowly relax. He nestles closer to you, seeking the warmth of your touch like a ship finally finding calm waters after a storm. Tears still glide down his cheek, but they seem different now—no longer desperate, but soft. Like a late relief.

"Sleep while the night is young.

Dreams carry you far from harm.

My gift to you. Too precious to lose.

Know that you were the future I chose."

Your voice grows quieter, fading into the silence. You remain there with him, your hand still in his hair, your heart heavy but calm. Maybe tonight won't be better than the others. Maybe the cycle will repeat itself. But in this moment, in this brief stillness between time loops, only one thing matters.

He is here.

And so are you.

And the promise between you still lives.

And one day, you will break the cycle.

Of that, you believed with all your heart.

Your sincerely-Yuumenakaiser 11.07.25

A/N: the song is from a game called Tales of Xillia 2. I love it so much and I often hum it softly myself and it reminded me a bit of Phainon.

That's why I was like mhm why not write something about it!

[actualbird]

hey i made this fanfic writer meme. drop in my ask which one u think i am!!!!

(okay to rb!)

[yuumenakaiser]

How to give proper affection; guide by Y/n

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆. Boothill x gn!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆. Lots of fluff ♪⁠～ a bit crack ♪⁠～ not edited yet-

Step 1 : locate the boothill

Today will be a special day, a really special day. A day where you are going to learn how to give affection to Boothill. The proper way of course. So whoever needs to know this. It's our special day of teaching! Well you already have a good prepared plan and it will work for 100%. It's bullet proof, you tested it. How you may ask yourself, you don't know yourself. Great. So-

Cough.

To start this operation you first need to check your weapon. Your hands and lips, what else? Perhaps a pokeba-

Whatever. Your eyes scan the surroundings, the area where boothill should linger around. His favorite place to be alone at sometimes. But today will be different.

And mhm! There he is, you spotted the innocent Boothill who has no clue about all this. He was relaxing on a field eyes closed, letting the sun tickle his face. The only part where he could actually feel touches.

Crouching down between the bushes and carefully moving towards the galaxy ranger without making any noises.

"no one can hide from my sight." you whispered before you leapt forward to attack him. Boothill was now pressed against the grass, his eyes opened and a chuckle escaped his lips. Making you feel the vibration on his chest. His Cowboy hat has fallen off from your attack.

"whoa there! Watcha up to again pumpkin? Tryna trick me with yer sly games again?" Boothill caressed your hair and gave you one of his sharp smiles.

Now it's the right time to begin the second operation! You completed step 1 successfully what a proud feeling.

Step 2 : touch the face of boothill

Moving on to step 2. It is time to get serious, sit down on his stomach so there is no chance to escape at all for him. Boothill blushes slightly from your action and as you refused to let him go but that doesn't matter right now. What matters is that you show him the love he deserves!

"a successful hunt! It's time to move to plan b." You whisper yelled to yourself and let boothill pick up on that you really are playing your games.

"y/n sweet pie I should be the hunter not yer-"

Before he could finish his tricking sentences, you cup his face with your hands and start touching it. Sto

Stroking his cheeks with your thumbs in a rhythmic motion. His cheeky grin faded into a comfortable soft smile and let you do your little plans. He leaned into your touches and moved his head to the side grabbing you by the wrist and placing a kiss on it.

Your face slightly heats up from his affection towards you. This is failing, he should be the one to blush and not the other way around.

"hold still or I have to take stricter measures!"

Boothill furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you a little confused but plays along with you.

"is that so y/n darling? Watcha got in petto." And here he started grinning again and giving your wrist more kisses. You gasped "the prey is trying to charm me, im repeating the prey is trying to charm me I need to move to step 3!"

Boothill let out a deep chuckle again and buries his face deeper in your hands.

"mhm and what is yer step 3?"

"a secret! A full missionary secret!"

Step 3: face cuddles and kisses

You almost failed the operation but you planned everything of course and this next step will totally make him flustered. He won't take the advantage anymore this is your guide and attack of how to give boothill proper affection.

You are slowly using your secret weapon for this. You took a deep breath, placing your hands onto his shoulders. Leaning towards his face and then pressing your cheek against his one. He raises a brow and wraps one of his arms around you and with his other hand he touches your free cheek.

With this position you begin to rub your cheek gently against his and cuddle his face. Smiling proudly and pressing now the other side to rub yours with his as well.

His hand moves to your hair, stroking and playing with it while you do the face cuddling.

"Why yer being so cute today? What's with all these touches on me? Missed me that much, have ya?" Without answering him only humming you move to step 4!

Step 4: ultimate kisses

It is time...for the real weapon...the one everyone would fear...the ultimate kisses.

A huge grin appears on your face, pulling away from rubbing your cheeks against boothills.

You grab again his pretty precious face in your hands. "Are you ready for this Boothill?" He tilts his head lazily and stares into your eyes. Giving you a wide smile again that reveals his sharp teeths.

"ready for anything love."

And with that you start to place kisses all over his face. First off starting to kiss his forehead, moving down to his eyebrows, nose and then cheeks.

Kissing his chin and then you spot his lips and place the ultimate kiss on his lips.

"my my~ look at my dear being the sweetest."

Satisfied with your operation you roll away from him and happily yell "mission completed!!"

But little did you know that boothill will not let you go so easily after that. A shadow appeared in front of you.

"where do yer think ya goin huh? Now we will play my game my sweet prey."

Okay but the end wasn't planned! Now you need to try to escape from him. Time to move to step 5- well actually it has no use anyway there is no way you can escape his hungry eyes.

Upsies.

[yuumenakaiser]

Going to write another one of these , with Phainon since he needs a lot of love, after the new trailblazer quests and maybe Sunday!

Requests are open! (But pls don't forget I'm a very lazy author so it might take a bit of time?)

[hazymoonlinh]

Don’t cry.

Fluff, Phainon x reader

Comfort him when he has a nightmare.

It was supposed to be a quiet night.

After everything—the missions, the monsters, the blood, the twisted screams of half-born creatures—there was finally a pause.

Just one night.

Peace.

You were awake, of course. You didn’t sleep easily. Not with the memories clinging like oil under your skin.

So you wandered the hallways barefoot, trailing shadows behind you like silk.

That’s when you saw him.

Phainon.

Slumped against the couch in the dim-lit common room.

Collapsed there, arms loose around a worn blanket someone must’ve thrown over him.

He was asleep.

But his face—

It was twisted.

Tears slipped down his cheeks in silence, wetting his flushed skin.

His brow was tight. Mouth parted, trembling—like a child trapped in a nightmare he couldn’t escape.

He looked nothing like The Deliverer.

Not the warrior who wielded laughter like a blade.

Not the man who stood between the world and its ruin.

Just… Phainon.

A boy once burdened with too much light, too much death.

Crying like he never got the chance to cry when it first hurt.

And your body moved before your thoughts could catch up.

You walked forward, gentle as moonlight.

You knelt beside him.

Slowly—softly—you lifted his head from where it rested and brought it into your lap.

He murmured something, broken and choked.

Fingers twitching.

Eyes still closed, still trapped.

And you did something… unusual for you.

You reached out—your fingers ghosting over his messy hair.

Then, gently, you combed them through, again and again.

You didn’t speak.

Words were clumsy things.

Instead—you hummed.

A tune from the days when you were nothing.

A tune from when the streets were cold and lullabies were luxuries you made up just to feel human.

The sound vibrated through your chest, soft and low.

A song no one else ever heard from you.

Not even him.

And then—

His brows slowly relaxed.

The tension drained.

And the tears stopped.

Phainon shifted in your lap, curling closer without waking, like a restless child soothed by something his soul recognized even in sleep.

You didn’t move.

Not for hours.

You stayed like that—cradling him, humming to a boy who’d always laughed for everyone but never wept for himself.

Your hand in his hair.

Your breath steady.

When morning came and sunlight reached through the curtains, he stirred.

“…Y/N?” he whispered, voice hoarse, eyes groggy.

Your fingers were still in his hair.

You looked down, quiet. “…You were crying.”

He blinked. Confused. Embarrassed. Like he wanted to deny it, but couldn’t.

“…I didn’t mean to—” he started, but you shook your head.

You pressed a finger to his lips.

“No need,” you murmured. “Just rest. I’ll stay.”

And he didn’t argue.

He let his head rest in your lap again.

No more dreams.

Just the sound of your heartbeat above him—

steady, real, warm.

A lullaby in human form.

He fell still again, breathing soft against the fabric of your clothes.

The way his lashes fluttered, damp from earlier tears…

The faint crease between his brows, still lingering even after the nightmare had passed…

You couldn’t help it.

You leaned down. Slowly.

A kiss.

Soft.

To the corner of his eye—right where the tear trail had dried.

Another to his temple.

A third—ghosting over the bridge of his nose.

Then again.

And again.

Tiny, weightless things.

Kisses that didn’t demand or declare, but healed.

As if you could press comfort into skin, mend the fragile cracks he tried to hide beneath all that sunlight he carried.

Your fingers continued their path through his tousled hair. He didn’t flinch.

Didn’t tense.

He just… sank into you. Silently.

You moved down, barely brushing your lips over his cheekbone, then across the slope of his jaw. A breath left him—not a sob this time, but something tender. Almost a sigh.

He murmured, barely audible, “What’re you doing…?”

You smiled—just a little. Voice low as velvet.

“Making sure you know… you’re loved. Nurtured. Not alone.”

His eyes cracked open slightly, glazed with sleep and something else.

“…That’s new.”

You leaned down again, your lips ghosting over his forehead this time.

“So is crying in your sleep.”

He let out a soft huff—half-laugh, half-exhale. “You saw that?”

You nodded once, nose brushing against his hairline.

“I’ll never mention it again… if you let me stay like this.”

There was a beat.

Then his arms—slowly—rose.

One wrapping around your waist.

The other over your thigh, pulling you closer.

“…Don’t go,” he murmured into your lap.

You kissed his brow again. Firmer this time.

“Never.”

[saruside-01]

why my comfort characters always gotta be the ones with most trauma

[yuumenakaiser]

Im never going to recover from the Amphoreus quest. Poor Phainon, he didn't deserve any of this. IM CRYING MY SOUL OUT.

Also his voice and face expression all the time, made me each second sadder and sadder.

[yuumenakaiser]

CREATIVE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE PLS I BEG YOU, PLEASE SOMEONE DO TUMBLR BANNER/LAYOUT OR ICONS OF PHAINON.

Maybe in his new sexy ultimate form.

I beg you, I need it so badly. AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND THEN TAG ME SO MY BLIND EYES SEES IT.

[smirkingcat]

Kaneki and Arima