#last time someone asked for HC I thought they meant Hurt/Comfort

[impactedfates]

Hi hi I'm feeling so cruel right now >:]

So uuuh HCs for DH[IL], Jingyuan, Blade and Welt reacts how does their child [reader] dies... Like imagine how reader dies is like how the Genshin Playable characters die [they dusted away]

Please feed me a n gst

—🫶🏻 Anon

★ A/N: The way the reader dies reminds me of how one of my ocs species dies lmao. Hopefully this is up your ally :))

☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial + Angst

★ Format: Bullet Pointed HeadCannons (It kinda turned into a mini story I think-)

☆ Warnings: Mentions of Death (Readers)

★ Extra: Adopted reader in all // Reader is under 12 for Dan Fengs, and in their teens for the rest // Giving Jing Yuan more of a sad life/hj // Wrote this in WellBeing class lmao // Characters may be OOC

Dan Feng as a High Elder doesn’t always have the time to really see you. Sure when he first adopted you he did spend a good chunk of his time with you but eventually his duties caught up.

He appointed someone to look after you. Someone that you knew and that he knew. Someone trustworthy.

So when he came back to his home early one day, the house dead silent. He grew worried. He called out to the person, to you. But there was no response.

He walked to your room, perhaps the both of you fell asleep. Wouldn’t be the first time.

But all he could witness was dust covering your room. And the man no where to be seen.

He knew instantly where that dust came from, he was quick to search for him. Found him hiding thinking he could get away, unaware that Dan Feng would be home early, unaware Dan Feng would catch him.

The man he had trusted to protect you, was the same man who ended the life you should’ve continued to have.

Dan Feng was quick to throw the man in the Shackling Prison, praying to whatever Aeon that can hear him that he gets what he deserves.

He collected as much of the dust that was still in his house, the last thing that he had of you. And carefully placed them in a jar.

Many question the High Elder why he holds a jar of dust so dearly to him, and all those times he refuses to answer. Not wanting to break down in front of the other Vidyadharas.

It was only a mission, a mission he sent you and Yanqing on. He had thought there were only a few Mara struck soldiers that had to be defeated.

He had wondered why Yanqing slowly entered the Seat of Divine Foresight without you. He had wondered why Yanqing was breathing rapidly and on the verge of tears.

Jing Yuan comforted Yanqing before asking about your whereabouts. Perhaps you were getting snacks after a successful mission? Yanqing could only try to explain in a shaky voice, clearly startled and upset.

But why would he be upset? You were his adopted sibling and was usually so kind to him. You wouldn’t have done anything to hurt him?

Yanqing tried his best to explain, stuttering over his words and needing to take a few deep breaths, the General listened carefully.

…Ambush? Well…Jing Yuan supposed he made an error in that. He only thought there were a few. Wow, if you and Yanqing didn’t know about that then you could’ve been caught off guard and…

Oh!

Oh…

Jing Yuan quickly connected the dots, he slowly held Yanqing closer, witnessing his own sibling fall to the hands of the Mara struck then be faced with dealing with the remaining enemies…he couldn’t imagine the stress.

A ceremony was held in your honour. Your dust already gone away like the wind so your memories will follow as he sends multiple starsciff at with gifts.

But he’ll always remember, he’ll remember the regret he felt that he couldn’t do anything nor could he have seen that an ambush would occur.

He wished he could’ve done something.

Are you dumb or something??

Blade could’ve taken that hit. Why’d you have to take it!?

He would’ve been fine. He wouldn’t been okay, a relief would’ve washed over him even though he knew he’d survive.

So then why did you have to take the hit that was meant for him, and leave him in a state of rage?

He quickly disposed of the pests that caused your demise, before trying to check on you. But all he could do was watch as your body dusts away.

He tried his best to grab any dust he could but most went with the wind. All he could do was stand there questioning why you would do that.

He said he’d protect you. Everyone else in the Stellaron Hunters were busy so he had to take you with him when he did his part. Yet it ended with you gone.

There was a small ceremony for your disappearance from the earth. Elio as much as he may not want too, he continued sending people on missions however allowed Blade to opt out of them he could properly mourn.

Blade still wonders why you decided to save him when he would’ve been fine, he wonders if he’d be able to save you if he noticed the enemy creepy behind him.

It was just a small argument. Welt felt bad but allowed you to storm off. You’d return eventually anyways. You’d return once dinner was ready back at the express, you knew what time that was.

But you never did return did you? Welt had thought long and hard and was ready to apologise for his words yet you weren’t back yet? Did you get dinner then go to your room?

He went to check, your room was the exact same you left it.

Did…anyone see you come back? He questioned the members of the express. None have seen you.

Finally he grabbed his coat and cane and went to look for you. Went in the direction you went and searched. As he walked his foot stepped in something. Looking down confused, his eyes widened.

Golden Dust. Dust that he knew belonged to you. Dust that told him you were gone.

And he wasn’t able to tell you he was sorry.

Welt is silent as he walks back, he let the wind take your dust elsewhere. A place he hopes you’d be happy in.

He was quiet but able to tell the express what happened. Each of them holding a small funeral for you. They kept your room intact, filled with things you loved before locking it. That room will no longer be filled with warmth but will soon grow cold.

Welt drew a picture of you, keeping it safe with him. And despite how it may seem that eventually he was over your death. He could never be.

Not until he was able to apologise for the argument.

But that won’t happen anytime soon now will it?

This was actually rlly fun to write!! Especially in well-being haha. This was meant to be posted yesterday but something came up so here it is now haha.

Might've missed some warnings, so as always. Please inform me if I did.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #hsr imagines #platonic hsr #Dan Feng x Reader #Dan Feng x You #Jing Yuan x Reader #Jing Yuan x You #Blade x Reader #Blade x You #Welt x Reader #Welt x You #Platonic Dan Feng x Reader #Platonic Jing Yuan x Reader #Platonic Blade x Reader #Platonic Welt x Reader #🎭 masked fools #hsr platonic

[somethingjustsouthofbrilliance]

Phileas Fogg and Touch Aversion

I'm going to try to resurrect a post I had written on twitter a while ago when I still had an account there (and when it was still called twitter). It's long, so bear with me, and do keep in mind that these are just my hc's and there's always room for interpretation.

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So one thing that becomes clear about Phileas from the start is how much he tries to avoid physical touch. Even with those he knows well, like Grayson. Look at how stiff he is here, how he avoids eye contact, how he leans back a tiniest bit.

This physical discomfort is even more obvious with strangers, of course. Especially with strangers who threatened and intimidated him only hours earlier. Even when the contact is no longer a threatening one (you all remember senor Moretti, yes?)

Remember the aborted hugs? The man is so excited to see Passepartout alive that he forgets himself for a moment....

...only to remember at the last minute and have the hug become nothing more than an awkward (safe?) handshake

or, in Abigail's case, a near-pat on the arms

But it's something deeper than just simple intimacy avoidance. There seems to be a discomfort, a fear almost of physical closeness with ADULTS. I'm going to veer onto a slight tangent here that ties into my hc about Fogg's childhood and take a look at this scene in the desert:

Remember how incredulous Passepartout was when Fogg asked him to move because he, ostensibly, couldn't pee otherwise? "I thought you went to boarding school" he said, the implication being "why are you so afraid of having someone stand next to you when you pee?"

The whole situation is funny to Passepartout (and meant to be so to us as well), but Fogg doesn't appear to be amused in the slightest. He pleads, actually pleads with Passepartout to move. And look at how uncomfortable he is. How he tries to block out Passepartout's presence.

And look at this moment here. This is where Passepartout whips out his joystick &starts watering the sand. Look at that cringe, that nervous swallow. I'm not saying this man was definitely traumatized in boarding school, but... he was definitely traumatized at boarding school

This is not to say that he can't handle physical contact at all. He can and does when the situation demands it. When it's a matter of life or death, for instance.

But notice the reluctance, the uncertainty even here.

The only time he DOESN'T hesitate? When someone else needs it, needs HIM.

When it's him alone however? Even when the touch isn't remotely threatening?

He freaks out and tries to run.

And when running is not an option? Freezes like a deer in the headlights.

This moment here shocked him so completely that he drew a blank on all thought, and it wasn't until the lieutenant had uttered the word "coward" - the word that keeps driving him forward - that he snapped out of it

It's different, of course, when it's Estella.

He doesn't shy away from her touch. Welcomes it instead.

Initiates the hug and follows through

Estella is safe. Estella cares about him. Estella would never hurt him. But that kind of safety, that kind of certainty - it doesn't exist where other adults are concerned. Not yet. So he errs on the side of caution and stays back when everyone around him is hugging and celebrating

Doesn't respond to enthusiastic shoulder pats and friendly arm squeezes when he makes his triumphant return home. He looks uncomfortable. Lost. Wary.

Compare that to Abigail's reaction in the same scene

But there are also others whom Phileas is comfortable with, in addition to Estella. Those whom he doesn't view as a threat: kids.

Look here at Alberto plopping to sit down right next to him. Phileas doesn't even flinch. Accepts his presence easily with no discomfort shown

Smiles at Alberto just as easily, too.

Look at Noori here. She grabs him by the hand, drags him behind her. He doesn't mind one bit.

Look at Fogg's reaction when that girl runs out to hug him. He is surprised but not frightened. He goes soft and maybe even a little happy. He hugs her back. He thanks her.

Now look at the difference when Abigail goes to do the same. He stiffens immediately. Pulls back. His whole posture screams "get away".

It doesn't mean he doesn't WANT the physical touch. He does. Longs for it, in fact.

But he believes he lost his chance for this closeness, he mourns the loss of it, and he doesn't think it's for him anymore. He's also likely afraid to test if what he believes is true.

BUT... But... There's a silver lining to all this. Because there IS character growth for him in more ways than one, and he DOES become braver and stronger in more ways than one. And in the end he DOES dare to reach out and he DOES find the courage to NOT pull away.

If you've gotten this far, thank you for reading :) And please come check out my ATWI80D fics where all of this is explored in greater (and angstier) detail. ;)

#around the world in 80 days #phileas fogg #atwi80d #sjsob gifs

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

To you he's a menace to society, he's my little princess though. I'm back and here to serve more ideas of my favorite mean bbg 💗💗

Ok ok so I know this is based on the fic I sended, but can you imagine tan's wife being just so sassy? Walking up to this well known and feared leader, hand on our hip, smug smile, not a care in the world and saving our boys. And we always win because I said so.

Which brings me to my next point, acting. (I'm not obsessed with this idea at all haha) Now, this is silly but hear me out, since in the movie, the prince is a diesel because of her acting and how she bluffs, what if reader is arguing she's also a diesel because of her great acting skills. All I know for sure is that Lem would be so pissed at what we just said.

I hc that Tan doesn't spend much time on the internet, so when we send him "I'll see you at 14:37 :)" don't expect him to know. Lem would be like "you fucking dumbass" and having to explain what it means. (1437 = i love you forever)

Casual dom with Tan?? Pulling you by the waist so thar on the sidewalk you're further from the cars. Giving you his jacket because you "forgot" yours at home (he secretly loves it) scolding you when you don't eat and holding your chin up to make you look at him

This one is self indulgent but, wearing heels all day and you're legs hurt so he offers you a piggy back ride back home :((

Last one, I think he's kind of hesitant to open up at first but as time went by, and you two get married, what do you think will change in your relationship?

OK LAST ONE FR THIS TIME I'm feeling a little mischievous, giving him an attitude? 😱😱 shocking but,, how will he react? Please share thoughts ☺️

Also,, that text conversation ?? Delicious, thank you for the food ma'am. A while back, when I send one of these ideas asks (idk how to call them) I mentioned how it'll be like to be in a groupchat with these two and the fake sms app is exactly what I had in mind. Now that I saw the post, I wanted to ask if you could do something similar but I'm aware it's probably a lot of hassle so it's okay if you don't want to !! Sorry for any spelling mistakes!!  💺 anon

I love wearing sunglasses bcs no one will know what you're looking at haha. I say as I'm obviously staring at Tan's chest

hii!! ofc ofc, please enlighten me with ideas of our cute wholesome angel😩!!

1. like a protective mama bear 😌 always looking out for our little princesses. and yes to winning bc that’s the only way tbh

2. 😭😭😭 yes!! would kinda imagine as a femme fatale just bc it’s badass, and she would have many skills- acting one of them!! like someone you watch in a movie, and you’re like she’s fucking cool

3. yes!! feel like he’s a bit old in that department - he’s not really ‘up to date’. tbh I didn’t I know what that meant either until I read your last line😭 I feel like Lems the opposite of tan with the internet, he just knows things

4. ARFFGH LOVE IT!! he’s very chivalrous bc I say so! he NEVER lets you walk on the outside of the pavement!! always holds the/ your bags !! holds you close if you’re both out at night!! makes you food if you haven’t eaten!! makes you drinks- big acts of service kinda guy🫠😌 MAYBE… he doesn’t need a jacket but always brings one bc he knows you’ll get cold :((

5. so cute !!! especially if you went on a date!!

6. he’s a tough nut to crack!! dare I say a little difficult to love at times😶 I think he just needs lots of genuine reassurance and support to get you both past that first barrier. also he probs tries to push you away. but once you’re comfortable with each other and had a lot of time to learn from one another, he’ll be a great partner!! as most people, he gets more comfortable with time, so he’ll start to annoy you and wind you up for fun. maybe might argue more as time goes on, but they’re not that serious, nor are they petty, just standard ones

7. he knows how to shut you up, that’s all im gonna say

8. ugh you’re so welcome, love feeding my children😌 yes yes ofc!! just need to figure out how to that (bc it’s 3 people) I send messages to my ipad and respond that way😭 so if I find away to make a group chat as such, I’ll definitely let you know

9. he’s got such a pretty chest🥹

#💺 #tangerine #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader

[rougepancake]

notre dame

Ft. Rohan Kishibe & Jotaro Kujo x Eldest Daughter!F!Reader

Warnings: None. Just some hcs for how they’d act with a stubborn gal like the eldest daughter. (Please it’s mostly fluff I couldn’t help myself). Not proofread.

ROHAN KISHIBE

Upon first meeting, he finds you incredibly unbearable. He hates that attitude of “everyone just depends on me, I can’t let them down” or “if I don’t step up then no one else will, and I can’t risk that”

What didn’t help was that you were a well known painter, which meant that he would constantly be seeing you at exhibits whenever they opened.

Mainly because your pieces were being put on display. (That only infuriated him more)

Upon further inspection, he realized that your pieces were of abstract things. And there was always a girl with her back facing the audience who was enjoying said things

He hated that he liked your style

In fact, he convinced himself that he totally hated you so that when Koichi brought you by the next time, he had a reason to be a dick

EXCEPT KOICHI DIDN’T BRING YOU BY

YOU BROUGHT YOURSELF

And to say he was stunned would be an understatement

He was genuinely surprised that you had just appeared because you were… worried??

“What do you want?” He leaned in the doorway, sneering down at you. “I’m a busy man so spit it out.” He was nagging you but he wasn’t really that annoyed. You were in front of him, your arms full of your art supplies and your tone serious.

“Koichi told me a while back that you tend you shut yourself up when you’re writing.” You began, and he had such a hard time understanding your tone. “So I figured I would give you some company. It wouldn’t hurt, right?”

And for whatever reason, he couldn’t tell you no. Which he also hated.

Dude was stunned that you went out of your way tbh. Was even more stunned when you began to paint in silence

He got distracted tho and accidentally ended up scratching himself with the pen pretty badly

You asked him if he was okay and immediately began cleaning up his ‘wound’ even though he didn’t ask you to

“Hey! Get your hands off of me!” He pulled his hand away from your grasp, shooting you a sharp glare.

“It’ll get infected if you don’t clean it.” You said stubbornly, returning his glare and grabbing his wrist harshly. “And I know you don’t want that to happen.”

That’s when it clicked for him

You spend all your time taking care of others. It was best demonstrated in the way that you often defended Josuke or Okuyasu in battle- even though you didn’t have a stand

Even if you were injured, you wouldn’t let Josuke help you. And your stubbornness bothered him

Rohan seemed to realize that you put yourself last for everything. Even when you guys have gone out and there’s something you want, you put it off for another day

Or if someone offers to pay for you, you refuse and pay for yourself

You’re just always last on your list of priorities

And in that moment he seems to have some sort of epiphany

“Why do you paint?” He looks down and into your eyes, ignoring the stinging in his hand as you tend to it.

“I don’t know.” You shrug it off, and he swore he heard your voice shake.

“Fine. Be that way.” He huffed and crossed his legs. “What do you paint?”

You froze. “Excuse me?”

“What do you paint?”

You sighed softly and looked up at him, your eyes shining in slight awe. “No one’s ever asked me that before.” You paused. “I paint my favorite things. Why do you ask?”

“Ah.” He said simply, looking away from you. “I’ll let you have this one.” He sighed. “You’re not as annoying as I thought you to be.”

After this he pampers you and gets called out by Josuke

But pampers in the sense of like “hey I saw these paints and thought they would look good with your style”

IMMEDIATELY BACKTRACKS AFTERWARDS

Watches you paint in silence a lot. He has come to the conclusion that it’s peaceful for the both of you and has found your presence to be quite comforting while he’s working on a project

Still finds that “everyone before me” type of personality annoying and calls you out on it A LOT

JOTARO KUJO

Rohan found you insufferable but Jotaro finds you ABSOLUTELY INTOLERABLE

He genuinely hates it and he hates how you’re okay with it

Like people come to you and just dump their woes on you and you’ve come to accept it and he’s like tf??? No???

It makes no sense to him because you just seem to take care of everyone and put yourself last. Like every single time someone gets injured, you pull some mom type bs and suck it up and help them

Even when Josuke is right there- like you insist on helping (Josuke heals them when you leave or turn your back since you don’t have a stand and won’t understand what’s going on)

Jotaro finds your “I don’t need people to take care of me but I need to take care of others” vibe to be useful, but at the same time he just can’t stand it

When he first met you, he had come across you while you were working. He found out later that you’re a good friend of Josuke’s mother and that’s when he officially got to meet you

Your arm was broken and yet you were running around the house, shouting at Josuke and helping his mother with her chores

It left him stunned in a way that he didn’t know was possible

When you introduced yourself to him, he brushed you off. He could tell you weren’t down for his tough guy act

BUT HE DIDNT CAREEEE RAHHHHHH

He figured if you really wanted to get to know him, you’d push past his stubbornness and do so, but he soon found out you were equally as stubborn as he was

You found him at the Grand Morioh Hotel and offered to put your stubbornness to the side if it meant that you got to know him better

I’ll be so honest the first thing you asked about were the various scars on his body

He was surprised because typically people don’t ask about them. They just assume that they were from his delinquent days and move on

It was so weird to him that he just kinda stood there awkwardly and looked at you

“Since I’m here and all- why don’t we get to know each other?” You shrugged and walked over to a nearby chair, sitting down and crossing your legs as you looked up at him.

“Makes no difference to me.” He grumbled and crossed his arms, tilting his head just right the brim of his hat covered his eyes.

You sat in silence for a while, observing him. “Tell me about those scars. The ones at the base of your neck.” You pointed and propped your elbow up onto the armrest of the chair.

“Excuse me?” He looked at you and you saw the hint of surprise shining in those eyes of his.

“If you’re uncomfortable, then you don’t have to. But I’d like to know what happened. They look pretty rough.”

He told you and internally LOVED how you listened intently, asking questions and paying attention to his every word

But he didn’t tell you that 🙄

He’s picked up on how you both tend to put others first, and bit by bit, he warms up to you

It starts with slowly agreeing with what you’re saying, or helping you do minor things like clean up. It’s things like that that he secretly enjoys doing with you

And while helping you pick up after Josuke while his mother is away, you wound up cutting your hand on a shard of broken glass

Hurt like a bitch but you didn’t let him know that

He forced you to take a break and sit down so he could clean it up and OH BOY it was worse than he thought

Especially your reaction to it

“I’m fine, alright?” You huffed, trying to pull your hand away from his grasp. The palm of your hand was oozing with blood, and you just knew it was going to scar. It stung so bad that you had tears in your eyes, but you bit your cheek to prevent yourself from seeming weaker than you already looked.

“Shut up and let me clean that thing.” He argued, rolling his eyes and grabbing your wrist harshly, resulting in a hiss of pain from you. He slowly wiped away the blood from your palm, furrowing his brows in concentration as you worked. He felt his heart drop when he saw you shaking slightly.

“I said it’s fine.” You choked out, sighing at his determination. His grip on your wrist loosened and he hummed in response to your words.

“You don’t seem fine.”

“That doesn’t matter. I will be soon enough.”

He began to disinfect it, his arm instinctively flying out to hold you in place as he worked. You tensed up in pain, but said nothing, refusing to look down at him for fear that he might see your tears.

“You’re right.” He mumbled. “You will be fine.” He paused and grabbed the gauze. “But you can’t be stubborn all the time.”

He’s still a bit of a douche to you, but then again you are too

But then you guys come to a mutual realization that it’s okay to confide in someone and after that you really begin to warm up to one another

He still enjoys helping you, but hates doing it where Josuke can see or hear because he knows he’ll never hear the end of it

“Oooh you like my mom’s friendddd” “Shut the hell up.” “Yes sir.”

Takes no shit when it comes to you at that point. If he sees someone giving you hell after you’ve been through enough then he’s gonna kick their ass.

Tsundere type like Rohan but we love him so it’s okay

Is so willing to listen to all your family problems and such, constantly telling you that you’re his favorite out of all of them or cheesy stuff like that. (He hasn’t met a single one of your family members and would like to keep it that way for fear he’d beat them for looking at you the wrong way)

Both of you still nag each other for being stubborn, but now you’ve come to an understanding, so it’s slightly more tolerable than your first encounter

#jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #jotaro cujoh #jotaro kujo x reader #kishibe rohan #rohan kishibe x reader #rohan au louvre #rohan kishibe #jjba fanfic #jjba x reader #x reader #comfort #eldest daughter reader #trauma bonding #😩😩😩 #x eldest daughter reader

[jays-bookmarks]

Falling Leaves (Kazuha x gn!reader)

I woke up today and chose violence >:3c

This was inspired by some hcs I saw that said Kazuha would be too passive and conflict-averse to ever sit down and address the problems in your relationship so the tension would just build until it all falls apart and boy I was thinking about that all night,, so I had to write something about it lol

I might write a part 2 where you guys make up if people want to see it bc goodness knows I can't handle pure angst like this lmao

Summary: You love maple leaves, yet so many goodbyes seem to happen when they turn red. They say if you love someone, set them free... but why does it hurt so much? Words: 927 Warnings: angst w no comfort, Kazuha has attachment issues :(

Autumn was always your favorite season in Inazuma. With it came a break from summer's constant balmy air that always stuck your clothes to your skin, and the farmers' harvest that meant a huge variety of dishes for you to sample. Yet the most important change in autumn was the leaves of the maple trees that dotted the Inazuman landscape. There was something about this last burst of color before the trees shed their leaves for the winter that always left you in awe, and on more than one occasion you had to quickly apologize to someone you bumped into because you were too busy watching the trees.

In recent times, though, the autumn leaves reminded you of something else. Someone else, to be specific.

That someone was sitting next to you, his back leaning against the trunk of the maple tree the two of you were relaxing under. Every once in a while, a breeze rustled through the branches, blowing a few crimson leaves to the ground.

The two of you had spent many afternoons like this, simply enjoying each other's presence. Yet today, as with many days previously, you felt something had changed.

You shot a glance at your beloved. He was silent, a contemplative frown on his face. You had caught him wearing a similar expression on many occasions when he thought you weren't looking, and, after weeks of gentle prodding that got you nowhere, you were determined to get an answer out of him today.

You sighed, prompting Kazuha to look at you with a questioning hum.

"Kazuha, are you… okay?" You asked.

Kazuha smiled, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead. "Of course. I'm with you, aren't I?"

You bit your lip. This was the same evasive answer he'd been giving you every other time you brought this up to him.

"That's sweet, Kazuha, but…" you paused. "You've been sort of… distant… lately, even when we're together."

"…I'm sorry, my love. It seems I've neglected you yet again."

"No, this isn't about— this is about you. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, love."

You sighed as silence fell over you both. You knew he was avoiding the question, but you decided that the issue had gone on unresolved for long enough, so you kept pressing.

"Is it because I asked you to spend more time with me?"

You hated considering the possibility, but you had to be sure either way. Kazuha stiffened beside you. Though it was only a brief pause before he spoke, it told you everything. After all, he wasn't very good at lying, especially not to you.

"Of course not, love. The time I spend with you is the most precious of them all."

Your chest tightened as you took a shaky breath. It's not like this was unexpected. You had felt the distance between you two growing by the day, but you deluded yourself into thinking that you could still bridge the gap. Maybe if you had said something earlier… reached a little harder… but... no, he was too far gone. You should've known better than to cling so tightly to such a free spirit. You were someone who craved stability and reliability, and this was something Kazuha simply couldn't grant you.

With that realization, you asked your final question.

"Am I… tying you down?"

Another pause. Kazuha let out a long sigh. "In truth…"

You drew in a breath, your hands clenching at the fabric of your shirt as you prepared to receive the blow of his words.

"No."

You looked up in shock, the tension deflating from your body as you met Kazuha's gentle gaze. He smiled, but the twinkle in his eyes you had grown to love was nowhere to be found.

You shook your head, pinching your eyes shut so you didn't have to see the pity in his gaze.

"Don't lie to make me feel better, Kazuha," you said. "If I'm really holding you back from being happy, then—"

You cut yourself off, unable to voice the thought that had surfaced in your mind. Tears began to roll down your cheeks, but no hand came to wipe them away.

"Then… is this goodbye?" Kazuha said, his voice soft but steady, just like it always was, betraying no hint of emotion.

"…it doesn't have to be."

You wanted to grab him by the hand and beg him to stay; you wanted to pull him into an embrace and hold him until he promised to be by your side forever; but most of all, you wanted him to smile again, properly, without that distant look in his eyes. So you kept your arms wrapped tight around yourself. They say if you love someone, set them free… but why did it hurt so much?

Kazuha pushed himself from the ground, the soft swish of fabric the only other sound besides your trembling breaths. Even the breeze had died down, as if the world itself was holding its breath to see what would happen next. Kazuha stood before you for a moment. You wished you could see what expression he wore, but you couldn't bring yourself to look up at him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy," he said. "Goodbye."

He turned and started down the path back to Ritou, his footsteps fading with your final shred of hope. You buried your head in the cocoon of your body and sobbed. So this was it. All the time you spent together, over with a single word.

Goodbye, Kazuha. I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy.

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[adoringhaikyuu]

they reject you and regret it afterwards

CHARACTERS: kuroo + iwaizumi + osamu + (gn!reader)

REQUEST: pspspsps i hope its okay if i drop my request here since i saw that yours are open :D can you maybe do how kuroo, iwaizumi and osamu rejects reader confession ( they are best friend ) because they have feelings for another person but later they regret it when they moved on? i love it when the boys realize it later how much the reader means to them but y/n took the chance to move on and have a sexy glow up ✋😩 yessss i wanna see them suffer at the end >:) • by anonymous

WARNINGS: dumb boys hurting your feelings and you hurting them right back :/

NOTES: i feel like i’m not too good at writing angst lol but i made these blurbs instead of hcs! 

kuroo let you down easy, not wanting to hurt your feelings––to be honest he did feel something for you, but he wasn’t sure if it was what you wanted it to be. he felt more certain of the feelings he had for someone else. someone you slowly watched him admire from afar until he worked up the courage to start joking with them, then offering to buy them lunch and so on. 

you still remember the awkward smile he gave you when you confessed to him, the smile that absolutely broke you because it showed you how much he didn’t want you the way you wanted him. not enough to give up his efforts with someone else. “i’m flattered y/n, but i’m sorry i just––you know i have a date this week...” 

you’d looked down immediately, unable to look him in the eyes longer and swallowed back the lump in your throat that was aching to come up in a sob. “yeah yeah, i’m sorry i just––let’s forget this ever happened, yeah?”

you gave him your most convincing smile and he agreed, wanting everything to be normal between the two of you.

but it wasn’t until he’d gone on a few dates with them to realize that it didn’t feel right. it didn’t feel familiar, the way he thought it would. it wasn’t the same comfort he felt in your presence. when they texted him, he didn’t feel the same burst of happiness he felt when you messaged him. he tried to wait it out, to see if things would change, but they didn’t. they just weren’t you.

it’d been a few weeks since you’d confessed and gotten rejected, but you decided to move on instead of dwelling on his unrequited feelings––it wouldn’t do you any good to wallow and weep over your best friend. you wanted him to be happy, and you deserved to be too. so you knocked yourself out of that sad headspace and changed yourself up a bit. you started to value yourself better than you did before, you dressed the way you wanted to but were always afraid of doing and everything about you just brightened up. and other people noticed as well. 

kuroo had kind of been too preoccupied to notice, if he was being honest. he didn’t realize what he had in front of him until he practically sprinted over to your place to surprise you and be honest about his feelings. you opened the door, already dressed up and kuroo took a step back, eyes widening as they took you in. did you always look this breathtaking?

“wow...”

you smiled gratefully, straightening out your clothes. “thanks, that’s what i was going for.” you walked back into your apartment to get your shoes, “not that i mind but what are you doing here?” 

he blinked out of his trance and stepped in, closing the door behind him. “oh i just––i brought us some food.” he raised the bag he was holding even though you weren’t facing him. “i was kinda hoping we could spend some time together...” he scratched the back of his head, “maybe talk about a few things...” he trailed off when something clicked in his head as he watched you slip your shoes on. “wait why are you all dressed up?” 

you turned and looked at him apologetically, “oh...i’m sorry kuroo,” you paused, “i actually have somewhere to be. can i take a raincheck?”

he opened his mouth for a few seconds as he watched you, but no sound came out. “oh um...well could i just––wait here? until you get back?” 

you looked to the side awkwardly bringing one hand up to hold your other arm. “it’s just that...i might not be alone when i come back.”

as soon as you uttered those words, he could feel his heartbeat falter in his chest, a faint ringing noise in his ears. 

“...a date?” 

you nodded with a smile and though it’s selfish, he felt a part of him dim on the inside when he noticed how excited you were. he didn’t really have a right to stop you now did he, not when you chose his happiness over your own what felt like way long ago. so he wouldn’t.

he nodded as well, “oh” he forced a smile onto his face and stepped back towards the door, “that’s exciting. i’m happy for you, really.” he turned the door knob, “i’ll catch up with you some other time then, yeah? you’ll tell me how it went.” he looked at you one last time, his gaze wavering under the undeterred happiness radiating from you.

when he finally stepped out and closed your door, all the emotions hit him at once. he didn’t know what hurt the most, the fact that he was too late, or the fact that you didn’t stop him, didn’t notice the pleading look in his eyes as he silently begged you to stay with him. 

iwaizumi froze when you told him how you felt. it was the smallest reaction you’d ever seen from him before, the calmest––yet it did anything but soothe you. you could see the hesitation in his eyes, the uncertainty of what to say next in the way his mouth opened but produced no sound. you already knew what he was going to say.

he will admit, seeing the tears in your eyes that you barely managed to blink back when he rejected you did strike a blow to his heart. but he just couldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear, he wouldn’t lie to you. “i––i’m sorry y/n i just...don’t feel the same.” 

his eyes were apologetic, almost pitiful as he watched you take a step back, “right, right. that’s––that’s okay.” you tried to smile but it felt more like a grimace. “i just didn’t want to keep it to myself, that’s all. i’m sure i’ll get over it soon.” he nodded but wasn’t sure what else to say. so he didn’t say anything. 

things were a little awkward for a couple weeks between the two of you, but you didn’t want to lose your friendship, so you eventually moved on. 

it wasn’t until one day you were at the café you always went to together that you noticed him taking longer than usual to bring back your drinks. you looked over to see him chatting with the barista, both of them with nervous smiles on their faces. he came back a few minutes later with a note in his pocket that you assumed was the barista’s number and a blush on his cheeks. he placed your drink in front of you, eyes looking down, and didn’t mention anything, probably since he didn’t want to rub it in, so you didn’t bring it up either. 

but you did wonder if they were the reason he didn’t feel the same for you––you wondered if they weren’t in the picture, if he would have fallen for you instead. 

he didn’t want to hide anything from you, so he told you when he had a date coming up. you wished him luck and told him you hoped he’d have a good time and that was that. 

they ended up dating but you didn’t mind. he seemed happy and you truly did want the best for him. you started focusing on yourself and eventually found a boyfriend, one who appreciated you and loved you and you couldn’t ask for more. 

iwaizumi was happy for you as well, but he couldn’t ignore this piercing feeling he felt when he first heard the news, then when he would see you two together, on your double dates, at parties, anywhere, really. something just ticked him off. he knew he didn’t have a right to feel this way, but he couldn’t help it, couldn’t make sense of it. he couldn’t even figure out what it meant. 

only once he realized the ache he felt in his chest when you smiled at your boyfriend the way you used to smile at him, the pull at his heart when you kissed his cheek, completely enamored. only then did he realize that he was jealous, that he’d made a mistake, that he’d lost the one chance he had of being with his soulmate. 

osamu had just gotten his new restaurant, he was achieving his goals, living his life without fear, and you took inspiration from that. you decided to be upfront about your brewing feelings and ask him out just as he put the finishing touches in the establishment.

he was wiping down the counter as you sat at the bar, swallowing your nerves as you watched him. “hey samu?”

he hummed and glanced up at you for a second before looking back to what he was doing. 

you took a deep breath, “would you maybe...want to go out to eat tomorrow?” 

he didn’t look up, but his brows furrowed, “yeah? why are you even asking?” 

you paused, of course he wouldn’t realize what you meant, you guys ate together all the time. you blinked a few times before clearing your throat, “um i just––i meant as a...date?” 

this time, he paused, well more like froze. he kept his eyes on the counter, his face blank, but you could tell he was internally processing everything. did he hear you right? “what?” 

you considered taking it back, but you had a feeling he did hear you, he just wasn’t sure how to respond. “um...i asked if you wanna go on a date? with me...”

he nodded and straightened up, “right.” he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his head, finally looking at you and the look in his eyes was enough to make your wavering confidence crumble. “i sort of have my eye on someone else right now...” you nodded, trying not to let the tears form in your eyes. he went on, “my new neighbor needed to borrow something and we got to talking...was thinking of asking them out, actually.” that was the final twist of the knife. 

“oh...” your voice was small ”thats––that’s great!” you smiled but kept your eyes cast down, “forget what i asked i just...wanted to see what you’d say haha,” you tried to play it off as a joke, “i got you!” 

he stared at you silently for a few seconds, clearly contemplating whether or not he believed you, but in the end, he let it go. 

you never brought up that night ever again, but you thought about it constantly. it haunted you, in a way. of course the one time you’re finally able to speak up about your feelings, it backfired. 

you were in a very upsetting and self deprecating headspace for a while, wondering if this was your sign to never make the first move, if you were the problem. it took you a little while to snap out of it, but once you did, you realized your worth and stopped looking at the world through a grey lens––you felt like you’d bloomed as a person. 

things didn’t go very far with osamu and his neighbor, but you didn’t take that as an opportunity to try again with him, you didn’t want to wait around for him, even though you thought about it for a second at first––you learned to respect yourself more. 

meanwhile, your best friend was beside himself, going through the process of reflection and realization. it’s not that he was desperate after a failed relationship, it’s more so that he suddenly realized he had someone perfect right by him all these years––it only made sense. but he was too stupid to realize that, to realize that he cared about you as more than a friend. he had foolishly mistaken his feelings for you as caring for a friend––you two had been inseparable since you were kids, he couldn’t even notice when his feelings shifted from caring for a friend to loving his best friend. 

he decided to talk to you about it, it’d only been a few months since you’d joked? about going on a date with him, but part of him felt confident that you might have meant it for real. he was sure you’d be open to it still. he called you during his break at work and found himself smiling as soon as he heard your voice. 

“hey samu what’s up?” 

he started to answer, but he trailed off when he heard you laughing at an unfamiliar voice in the background. “hey...just wanted to talk. what are you uh up to?” 

he heard you shush whoever was with you. “nothing much.” he heard you sit down.” i can’t stay for long but what did you want to talk about? i’m all ears.”

he was going to brush it off, maybe it was just a friend, but when he heard a faint ‘babe’ and what sounded like a small kiss on the other end, that was all he needed to confirm his suspicions. “yeah i just...i’ll actually call you back later, okay?”

you paused on the other end, most likely confused, but you let him go nonetheless. 

osamu sat there in his office at the back of his restaurant, surrounded by silence, complete disbelief and an indescribable ache running through his body. was he really too late? 

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[kazewhara]

sweet mystery of the sea. (2k special!)

# — pairing: xiao x gn!siren!reader

# — characters: gender neutral siren!reader, xiao, morax, ganyu (both in passing)

# — summary: "there is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure." – paulo coelho

# — warnings: mentions of blood, trauma (xiao, reader)

# — tags: hc/drabble format, fluff, hurt/comfort, nightmares, canon divergence, probably ooc xiao, usage of xiao's real name, more made up siren lore, second kisses, xiao needs you

# — notes: y’know, the original plan was to drop this on you guys as a surprise, but i think this is more fitting as a thank you post. thank you so, so, so much for all your support, your enthusiasm, your colorful ideas... everything. thank you for 2k, guys. this is my gift to you! reblogs are greatly appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

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leaving you was easily the worst mistake xiao has ever made

which is saying something considering his age and the amount of suffering he's endured during that time

xiao is tormented by the way you called his name so desperately when he left you that day

perhaps his subconscious is making it out to be worse than it actually was, but the memory remains fresh and painful

not once in his life after being saved by morax did he ever run from anything.

xiao swore to rex lapis that he would serve him through thick and thin, and that meant toughing out any storm that came his way

but there was no way he could have weathered out the storm that was you.

you were overwhelming to xiao; your features were too bright, too kind, too... good for him. and yet you were supposed to be his soulmate?

xiao knows his pride needs some work. he's proud of what he's accomplished for liyue and what he's capable of, but he's not proud of himself as an individual -- not proud of the lives he's ended prematurely, the screams he's ripped from innocent mouths

he's accomplished so much by being a monster, so he believes a soulmate for someone like him is completely out of the question; it's unthinkable. you are unthinkable.

and yet here he is, standing atop a roof in the finally silent harbor overlooking the sea.

xiao doesn't know why he's here. he's been battling with returning to the harbor for almost two months after the incident down by the docks. according to ganyu, the fishermen thought they'd incurred the wrath of the adepti, so she had spent quite some time trying to reassure them that they were not going to be torn apart by the adepti for harming such a creature. she also tried to ask xiao for the details of the situation, but he'd left before she could finish her question.

he avoided the harbor for so long not because of the way the people may fear him, but because he doesn't want to risk looking you in the face. not after what he did. xiao doesn't sleep much -- not after what happened with his old master. but the night after he ran from you (he grits his teeth as he admits to himself that he did, in fact, flee from you), he had a dream.

it was you. just you. you were sitting on a rock in the middle of the water, your body illuminated by the moon and your face warmed by a smile. it took him a few seconds to realize that it was directed at him.

"you are made for me, alatus," you sang to him. your voice coats his body and sweetens his tongue. "and i for you."

and xiao, in all his bloodstained glory, falls for you.

but the bliss didn't last long. the euphoria of a love once thought impossible was ripped away from him right before his eyes. the yaksha had to watch as the hands of the damned -- of those he personally struck down grabbed at you and tore you apart, ripping you away from him.

he doesn't deserve this -- you. he will suffer for the rest of his life alone as punishment for his sins.

the yaksha balls his hand into a fist at his side. as a devourer of dreams, he should have made use of his ability to take care of that himself, but he already learned that lesson. consuming his own dreams would result in a seemingly never-ending spiral of waking nightmares -- as if his very existence wasn't hellish enough. with no one around anymore to ground him from his bouts of agony, he had to keep himself in check day in and day out.

a foolish, naïve part of xiao that he once thought destroyed had been unearthed by you. it's faint and small; a mere speck of light in the darkness that consumes his every waking moment, and yet it burns bright enough to blind him. when xiao recalls the nightmare he had of you, that innocence in him has the audacity to wonder:

would you be able to fix him?

xiao knows it's impossible to remedy any of his issues as they are now. he's been around for millenia; everything has long since rotted over. nothing could possibly be enough to make him feel reprieve for no longer than a short moment. even so, he can't ignore the part of him that retains just a sliver of hope. because if you were telling the truth and you were actually his soulmate, then that would mean you were destined to help him in some way, no?

the same way he healed your physical wounds, could you somehow.. for him..?

"to think i've fallen so low." he grumbles to himself. he can't believe he, one of the most highly-ranked of the adepti, is considering throwing all of his problems on you. what would you even say if he asked you something like this?

xiao clicks his tongue and teleports to the rocks where he first met you on a whim. fortunately for him, you're nowhere to be seen. he seats himself in the same spot where you'd kissed him a few months ago. thinking of you isn't as difficult as he makes it out to be, but he does have trouble trying to piece together a hypothetical situation in which he would confide in you.

the kiss you shared (or rather, that you gave) was far from intimate, courtesy of xiao. the yaksha glares at the water below. kissing was something done between lovers, and you two were far from that. but if you were to truly accept him, would you kiss him again? would you even want to see his face again? you seemed so shocked by it that xiao thought he'd scared you for a while. all these questions and more swarm his mind as he stares at the rock he first saw you on, but there's only one that makes him curse lowly:

do you hate him?

"you came back."

an all too familiar voice breaks xiao from his reverie. he glances to the side and sees you looking at him from the water. your opal eyes are wide and fixed on him, making him feel the need to leave. "you really returned. i thought..." you frown solemnly. "i thought i would never see you again."

"is my presence so strange to you?" xiao's reply is sharper than he intended. he's at war with himself as he stares at you, part of him dying to put the mask back on while another wishes to run and hide again. "what made you think i was never going to return?" xiao regrets asking the second the question comes out of his mouth. he knows why. but then that would mean--

"i came back." you confirm his thoughts. "i... waited for you. for weeks, i-i thought you would come back, so i sat and sang for you, but..."

you didn't come goes unsaid. xiao inhales sharply at your expression. you're no longer looking at him, but there's not a hint of resentment on your face. you look heartbroken, but it doesn't seem like you blame him. why? why aren't you blaming him?

"i don't come to the harbor if i don't have a reason to." xiao doesn't know why he's telling you this. he doesn't know why he's still here, for crying out loud. "i protect it from afar. that is all."

there's a flicker of hope in your eyes. you vault yourself onto the rocks not far from him and xiao has to force himself not to stare. your scales look as though they're made of precious stones glimmering in the moonlight overhead. "then did you return to see me?" you ask. you sound so optimistic that it almost hurts.

xiao's eyebrows twitch. he turns his head away from you. "i told you that i return when i think it is necessary. you are not a necessity." he clenches his jaw; for some reason, he feels like he just lied.

he can't see it, but the hope drains from your face and a bitter smile replaces it. "...i see. forgive my hasty assumption. may i ask why you are here then?"

"what?"

"if you are protecting the harbor," you ask innocently, "then why are you here after the city has gone to sleep? you are away from all the humans, so i... was curious why you were here."

honestly, xiao has no idea why he's here. was he here to relive a memory? why would he need to relive it when it constantly replays on its own? he's silent for a moment as he tries to come up with an excuse. saying that he was here to see you didn't feel like much of the truth either. "don't you still owe me answers?" is all he can come up with.

he's not unjustified in asking -- you both know that. you did explain a little bit of your connection a few months ago, but since xiao left, most of his knowledge about you was pure guesswork. he turns his eyes back to you and sees you rubbing your arm nervously.

"where would you like me to begin?" you ask after a while.

were you seriously going to answer him this time? would he finally have some peace of mind? "why are you so willing to give me closure now?"

you wince. "'closure', you say..." your opal eyes are on him again, sending a shiver down his spine. "if i am being honest, alatus, i want to spend as much time with you as possible. if giving you the answers you want is the only way to achieve that goal, then i am more than willing."

you're desperate, xiao realizes. his absence may have affected you just as much, if not more so, than him. you were the one who was physically affected by the kiss -- maybe whatever bond you shared was stronger on your end than it was his. if that was the case, then xiao immediately knew what topic to avoid.

"you said before that your people were grateful to me. why?" xiao tries to list the questions in his head one by one. he doesn't realize until you make a quiet crooning noise under your breath that organizing his thoughts was a lot harder than usual.

"fairly recently, osial had been revived and subdued." you explain, your eyes drifting to the water. you flick your tail upwards, giving xiao a glimpse of the fin at the end. it's just as opaline as the rest of you. "we... my people, we have a rather long history with that monster. it was once--" you clamp your mouth shut suddenly.

xiao grunts. "talk. i won't stay if you remain tight-lipped." again, regret starts to pool when he sees you start to look panicked. he starts to take back his words, but you beat him to the punch.

"osial... created us." you admit. xiao's eyes blow wide and you cringe. "it is not something we take pride in. even though we were osial's creations, we worshipped the benevolent morax, powerful and intimidating as he may have been." your hand slowly rises to your neck and you wrap your fingers around your neck, revealing the webbing between them. "osial punished us for our insubordination for several millennia, even after his apparent demise. when he was revived, we..."

you trail off and tighten your grip around your neck. xiao is at your side in an instant, closing his hand over your wrist. it looked like you were about to choke yourself for speaking about the fallen god. "let go." he orders. something crosses his mind, then. "or is this something that osial did to your people?"

you nod shakily. thankfully, you let go of your neck after a few tense seconds and turned your eyes to your hand in xiao's grasp. something fond crosses your face and you make no move to free yourself. "we are cursed to remove our vocal cords if we speak of him with contempt." you explain. morbid as your words may be, your soft expression doesn't change. "thank you for stopping me, alatus."

the yaksha lets go of you. "you still haven't explained why your people are grateful to me."

"before his revival," you breathe, your gaze still fixed on where xiao had touched you, "in a time before my own, there are stories that tell of the adeptus who subdued the demons that tormented my people."

there's a dull throb of pain behind xiao's eyes. he can't remember anything. or at least, he doesn't want to remember it. he shuts his eyes for a second. "is that so?" he mutters. there are more pressing questions than this, really; xiao doesn't pay much attention to the things he does these days, anyways. he shifts topics for his own good. "tell me about your people. what are you?"

you look past xiao briefly and he feels the tiniest shiver shoot down his spine. he's well-aware of the many names given to him by adepti and mortals alike -- one of which mentions him having golden wings. that truly was a time before you; xiao himself has little memory of that time due to the horrors that occurred shortly after. the name "golden-winged king" was quickly lost to time, and xiao believes it to be reasonable. there is nothing about him now that is deserving of such a gilded title. he's glad he doesn't yearn for a time of peace which he can never have again, but now that you're bringing it up and telling him how important he is, he finds himself unconsciously sifting through his memories for something that would have connected him to you and your people.

there's a dull throb of pain behind xiao's eyes. he can't remember anything. or at least, he doesn't want to remember it. he shuts his eyes for a second. "is that so?" he mutters. there are more pressing questions than this, really; xiao doesn't pay much attention to the things he does these days, anyways. he shifts topics for his own good. "tell me about your people. what are you?"

“sirens”. that’s what humans call your species, according to you.

you actually laugh, much to xiao’s surprise; you seem to really like the name

the entire time, xiao struggles to understand why he’s so taken by the sound of your voice, the way you seem to fumble with his language, yet try to speak it anyways

as soon as you’re done, he asks about your soul bond

because as much as he hates to admit it, it’s starting to make sense to him

there’s something -- something he can’t explain. whatever it is, it’s coming to terms with this whole “soulmate” deal

but rather than explain with words, you straighten your back and...

and from your lips flows the most bewitching song xiao has ever heard.

it's hypnotic, the way the waves seem to rhythmically lap at your tail once your melody begins. everything surrounding you has turned its attention to you, but you pay it no mind. your eyes are closed, your lashes are brushing over your cheeks, and there is nothing else in this world but you and xiao.

perhaps he wasn't paying close enough attention when he'd heard you sing the first time. your song sounds familiar, yet so different. there's still no lyrics, but when you open your eyes to meet his own, he can hear the words loud and clear — the very same words he'd been hearing in his dreams.

xiao fully understands you and the connection he has to you. somehow, you managed to convey something to him in your song. he couldn't verbalize it even if he tried, but he gets it now: you're made to complete him.

it overwhelms him in an instant. "enough," xiao rasps, his voice foreign to his ears. you obey and reach towards him with concern, but he dodges your touch with a grunt. "i said enough." the words come and go from his mind as his world finally settles. he struggles to say anything for a while because it's not that he doesn't understand anymore -- it's that he does.

his soul, tattered and worn as it may be, has finally found its other half.

"i waited so long for you." you finally speak after a brief silence. "before we met, i... it’s tradition for my people to prepare their young for the day they meet their soul matches. but i… i never experienced any of it." you pause and give xiao a solemn smile. "i'm the last of my generation to find mine. you've hidden yourself quite well, alatus."

xiao regards you carefully, his mouth dry as the words "forgive me" tumble past his lips without his consent. he doesn’t know how to atone for making you wait for him for so long -- he doesn’t even think it possible at this point. but what he does know is that he can deny this all he wants -- he can have as many doubts as there are stars in the sky -- but the truth is before him, plain as day.

“oh, i didn’t tell you that to make you feel sorry!” you shake your head quickly. “it’s just that… well, now that i’ve found you, there’s so much i wish i could tell you.” before xiao can ask what you mean, you look over your shoulder and flinch. your actions are reminiscent of the first time the two of you met, and it makes something claw away at his insides, leaving him feeling raw and exposed. when you turn back to face him, the answer makes his breath catch.

“you’re going to leave.” xiao frowns at how strained he sounds. 

you smile apologetically. “yes, i am.” you do your best to scoot yourself closer to him, and he has to ball his hand into a fist to keep from latching on to you. you raise a hand and brush his jaw lightly at first, then fully cup it when he doesn’t refuse you. “will you meet me again, alatus?” you pause, uncertain. then, “please..?”

xiao doesn’t hesitate. he can’t. he nods briskly.

your fin-like ears twitch with delight. “then i’ll see you again soon.” 

"you--"

"may i kiss you?" 

"what?"

xiao blinks, stunned. you want to do what? why? he reaches up to grab your wrist gently. is that why you were holding him like this? xiao opens his mouth to say no, but finds that the word won't come to him. you're playing on his restraint just by being in front of him, and he doesn't know if that's good or bad. you start to pull away, but he tightens his hold on you. don’t go. "are kisses important to your people as well?" 

"i--" you fluster for a moment. "no. i just… would like to kiss you. i believe humans call this a parting gift.”

“a parting gift.” xiao deadpans. you turn your head away from him, clearly embarrassed by your actions, but seeing as how you’re stuck, you hold your ground and face him once more. there’s a glimmer of determination in your crystal eyes and xiao can tell that the battle has been decided. 

the dust settles, the rubble clears, and you’re leaning closer. “stop me if you wish.” you whisper. you two are close enough to share the same breath. xiao holds his. he lets you inch closer -- so close that your lips are brushing. your eyes finally slip closed, and without thinking, xiao does the same. this time, you kiss him and he lets you; he kisses back hesitantly and you accept him all the same. you taste…

you pull away before he can complete his thoughts. in a hurry, he asks: “will you come back?” 

your answering grin is all the answer he needs and on his next blink, you’re gone; you vault yourself into the waters below and speed away from him and the harbor, leaving tiny bubbles in your wake. and as monumental a moment this is for him -- as important as it is that he has a soulmate that he’s accepted as a part of his life -- xiao can only think one thing. he presses his fingers to his lips and straightens his back as he prepares to leave.

...you taste like a sweet dream.

✧ and here it is! finally!

✧ also, thank you so much hazel (@witch-hazels-musings)! i'm always so nervous to show my incomplete work to anybody (or any work, for that matter...) and you really helped boost my confidence in this. i would've trashed it if you hadn't given me some input... thank you :( <3

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #z scribbles #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #genshin xiao x reader #this took SO LONG #and tumblr started bugging on me.. #but finally! #please ignore the mistakes.. i was excited okay :(

[obeiii-mee]

MC had a bad day or they’re dealing with a bad loss from a loved one. So they decide to seek comfort from the Brothers! But they don’t do it in a normal way, they just barge in the room where the brothers are all relaxing or hanging out at before MC just busts in getting their attention and they go “I need a hug 🥺”. Let’s see the some fluffy hc’s of the brothers comforting MC 🥰

And how could they not want to hug their cute human that is literally 3 seconds away from breaking down into tears?

The Brothers Comforting MC After A Bad Day:

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You’re right, they wouldn’t be able to resist, they love their human too much 😌

*soBS* I want to hug one of them so bad rn

Thank you for the request, I love writing fluffy HCs, it’s my weak spot and it gives me serotonin. I hope you have a nice day/night!! Uh, it’s sort of implied that MC is slightly shorter than them so sorry if that’s a problem-

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Notes: Fluff, mentions of loss and dead family members/friends, mostly comfort though, short HCs

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beezlebub and Belphegor.

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Lucifer:

-He doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t really need to because him just being there, arms wrapped around you and hands lightly running up and down your back, is worth more words than any sort of verbal consolation he could’ve given you and because of this, you feel at ease

-His touch is firm but gentle and you relax almost immediately, burying your head against his chest and feeling him press a kiss on top of your hairline, tightening your hold on him

-He already told his brothers to back off because the last thing he wanted was for you you to get overwhelmed by their insensitivity so you two were left in the living room by yourselves

-In a bit of an awkward position though, because you were both standing and after a while, it was clear a hug wasn’t going to be enough

-That’s his excuse as to why he picked you up bridal style five minutes later and carried you all the way to his bedroom, a place he knows his siblings won’t ever trespass without his permission and somewhere he can shield you from any prying eyes while you’re in this vulnerable state

-At this point, he was basically cradling you like a baby, having you sit on his lap and waiting for you to tire yourself out until you couldn’t cry anymore and watching you slip into that hiccuping stage you get after a breakdown

-Lucifer is obviously going to ask what happened, but whether you answer him or not is up to you because he’s not one to push matters if he sees you’re uncomfortable talking about it

-However, he might insist if he concludes that it’s affecting you and your well being and that’s how you know usually know he’s worried

-His voice is soft though and just listening to it makes you want to tell him everything, whether it’d be something as annoying as a small inconvenience you stumbled across that day or the death of a relative, you feel welcomed enough to spill everything

-Even if you decide not to, he’ll stay with you until you feel better, until you’re no longer crying or shaking or anything of the sort. He speaks occasionally, almost soothingly about how important you are to him and how capable you are of overcoming anything in your way. For the most part, however, he remains quiet and allows you to mull over your thoughts, willing to forget about his paperwork just to let you cling to him for a few hours

-Maybe later, when you’re no longer as distressed, he could get the full story out of you and help you overcome whatever problem you’re having trouble facing but for now, he understands all you need is for him to be there

“MC?” He calls your name out because he was thinking that maybe you had fallen asleep but he realised that was not the case when you looked up at him, streaks of tears still sliding down your cheeks. When you don’t respond, he sighs almost contently “A bit longer?” You don’t answer again but this time, he could feel you nod against him and he smiles despite himself as he leaned his head against yours “All right then, just a bit longer.”

Mammon:

-Truth be told, he’s never been the best at comforting someone and normally, he’s kind of awkward when he wants to show his support because it feels so out of his character

-But it’s not like he was going to refuse you anyway. Not when you specifically came to him and asked him for help and not when you looked like you were on the verge of crying. He’d be a monster to deny you >:(

-It upsets him too, you know. He’s meant to be your protector, guardian even, so the fact that he couldn’t keep you from getting hurt makes him feel like he failed at keeping his human safe. Actually, it takes a lot of convincing on your part just to tell him that you’re not actually physically hurt. Just a shitty day…

-Mammon, despite the walls he puts up ever now and then, is someone that genuinely cares for you. And he’s also the type that does almost everything in excess, especially when it comes to you or spending money. That’s just his personality; he’s loud and boisterous and even though he wants to deny this, completely transparent with his emotions

-You ask for a hug? He gives you plenty of hugs! He lets you lay on top of him while cuddling so he can hold you!!! He brings you snacks and drinks!!! Shit, he basically cradles you the whole night!!! And he’s blushing and acting annoyed the entire time, refusing to accept how much he’s actually enjoying this

-The point is, he tends to coddle you whenever you have a bad day or if you’re really affected by the loss of a dead loved one. This is probably because he, in turn, likes to be babied and cared for when he’s feeling down and he subconsciously does that to you because it’s the only means of comfort he knows how to execute well

-A hug would’ve sufficed, but you’re his human and let him be damned if he’s not gonna give you the world on a silver platter if you keep looking at him with those sad eyes of yours

-By now, if you need anything, you just need to ask because even with a bit of grumbling, he’ll get it for you. More snacks? Say less. Wanna watch TV with him for a while? Immediately reaches for the remote? You just want to cuddle? His body is naturally warm for a reason bby, dig in. You want his heart? Give him a moment to surgically get it out of his chest-

-No matter what, he’s so glad that you trust him enough to talk to him about this sort of stuff and that he’s the first person you think of when you need consolation

-It makes sense after all, right? He’s your first pact so your direct happiness is his responsibility while you’re in DevilDom! It’s his job to make sure you function again by tomorrow morning and that you’re no longer troubled by anything

“Hey! What’s with all the crying huh?” He cups your face in his hands and softly squishes the flesh between his fingers. His thumbs brush over the tears in your eyes and he let’s out a small ‘tsk’ as your foreheads touch and his hands drip to your shoulders to keep you steady “The Great Mammon is hugging ya right now, ya know? There’s no reason for you to be upset, not when I’ve got ya in my arms like this, OK? So you can stop with yer water works now.” As noisy as his voice is, there’s a gentle note behind it when he speaks and embraces you, his cologne spreading everywhere “I love you, ya big idiot. So please, stop cryin’ and lemme hold ya already! Yer making me worried, ya stupid human.”

Levi:

-You stopping by his room is not unusual. In fact, you do it every day and it’s just part of the routine you have with him. However, he’s wasn’t exactly expecting you to stand there, all shaken up and ask him for a hug!!!

-And he doesn’t process this request for a second but then he freaks out so badly-

-Yells incomprehensibly about how you’re ‘pulling your normie tricks on him again’ and how he’s ‘not going to be fooled by them anymore.’

-You raise your head to meet his eyes while he’s still rambling on though and he sees your teary expression and now he feels guilty because you look really upset. Levi’s kinda scared he made it worse-

-He’s the type to usher you in his room and lock the door as usual but instead of doing what the two of you always do, you literally stay attached to him because you need comfort damn it!

-Levi….is sort of clueless about these emotional outbursts since he himself doesn’t deal with them very well. However, he’s watched enough animes revolving around romance to conclude on the best course of action so-do not fear! (Spoiler, he still doesn’t know what he’s doing)

-He’s really stuck and can either stay as quiet as a nun or start babbling in a language you probably wouldn’t even understand because he’s so nervous

-Or actually, he might start crying with you if I’m being fair; he’s very in sync with his Henry and your emotions

-Once he calms down, he’s actually not all that bad at comforting. Levi is a bit stand offish with his hugs at first but he relaxes into them and by now, you’re both standing by the side of his bed, with you leaning onto him and him holding your hand. He then intertwines your fingers together but subconsciously because he wouldn’t have the gall otherwise

-Later, he tells you to help yourself with the snacks he has hidden in his room. I guarantee you he has a whole ass mini refrigerator hidden somewhere for his all night gaming session, in case he needs any boosts. No one knows how Beel hasn’t found the stash yet and there’s no need to tell him

-Then you watch re runs of old shows together and make fun of the shitty editing and dialogue. He’s still holding your hand though and he’s really flustered and wondering if it’s too sweaty for you but don’t mention it because he’ll get even more embarrassed

-He glances over to you, every once in a while, whilst you’re cuddled up against his arm, eyes glued on the TV, to make sure you’re OK. You almost gave him a seizure or at least that’s how he felt-so he made it his mission to make you feel better by any means necessary. Fuck today’s raids, his team can get them done without him!!

“I-I don’t know why you would want me of all people to hug you but…” he trailed off in a whisper, having to lean down so you could wrap your arms against his neck and bury your head in his shoulder. He pulled you in closer, a streak of protectiveness coursing through him as he shut the door to his room with his foot “Lord of the Shadows would never leave Henry all on his own, so I’m not going to do that either. This is an important character development arc and-just, please don’t cry. I’ll give you more hugs, OK? Seeing you like this is not good for my heart-“ stopped mid sentence after realising what he just said and now he’s the one burying his head in your shoulder, flushed beyond hell “Forget I just said that! Holy Lord Diavolo this is embarrassing, why am I like this????”

Satan:

-It troubles him greatly to see you like this and he can sort of feel the world shift out of place, seeing you with tears running down your face and hands balled into fists out of frustration almost immediately makes him fly into a fit of rage because who would dare to hurt you-

-Oh, a hug? If that’s all you need, he’s more than happy to oblige but if you’re as distraught as you seem to be, he wonders if just a small embrace from him would be enough

-Satan’s hugs are very intimate and even passionate at times. He has one hand on the back of your head and the other supporting your lower back while you bawl your eyes out into his shoulder and getting his uniform wet

-You can’t really seem to focus on what he’s trying to tell you because he’s so warm and welcoming and even though he’s someone as renowned as the Avatar of Wrath, he’s shockingly patient with you as you let out the overwhelming emotions that have been consuming you all day

-It’s hard to not relax when you’re in Satan’s presence because he’s calm and he smells like musty, old books and mahogany wood and cats, meaning he was most likely cuddling strays he found on the street the entire day. The first visual that comes to mind is fire crackling behind a grate in a chimney and someone reading a book while swinging back and forth on an old, rickety chair when you’re around him

-He will wait until you’re no longer crying and then, before you know it, you find yourself in the library with him, drinking tea and being handed a plate of biscuits he took from the kitchen to help you regain your strength after all that crying. You’re still feeling pretty miserable about the day you’ve had but you quickly lose yourself in a conversation with him over a cup of tea

-Sometimes, you two talk for hours on end about nothing important just to hear each other’s voices and finally have some quality time spent together. Even though he wishes the circumstances were better, he’s glad to have been able to snatch you away from his brothers for a while and he’s even happier you chose him to confide in

-Satan practically doesn’t even mention your outburst and keeps the small talk minimal but he wants you to know that if you do wish to tell him about it, he’s more than happy to listen and he’s not so bad at giving advice either

-The topic of the discussion you were having with him changed abruptly by the end of the night and now you’re reading together from this book he started a while ago, both of you covered with a blanket, your head on his chest and his leaning on yours. He’s holding the book with both of his hands, but still managed to get his left wrapped around you. And because of this feeling of safety and warmth, you don’t feel desperate anymore. Tomorrow, you’ll be able to sort out your feelings but now, you’re content to just listening to Satan read, in his clear, soft voice

“Ah MC, could you turn the page for me?” You do as he asked to and you could feel him smiling as he kissed your hairline, sighing before going back to the book and the story within “Thank you. You truly are amazing, did you know that? I’ve never met someone as caring and as kind as you. Well, I suppose Beel could compete for the title but unlike him, you don’t really leave us in debt whenever we visit the grocery store.” Hearing you laugh makes him smile even more and he lets you hold the other side of the book while he plays with your hair and now you join in reading with him, out loud and trying to act out voices for the characters. As everything unfolds, Satan feels the world click right back into place.

Asmo:

-It’s a known fact by now that Asmo is willing to give you any sort of affection at any point in time, whether it’d be a hug, a kiss, holding your hand-you name it! I mean, whenever he’s feeling down, you being there to encourage him helps a lot so it’s only natural it works the other way around too!

-If he notices that you’re genuinely upset by something, then he would have no problem whatsoever with lavishing you in attention and really, a hug or two from him is the bare minimum in situations like this

-In any case, he always enjoys fussing over you and you having a bad day is the perfect excuse for him to do so! After all, he can’t disappoint you since you came to him with your troubles and he will do anything in his power to make you feel better. Actually, if he could, he would keep hugging you forever but as miraculous as his charm can be, it’s not effective against someone with this low of a morale

-His first suggestion is to take a bath! It’s his way of taking care of you; you’re tired after such a long day and he feels like you’re neglecting yourself a little because of it. So you relax in his bathtub with him for a while, him actively trying to get your mind off any bad, lingering thoughts while you splash around in the bubbles

-And obviously after that, you need to have your mandatory spa sessions with him since you need to unwind and what’s a better way to do that than to let him paint your nails and apply lotion to your skin? Besides, it creates a great opportunity for you to take things off your chest

-He’s in need to hear gossip constantly so if you don’t feel like talking, he’s gonna be a bit bummed out but he still respects your wishes enough to not push you. If your problem is as sensitive as the death of a family member, you’re not obligated to talk to him about it and he will understand, since people grieve in different ways. He too shut down after the death of Lilith for a while after all

-A bad day is nothing Asmo can’t handle. He’s had plenty of those before, mostly because of Mammon and his thievery, they’re usually common factors. It’s only natural you experience those yourself and he’s more than willing to be your support system if you need one. He wants you to know that you can go to him if you need advice or help with anything, or even if you just need to someone to hear you out

-To give a more detailed explanation of his hugs, they are usually really light and you never feel suffocated when you’re in his arms. He never squeezes you too tight and he always smells amazing, so you feel inclined to stay near him for as long as possible. Despite his overtly loud nature, he gets incredibly soft spoken with you and he traces patterns on your back and arms as you stand there together

-It’s important to mention, he never pulls away from you first. He lets you decide when you’ve had enough and when you’re ready to move on or if you require some other means of comfort

-And even if you’re no longer disgruntled, he’s still going to pamper you as much as possible the next day with either a shopping spree or another few spa sessions, this time done at a professional institution rather than the privacy of his bedroom

-Asmo is in touch with your emotions and it’s kinda scary sometimes because of how well he can read you, since he almost always knows what you need

“Oh darling, how could I refuse a hug from you?” You can feel his arms embrace you, even with your eyes closed and for some reason, this makes you cry even harder, sobbing as he tries to comfort you. You’re aware he let go of you at some point and returned with a tissue to dab away at your tears, gently to not hurt your eyes and now he’s hugging you again, a wry smile on his face “You don’t have to worry about a thing, MC. Everything will get sorted out, I promise. In the meantime, come to me if anything troubles you again, OK? No more crying, darling-it’s bad for your eyes.”

Beel:

-The type to immediately lean in for a hug without even questioning why. As soon as you ask him, you barely have time to finish the question and you already find yourself in his arms. The only exception would be when he’s eating or maybe in the middle of a work out but the point is he doesn’t hesitate much when it comes to you. And I mean, he loves hugs just as much as his siblings do

-Beel is not the most observant and he may not realise you’re in a bad mood unless you tell him outright. It’s not even that he’s emotionally distant, it’s just that if you tell him that you’re fine, then he’s gonna take your word for it and believe you since he’s pretty straightforward with his feelings as well. However, as dense as he may be on occasion, even he’s bound to notice that you’re not being your usual self and this is especially true if you start crying out of nowhere while he’s nearby. Probably assumes the worst and is under the impression that he did something to upset you because shifting the blame onto himself whenever others suffer is his coping mechanism and we’ve seen him to do it before

-If you’ve just had a bad day, he understands that things could’ve been very overwhelming for you and he wishes he had known sooner so he could’ve helped back then, instead of letting it come to this. But he doesn’t hesitate all that much since he looks like he’s built for giving hugs on a daily basis. I’m not even sure this would classify as a hug since you’re not touching the floor. Rather, you are attached to him like a koala and he’s carrying you around as if you were a baby strapped to his chest. And he genuinely doesn’t mind. He’s been doing it with Belphie for centuries now

-Please, after a while he gets seriously concerned because are humans supposed to cry this much? What if you dehydrate or something? So he makes you stay in bed and just gives you plenty of water. You look so pale and sad, he shares his food with you too because his heart is aching just looking at you like this. He feels like besides being there, he can’t provide you with much help and he’s starting to think he’s hopeless at comforting

-If a family member died then…Beel is one of the best people you could’ve gone to. Honestly, having dealt with his sister’s situation, he knows how horrible it is to lose somebody you love dearly (I mean, all the brothers do but I’m making a point saying Beel, Belphie and Lucifer were especially affected). Now he’s sad himself since he’s aware that you’re going through something similar and his twin might walk in on the two of you being emotional on the floor

-For the most part, Beel makes sure you keep yourself healthy even when you’re tired and depressed. Continues to bring you food, even if he eats half of it on his way to your room, and just keeps you company in general in case you get lonely. Seeing you upset makes him even more considerate of your feelings and you don’t have the heart to tell him that he doesn’t need to stay with you all night. He thinks he does because you’ve always offered to stay with him whenever he’s had nightmares before so how he’s gotta return the favour

-Beel gives these bear hugs all the time, since he’s so big and his hand basically covers your entire back. So, more often than not, you end up cuddling while standing because he’s a lot taller than you, with him being a demon and all. Despite that, you feel so unbelievably complete when he holds you like this. It’s hard not to feel protected since his whole body is practically concealing yours so easily all the time and you feel sheltered from the world and it’s….nice

-And Beel enjoys hugging you too, because he knows that as long as he’s nearby, you’ll be safe and that’s really all he needs. He wants to be there for you the same way you were there for him when he needed it most and comforting you when you’re having a shitty day is like his full time job

-You could come to Beel with any problem and he would never judge you, no matter what. He’s just really unproblematic and he just wants you to go back to your normal self because it hurts him to see you cry your eyes out. Now, not only are hugs mandatory but holding your hand is too. It’s like hugging…but your hands are doing the hugging

-Definitely even goes to Belphie after a while if he really doesn’t know what to do and that’s how you know he’s desperate to do something. Since the Seventh Born isn’t exactly someone that yields great advice, more so when it comes to other…people….and his twin knows this-

-Beel’s best strategy at the moment is to just maintain some kind of physical contact because he discovered that makes you feel better and it calms you down more than him trying to verbally console you. He even invited you to sleep in his room if you’re comfortable doing so just so you’re not alone. After that one incident, he’s trying to coax you to tell him whenever something is wrong so he can jump in and help, because that’s all he really wants to do ahakenksms

“MC? Did something happen?” He’s honestly taken aback by how shaky you are and how you’re hands are trembling as they’re reaching to connect with his. Without much of a warning, he feels a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach and now he discovers that he doesn’t like seeing you with tears trailing down your face. And he feels worse the longer you wail in his chest and he doesn’t know what to do. So, he wraps his arms around you so tight you think you might explode, strangely comforted by the feeling as he speaks again “I’m sorry if I’ve done something to upset you. What can I do to help, MC? We can just stay like this for a while if you want” And when he sees you nod, he proceeds to not move an inch almost the entire night. Obviously, hunger overtook him eventually but he shared his stolen goods with you so can you really complain? Doubtful, not when he hasn’t let go of your hand the whole time.

Belphie:

- Hugging him is a gamble. Realistically speaking, you’re not going to catch him standing upright long enough for you to give him a hug. He’s laying on the floor somewhere, asleep so you shouldn’t expect much from him to begin with. Even if you were to get lucky and stumble upon him while he’s wide awake, he might slump over and succumb to sleep the moment you embrace him because you’re so warm

-Cuddling is a different story altogether. He’d rather shoot himself in the foot than not have you cuddle with him so if you need to be babied for once, he’s a pretty good option to consider

-As usual, he’s in the attic and you go to him because it’s really late and you didn’t want to wake up any of the other brothers. Actually, Belphie is normally awake by dusk so to see him sleep like a log past midnight was quite surprising. You didn’t exactly want to interrupt but if you stayed alone for any longer, you would’ve gone insane. So you shook him awake. And he was understandably confused and probably forgot what planet he was on for a minute when you did so

-Technically, he was half awake and from his point of view, everything must’ve been pretty blurry. He did see you; the problem was that because he was still feeling very sleepy, he was basically in a daze and could only squint at you to try and figure out if you were really there or if he was hallucinating. His suspicion was confirmed soon enough because he reached out after a few seconds and poked your cheek just to check. His face the entire time and the action itself was so amusing that, despite tittering on the edge of a breakdown, you burst out laughing

-Once he came to the conclusion that you were, in fact, real and he wasn’t dreaming, he sighed and opened his arms out for you; a direct invitation to cuddle with him. By now, he likely didn’t even noticed you looked sad because, as I said, he was all over the place but this little ritual you two have was common enough that it got engraved in his memory. Now he does it out of impulse whenever you’re around and he wants attention

-So you basically tackled him and threw yourself on top of him so hard, both of you toppled over on the bed and now you were used as a blanket, with his arms wrapped securely around you; preventing you from getting up. Not that you were planning on doing that anytime soon but moving on-

-You thought he had fallen back asleep, because he went really quiet and he stopped squirming to get comfortable. To be exact, the whole room was rather still and the only thing you could really hear was Belphie’s soft breathing and the rustle of the bedsheets every once in a while. And since it was extremely dark as well, you couldn’t see a thing either so it felt like the best place to let go of your stress

-It’s not like you were making much noise but as I said, the seventh born wasn’t sleeping just yet. And he wouldn’t be able to because it was obvious to him now that something was wrong. He believed that he was bearing witness to something that should’ve been a lot more private than this so he didn’t say anything. You should have your moment, let you have a chance to recollect your thoughts and the next day, he might ask you

-It was too much to handle. It’s not like he was gonna get any sleep unless he knew your problem was solved otherwise he might get nightmares all night. Besides, if you’re crying this much, then something terrible must’ve happened. You realised he was awake when he gave your entire body a small squeeze, as if to reassure you and you froze because did you just wake him up???? Or worse, did he hear all that sobbing you were doing????

-Hugging him is similar to hugging a pillow. He’s soft and squishy and warm and it’s impossible to resist him when rest at a time like this is so tempting. His fingers running over your pact mark once or twice, as if to remind you that he’s right there and low whispers describing the best dream he ever had about you, hoping to distract you for long enough to help you fall asleep

-To him, it doesn’t make a difference if a family member died or if you’re just having a bad day. All he knows is that you’re having a lot of emotional problems because of either one and as a result, you need a shoulder to lean on. He’s glad that you trust him enough to let him assist and if it was up to him, he would keep cuddling you forever. You’ve already suffered enough so let him take care of you this time around, OK?

“Dumbass, why are you crying?” The gentleness of his words was a clear contrast to that quick insult he shoved at the beginning of his statement, though you couldn’t hear any malice behind it and the fact that he really cared about what happened to cause you to struggle with your emotions so badly, would’ve made you wail even harder. However, he managed to silence you pretty well because he kept speaking and you wanted to listen; you wanted to hear what he had to say so you reduced your sobs and you sat quietly enough to do just that. Belphie flipped you over, now with him on top and you underneath and he laid there, cheek sloshed against yours as he sleepily mumbled out more praise for you, “MC, are you tired? You should go to bed, you need to get some sleep. Tomorrow, you can tell me what the problem is and I’ll help. I promise-I’ll even get up early for you. Just…please calm down. I don’t want to see you crying yourself to sleep ever again. I’ll stay here the entire time, alright? And I’ll make sure you have nice dreams tonight MC…just let me hold you…”

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me comfort #obey me hcs #⭐️ #🌸 #🦚 lucifer supremacy #💳 mammon supremacy #🐡 levi supremacy #📚 satan supremacy #🪞asmo supremacy #🍔 beel supremacy #💫 belphie supremacy

[moemammon]

Alright so my request is angsty-ish. Mc is engaged to someone else when they move for the exchange program and stays faithful during their entire stay, so maybe hcs on how the brothers react to a taken MC who (if they even try to advance) actively avoids romantic situations with them, and maybe a little bonus of them reuniting with their lover smittened.

I tried to request this before but all my asks get eaten so I just wanted to make sure it got through

"What Do You Mean You're Already Taken?!" (Feat the Demon Bros and GN!MC)

(Hell yeah angst time heheHEH >:))

Lucifer

Can you even imagine how Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, reacted when his obvious advances toward you were always awkwardly brushed off? No matter what he tried, no matter how perfectly romantic the situation, he could never coax you into accepting his affections.

And he soon found out why, when you finally admitted that you were taken by another.

He can't remember the last time he's felt pain like this. He'd finally found someone he could be... vulnerable with. Someone he could open himself up to, who wouldn't see him in a different light as a result.

But to know that no matter what, he'll never be able to have you? It's a worse punishment than he could've imagined himself. He can't do anything but accept it, and you'll soon find that his advances come to a complete vault.

He's a little colder to you, but that's only because he's trying to relearn how to feel about your presence. He asks that you give him some time alone, for a few days. He'll be busy in his office in the time being.

Mammon

God, he's crushed. Mammon... was always aiming to be your first everything. Guess someone beat him to the punch before he could do anything to stop it. It takes everything in him not to accuse you of pulling his leg.

But you can't be serious... right? You're saying that no matter what he does or how strongly he feels, he can never have you? He won't get to hold you against him? He'll never be able to kiss you? To pull you under his sheets so you can sleep your worries away? Never be able to tell you just how much he loves you, more than any material possession in this entire world...?

But... why couldn't you just choose him..?

Mammon doesn't get it. He feels like he's always getting the short end of the bargain no matter what he tries. He knew the stakes were high when he started pining for you. You're... YOU! Perfect, amazing, lovable you... who will never be his.

These days he's barely home. You guys are still 'friends', but sometimes you can't tell if he's teasing you or actually being mean. He can't even stand being around you for too long, because his damned heart starts pounding until it hurts. He'd rather gamble the nights away than to have to deal with that.

Levi

Of course you're taken... it's not like he could've expected otherwise. Someone as great as you wouldn't look good standing with a gross otaku...

Jokes aside, Levi's heart has just shattered into a million pieces. You were his one! The one he dreamed about! The one he wanted to be around, despite his crippling social anxiety!

You got him... No, you REALLY got him. He didn't have to put up any walls when he was with you. He knew you liked him for who he was, and that you weren't secretly making fun of him when he wasn't around.

And... you two actually enjoyed one another's company! You shared so many laughs, so many days together, and just when he thought he'd gathered the courage to ask you to be his, you told him that you were taken.

He'll get over it. He's used to being disappointed, after all. Just don't mind him while he spends the next two weeks holed up in his room. If you need something, do you might just writing a note and slipping it under his door? He can't bear to look at his phone, since it's full of pictures of you.

Satan

Satan didn't mean to cause an outburst like that. He never meant to scare you. But when he realized that all this time spent falling deeper, and hopelessly in love with you, was all for naught? He didn't know how to react.

So many new, strange feelings rushed into him at once, until it all exploded in a fit of rage. Was it really anger? Or was it sorrow so strong that it could've been mistaken as such? He couldn't tell, because he's never felt this way before.

His room had been completely destroyed, many precious books lost to the unstoppable force that was his angry release. And when it subsided he was left feeling empty and lost... scared, even.

Would you think differently of him now? Would he think differently of YOU now? Could this... odd, sick, twisted relationship of yours be mended..? He didn't even know if he had the strength to attempt it.

So he isolates himself from you, spending a great deal of time repairing the damage done to his room. And when that's been finished, he's reading like his life depends on it. In the world of books, he can forget about real life entirely. Is it silly for him to imagine that maybe, some day, everything will work out like in a lighthearted fairytale?

Asmo

So you have a partner? Polygamy is fine too! Or so he thought, until you emphasized that you were loyal to your one and only partner. Meaning.. Asmo wasn't invited to the party.

Now, the Avatar of Lust wasn't exactly one who knew rejection. Sure he got a few 'no's here and there, but those little flings meant nothing and had no weight on his heart.

But you? You... were everything he didn't know he needed. Asmo knew he was beautiful and alluring, but you knew there was more to him than that. And you sought to bring those parts of him out into the light! He could only dream of showing his true self to you and you alone.

Asmodeus felt so secure with you, like the mask he'd been wearing for millennia could finally come off. With you, he could just be himself, and he could never tell you just how much that really meant to him. But now his heart aches with a pain he's never felt before, and it hurts so much that he can't help but cry.

His devilgram followers have been seeing him a LOT more lately. So has all of the devildom, really. He's never home anymore, choosing to fill the void with temporary lovers instead. It isn't enough though, and it only makes the pain worse. But in the end, what more can he do? He doesn't understand what love is without you.

Beel

Beel loved you. More than he could understand. More than he could've known.

When the feeling first blossomed within him, he thought it was hunger. Instead, it was a burning desire for you and only you, twisting in his core and setting his heart on fire.

Beel didn't understand it, but he knew that when you were with him, he could breathe a little easier. He could forget about the gnawing hunter that clouded his thoughts. For once, he actually felt free of his sin.

And then, you told him about your significant ofter, and he’d never felt so hungry in his life. The pain was so strong he thought he might collapse from weakness right then and there. It hurt... he hated it...

To everyone's shock, Beel has begun losing his appetite more frequently, most often after catching a glimpse of you. That familiar pain would sprout within him again and make him grimace, and he could no longer find the desire to eat. Maybe he'd just take his meals to his room from now on..?

Belphie

Right... of course. A human like you would be partnered with a human. It was natural that you'd have relationships before your life in the devildom. Anyone would've known that. So... why the hell did it sting so much?

Belphie couldn't sleep. Every moment he closed his eyes, visions of your sweet smile, your wonderful laugh, the way your nose wrinkled when you ate something gross... all of it haunted him. He couldn't get you out of his head no matter what he tried.

And it was so much worse now that he knew you were taken. He wondered if this was a punishment for killing you, like the universe's way of judging him for his misdeeds, and the ages of hatred he held in his heart for humans. Why would fate allow him to be happily partnered to one?

Try as he might, this was one worry he couldn't sleep away. He could never get comfortable. He couldn't close his eyes without thinking about you. He didn't want this. He hated this feeling of self loathing and regret. Belphagor wanted you, more than he’d ever wanted anything.

Maybe... he could convince you to love him? Show you that his love was so, SO much more than what anyone else could offer? He’d remind you of all the times you two shared together. You're not scared, right? Good. That's the last thing he’d want, because he loves you.

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[shingia]

hey no worries!! the other 3 for the fight hcs were iwa, omi, and tsumu!

✗ THEIR S/O GET’S SCARED DURING A FIGHT

ok i really hope this is what you expected because i’m afraid that i might have missed a detail in your request since i deleted it :// (if it’s not, feel free to tell me and request it again !) <33

-> bokuto, iwa, kuroo, yams, atsumu, sakusa

⊹ BOKUTO

• it was just a little argument that you two had on the phone. but bokuto had never raised his voice at you until now, and it was enough to make your stomach twist nervously

• when he entered your apartment about fifteen minutes later, bokuto thought you might have gone to bed already, so he tried to be as quiet as possible

• but no, you were still up, obsessing over the fight. and since you didn’t hear the front door open, you flinched when he entered the kitchen, instinctively stepping back until your back hit the counter

• bokuto’s frown of fatigue immediately vanished at the sight of you huddled in a corner, visibly scared

• « baby what’s wrong ? » he asked, not thinking for one second that you could be scared of him. but it only took one glance to your eyes for him to understand. and he was horrified

• « hey, it’s me ! look, it’s just me ! » he repeated, pointing at his face like it was so obvious that he would never ever hurt you

• your shoulders started to relax, but as much as he wanted to run to you for a hug, he only opened his arms and waited for you to come instead

• which you did, after a few seconds of pondering

• « i’m sorry i yelled. i’m so sorry, can you forgive me ? » he pleaded, bottom lip quivering as he remembered the fear in your eyes

• you were used to bokuto’s hugs, but this one was the tightest he had ever given you. and by far

• he refused to take his hands off of you for the rest of the evening, either stroking your back, your arms or just holding you close against him

• and he apologized about five more times before you two went to bed

⊹ IWAIZUMI

• iwa had wanted to punch many people in his life. but you had never ever been one of them

• however, he tended to be pretty expressive during your arguments. up to the point that you got genuinely scared when he slammed his hand on the table

• « oh come on i’m not gonna hit y- » he started, not realizing the extent of your fear until he saw your shaky hands. « hey… hey, come here. you know i would never hit you, right ? i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that »

• he felt like shit, obviously but the anger he felt towards himself would have to wait, because right now you needed his undivided attention

• he reached out his hand for you to grasp before gently pulling you in his embrace. his arms were barely touching yours, like he was afraid of being too abrupt

• « look, it’s forgotten. whatever it was i was mad about, it’s behind us. i promise » he told you, placing the softest kiss on top of your head.

• he wanted nothing more than to bring you to your bedroom and give you the best cuddle session of your life. but then again, he was scared that you might not be ready for that much physical contact

• so he decided that he would first give you a glass of water first, before asking you if you were comfortable cuddling with him

• and you were, although the glass of water had been much needed

• iwa had never been one to pepper you with kisses at the first opportunity, but today was an exception. and a big one

⊹ KUROO

• all it took was for kuroo to put his hand behind his neck in annoyance for you to take a step backwards

• « please don’t » he heard you mutter, eyes closed like you were expecting the worst

• his heart dropped to his stomach in less than a second. he had never thought he would ever see you react like that to something he did

• whatever he was previously mad at you for was long forgotten - the only thing that mattered was your shaking figure in front of his distraught eyes

• his hands cupped your cheeks with the greatest care as he looked for anything in your body language that could show you were uncomfortable

• but it seemed like your fear had passed, some of it at least. so he took a few steps towards you, little by little not to scare you, and leaned slightly so that your faces were at the same height

• he loved that you were smaller than him, but right now the last thing he wanted was too look down on you

• « no matter the circumstances, no matter how tired or upset i am, i would never even think about hurting you. do you understand ? »

• you nodded quietly, trying your best to hold his gaze. his hands were warm on your face, and it reminded you of all the times they had already touched you - always with infinite tenderness and never ever in a hurtful way

• « come here » he smiled, encouraging you to come closer

• as soon as he felt your head rest on his chest, he wrapped the both of you in his jacket, keeping you as close to him as humanly possible

• « we’re staying like this until one of us has to pee »

⊹ YAMAGUCHI

• never in a million years would you ever think yamaguchi could hit you. but it didn’t mean that it was impossible for you to get scared during your arguments

• they were so rare that it felt like he was seconds away from breaking up with you. and just the thought of that made you panic rather quickly

• yamaguchi was so caught up in his ranting that he was more talking to himself than you, really. but that’s also why he didn’t notice your obvious fear immediately

• you were nervously playing with your hands, giving him an absolutely terrorized look that got him to stop talking as soon as his eyes met yours. 

• but the sudden silence only made your fear grow stronger. this is it, you thought as your eyes began to fill with tears

• « please… » you implored with a shaky voice. his jaw slackened in shock. were you… scared of him ? your teary eyes sent a shiver down his spine - he had to make this right

• his cold hands wrapped around yours, holding them carefully as if they were the most precious of treasures

• « i’m sorry » he told you even though he was not really sure of what had scared you so much « are you… are you ok ? »

• the more seconds passed, the more scared he was. and as ironically as it sounded, he started to fear that you might want to break up with him

• hearts tight with apprehension, you two spoke at the exact same time : « please don’t leave me »

• just as you were about to pull the other in for a hug, you stopped in your tracks, taken aback by what had just happened. 

• yamaguchi let out a shy chuckle, and you were quick to do the same, both relieved that you two were still madly in love no matter what

⊹ ATSUMU

• atsumu was dramatic, you knew that. and it was one of the reasons why you loved him so much

• however, him being his dramatic self during a fight was definitely not something you were comfortable with

• he was very demonstrative, especially with his arms. and each of his movements made you fear the worst

• but the second he heard you whimper in fear, you can be sure that he immediately stopped moving, keeping his arms up for a few seconds while he stared at you with wide eyes

• « don’t hit me please » you pleaded, eyes shut closed like you were expecting his fist to land on your face any second

• atsumu absolutely refused to believe he had heard you right. but he had to face the facts : you were shaking like a leaf and your eyes were filled with apprehension

• he was always more than happy to initiate physical contact with you, but right now it felt like he was pulled towards you by an unknown force

• he didn’t even think about what he was doing, just wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rested his chin on your head like he was trying to hold as much of you as he could

• « what kind of sick bastard would hurt someone as cute as ya… » he muttered, not even expecting an answer « hey uh… can ya hug me back whenever ya feel like it ? just to let me know yer alright »

• you took a deep breath to calm your nerves, letting his cologne invade your sense of smell before slowly wrapping your arms around him

• atsumu let out a loud sigh, his chest rising and falling against your cheek. then, his hands made their way to your thighs before scooping you up and heading to the living room

• « here, i gotta make amends » he smiled before sitting you on the couch and slumping over you with the stupidest smile on his lips

⊹ SAKUSA

• you had never heard sakusa yell. and as much as you were glad to have a calm boyfriend, it also meant that he could get scary pretty fast during your arguments

• because quiet anger was often much worse than explosive anger

• you had noticed that his fists were clenched, but he was still not raising his voice and it seemed like he had no intention of doing so

• « this is seriously starting to piss me off… » he mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers, which only accentuated your feeling that his anger was just bottled up, and that it would eventually blow up

• so as soon as he raised a hand to run it through his hair, you let out a frightened gasp and stumbled backwards in panic

• sat on the floor, you didn’t dare to take your eyes off of him. and this was a sight that sakusa knew he would never forget. you looked terrorized, like a deer caught in the headlights

• the first thing he did was to kneel down to rest a reassuring hand on your shoulder. 

• « are you ok ? » he asked, both referring to your fall and to whatever was going on in your mind « did i… did i scare you ? »

• the piteous sniffle that you let out broke his heart. and it was enough for him to pull you against his chest, letting you sit between his legs as he rested his chin on your shoulder

• he had never felt so guilty, and he was ready to spend hours holding you in his arms if needed

• « i love you. keep that in mind » he whispered, placing a quick kiss on your cheek « and i promise you, for as long as i live, nobody will ever lay a hand on you »

• he spent the rest of the day being the most attentive and cuddly he had ever been, even after you assured him that you were ok.

• and he even gave you two of his sweaters, just to make sure he was completely forgiven

@toworuu​ @catwithangerissues​

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #bokuto koutarou #bokuto headcanons #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo headcanons #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi headcanons #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi headcanons #miya atsumu #atsumu headcanons #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa headcanons

[sweetpxxches]

✨Hcs or a small one shot, if you write those!✨ Just a cute thing of Tabi and a really good friend (y/n),t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶’̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶c̶r̶u̶s̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶, engaging in a war or sorts: trying to make each other laugh or chicken out, with dirty jokes and being suggestive..Mayyybe it ends with them deciding to give into their feelings, and there’s a lil sex time? 👀

A moment of grace.

Contains: Smut!

"Tabi, is everything okay?" Was the first thing he heard when he was too busy spacing out when he was gazing upon your face, you unnoticed of his stare up until now. His body jolted, his head immediately jerking away in attempts to try and hide his blush. "Erm, yes. Everything is fine, I was just... out of thought." The two of you were sitting on a bench waiting for a ride home, you unfortunately walked your way home today so you couldn't give Tabi a ride. But this gave him the time to wonder if there was a chance he could at least get closer to you. You saw him grew nervous, you know he was assuming that he was making you uncomfortable, but you reached your hand to his to assure him. "Tabi, it's alright, you aren't creeping me out. We've been hanging out all day, remember?" He rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. "I know, but it's just... I feel like I'm pushing things too far, you know? I don't want to invade your space, and I definitely don't want you to feel awkward around me. But it's fine if you do feel that way, you aren't the first, and you won't be the la--" You squeezed his hand, brow furrowing. "Absolutely not! I won't let you feel that way around me, one way or another! You're a good man to me, Tabi, so let's just... make this night worth while, okay?"

It was silence, and it was hesitation. But long behold, Tabi sighed in response and nodded. "Of course, of course. I'll stay with you for the night, but please let me know if I'm doing anything wrong." You smiled at him, keeping the grip. "Tab, you're fine. If you were really freaking me out, I wouldn't of let you in my house, would I? Besides, I want to do stuff with you at home." That caught his attention, what did you mean by that? Is there something you're hiding from him?! His head filled up with assumptions, all he could ever connect to was, are you planning to do something with him this very night?! His eyes spaced off again, but you saw the bus driving by and you tugged Tabi to come along. It wasn't long until the two of you went to your place on the bus ride, but throughout Tabi was only assuming what could be happening.

. . .

Tabi saw himself in your living room, invited to play video games with you. There were occasions of you struggling on certain levels, but Tabi knew what he was doing, his hands holding yours as he helped guiding you around the game. Your cheeks lightly blushed in a rose tint as you noticed how careful he is with you. Tabi was rambling along the way of the gameplay, explaining the methods and the game's story, you couldn't help but smile at him being content and being himself for once other than being an anti-social rude jerk that he keeps that mask on for around others. You two weren't tired at all in that late evening, Tabi was only chuckling at your times dying in the game and he took the control from you, and playfully he wouldn't hand it back to you after he died in the game as well. He laughed as he watched you try to crawl on top of him, only for you two to end up realizing the position you were.

Tabi stared, seeing your body pressed up against his on top, and you blinked at him seeing how he was staring at you intensely again. "Tabi?" You blinked. He flinched and lightly pushed you off with the controller on your hands and crossed his arms immediately. "N-Nothing! Sorry, I apologize, I never meant to get that handsy with you." Tabi looked away. "What are you talking about? You hardly touched me, silly. We were just messing around!" You playfully nudged him with your arm, but he was trying very hard to keep himself together. "It's... It's not that." He mumbled. You paused the game, tilting your head at him. "Tabi, is everything okay?" He froze, looking at you. "I'm... fine. R-Really, I am."

"You say that but here you are shaking, come on, you're hiding something from me, aren't you?" You crossed your arms, smiling at him in a smug manner. He immediately grew defensive, sitting up. "E-Excuse me! Why would I?!" He obviously wasn't scaring you that easily, the fact he was trying to be huffy puffy with you was genuinely adorable. "Tabi, you've been staring at me all day, the way you brushed your hands against mine and the fact you tried to be funny and got immediately nervous when you succeeded, Tabi, you can just say you like me." He tugged his hat over his skull, huffing. "Stop, I know, it's embarrassing, creepy, and weird, and--"

"I like you too, Tabi." You smiled.

"... You. Do." He looked through his hat, blinking. "You do?" Tabi repeated. "Yes, I do, Tabi. And you don't need to worry about how you are around me, I love the way that you are. Even if you are a hothead at others, doesn't scare me at all!" You reached to hold his hand, and for once his fingers coiled with yours, the moment of serenity washing over him. "... Right." Was all he could mutter. You giggled, tugging him over. "Tabi, lift the skull up, will ya?" He immediately flinched at that response. "What?! But there's nothing there- I have nothing! How will you even-" You cut him off once more, lifting his skull that he had kept to hide the fact he was invisible, your hands holding his cheeks, to feel them and find his lips. Tabi was silent the whole time, but he was nervous, he didn't want to ruin this moment, but he had no other choice but to let you venture. Your thumb brushed his lower lip, and you leaned in to give him a kiss, a shock of joy and fear filled Tabi, and his only response was to hold your hips. "Y-You really find every chance to get what you want, don't you?" Tabi commented as you held your head back, and you smirked. "C'mon, Tabi. I'll give you some affection I've been dying to give you since we've met."

. . .

This was the first time he's ever done this with someone before, invisible of course. The first time he had intimacy was with Girlfriend, who he regret even giving that sense of trust to ever since she backstabbed him. But this is different, you were different, you never wanted to put him through high expectancy and still hurt him for failing you once. He's messed up so many times, but you forgive him and you worked with him, and that was all he could ever ask for. Now there you were, sitting on top of his lap giving him passionate kisses as your hands gently rubbed his groin, making his legs twitch from time to time in your bedroom. This was the first time you've seen him this way, allowing you to touch him, the way his body warms up as you kiss from his lips down to his neck, he couldn't help but purr. His hands were under your pants, tugging down both the garments with it. You found it cute that he was a bit impatient, but you didn't want to waste time yourself either. "Tabi," you leaned back, hands on his chest to let him get comfortable against the bed, "I'm gonna do most of the work, okay? You sit tight." He looked up at you, nodding quietly. "Of course."

You kissed him once more, your kisses trailing down to his neck, then his chest, and you crept down to his crotch. You can tell he was getting desperate, his bulge throbbing in need of you. You bit your lip, unzipping his pants to let his cock out. He was embarrassed though, because he knew you can't see it, but you don't care. But with it out, your thought to yourself was 'How big exactly is it?' The only way you can find that out was to suck him off. You held his shaft, carefully stroking it. Tabi gripped the bed sheets, trying not to get ahead of himself. He muttered your name, feeling his cock get hard from your touch alone. You smiled, spoiling his cock with kisses, but as your reached for the tip, you've realized something... this man's huge. Your eyes lightly lit up at the realization, but you didn't want to back down now. Swallowing your concerns, you began to put his cock in your mouth, your eyes shut as you felt him throb again from excitement. His hands crept their way your hair, getting a gentle grip on you. Your one eye opened up at him, and you closed it again as you knew he wanted more, your head moving down forward. As you did so, you heard Tabi's breathing grow louder, his hand gripping tighter. You loved how desperate he was getting, the way his body moved up for you, you couldn't help but put your hands on the rest of his shaft, bobbing your head back and forth as your hand stroked along with it. Tabi moaned your name, his hips moving up to have his whole cock in your throat. Your eyes widened as you felt him take control.

Though as you felt him getting rough, you moved along with him, hearing the loud adorable moans he was muttering. His hips thrust one last time, filling your mouth with his cum. Cursing in Russian, he kept your head still, making you gag slightly from his large size taking up your throat. But as he began to calm down, you held your head back to breathe, letting the excess of his cum drip on your chest. Tabi looked down to see you in a mess, and he couldn't help but grow excited again. You giggled at his cock throbbing back into an erect place, you moving back up to level above his lap. "You're fucking cute, you know that Tabi?"

"Please just put it in already." Was all he could ask. You smiled, leveling yourself against his cockhead against your entrance, and the moment you slipped it in entirely, Tabi leaned back up to give you a messy kiss, you felt his tongue slide inside your mouth as he grabbed your rear to make you move your hips. As you did so, he kept his focus all on you. He's in love with you, and that was given. The sounds of you bouncing on him, as his moans continued and your own matching with his, he couldn't help but push you back, him on top of you. You gasped, seeing the glint in his eye changed. He didn't want to waste time, nor did you. You felt him thrust deeper inside of you, hitting your g-spot as he held your wrists up. "T-Tabi, I'm almost gonna cum--!" You squeaked as you felt him reach down to your neck, giving it a harsh bite. From the pain of his bite, you couldn't help but reach your climax, his cock then thrusting harder inside of you feeling your body quiver. He then reached his own ecstasy, thrusting deep within you to fill you with his cum once more, the warmth making you sweat. With a satisfied grunt, he pulled out, flopping on the other side of the bed, huffing to himself.

"S-Shit, Tabi, you did a number on me." You wheezed, sitting up to see him just looking like he did something he never thought would happened. You couldn't help but laugh, coming over to pull him into a hug. "C'mere, you. I think you're done for today." Tabi blinked back into reality, seeing you were hugging him with your head pressed against his chest. He couldn't help but stare again, then smiled softly. His hand gently stroked your head, and his other arm pulled you into a complete hug. "T-Thank you for this moment between us..." Tabi sighed, leaning his head on top of yours.

"Of course, I love you, Tabi."

"... I love you just as much, love."

#oops it was a whole ass fic #asks #anon #tabi x reader #tabi #fnf #smut warning #MY MIND WENT ABOVE AND BEYOND FORGIVE ME ANON

[lexacoolfox]

Hi I really liked the nagito x clingy s/o hcs! Can you di him but with an s/o who’s like Zenitsu from demon slayer?

I love this idea! Luckily I’ve watched demon slayer.

Nagito with an S/O like Zenitsu from demon slayer

just like zenitsu anytime you saw a guy you thought was cute, hot, or something. You would always grab their hands and say “please! Marry me!” And they almost always rejected you.

Until you meet Nagito, you two meet in the main course class. The moment you laid your eyes on him, you felt your heart explode I wouldn’t be surprised if your eyes had hearts in them. Nobody was actually in their besides you two. He saw you and greeted you with a smile and you dashed over to him and grabbed one of his hands with both of yours. Got down on both knees and said “I don’t know who you are! but! please! marry me!”

Like anybody he was quite surprised but then gave a little chuckle and said “I would love too!-“ your eyes light up “but I think you could find somebody much better, than trash like me.”

At that moment you gave him a blank face look like you didn’t understand a thing he just said.

“Excuse me?”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry. I think I just misheard you can you repeat that?”

“I said you can probably find somebody much better than trash like me.”

You started thinking a bunch of things ‘is he joking?’ ‘When was the last time this guy saw a mirror?’ ‘He’s looks like the definition of an angel!’ ‘Wait is this just a lie cause he doesn’t want to date me or he already has a girlfriend?’ You thought that the last one made the most sense.

“Listen if you weren’t into dating me or you had a girlfriend already you could’ve just told me. You didn’t have to lie.” You said irritated

“What made you think I lied!?” He said shocked

“Cause nobody as cute as you would call themselves trash!”

“Y-you think I-I’m c-cute?!?”

“Yeah, you look like an angel! That’s why I want you to marry me!”

“Well were to young to get married and we just met. How about we go on a date first?”

“Really! Sure! How about we go see a movie?”

“Yeah that’s sounds great!”

“Oh also my name is S/O!”

“What a wonderful name! I’m Nagito Komaeda!”

Inside you were so excited you were going on your first date with a super cute boy!

When you guys went to the movies he suggested a scary movie. Now you were a big baby when it came to scary things but you didn’t want to look lame to him. So you agreed and thought about how you have to stay brave during the movie.

30 minutes in the movie…

You were screaming at every jump scare even when they weren’t that scary. At the end you were crying. You were so embarrassed

“I’m sorry Nagito. I probably ruined that movie for you with all my screaming and crying. I can’t help it I scare very easily. I’ll just go home, thanks for the chance to go on a date.”

Before you walked away, he grabbed your wrist

“I really don’t mind, I found it adorable when you got scared and would cling onto my arm. Also letting yourself cry and trying not hold back your emotions must mean you are pretty honest and not one to hide your feelings. I can appreciate that about someone.”

You felt your face heat up! He just too cute

“T-then you wouldn’t mind going another date right?”

“Yeah!”

You jumped and and celebrated

Not long you guys officially became each others significant other.

Though one thing plagued both of your minds

“S/O I’ve never seen your ultimate talent. I also don’t know what it is. when I did research about our class and your name came up it was just question marks?”

“As weird as it may sound I don’t know but people thought I have one cause I get into trouble a lot and I get scared so much I pass out. But when I wake up I’m home.”

“Hhm that’s very interesti-mph!”

Both you guys were grabbed and pushed into a van and both of your hand were behind your back with handcuffs!

“Oh my god! What’s going on! We are going to DIE! NO NO NO NO NO NO! I can’t Die! I’m to young! I-I-I…” you pass out

“S/O!!”

“Wow what a scaredy-cat!”

“How pathetic.”

Suddenly you standed up. Which shocked everbody in the back of the van

“S/o…?”

Then you kicked one of them in the face. That one happened to have the key which you grabbed unlocked your handcuffs with. Then one by one in a blink of an eye you knocked them out.

“Don’t worry Nagito. I will protect and save you.”

You picked him up and opened the back of the van and jumped out. Thank goodness they were at a red light. The van drove off.

You then unlocked Nagito handcuffs. You then started waving back and forth. You landed on his shoulder mad a few snore noises and then woke up

“Ah! Oh Nagito! I had the most terrible dream! I dreamt that we were kidnapped!”

Nagito was still to process everything that just happened. Then he realize that must be your ultimate talent.

“Hey S/O did you ever learn how to fight?”

“Thats quite funny you ask me that…I did take a kung fu class and somehow I got into expert and pro. Why do you ask?”

“Oh I’m just curious.”

He thought it was quite the amazing and unusual talent but never the less he loved it!

Your classmates asked Nagito what your talent is! Since yourself didn’t know it. He would say he didn’t know even thought he did. because he thought nobody would believe him even if they told him.

It all came to light one day. when fuyuhiko knocked you out with a punch that was meant for Nagito cause he wouldn’t stop talking about Hope. But you jumped infront of him.

Everybody was watching.

“Ugh This time I’m going to get you!”

But before he could hit Nagito you grabbed his arm

“Wha-oof!”

You kicked him in the stomach and then punched him in the face.

Peko then tried to hit you with her bamboo sword. But you dodged and dodged until you found an opening and did not hold back on your attacks. Both of them were on the floor not able to get up.

“None of you will ever hurt Nagito.”

Everbody was really surprised cause that’s the most confident they ever heard you. Cause you were either crying or yelling.

Then you fell back into Nagito’s arms. Then you woke up.

“Did I fall asleep in class! Am I in trouble with our teacher! Nagitoooooo! Am I in trouble!”

You were back to normal.

From that day forward nobody messes with Nagito when you were asleep. Even Akane and Nekomaru

Sometime even when you weren’t asleep you could be very scary

For example some kids were making fun of Nagito calling him a hope obsessed freak and making fun of his looks.

”HUH! HOW DARE YOU MAKE FUN OF HIM!! YOU ALL ARE PROBABLY JUST JEALOUS!! YEAH JEALOUS!!! CAUSE HE’S SUPER CUTE AND IN THE MAIN COURSE AT HOPES PEAK ACADEMY!! BUZZ OFF!! LEAVE MY BOYFRIEND ALONE!! OR YOU WILL REGRET IIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTT!!!”

A mad Zenitsu for people who don’t watch demon slayer. To give them an idea.

Nagito was a little considered about you after that little display.

“My hope do you really think that was necessary?”

You look back at him and noticed the nervousness on his face.

“Why do you think that was weird?!? I’m sorry I won’t do it again! ʷᵉˡˡ ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿ ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ. Please don’t break up with me!!”

He comforted you promising he wasn’t going to break up with you over it.

You love Nagito probably more than he loves you and everybody’s talent and hope! And let me tell you that’s a lot. Like a lot!

Your just counting the days until you guys are old enough to get married. That’s how much you love him.

He never finds your crying or yelling annoying which can’t be said for a lot of people.

“Nagito I don’t know how you put up with me. But I really appreciate how you haven’t left me. I hope you don’t ever leave me. I love you a lot!”

“I know you think the way you act and the things you do are annoying, and to other people it is but not to me. It’s just who you are and I love who you are. I won’t leave you. I also know your waiting until we’re old enough to get married. I promise one day I’ll marry you.”

“OH MY GOSH REALLY! I LOVE YOU NAGITO! YOUR JUST THE BE-NO! THE GREATEST BOYFRIEND EVER! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!”

Then you started kissing him all over his face, hugging him, and nuzzling your faces together. All the while he was smiling, chuckling, and laughing

You two just have a really good relationship. It’s so cute and interesting!

Thank you komaeda_simp37 again! With another story idea! I hope you all enjoyed this little story and hope you consider following me! Please don’t be scared to ask me idea’s. Considering what it is I’ll think about writing it. I don’t do you know $exu@l stuff and I won’t write stuff like kidn@pping, or @bu$e! I am kinda of a yandere fan though so I might do that! Hope you have a wonderful day bye!

-Lexacoolfox

#anime #demon slayer #zenitsu #nagito komaeda #nagito x reader #s/o x danganronpa characters #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa goodbye despair

[randonowrong]

Water Deity! Reader x Ranboo [HCs] Part 2:

Second Meeting:

Ever since Ranboo's first encounter with you, his head would be filled with thoughts about the veiled figure that comforted him.

He still remembers the feeling of your hand on his cheek. The power you exhibited when you controlled the water.

He didn't feel the need to even write about you in his memory book as you remained deep in his thoughts, a memory so impactful his mind was unable to let go of.

He turned his attention towards the door when he heard a knock. "Ranboo!" it was Tubbo.

Opening the door, he saw his friend and President of L'manberg at his doorstep. "What do you need Tubbo?"

"Follow me!" Tubbo replied, running off towards the main path as Ranboo put on his equipment.

After taking the portal and using the nether hub, they arrived at a jungle by the sea. "What are we doing here?"

Tubbo explained to him about the ocean monument they found and the plans to create a Guardian Farm for resources. Construction had already began with the help of Sam but Tubbo came to ask him for help as well.

Leading Ranboo to the floating platform where the materials were stored, he saw that segments of a glass wall had been built to mark and separate the area.

He observed the large expanse and noted the water that gushed into the space for the structure. "So what do you want me to do?"

"Well...—" Tubbo began to say the plans for the farm and the steps they would take before actually starting to build the structure itself. They still needed to finish the wall, drain the water inside, and so on.

After Tubbo finished explaining, the two started their work, aiming to finish the glass wall.

After a few hours they had finished the wall and was now in the process of draining the water.

Tubbo had left to return for L'manberg earlier so Ranboo was left alone.

He laid down on the floating platform, which swayed with the waves, as he closed his eyes in exhaustion.

Taking notice of the environment around him, he took note of the cold sea breeze that danced on his skin. The smell of the sea enveloping his nose. And the sound of waves crashing against the glass wall.

A new sound entered his ears as he heard someone make their way towards him. Footsteps on the wood of the platform and the occasional creaking.

Ranboo assumed it was Tubbo, who returned from his business in L'manberg or Sam, who came to oversee and help in the construction.

"You know, the idea of draining the ocean seemed easy. Putting it into work and actually doing it is exhausting" he chuckled.

When he didn't receive a response, he decided to turn his head to the direction of the footsteps, which stopped when it was close enough to him.

Opening his eyes, he came face to faced with a pair of bare feet. He wondered why Sam or Tubbo or anyone would walk barefoot.

He trailed his gaze upwards and stilled when his eyes landed on you.

It was night time and the only light illuminating the scene was the gleam of the moon.

It's rays fell upon your veiled figure as the moonlight enhanced your features. The breeze causing your veil to billow and drops of water on your form.

"What do you mean draining the ocean?" you asked with a cold tone, a slight frown on your face.

'Oh no' is the first thought that came to Ranboo's mind. You had power over water, so that might make you a Guardian or God of water, and the sea would be your domain.

A look of panic fell on his features as his jumbled mind tried to form an explanation, an excuse to tell you.

Receiving no answer, you made your way to the edge of the platform which was connected to the glass wall and dipped your hand into the water.

Ripples formed on the surface of the water, originating from your hand. The waves which were in motion stopped.

The ripple spread throughout a large area of the sea which his eyes couldn't reach.

Slowly, the water in the glass wall formed streams upwards and converged into a single orb of water. Said orb beginning to grow as it drew more of the contents of the glass wall into it's form.

"Amazing." Ranboo blurted out before he covered his mouth, realizing that he spoke that out loud. He stood up to gain a better view and saw that you had cleared the water in the walls until the last drop.

Returning your gaze to him, your eyes still cold as you awaited an explanation.

"Uhm, I-uh..." Ranboo stuttered out. His moment of clarity now over and returning to a panicked state of mind.

You took a step towards Ranboo when the sound of a blade being drawn and the shout of "Halt" caused you to stop in your tracks.

Ranboo looked up when he heard that and saw Sam with his blade drawn and pointed at you. Tubbo stood behind Sam with a look of fear in his eyes.

"Step away from him." Sam threatened. His grip on the sword firm and ready to strike at any moment.

"You might be disappointed in the results." You retorted, unfazed by his threat nor his blade. Slowly you took steps towards him, paying no mind to the weapon pointed at you.

The situation grew tense, Tubbo and Ranboo speechless as they saw you approach Sam without fear of being harmed or even killed.

When Sam realized you wouldn't stop in your tracks, his grip faltered for a moment. This blade of his was made using the best netherite he could find, forged in the best methods he knew, and enchanted with magic he chose himself.

The moment you begun to raise your hand into the air, tendrils of water formed from the water behind Sam, he struck.

Forcefully jabbing his blade towards your stomach, a silence befell.

His blade didn't miss it's mark. It pierced your figure and Ranboo could see the end protrude from your back.

What surprised everyone was the lack of blood.

The area where the blade pierced was rippling like water, remaining unfazed by his strike, your hand now fully outstretched you began to bring it down.

Ranboo stumbled forward to stop you from doing it, hurting his friend. He firmly gripped your forearm. "Please stop, don't hurt them."

After a moment of hesitation, you complied clenching your hand into a fist, the tendrils lost their form and fell back into the ocean. The splashing sound snapped Sam out of shock.

He stumbled back, loosing the grip on his sword. He felt fear, how did you do that, who are you— "what are you?"

When you felt Ranboo loosen the grip he had on your forearm you made your way to the top of the glass wall.

Taking a step forward, vapor in the air condensed and formed steps of water which your feet landed on.

The three stared in awe mixed with surprise and fear as you continued your stride until your feet met the cold stone of the ocean floor.

The steps of water you used remained as you made your way to enter the ocean monument. Leaving the three mortals alone.

Turning to look at them, you nodded in their direction and Ranboo understood what it meant: "Come."

A/N: I accidentally deleted my first version of this and wanted to die. Anyways, please enjoy! I almost went overboard with the first version but it accidentally deleting caused my energy to drop. Nonetheless, I will be making a third part to this which may be the Confrontation/Discussion. Will more be revealed about this supernatural stranger, wait and see!

#ranboo x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #ran.writes

[lancermylove]

Teenager MC 6: Revisit (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Demon Bros x gn!Reader, platonic. 

Warning: Angst.

Requested by: @dexpairs-blog

Prompt: Hello!(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ Ok so i had this idea(for like DAYS lol) for the teenage mc, this is gonna be pretty angsty and prob long so if you want you can ignore it! After the incident ™ and the whole Lilith thing (you know that the brothers basically saw them as a replacement for Lilith) MC decided that they wanted nothing to do with them anymore so they pretended to get along with them only to ignore the brothers and pretend this whole year never happened at the end of the exchange program. And like,, this leaves them confused asf and then Dia tells them that they told him that after what happened they straight up decided to lie to the brothers for the rest of the year and that they wanted nothing to do with them and that they don't want them to be in their life anymore. BUT NOW THE GOOD PART COMES IN, After YEARS the MC who's now a fully grown adult (like around 24/25) comes back to the Devildom with Solomon to visit the undateables since they kept in touch over the years and they're still bitter about it, how would they react to it? Would they try to earn MC's forgiveness or would they hold a grudge against them?I'm Sorry to request this but✨angst✨HSKSHSKSH I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LONG😭 YOU CAN IGNORE IT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO WRITE IT!! Also i know you write for like four characters but i also saw you write for everyone so idk gsjsghs you can choose if you want only a few characters or all the brothers.😔 Have a nice day/night and stay safe!!💕💕 Love your blog 🥺

A/N: HI! I would never ignore such a good request~. :3 LOL, I think most of us have a hidden (or open) love for angst. Oh, I changed the 4 characters thing last year to no limit! I put 4 character at the beginning because I wanted to settle into writing, and now I’m comfortable to do all characters with getting overwhelmed. BSTS has 26 character, and I wrote for all of them in one HC. XD Aww thank you!! ❤️😘

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Lucifer

Lucifer was at a loss for words after hearing Diavolo's explanation. Being the Avatar of Pride, he knew treating you like someone else would injure your pride, but he was hurt regardless. 

He and his brothers treated you like family, watched over you, wished for your happiness and well-being, and this is how you repay them? If you had any issue with anything, why didn’t you just tell him? Why did you pretend and hurt all of them? 

Your pretense and sudden change of attitude directly wounded his pride. 

When he heard you returned after all these years, Lucifer frowned and asked Barbatos, "Why inform me? I'm certain they will not want to meet me. Now, excuse me." 

You wanted nothing to do with him and his brothers, and he wanted nothing to do with you.

Lucifer mumbled to himself as he walked away, “You are right; you are not Lilith. She was kind and would never have put on an act of pretense.” 

Mammon

Mammon shattered when you ignored him. He trusted you and even thought of you as his family, so why did you choose to hurt him?

Even when he learned the reason, Mammon’s pain didn’t lessen. Was it wrong to compare you to someone they cared deeply about? Didn’t you trust him enough to talk to him about this? He would’ve explained and even would've heard your side. He would have done anything to make you happy. All you had to do was tell him. 

Asmo informed Mammon about your return to Devildom, and the Avatar of Greed couldn't stop himself from visiting you. He hurried to the castle and threw his arm around you. “You’re back!” 

When he felt your muscles stiffen, Mammon released you from his embrace and looked into your eyes. "All those times ya smiled at me...was it all pretend? When you said ya like me, was it all a lie? When you said ya cared about me...you were acting?” 

Tears filled his eyes as he gripped your shoulders. "Why didn't you tell me the truth? We loved Lilith with all our heart, and we loved ya too. So...why did ya have to hurt us? We trusted you...”

Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon remained silent and watched the two of you. 

“We knew you weren’t Lilith. We watched her die in front of our eyes...we couldn’t save her...but,” Mammon lowered his head and closed his eyes, “ya meant everything to us. We knew you weren’t Lilith, but having ya around made us feel like Lilith was with us.” 

Mammon frantically wiped his face with his jacket sleeve and averted his eyes. “You hurt us...you hurt me...and I w-won’t forgive ya for t-that.” 

He reluctantly walked out of there, holding the urge to turn around and look at you. 

Levi

Levi felt his heart slowly breaking into pieces. You never liked him? You only pretended to be nice to him? All those things you said, all your words of encouragement were a lie? His chest ached, and he couldn’t breathe properly.

You were just like everyone else. He should’ve known better.

He was right to stay shut in his room. People only knew how to hurt him, and you weren’t any different.

When Levi heard you returned, he slumped back into his gaming chair. He increased the volume of his game to drown out any unwanted thoughts.

He forced himself to focus on his raid, but his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Levi was having a hard time breathing and felt lightheaded.

The Avatar of Envy shook his head and told himself to focus, but tears clouded his vision, making it hard for him to navigate his in-game character.

Wasn’t hurting him once enough? Why did you have to return and bring all the pain back? He didn’t want anything to do with you, so why didn’t you just leave him alone?

Satan

Satan was upset when he finally learned the reason for your sudden change of behavior towards them.

Being a logical demon, he couldn’t fathom why you had to pretend. Why didn’t you just tell them the truth? Was it that difficult to say, “I am not Lilith, so stop thinking of me as her replacement!” Sure, your statement would have pained them, but they would have understood.

Would it not have been easier to come clear than put up an act? So, why?

The swirl of emotions building up inside him forced Satan to unleash his wrath. In his blind-rage state, he nearly injured some of his brothers, but Lucifer and Diavolo managed to get him under control before he did something he regretted.

When Satan heard you returned, he simply replied, “I see.”

He didn’t want anything to do with you. The last thing Satan wanted was for his wrath to get out of hand again. He didn’t want to hurt any of his brothers, especially not because of you.

Granted, he never met Lilith, but he knew how much his brothers cared for her. He had heard stories and shared Lucifer’s visions, and Satan knew for sure that you weren’t Lilith, and you would never be like her.

Asmo

Asmo couldn’t believe his ears and could only stare at Diavolo with wide eyes. It never dawned on him that he and his brothers were treating you as a replacement for Lilith.

Though your pretense hurt him, he could understand your point of view. If someone treated him as a replacement, he would be upset with them as well.

When Asmo heard you returned to Devildom, he wasn't sure how to feel. He wanted to meet you but knew you didn't want to see him. The Avatar of Lust decided to visit you, considering he wanted to apologize to you.

Asmo slowly walked up behind you and spoke softly. "Hi, sweetie. I'm glad to see you're doing well. You may not want to see me, but please listen to what I have to say."

He stepped in front of you and took your hands in his. "Sweetie, I am so sorry for hurting your feelings. I don't blame you for what you did, but dear, why didn't you tell us? You didn’t have to pretend. If you had spoken up back then, we would have mend our ways. All of us missed our beloved sister, so..."

Seeing your expressionless face, Asmo changed subjects. "Anyway, I simply wanted to apologize to you. Please take care of yourself, and sweetie, you look beautiful."

Asmo forced a smile before releasing your hands and walking away.

Beel

When Diavolo told everyone what you said to him, Beel broke.

He knew you weren’t Lilith but having you around lessened his guilt for not being able to save his sister. Learning that you didn't like being Lilith's replacement, Beel was in turmoil.

The demon truly cared about you and thought you cared for him as well. He even shared his food with you, so why did you hate him? Was seeing you as Lilith bad?

When you returned to Devildom as an adult, Beel got so excited that he forgot what happened in the past and came to meet you. But when he saw your bitter expression, he froze.

Beel approached you and tugged on your sleeve. "I missed...you. Are you doing okay?"

You chose to ignore him, but Solomon couldn't brush aside Beel's disheartened expression. "Beel, it seems like (Y/N) is still upset. Could you leave them alone?"

"But...why are you upset? I am sorry if I hurt you." The Avatar of Gluttony replied.

"Are you truly sorry? Do you know the reason why you hurt them?" Solomon asked, but Beel shook his head, "I know you miss Lilith, but treating (Y/N) as a replacement was unfair to them."

The demon remained silent for a few seconds before mumbling, "Treating her as Lilith?"

He began to recall everything he and his brother had done. Beel felt guilty; he knew you weren't Lilith, and now, he realizes treating you as a substitute was wrong.

"I am s-sorry," he whispered, lowering his head, "I was happy to see you. I couldn't save Lilith, so meeting you...it felt like she came back. I am sorry...I promise I won't bother you again."

Beel dropped a bag of your favorite Devildom sweets in your hand. "These are for you."

Saying those words, he turned and dragged his feet towards the exit.

Belphie

Belphie was angry after hearing Diavolo’s words. Every inch of his body, mind, and heart filled with anger. He hated humans but meeting you changed his mind, and this infuriated him. He was right to think that humans are vile beings. He was enraged at himself for allowing you to influence this thought. 

How did Lilith fall for a human? How did such a caring, loving, and kind angel fall for such a creature? How he wished he had learned of this and stopped Lilith, then none of this would have happened. 

Belphie’s resentment towards humans returned tenfold. He wished he had never met you. 

When the Avatar of Sloth heard you had returned, he was ready to manifest in front of you in his demon form and attack you. But Beel stopped him, “Belphie, don’t.” 

“What do you mean, Beel? (Y/N) hurt all of us. The entire time they were only acting...we were wrong to think of them as our family. We...trusted them.”

“Belphie, Lilith wouldn’t want you to hurt (Y/N).” 

Hearing Beel’s words doused Belphie’s wrath. He decided to let you live, solely for Lilith’s sake. For the time being, he was going to take a nap and calm his mind. 

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[sevenmikento]

Hello! May i please request a jjk hc or imagine where the mc is yuujis childhood friend that can see curses and has a powerful curse technique?? Yuuji knew since they were kids but kinda forgot about it cuz he didn’t really understood and mc never tried to bring it up again to keep him safe. And after coming to tokyo when the sukuna thing happened- yuuji recommended his bestfriend to gojo so they could study together. Thank you so much!! 💕💕

A/N: omg okay so i distinctly remember receiving this request while i was in bed reading angsty haikyuu fics and then i was hit with such a big brain idea for this that i made a draft of it bc i knew i would forget otherwise. also omg im so sorry but i made this a lot angstier than expected but it has a happy ending!! ;––;

genres: angsty with a fluffy ending, hurt/comfort; 1.5k words

come with me [Itadori Yuuji X Reader]

“You’re moving?” you repeat the words just spoken to you, unafraid to let the disappointment in your voice show as you feel your bottom lip begin to quiver and the back of your eyes burn up in tears. “To Tokyo? So suddenly?”

As if the news couldn’t get worse: first you learn that Grandpa Itadori passed away and now your only friend is leaving. Not to mention the fact that in between all of this, your high school got wrecked in some kind of freak incident–though you know better… the school had always reeked of cursed energy. You’ve even had to deal with some cursed spirits on your own volition before morning practices just because you could never stand them staring at you from the corner of the volleyball court.

“Wow, is it just me or did it get a lot less stuffy in here?” you overheard your senior saying once. You wish you could brag about it, about your heritage and your accomplishments as a Jujutsu Sorcerer but you can’t, not without putting yourself and the people–the person–you love in danger.

“You’re my only family left,” you can’t help but blurt out, hanging your head in shame. Ah, you think to yourself, this is bad, I’m starting to beg, aren’t I? This is dangerous territory. “I thought we promised… we…” You stop yourself from completing the sentence but you both know each other well to understand exactly what you’re referring to.

Your parents had always told you to keep your emotions in check, to ensure everything you feel is always under your control. Cry if you must, be angry if you cannot help it, but never allow your heart to rule your head.

At least that’s what they used to say a lot before they ended up cremated in urns too heavy for you to carry together at the same time. You were ten.

‘I’m the only (L/N) left,’ you thought to yourself, unaware you’d spoken out loud. You were also not aware of the boy who’d just entered the room, dressed in a black shirt a bit too big for him, his cheeks covered in dried tears.

“No,” he huffed, sitting down beside you. “I won’t let you be alone. You aren’t the last (L/N).” He said, completely misunderstanding what you’d meant. He wasn’t wrong but ultimately, you were more worried about your Jujutsu heritage linked to the name rather than the name itself. “When we get married, I’ll take your surname.”

You said ‘okay’, too young to understand the significance of marriage. All you cared about was that he was there and you weren’t alone.

Yuuji remains silent, an immense wave of guilt washing over his body, leaving behind a sensation that is both hot and cold at the same time. Although you continue to cry silently, your arms still move, helping him fold his clothes and place them neatly in his luggage. Your hands tremble in a way he hadn’t seen ever since that fateful day so many years ago–the day of the promise… The one he will have to break.

He wishes with all his heart that he can tell you about the events that have occurred over the past two days. He wants nothing more than to just hug you to his chest and spill all the secrets he’s been burdened to keep: the existence of cursed spirits, the attack on the school… his transformation into the vessel of Sukuna. The execution. The compromise Gojou sensei made for him. The hell he’s chosen for himself.

When the white-haired Sorcerer offered the two choices to him and asked Yuuji to choose his hell, he very ignorantly assumed that hell was knowing when he was going to die. But now, as he watches you bid him a tearful farewell while you wear the sweater he left behind for you–knowing that, even though he promised to visit, he probably will not have the chance to–Yuuji realises this is the real hell.

“Yuu-cchi, there’s a monster!” you cried, hiding behind the boy who was merely a few months older than you, your small hands clenching tightly onto the sleeves of his shirt. He gazes around and sees nothing.

“Where?” he asks, his own arms held out in a defensive stance, ready to take any hit from any monster coming to hurt you.

“There! There!” you continued to sob in such genuine fear that even though Yuuji himself couldn’t see the monsters, a part of him knew you weren’t lying. Though, to be frank, even if you weren’t scared, he would’ve believed you anyway.

“Don’t be afraid, (Y/N)! I will keep you safe!” he declared, waving his fists around madly. “Where is he! I’ll beat him up!”

Huh.

“What’re you so deep in thought about?” Fushiguro Megumi’s voice snaps him out of his reverie, the defeated cursed spirit’s corpse dissolving into ash right before their eyes.

“Yeah, what are you thinking of?” Gojou butts in, wrapping an arm around Yuuji’s shoulders. “You looked all happy and dopey for a second then became all sad and depressed the next. Friendship problems? Or–OH! Relationship troubles?”

“No, it’s just…” Yuuji mumbles.

“I can’t sleepover this weekend.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“My parents want me to train.”

“Train?”

“Yeah, they’re teaching me Juju—Judo.”

“Eh? That’s too bad.”

“Just?” Gojou pushes, realising he’s very likely on the cusp of discovering his new student’s deep, dark secret. For a second, he thinks it’s to no avail but before he knows it, Yuuji’s grasping his arms and looking him dead in the eye (eye? blindfold?).

“I think there’s someone I need you to meet.”

“Oh?”

You curse under your breath as you hear footsteps echo from the floors beneath you. Right now? The stupid local delinquents want to explore this stupid building right as you’re on the edge of exorcising a stupidly strong cursed spirit? You can’t help but laugh humourlessly at your luck nowadays. It seems as though ever since Itadori Yuuji left your life, you’ve been doing nothing but exorcise spirits. Maybe you’re just bored and have nothing to do or maybe you’ve become a magnet for spirits with your increased levels of cursed energy.

“I’ll visit you when I have the time,” he said. But you knew he was lying. Just by looking at his dumb face you could tell he never intends on coming back.

A bitter taste crawls up the back of your throat and the cursed spirit cackles, elated by the frustration emitting off of you. You just know that if you could read its mind, it’ll be thinking of how powerful it could become by consuming you.

“Not a chance, you fuck!” you snap, feeling the familiar sensation of warmth crawl up your body as you harness all of your cursed energy to both your hands. Blue flames ignite from the centre of your palms, as you utilise your cursed technique: “Hinokagatsuchi!”

You charge towards the cursed spirit, ready to melt its skull into nothingness when a familiar voice calls out your name.

“(Y/N)!” Yuuji’s fist reaches the spirit before your technique can, the force of his punch so immense that it slams the corpse of your foe into a wall, forming a crater of shattered concrete.

“Hinokagatsuchi, huh?” A man with stunningly white hair walks into the room. “Haven’t heard that one in a while. “Are you from the (L/N) clan, by any chance?”

Before you can respond, a pair of warm hands clasp your face firmly but with a notable tenderness. The same hands that Itadori Yuuji used to kill a cursed spirit with a single punch now cradled your head, his thumbs carefully caressing your cheeks.

“Are you okay? Did you get hit? Are you injured anywhere?” he frets, his fingers combing through your hair before he pulls you close, hugging you to his firm chest.

From behind you, the white-haired man whispers: “actually I think your friend had it very much under control.” But he goes ignored.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve realised it sooner. I should have told you everything.” Yuuji presses his lips to the crown of your head. “I… I should have come clean and it would have spared us both the pain.” He laughs humourlessly. “I feel like a real dumbass, not realising what you’ve been hiding all these years even after I get dragged into the Jujustu world myself.”

Everything is happening so quickly, you find yourself rendered utterly speechless. Is he really here? Did he just kill a cursed spirit with a single blow? How did that man know about your family?

Your hands slowly creep up his back as you wrap you arms around him and close your eyes, relishing in the warmth of his body and the familiarity of his scent. He hasn’t even been gone for more than a week and yet you feel as though a lifetime of loneliness had been cured with just his return.

“I love you…” you can’t help but admit, though you have a feeling it wasn’t very much of a secret to begin with.

“I love you, too,” Yuuji replies, kissing you on head once more. “Come with me. Come with me to Tokyo, to the same Jujutsu school. Teach me everything you know and become stronger with me.”

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Hi hi! Could I request a hc with the brothers where Mc does the same thing Clem,from eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind does? Like,MC and the brother breaks up and MC decides to get a procedure to erase him and their relationship? Sorry if this is confusing:(

I unfortunately have never seen the movie so I can't exactly base it on that, but I do like the idea of MC having their memory erased, so I did the best I could.

⚠️ Warning: Absolute pure angst. This broke my heart. Grab the tissues. Seriously, you'll need them. I cried writing every single one of these.

Lucifer

The break-up really hurt him. It hurt his pride, his heart, and his soul. This broken man was now in a million pieces.

Lucifer wasn't isn't very good at receiving kindness, or love, so it was new to him, but he still did his best.

Now, everything he had ever loved had found a way to betray him, and now you belong to that list as well.

Where did he go wrong? What happened? Was he not enough for you? He always tried, even going out of his comfort zone for you.

He would try his hardest not to show how broken down he truly was, not in public. But behind the scenes he would break down, letting the tears fall.

Even with all of his hurt, he always tried to make an effort to smile at you when you passed him in the hall, even though it physically pained him to see your face.

One day after RAD, you passed him in the hallway as you normally do, but he noticed you didn't even bother to look up at him, which was unusual for you.

Turning around, concerned, he painfully uttered your name, "MC?"

You turned around, a confused look on your face. "How do you know my name?" You paused, "Do I know you?"

There goes the rest of his pride. His heart sank. Did you really not remember him? What about your memories together? The relationship you had? All of those special nights you had spent together?

He was left completely speechless. He simply took a breath to try to avoid letting tears form and mumbled "I'm sorry" before fleeing the scene.

Lucifer desperately tried to erase such an awful memory from his mind but his negative thoughts became too much for him.

That night he was a mess, putting every ounce of blame on himself. He drank until it hurt. He cried alone in his room. His broken heart fueled a now drunken rage that tore him apart from the inside, out.

You were the last thing that truly held him together. You were his stability. Now, everything you ever shared was just a memory of his, and only his. How could this happen to him?

Mammon

Mammon never truly processed the break-up. He avoided it like he avoids his debt papers.

In his eyes it never happened. It was just a little fight, right? There was no way either of you meant any of it. He never meant what he said. He was just frustrated. His brothers stressed him out.

Mammon tried desperately. He begged, pleaded, did everything he could to try to convince you to take him back.

The memory of you crying and screaming "I wish I never met you!" haunted him, day after day, night after night.

However the memory never stopped him from trying to win you back.

Having a sudden burst of confidence one night he went down to your room, breathing a deep breath before knocking at your door then letting himself in.

"MC we need to ta-" His words cut short as he noticed the terrified and confused look on your face.

"Are ya okay? Why are ya lookin' at me like that?" Mammon's heart pained at the confused look you gave him.

"Should I know you?" You asked, staring blankly at the demon before you.

"MC, c'mon that ain't funny! Of course ya remember me! I'm The Great Mammon!" Mammon's golden blue eyes were now overflowing as his heart broke all over again as you sat in front of him with a very confused look on your face.

You eventually called for Lucifer, who had to remove his absolute mess of a brother from your room.

From outside of his door, the sound of destruction filled the empty silence of the halls. Through broken sobs he yelled to himself, saying he was nothing but scum.

While the scenes of you both together replayed in his head he couldn't understand how he had let it come to this. He had lost his most precious and treasured gift. You.

Levi

Levi didn't take the break up very lightly.

Night after night he would stay awake, distracting himself by playing games, watching anime, and talking to Henry 2.0.

"Of course this would happen, Henry, no one ever likes me. I'm just a stupid yucky otaku. I'll never be good enough, not like my brothers."

Levi spent many hours sobbing, just heartbroken at the little things that reminded him of you.

He didn't understand where he went wrong. What did he do to deserve this? Why did he have to get so attached to a normie anyway?

Rather than trying to talk to you about it, he hid in his room, making sure to avoid you at all costs.

What Levi didn't realize, is that the memories you shared, were bothering you just as much as they bothered him.

His heart ached, but eventually after being hyped up by his best pal, Henry, he mustered up whatever confidence he had to finally get out of his room and talk to you when he saw you.

He wasn't at all prepared for what was about to happen.

Already shaking like a leaf, his target was aquired. He noticed you were walking towards him. His heart beating out of his chest.

As you neared closer he took a breathe, tried to focus, and spoke up, "MC? C-Can we talk..? About u-us.. please. I-I need to know what happened. I can't take it anymore."

Your blank expression tugged at his already hurting heart, but your words truly felt like a final hit on a boss.

"Sorry, have we met before?" Your voice was calm and pure, indicating to him that you truly didn't know who he was.

Left frozen in shock, he could feel his body tingle, his eyes watering, his chest tighten, his throat left dry.

"N-No, I'm sorry. I-I thought you were someone else.."

When he finally got back to his room, he was both torn, and upset. Envious that you now didn't have to share the guilt and pain of remembering all of the great memories you both shared. He should've known better than to fall in love with a normie.

Satan

As good as he was at controlling his rage, he completely lost all of his cool after you both broke up. His heartbreak overwhelmed his emotions and he was barely able to keep himself in check.

He spent many nights trying to talk himself through the pain, reciting everything that went wrong and how he could've fixed it.

Satan tried desperately to look at the logistical side of this. But his heart hurt too much.

He had spent his time in the library, trying to use books as his way of keeping him grounded. The more he read, the more he realized that the scenes in the books he was reading reminded him of you and everything you shared together.

That was until you casually walked into the library.

His aching heart pained at the sight of you. He wasn't ready to see you just yet, but he maintained the little composure he had left. He had to speak the truth.

"I thought I'd never see you in here again. You know.. I miss you, and I'm sorry that things ended the way they did. I hope you can forgive me for acting like such a fool."

He studied you, but the more he watched, the more he felt his heart crush under the weight of your expressions.

"What? Oh, you're talking to me? Sorry, but I can't say I know who you are. I think you might have the wrong person."

Confused, he watched your puzzled face try to look for any sign of familiarity, "MC, what are you talking about?"

"Sorry, are you the librarian or something? Is that how you know who I am?"

Then it finally clicked in his head. You truly didn't remember him.

This boy was somehow even more shattered than before. His emotions too shocked to form a proper response.

"My apologies, I must get going."

When he finally reached his room, he slammed the door shut, sent into a seething rage from the pain that now flooded his chest, he destroyed his room, books tossed everywhere.

Satan wasn't the same after that. Blinded by the hurt, he went on a rampage, not making any attempts to hide his anger. He was torn apart, angry that he couldn't even do anything to prevent such a disastrous situation.

Now he holds all of your previous memories, and he can't do anything but cry over how much he misses what you had. Before the world around him turned dark.

Asmo

Of course Asmodeus didn't handle a break up very well. He either spent his time sulking around, or he out partying, overspending, and trying to hide the pain that you caused him.

Most nights Asmo would come home absolutely wasted, then eventually cry himself to sleep while he stared, broken-hearted, at the spot that you used to lay.

He wanted nothing more than to forget everything, to start over. He never wanted to lose you the way he did.

His broken heart could barely stand the sight of seeing you, and it was getting to the point where he was even ashamed to look himself in the mirror.

One of his drunken nights he stumbled through the empty midnight halls, tears already streaming down his perfect face.

His glossy eyes met yours as you headed down the hall for a late night snack.

"BABYYY!!" Asmo called, wiping his face before quickly clinging to your frame. He started to sob again, repeating his drunken slurs.

Carefully but with force, you pried the intoxicated demon from your body and looked at him confused.

"Sorry, I don't know who you think I am, but I don't know who you are, or what you're doing, so if you'll just...excuse me..." Your confused tone made him break down more.

"W-What do you mean you don't know who I am? I-I'm Asmo! I'm the... the prettiest d-demon in Devildom! Y-your lover!" He could hardly speak through his broken sobs, trying to crawl towards you, just to be able to touch you again.

Asmo pathetically watched you shake your head and stumble away from him, heading off to the kitchen like you intended.

Left a mess in the middle of the hall, Lucifer eventually heard his groaning and helped him back to his room.

Upon getting to his room he crawled to sit in front of his full body mirror, his peachy eyes examining every flaw he could find.

"How!? How could they forget me?! I-I thought they loved me? W-was I not enough? Was I ever enough?"

He continued to stare at himself in the mirror, mascara stains dripping down his face, lipstick smudged, hair a mess.

"I'll never be good enough. Why can't I be as pretty as I was when I was an angel? Why did I have to get cursed with this sin? Why? Why!?"

Asmo was broken. All he wanted was to be happy, together, with you. Now he was left with regret, a broken heart, and the precious memories that he could no longer think about without tearing up.

Beel

While he may have seemed completely fine on the outside, Beel was absolutely torn to pieces after the breakup.

Not everyone noticed, as he tried to play it off like he normally does when he is feeling upset.

Beel is one to keep his emotions to himself in fear that he will upset the ones he cares about most.

In an attempt to fill the painful void in his heart that was left from you leaving, he ate more. Everything in sight. It was a lot worse than usual.

Some nights after Belphie would fall into a deep sleep, he would just stay awake and cry, questioning himself and where he went wrong.

During a late night breakdown, with a growling stomach, he left the comfort of his room to quickly grab a snack from the kitchen.

While rummaging through the fridge, he wasn't able to hear you enter the room.

"Oh, I didn't expect anyone else to be in here." Your voice making him jump a bit, not expecting to hear you. His heart pained at the sound, but he quickly wiped his eyes before turning to you.

"Huh? Oh. Hello MC! I was just getting a snack, like I usually do. You know.." He tried to keep his composure while looking at you. He admired your face, missing being able to gently press his lips to yours, and hold you tightly in his arms.

"Oh? Uh, how did you know my name? I don't remember ever seeing you before.. are you new here?" Your words felt like needles throughout his body, but he smiles a soft smile.

"S-Sorry, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Beelzebub, the 6th born, Avatar of Gluttoney.. I uh, I hope to see you around more." And with that, he made his way back to his room.

Letting the pain of everything he has even been through wash over him like a tsunami, he let himself go. Belphie eventually woke up and found him still a mess and tried to comfort him.

He poured his heart out to his younger brother, who was now crying as he watched his soft-hearted brother cry to him.

Beel never truly recovered. He was just a shell of what he used to be, going many days without eating like he used to. He wanted to feel the pain of his hunger to distract himself from the memories he helplessly carried of your past relationship, and all of the other pain he has deep in his heart.

Belphie

Similar to his twin brother, Belphie was very good at hiding his emotions.

Your separation had him very uneasy. His mind wasn't able to fully grasp that you were no longer his.

He spent many of his days sleeping, much more than he normally would. He would miss meals, miss school, even miss student council meetings.

His sadness and pain of losing you only made him lose more motivation. He knew that there was nothing he could do.

After everything you'd been through, he knew deep down it was for the best.

Eventually he started having nightmares. At first they were nothing too unusual, simply reminders of your loss of relationship.

As time continued, they got more vivid, worrying the sleepy demon.

One night he had a dream you'd forgotten him. As if you'd never met him. He woke up in a cold sweat at the thought, but simply tried to brush it off.

The next morning he managed to get up for breakfast, sitting across from you. It was eerily silent as his brothers were worried about the tension between you both.

Watching you lean to your side towards Asmo, you'd whispered something that Belphie couldn't quite make out, but judging by the look on Asmodeus, it was not something he would've wanted to hear anyway.

Curiosity eventually getting the best of him, he pulled Asmo aside to ask what you'd whispered to him this morning.

With a dull face and hesitant expression, the Avatar of Lust told him that you'd asked who he was, as you didn't recognize his face.

With a heavy heart, Belphegor set off to try to find you. He had to know if his nightmare was in fact coming true.

"MC? D-Do you remember me?" The demon asked, holding himself together the best he could.

"I'm sorry, have we met before? I can't say I've ever seen you before?" Your words cut like knives.

So it was true? You didn't remember a thing.

While he was thankful he was able to start over, it pained him to know you'd never understand how he knew so much about you. Of course he couldn't say anything either, in fear of driving you away.

It haunted him for so many nights. Over and over he'd have the reoccurring dream that became reality. Eventually he gave in, staying up as many nights as he could before his body gave out from lack of sleep.

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