I Really Enjoyed Your Last Akechi Write Kind Of A Polar Opposite, How Would Akechi Be With A S/O Who

I really enjoyed your last Akechi write 👀 Kind of a polar opposite, how would Akechi be with a S/O who feels they're never good enough for him even though he reassures them he loves them for who they are (and that it should be him feeling that way because of what he's done)?

An Angel of His Own (Goro Akechi x Reader) 

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗢 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻. 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

When he enters his apartment after a long day, there are only two things he finds himself excited about, time and time again.

The peace and quiet of his own house. And you. 

By the time he had unlocked the door and pushed it open, you were already flittering around the entry room. You’ll be waiting dutifully. Quietly. All for him remove his shoes and his gloves at the door so that he may show you some form of affection before venturing further into his home. Even as you greet him, he sees it. Hesitance still lines your eyes but you try to hide it with a smile. A shy one, but a smile nonetheless. And it’s something he knows he can deal with just by the way you relax into the small kiss he delivers to your forehead. 

This time, he cups your cheeks just to tug you a little closer, subtly enjoying the way you shiver against the touch of his cold fingers against your feverish cheeks. You’re so expressive. Even when you don’t want to be, he can’t fault you for it. He’ll never fault you for it. He likes being able to know what you think and how you feel. It’s a sure change from the office- where there’s nothing but grim looks and serious eyes. Where everyone hides behind a mask in between stone walls. Unwilling to show how they truly feel unless there’s a way to benefit from it. But there isn’t. And that’s just one of the things he can’t help but appreciate about you. 

Work was hard today. But isn’t it always when you’re just a lap dog for the sick and twisted minds behind a great nation? Still, he doesn’t want to bother unloading his extra baggage onto you. It takes one look in your eyes to tell that you’ve also had a rough day. The way fingers and fiddling behind his back is a sure sign that you’re struggling with your homework and are hesitant about asking for his help. In fact, he’s sure that if he walks past you and steps just into the kitchen, he’ll be able to spot a neat little pile of your homework with half the page covered in question marks and little circles for him to check over later. Right next to whatever delicious dish you had cooked for the two of them to enjoy tonight. 

But he can think about the office and food and homework later. Right now, all he wants to do is focus on you. 

“I missed you today.” He can’t help but murmur into your ear as if the world itself is too loud. Truthfully, there’s nothing to fight over your attention with besides the ambiance of the apartment. But even if there were an opponent, he knows it would have been an easy victory for him. The quiver of your bottom lip as his blunt admission of his feelings makes it known to him just how wrapped around his finger you truly are. If only you knew that he was the same way for you- if not ten times worse in the rawest, most powerful of ways. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes.” Your response to his question is a quiet lull. But the giggle you let out as he presses a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose is anything but. It brings a smile onto his face- something that only you can do. If he’s being honest, all he wants to do right now is indulge in you. Hold you, love you, be with you. But that’s an activity for another time. You’re getting antsy in his grip. Squirming and shifting as if you didn’t want to be close. But he knows you too well. And he has no doubt that once he lets go, you’ll just be on your way to try to prove your worth to him with whatever laundry list of chores you must have gotten done before his arrival. As if he could see you as anything less than priceless. “I made dinner! And I repotted the rest of the plants and cleaned your office. Do you want to see it?”

“I do.” He promises, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he can imagine himself saying those exact words on a different occasion as effortlessly as he is now. You light up. You always do, but you light up to his acknowledgment, and it serves as a painful reminder of those dark days when you thought that you would never be good enough to stand by his side. Tears you shed, the lies you must have told yourself. You’ve come so far from those days, but it still lives on inside of you. But in the end, he’s learned a way to combat the cruel songs your own head tells your heart. “I do but... why don’t we eat first? I’ve been waiting all day to see you, you know?”

Reassurance. 

Smiles when you can. Touches when you want them. “I love you” when they’re not needed. And “I love you too” when you need them the most. That’s how the two of you have learned to live with each other. That’s how he learned to live with you, despite being in complete and total awe of your presence. It starts with simple things. You were always so shy. Always so unsure. He thought he would easily tire of reminding you that you can text him about anything. He thought he would grow a short fuse when emphasizing that he wouldn’t be in a relationship with someone he thought beneath him. He thought this, he thought that. But he didn’t think just how hard he would fall in love with you. 

An angel is what you are. The type helps him loosen his tie as he puts on his house slippers before guiding him to the kitchen. An angel that cooks his favorite meals because they’re filled with worry for his health. An angel who he was more than willing to move into his flat after just a few short months of being together. For your safety. For your security. And for his adoration and happiness most of all. 

Because when he unlocks the door to his apartment after a long day of work, he leaves behind all that he was. The powerful prince under the guise of a workhouse. The brains beneath the fool’s cap. The calm that hides the storm. But he unlocks it every day with a tired smile on his face because, in the end, he knows it’ll lead him to you. 

So call him mad for his worship of you. Just like others have called your devotion to him madness as well. But at the end of the day, they’ll never know what it's like to carry his sins on their own backs. They’ll never know what it's like to be damned such as he was from the moment his piece of shit father laid his eyes upon his mother. They’ll never know what it’s like to kill and kill and kill while hoping that a murderer, own found, could still know love. They’ll never know. 

And so they will never learn to appreciate the two things that bring him happiness at the end of every single day until he dies like the way he appreciates them. And he hopes they’ll never find out too. 

For the peace and quiet of home belongs to him and him alone, even if it’s paid for money dyed red with blood. And the angel that comes with it? Well… let’s just say there’s not a single pretty metaphor that would do you justice in a world such as this one. But when he thinks of that little velvet box tucked in his nightstand, underneath all the files he knows you won’t go looking through, he realizes that maybe only one word is needed to keep his angel down on earth with a lost soul such as his. One word, that looks powerful. A word that looks familiar. A word that’s not even a word at all. But rather…

A word that belongs to him all the same. 

Altercations and Antics: The Diary of a Female Soldier is amazing!!!

Definitely looking forward to how the dynamics between Sephiroth and reader will progress.

Oh and if you don’t mind a request, how about Sephiroth seeing wife reader again in FF7 since ghosting her at the end of Crisis Core? I’m also imagining like he left some sort of mark/trauma? on her before he disappeared but I’ll leave that to you.

Huge thank you for your wonderful writings and hope you have a great day ❤️

Thank you so much Rina ☺️ I’m so glad you’re enjoying it! There’s much more to come I promise. Absolutely no problem at all, such a wonderful request. Plenty of angst and sad feels with this one 🌸 Hope you enjoy!

Reader warning: mention of miscarriage

Reunion

The hazy fluorescent glow of burning Mako hugged the sky, enveloping the nighttime air. The streams of smoke and cloud from the nearby reactor obscuring your view to the heavens above with its green vapour. You worked the late shift at a quaint little bar on Loveless street. Most evenings you chose to walk home, as you found that taking in the sights was a desirable way of clearing your mind. The clamorous hustle of the city had its charms, providing you with necessary distractions. You found comfort in the raucous of polluting automobiles and the harsh glare of streetlights paved down every avenue. You had become accustomed to the uneven surface of the cobbled pavements that would unwittingly catch the heel of your boot if you overlooked your step. Sector eight was the favoured hub of Midgar, home to bustling nightlife, renowned businesses and the aristocracy of the art society. Yet within the distance was the unsightly mass of rusted metal of the Shinra building. A hulking eyesore that stood arrogantly at the heart of the city. Every day it taunted you, serving as a cruel reminder of what you had lost.

Your fingers twitched and twisted as you nervously fidgeted with your wedding ring. It was a habit you had developed over the years. The black glittered gem and silver metal caught the light like a fragment of darkened stardust. The beauty that adorned your finger was a symbol of your everlasting bond. The infinite loop of a bond unbroken. You laughed cynically to yourself. For seven long years you had not seen your husband. His whereabouts, completely unknown. After his mission to Nibelheim, Shinra had reported him missing in action and had presumed him to be dead. It was a cold, harsh reality that you would refuse to face. However you could still sense his presence in the most obscure of places. Many times you were convinced you had seen him from afar. Late at night you would wake, envisioning his silver locks against your pillow. His narrow catlike eyes glowing in the darkness of your bedroom. A bittersweet fabrication born from a plethora of loneliness and longing. At least that’s what you thought. Regardless, no matter how hard you tried, you could not bring yourself to remove the ring from your finger. That empty, hollowed feeling ensnared you the more you dwelled upon it. Your hand unwittingly clutched at your abdomen, at the empty space where you once carried your unborn babe. The flood of memories haunting you, bringing with them only despair and an agony that you once faced alone.

An abundance of moths danced rapidly around a glimmering street lamp, gracefully casting their winged shadows upon the ground. It was quieter than usual. An ominous silence that had the hairs standing up at the back of your neck. There was nobody else around, however you could sense the vigilant eyes of someone observing you. Your pace quickened, the echos of your hurried steps reverberating against the narrow walls of the alleyway. A nearby light flickered abruptly adding to your growing sense of unease. You clutched at your ring, with the notion that the shard of blackened materia might in some way protect you. You rushed towards the end of the alley reaching the entry to your apartment. However you found that the lock had been broken and the latch to the door tampered with. Resting upon the doormat was a single raven winged feather. With apprehension you pushed the door open and slowly stepped into the looming darkness of the hallway. A trail of black feathers guiding you up the stairs towards your bedchambers. As you approached the landing you noticed the faint incandescent glow through the crack of the bedroom door. It was an inviting warmth that beckoned you in.

Your heart stopped beating and time seemed to slow down around you. It was Sephiroth. His towering figure stood before you. Completely untouched by the hands of time; he had not aged a day. His luscious white mane was the same length it had always been. The leather of his jacket unmarked and in pristine condition. The paleness of his skin appeared radiant in the low light. But was it just a harsh figment of your imagination sent to toy with you? You simply stared in disbelief, your whole body rigid with bewilderment.

“You’re… not real… you’re dead.” You stuttered, your breath catching at the back of your throat.

“Y/N.”

The way he spoke your name in his low dulcet tone was so familiar. It resonated with every inch of your being. You slowly stepped forward bridging the gap between you.

“All these years…” Your voice wavered.

A confict of emotions boiled and brewed within you. What began as shock soon accumulated into anger.

“You’ve been gone for seven fucking years!”

You lashed out, weakly hitting and shoving at his chest, releasing every ounce of your unbridled resentment. Your eyes brimming with heavy tears. He remained quiet, accepting each hit like he deserved it.

Eventually you surrendered to your anguish, your body growing weak as you rested your head against him. He wrapped his hand around your wrist, delicately placing your palm to his mouth. So loving and tender was the softness of his lips.

“Where have you been all this time?… Say something!” You cried.

“I’ve been trying to find my way back to you.”

You looked up at him through streams of tears.

“Don’t weep my darling. It pains me to see you cry.”

His fingers grazed over the dampened streaks upon your cheek, stroking down to your chin where he rested his index finger. He propped your face up to his, leaning in and interlocking his lips with yours. The kiss was needy, wanting and desperate. His breathless gasps of passion had your heart pounding against your chest. Your hands gripped desperately at the leather of his belt. You felt utterly touch starved. You wanted more. You wanted all of him at once.

“Is it really you?” You asked breathlessly, still in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“But I mourned you for so long… and I mourned for the loss of our daughter.”

“Our daughter?” His eyes widened gazing down at you. “You were…?” Grief formed upon the knit of his brows.

All you could muster was a sorrowful hum in response.

“If I had known, then I never would have left.” He said, lowering his head in guilt.

“I found out not long after you left for Nibelheim. I waited months for you to return but…”

It still pained you to recall those terrible memories. Seeing your torment, he pulled you into his arms, embracing you tightly. His fingers raked gently through the back of your hair.

“Forgive me.” He whispered lowly. “Know that you will never be alone again… This I swear.”

𓂃 road trip ! scaramouche x gn!reader ! college au . ღ

cw : use of the phrase "pillow princess", cursing, sfw

chp 2 of stop with that look!

the urge to make unrequited love xiao >< / this is 90% dialogue but im gonna ignore that / yantao, noelumi, & ittogorou crumbs

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it had been a few weeks since your last incident, with kunikuzushi, the first time you had actually yelled back.

honestly, it was a bit strange going forward without tension in the house. turns out kuni wasn't all that bad at talking to you when he was relaxed, and he started to notice he really did feel relaxed when you entered the room.

slowly but surely he had been warming up to you and getting better at expressing feelings with the help and advice of others, even becoming apart your own little friend group.

he rested, tangled in your arms until his alarm started blaring. He groaned and turned over to turn it off, staring at your face.

you two had always shared a bed, since you both insisted on the second bedroom being used for an art studio, not that you minded. plus, he had to wake you up since no alarm could break your blissful rest.

he inched closer, indulging a few more seconds with you. kuni rested his head on your chest, hands tracing up your back. he never could have done this with you awake, just proving how shyly he warmed up to people. but only for a few seconds before he pulled away and returned to normal.

“. . .”

“hey. . .”

you rustled underneath the blankets, trying to ignore whoever was gently shaking you awake. kunikuzushi glared at you, resisting the urge to dump cold water on your face.

he kept on shaking you.

“c'mon! the trip's today!” he whined, huffing at you.

he couldn't be too mad at you though, as peaceful as you looked in your sleep. he decided to aggressively pull your cheeks until you finally woke up, smirking at your frowning face.

you groaned and rubbed your eyes, sitting up and glaring at him. “how so very rude..”

“did you not hear me? such a pillow princess..” he shrugged.

“whatever, just come out once you're ready. The road trip is today,y'know, the one you've been bugging me constantly about.”

road trip.. yes, of course. you and your friends wanted to drive to another far away city to meet with even more friends in celebration after an exam. you yawned and stretched, throwing on a random hoodie in your shared closet.

when you walk out to the living room, Kuni looks a little surprised. “are you wearing my– ..”

“you say something?” you yelled out to him.

he quickly turned away to the suitcases, zipping it up. “its nothing.”

…

the two of you walked down the hallway, sleepily dragging your suitcases along. kunikuzushi avoided eye contact, looking annoyed. yet still, he reached out to interlock his pinky finger with yours, hesitating at the last second.

you smiled and indulged him, reaching out first and smugly enjoying the look on his face as you two walked together.

“this is gonna be a fun day, i know it!” you chatted. “are you excited?”

“since ajax will be there, it's already guaranteed to be a nightmare.” he chuckled, shrugging his free hand.

the automatic doors opened to a group waving to the two of you next to a van right outside the entrance. you waved back and dragged a less than enthusiastic (yet secretly been dying in excitement,) partner along with you.

you have hugs and greetings, waving to your friends already in the car.

“how'd you sleep?” aether asked sweetly, helping you load your suitcases into the trunk.

xiangling, hu tao, and ajax popped up from behind the seat. “we were just talking about that!”

“thank god for fei-fei, i definitely would have slept in without her..” hu tao’s roommate, yanfei from criminal justice, is always responsible for making sure she wakes up.. it's a big responsibility.

you shut the trunk and got into the van, sitting next to kunikuzushi & xiao. they're both fairly quiet, so it should be an easy ride next to them.

xiangling from the culinary department, hu tao from mortuary science, you, ajax, kuni & itto from theater, xiao & kuki from psychology, and the twins from music.

all of these unique personalities packed in one tight van for hours at a time was sure to hinder lots of chaos.

“might just be worth it for waking up so early..” you buckled up and got comfortable for the long ride to another city a long ways away.

kunikuzushi playfully punched your shoulder. “i was the one that woke you up, dumbass..”

9:00 A.M

“uno!” you confidently yelled out, slamming down one of your cards, a proud smirk sprawled across your face. “your move~”

hu tao, not playing, looked over your shoulder and gave a thumbs up. you nodded back with an evil grin.

itto thought long and hard about his next move, probably ignoring the pointers kuki was trying to give him. “take that!” he slammed down a reverse card. poor idiot.

“fucking dumbass..” lumine sighed, almost in awe at how itto had gotten this far in life. kuki just shook her head in disappointment.

“what does that look mean..?” kunikuzushi hid his face behind his cards next to you, intimidated by your evil grin.

you casually dropped down a grand +4, your last card. tao and ajax fell back laughing, a look of terror sprawled over itto & kuni.

“how does it make you feel to lose in such a way?” ajax put on a reporter's voice and held out an invisible microphone, shoving in kuni’s face.

kuni, almost popping a nerve, started spewing some curses as everyone else, only making them laugh even more. you stared in awe at his angry face. despite the circumstances, you started to feel like he finally fit in with the rest of the group.

10:42 A.M

“‘alright, then it's set for saturday! ❤️🔥’ seriously? how much more obvious can you be?” kuki pushed itto’s face away, scrolling on his phone and judging his texts.

“more like how much more dense can that law dude be..” you snickered.

itto continued to try and push his way past kuki to the phone. “it's not ‘law dude’ it's just gorou, and it's not a.. is’ not a date!”

“is that not what ‘saturday! ❤️🔥’ is?” you raised your pitch and mockingly blinked your eyelashes when mentioning the text, only playfully fueling itto’s embarrassment.

“n–no.. that's just movie night with koko and sara!” itto blabbered.

“so.. a double date?” xiangling tilted her head.

lumine shook her head with crossed arms. “y'know what would solve you two just dancing around each other?” she poked his cheek. “an actual date!”

“aren't you the one that can't bring yourself to ask the cute maid out?” you rubbed your chin and narrowed your eyes to call lumine out.

“all I'm seeing is people too shy to just ask people out.” aether discreetly glanced at kunikuzushi through the rear view mirror. the three of you continued bickering, mocking and teasing each other over the matter.

“you're really lucky.” xiao mumbled to kunikuzushi.

he looked back in confusion. “what–?”

“nothing.”

1:12 P.M

xiangling tapped her foot in thought. “okay.. kiss marry kill.. nilou, xinyan, venti!” everyone crowded around, waiting for your answer.

“all three theater bros, huh? hmm..” the theater majors were always fun to be around and nice, though. “marry nilou, kiss xinyan, kill venti.”

“kill venti?! he'd definitely cry if he heard you say that.” lumine chuckled.

hu tao eagerly raised her hand. “ooh! i wanna try!”

“go for it.” you replied. an evil grin crossed over her face, you immediately knew you'd made a mistake.

“scaramouche!” she pointed a finger to him.

he crossed arms. “i'm not playing. and don't call me that.”

ignoring his hostility, hu tao continued. “hmm.. kiss marry kill… ajax, y/n, xiao!”

“spicing it up with people all here, how risque..” ajax narrowed his eyes at kunikuzushi.

“kill ajax. that's it.” although the response was hardly unexpected, everyone in the car laughed anyway. even kuki snorted and xiao snickered.

lumine eyed him and raised her eyebrows. “nah, he'd just wanna marry y/n.” even more laughter turned kuni bright red.

you closed your eyes and dramatically took kunikuzushi’s hand. “i'll take you as my wedded partner!” you taunted.

“no! don't– don’t encourage them!” he snatched his hand away and hissed with a red face. “why couldn't i be in the very back..”

“because we love to torment you, duh.” xiangling ruffled his hair.

4:34 P.M

a pit stop and a few hours later, the excitement had died down and some people started to take naps. lumine and aether swapped spots, the poor man woken from a well deserved nap.

you not-so-comfortably napped, leaning on the bumpy window using a jacket as a pillow. though it was only you asleep, everyone else talked hushed as quiet music played from the speakers. everyone played a quiet game of truth or dare to pass the time.

BUMP..

everyone bounced up, including you. your head jumped from the window to opposite side. you groaned, half awake, and turned away from the afternoon sunlight.

“sorry, pothole.” lumine quietly apologized.

your cheek pushed up against kunikuzushi's shoulder, unaware. his face flushed, simply praying that nobody else notices.

he looked at you, sighing in annoyance and pulling a jacket over you as a blanket. he laid his hand over yours under the jacket, casually scrolling on his phone.

“ajax! truth or dare.” itto swung his arms around the back of his seat headrest.

childe rubbed his chin in thought. “hmm… truth!”

“when was the last time you lied?”

“well.. remember last time i told you i was busy, cause I was going to see a movie? i said it was the dark knight but it was actually sing 2.”

hu tao playfully punched his arm with a mocking shocked face. “ajax says furry rights confirmed?!”

the driver quietly chuckled while everyone else made fun of ajax, not saying that going to see the dark knight in theaters is much better than seeing sing 2..

“okay..” ajax narrowed his eyes, looking for his next victim. “scaramouche!”

“again, i'm not playing. and again, don't call me that.” he scoffed with an annoyed expression.

“i dare you to..” ignoring his sour words, ajax continued to annoy him. “give a kiss to.. them!” he dramatically pointed to you resting on his arm.

“how spicy!” xiangling covered her mouth with her hand and raised her eyebrows.

kunikuzushi almost raised his voice to yell, but looked back to you and simply gave a stern expression. “fuck no!” he cursed in a hushed voice.

“but i have blackmail~” an evil grin crossed over ajax's face, quietly showing a photo to tao and xiangling.

in reality it was just a unsent text of ajax saying ‘i don't have anything, just want to tease scara’.

“i'm gonna kill you, did you know that?” he tried to snatch up the phone, missing and getting hit in the face with a narwhal keychain.

hu tao poked kunikuzushi's cheek from behind the seat. “oh, what a shame it would be to accidentally send those pictures to a certain someone's phone..”

“narrate to me EXACTLY what is happening.” lumine pointed a finger at aether in the passenger, who nodded.

“what about the one w—!” itto accidentally raised his voice, making kuki cover his mouth with her hand so as to not spill anything, since he actually had blackmail.

kuki whispered into his ear, itto nodded along and gave a thumbs up.

“well… go on!” xiangling poked the end of her phone at kunikuzushi.

though he almost popped a nerve with a heavy sigh. “you guys are insufferable.”

scaramouche frowned, looking down at you. he could feel his cheeks get hot, crossing his arms and gripping his shirt’s sleeves

he planted the quickest peck on the top of your head without moving his shoulders and immediately turning his head away. it'd be a nightmare if you woke up to see everything.

click..

hu tao and ajax fell back belly laughing, xiangling rapidly taking photos and giggling.

ajax laughed in between words, wiping the tears from his eyes. “you know–! i was only fucking with you, but you actually did it!”

kuni’s face churned at the realization of what had happened, how he not only fell for the bluff, but now had an actual piece of blackmail on him. not that his friends would use it against him for anything but stupid, petty, useless reasons.

“they’re never gonna get over that.” xiao leaned to kuni and shook his head, seemingly having personal experience. he still had a tiny smile, though.

kuki smirked and chuckled at xiao’s comment.

you rubbed your eyes and groaned, looking up confused. “what's all the fuss about..?”

The entire car went dead silent, leaving you even more confused.

you looked to kunikuzushi, still unaware of the situation, unaware of how your arms were locked with his.

“its nothing, go back to sleep.” he put your head back onto his shoulder, pushing his fallen jacket back over you as a blanket.

guaranteed, if it were only you two, his actions and words would be much different. inside, really he was smug and enamored.

click..

aether checked his recorded video on his phone, nodding with a smirk.

a look of dread crossed over Kunikuzushi's face while he was distracted. “you didn't…”

aether hid his phone pointed to you two, looking back forward in the front seat while lumine chuckled to herself, whispering with her brother.

8:22 PM

the car was silent, only soft music and light snores playing in the background. itto snored against kuki while she put an arm around his shoulder, xiangling laid on hu tao's lap, while she leaned against ajax.

kunikuzushi clung to your arm in his sleep, you simply smiled and continued browsing on your phone. only you and lumine stayed awake. your fingers intertwined with kuni’s hand, his cheek pushed against your shoulder.

. . .

“how far is the hotel?” you whispered to the driver, looking up from your phone.

the car turned into a parking lot. “actually, we're here.” lumine turned and smiled at you.

the car light turned on and the trunk opened, slowly waking everyone up. everyone yawned and groaned, stretching outside the car.

you gently shook kunikuzushi awake, ignoring the implications of him cuddling up next to you. he looked up to you with an annoyed, sleepy face. “hmm..?”

you dragged him outside the car by the hand with a smile. “we're here.”

the more awake ones helped bring out the suitcases, cracking jokes and casually talking. the moon and stars sparkled, you shivered in the cold night.

you and kunikuzushi walked behind the rest of the group, dragging your suitcases behind you. you didn't say anything, but kunikuzushi still stuffed your hand in his hoodie pocket. maybe it was his sleepiness, but you likes this newfound affection. “.. don't catch a cold.”

the group stopped in between 3 rooms next to each other. everyone gathered round into a circle to talk about a game plan.

“okay.. me, lumi, itto, kuki in room one,” aether pointed to everyone as he called out their names.

“xiao, kunikuzushi and y/n in room two, then hu tao, xiangling, ajax in room three. got it?”

tao groaned and playfully punched ajax. “i have to share a room with this guy?” she snickered.

. . .

you effectively belly flopped onto the bed in the small room, turning over and groaning in exhaustion.

kuni laid beside you on one side, xiao sat on the edge of the other, organizing all the suitcases. after such a long time driving, all you wanted to do was sleep.

alas, there was more time spent with your current roommates, if your social battery wasn't tanked enough.

as you set out your own clothes, cleaning everything up in preparation for an incredibly long nap, a loud knock pounded at your door.

xiangling didn't wait for a response, barging in with a bag full of board games, movies, and game controllers.

“come on, come on! let's go have just a bit more fun!”

she dragged you and kuni of the bed by the hand. xiao softly smiled and walked behind with his hands in his pockets.

just a little bit more couldn't hurt.

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Hii! i'm obsessed with your headcanons with Mitutsia's sister or Chifuyu's sister. Can you do something like this, for example the reader is the sister of either of them and falls in love with Shinichiro. I thought while the reader is waiting for his brother after some Toman gathering and is seeing Shinichiro for the first time. Make it up the way you like it, and if it's not your thing, there's no problem not writing it. Don't forget to take care of yourself and I hope you have a good day/night <333 (sorry for the bad english)

alkjefla i love this!! i'm personally a big shinichiro simp, so this is just <3 mwah <3 i will being aging down shinichiro down for this, just a head's up!

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being mitsuya's older sister includes...

you and shinichiro met when the two of you were in high school, but didn't know your little brothers were friends. you started off as tutoring him because his grades, and i quote "sucks ass." safe to say, your opinion of him wasn't the best, but you learned that he was a rather wholesome guy for a delinquent.

it was only after he took you out on your first date that he discovered you were takashi's sister, who was a good friend of manjiro, shinichiro's little brother. the realization was a little awkward to admit because takashi instantly recognized shinichiro and ran up to hug him.

you asked the two of them about it, obviously, and shinichiro explained how your little brother was his little brother's friend, then said, "what a small world we live in, am i right?"

you weren't very impressed but let it slide for the time being.

takashi was more than happy to have shinichiro as his "future brother in law" and bragged about how him and manjiro were going to brothers in law in the future when their siblings get married, and the gang never saw manjiro so shocked.

"you mean shinichiro actually gets bitches?"

shinichiro, who was cuddling with you at his home, sneezed at that comment and wondered who the fuck was talking about him at eight in the morning, while you had a feeling takashi told shinichiro's little man about your relationship.

i hc takashi to be a blabber mouth when he was younger, especially with his friends, so it didn't take long for all the OG toman members to rampage your house and demand answers.

most of them were questions like how you met shin and what made you fall in love with him. manjiro was quite literally testing you to see if you were as good of a person as takashi said, and if you were genuinely in love with his brother because no matter how much he talks shit about shin, manjiro loves shin from the bottom of his heart <3

you obviously noticed and praised manjiro for taking such a good care of his brother to which manjiro got flustered and denied caring for shin at all (his face was red and everything, which meant he was a clear liar).

your dating relationship was quite wholesome and shin definitely flexed you to his friends like takeomi and wakasa and benkei because why wouldn't he? he got rejected like fifteen times to find you, and he had to say something to his friends who would always bully him.

fr wakasa looked into your eyes with a deadpan and said, "you could've done better," and shinichiro thought wakasa was talking to him and was like "bitch like you could do any better." then takeomi laughed his ass off like "not you dumbass, he was talking to your girl." benkei is just glad to be there and was slapping shin on the back for catching such a great woman.

no matter how much they bully shin, they're genuinely glad he found someone like you to take care of him. they also fell for you (platonically, I REPEAT THIS IS ALL PLATONIC) when they tried your cooking after you insisted on giving them some of the dinner you made at the sano's residence. literally benkei started crying a little and was begging for you to give him all the leftovers you have at any time because GODDAMN.

shinichiro also very much loves your cooking (but he loves your hot ass thighs more) and has thought about how good of a mother you'd be in the future. the very thought of marrying you having kids with you got this (as of now) twenty-year-old man kicking his feet like a schoolgirl. manjiro walked in on this was like "oh hell nah" and went back out.

speaking of marriage, you did get married.

shinichiro proposed on your 7th year anniversary with a simple ring that had a little pearl with small diamonds around it. you obviously said yes bc i sure as hell would, and wakasa was sitting in the back shedding some tears because all that headache of helping shin was worth it.

luna and mana are designated flower girls. emma is the maid of honor. manjiro, takashi, and izana all fought over the ring boy position, but you gave it to takashi because manjiro and izana started fist fighting. manjiro and izana are forced to sit next to grandpa sano and watch takashi stand next to THEIR older brother and serve the rings. (yes, they are very much petty.)

now, this is a thing even before you married shin, but around 4 months into your relationship he started tapping your ass lightly as a greeting. sometimes he's busy talking with someone and just casually taps your ass and moves on with his day. surprising for someone so down bad to do it without you saying anything first, but you ain't complaining.

however after you got married your ass ain't safe at all. it is a death wish when going up the stairs bc this man will be on you in 0.3 seconds. people say he's so weak the wind could blow him over, but they never saw him running like the fucking flash 2.0 to slap your ass while going up the stairs. takeomi tried to do the same thing once and benkei nearly murdered him.

overall, your relationship with shinichiro is just mwah, and you don't regret marrying him one bit especially cause there's bread in the oven (iykyk).

bonus: when you told the sano family, your family, and the OG toman members, including kazutora, (at the same time) that you were pregnant, the house was quiet until shin passed out from shock and relief (he was waiting for this moment with his asscheeks clenched and everything), then manjiro and izana were crying not bc he passed out but bc they're uncles.

luna and mana were hugging tf out of you while takashi was full-blown sobbing with hakkai trying to calm him down (hakkai received a personal invitation bc you love him and a death threat for his older brother bc you still hate taiju). draken was calmly congratulating you for succeeding, while baji was tried to congratulate you with kazutora, who was stuttered the fuck out himself. pah chin asked if you wanted some of his snacks since you'll be eating for two for the next nine months, and you accepted (the boy doesn't share food w just anyone, you got special privileges).

GOD I LOVE HIM AND THIS STORY SO MUCH

Draken rest well ♡😭

Distractions (Part 4): Ken Ryuguji x Fem!Reader

synopsis: the final task is a duel. And perhaps you're not ready. Perhaps you are. You won't know until the end.

wc: 1.1k

tw: violence, fluff

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The longhouse is empty. You and Draken are the only ones standing in the bedroom, hands full of materials. His are metal-based. Yours are filled with leather and wood.

You're helping him dress in silence, which seems to be a theme.

"You can still back out," you murmur, lacing his arms with leather. "You can rescind your request." Draken adjusts the armor carefully, not looking at you or responding. You touch his stern face and angle it so he's looking into your eyes. "Draken. Listen to me."

"I heard every word," he murmurs with a stern face.

"Don't do this," you reiterate, but he looks away again, touching his sword thoughtfully. "You're giving him what he wants: a show. What if you lose? Then, what will you do when he punishes both of us?"

"I will suffer it with gladness... and try for your hand as many times as I have to." Draken's fingers tighten his other arm guard before he pauses, takes his shield from your hands gently, and sighs.

"You're playing with fire," you try, holding his face between your hands. "I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I won't," he chuckles, tilting his head to the side. "Have you so soon lost your faith in me?"

"Draken," a man yells into the longhouse. "It's time." Draken looks down at you and smiles again, but it barely reaches his eyes.

"Will you take this?" he wonders, fishing an item out of his pocket. "It's my fylgia." You take the wooden totem and examine the wolf shape carved into it. "I usually hold onto it during battle, but knowing it's in your hands would be a great comfort to me."

You wrap your fingers around it and nod, looking him in his eyes. "Don't go out there and lose."

"I won't," Draken whispers, cupping your neck as he leans in. "I won't lose." When your lips meet, you're sure the duel is already over. You feel your heart leap into your throat as your lips part, letting him get even closer to you.

"Draken!" The kiss is instantly broken, and Draken pulls back, cheeks red and breathing ragged.

"Coming," he shouts back, eyes still closed. "This will have to wait until the duel is over." The blonde takes your hand and kisses the back before walking out into the open air, leaving you and your heart behind.

Fingers twitch. Legs tremble. Knees knock.

You can't stand the anticipation of the moment; each breath you take tallies up to some unknown end.

Terms are agreed to, hands are shaken, and paces are counted. Whatever the end of this is, you think anxiously, will determine my fate.

Draken draws his sword as the jarl does the same, his eyes focused on the man opposite him.

"You'll lose this fight," the jarl announces gleefully. "And you will pay for it." Draken does not respond. He only readjusts his grip and stands tall.

"Begin." Draken's hand lets the sword drop to the ground as the words fall from the man's lips. A gasp rings out in the crowd and you lean forward in shock. The jarl guffaws, assuming this is a sign of defeat, and drops his own sword.

"Bested without a fight!"

Draken lunges forward at the man without warning, hands poised to take his larger opponent down to the ground. You raise onto your tiptoes as the fight ensues, each man tumbling with the other sans sword or shield.

They wrestle, flipping and turning in the dirt in hopes of gaining an advantage. The fight only seems to produce scratches and bruised knuckles, but no blood.

"You fool!" the jarl grunts, laying on the ground with his neck encased by Draken's fingers. "Ack... ack... ack..." Draken presses into him with his weight, eyes wild as he chokes the man into submission. People are yelling, cheering, jeering, appalled, and amazed at the brute strength. But your eyes focus on Draken's face, his jaw clenched and teeth bared in hatred.

He's going to kill him.

"No," you cry out, taking a few hurried steps forward. "Draken, don't!" Before you even lurch into open space where the fight is ensuing, you're caught and held back. "Draken! Don't kill him!" Your screams do nothing. The jarl's eyes roll back into his head after a long while, and Draken's hand scrambles for the sword he forged, holding it as he stands over the subdued opponent.

A scream so long and awful tears itself from your throat, but no one can interfere. This is the price to pay. You look away as the sword comes down, squeezing your eyes shut while everyone else watches in rapt fascination and horror.

There's a brief pause and then hacking coughs, each clearing the shaken man's throat. You open your eyes and see Draken still hovering over the jarl with the sword in hand, but now there's a long, deep cut from the bottom of the jarl's left eye to his chin.

"First blood," Draken announces, his blonde hair tumbling free around his face. "Now, you'll look in the mirror daily and see the mercy I gave you." Draken sheaths his new sword and steps over the man, his dirty face screwed up in concentration.

Wordlessly, he takes your hand and guides you away from the crowd and back to his home, where the door is shut and locked.

"Draken," you breathe when he finally lets go of your hand, but the man simply undoes his leather armor, tosses aside his shield and sword, and takes off his shirt. He splashes fresh water on his face and wipes it clean before shuffling toward the bed.

"Eat, sleep. Enjoy your freedom." He sits on the bed, shoulders hunched over. "Tomorrow, we leave at dawn."

"Where will we go?" you wonder, approaching the bed cautiously. "Why must we leave?"

"Because I am tired," he states simply. "And this is no place for us." Draken sighs loudly, then lays on his back in the bed, his blonde hair tousled and face calm. It's so hard for you to believe that he was nearly feral only a few moments ago, holding the life of the most powerful man in his hands... and sparing it.

You carefully crawl into the bed with him, laying beside him without touching, but not out of fear. Draken rolls over and tucks you underneath his arm, pulling you in and inhaling your scent deeply.

And it occurs to you - though you can't fully understand why - that he hadn't slept in many days. This was his reward - rest. And he had almost paid for it with his life.

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