HI LOVEE!!!

HI LOVEE!!!

ok, this is a once in a lifetime occasion because I am obsessed with WuWa.

May I request an angst to fluff fic with Husband! Jiyan?

So, fem reader as always! As we all know the busy General spends most of his time at the front lines, but he always makes sure to send his sweet wife some gifts back! But she can't help but feel a bit neglected by him, missing him too much and some people's loud mouths talking bad about their relationship did not help either, so what happens when Jiyan returns home to surprise his wife but finds her crying silently instead? I'll leave that to you!!

I just love him sm, he's my lovely main! what's your team pookie? I'll share mine! Jiyan (main DPS) Encore (sub DPS) and Verina (Healer), sometimes I switch Encore with Rover (I chose the female one, which one did you choose?)

anyways, love you, keep yourself hydrated and rest! sweet flowers for my sweet bxnny → 💐🌻🌺

I saw angst and felt the voices (angst demons) attempt to take over lmao.

But my current team is usually made out of Calcharo, Verina, and Yinlin (I sometimes change out either Calcharo or Yinlin with my boy Jiyan tho, depending on what I'm fighting-). I also chose the female Rover, btw! She's just so cute!^^

So with that all said, thank you for the request, and I hope you'll love this too, dear moot!!<33

Content: Female/afab reader, husband Jiyan, some angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of paranoia, death (not of reader or Jiyan), mentions of war, sfw

Reader is afab!

((Not proofread))

When he's gone for too long. (Husband!Jiyan x Fem!Reader)

Your excitement dies when you open the front door in the hope of seeing your husband, only to be faced with a soldier instead. He stands there calmly, face expressionless like all the others before him, as he holds out an intricate package to you. If you didn't know any better, you would've knocked it out of his hands.

"A package for you, my lady. From the general." The man hummed, waiting patiently for you to take it. He didn't shy away from the anger in your eyes, the pain and pure annoyance, that was then stilled with a deep breath. They were used to it by now.

"Thank you." You said, the package feeling heavy in your hands when you shut the door behind you again wordlessly. Not seeing the way the soldier opened his mouth once more to say something else.

Something that would've quelled the anger in your heart.

You threw the gift on a pile next to the door, dust slightly filling the air when it hit the many others that came before it. It wasn't that you weren't grateful or happy. But you also just wanted your husband to be here instead. You wanted him to hand you these gifts. Him to be the one that appears at your door after being gone for so long.

It angered you that he wasn't here, even if you knew why.

Being a general was difficult and draining. It forced him to stay out on the frontlines for weeks and even months on end with minimal communication, if any at all. His solution was, therefore, to simply send his wife lavish gifts in hopes of making her feel less lonely, but he knew better than to believe that it ultimately worked in the long run.

Your anger made you feel selfish, and the guilt made you feel worse. You were stuck in an inescapable cycle that was impossible to break out of. Leaving the home for a break was impossible as well. No matter where you went, the pity filled looks and taunting whispers seemed to haunt you. It made you barely step out of the house. You couldn't do it, not without him.

It was a miserable existence, and yet you never voiced your woes to Jiyan either. You didn't want to burden him with such troubles when he had worse things to worry about. He had been through atrocities he could never even speak of, so surely you could survive the couple weeks without him, right? He was keeping you all safe, his sacrifices were important. Even if it was at the cost of your sanity.

But now that you sat here in the darkness of your living room all alone, you realise that you perhaps never accepted the neglect as much as you wanted to. You felt horrible, the guilt eating you alive whilst you shed endless tears and hid your face in your hands, body shaking and trembling with every sob. It was unfair. It wasn't right. You had to wipe away the agony and be strong for him. You shouldn't act like this.

What would the people think if they saw the generals wife crying over him performing his duties? They'd mock you even more, shake their heads in disappointment, give you lethal looks that burned you from the inside out. The embarrassment, the shame... you internalized it all until this very moment. You had finally burst at the seams, and just as you thought that you'd have to suffer through this alone as usual, a gentle, calloused hand cupped yours softly.

"My love?" His voice startled you, a gasp leaving your lips as you attempted to pull away and turn your head in panic. You didn't hear him approach you. Heart sinking in your chest, you realised that he was sitting right next to you, his other hand resting on your back to keep you in place against him. You couldn't breathe, as you panted heavily.

"What happened to you? Did something happen in my absence? I sent a soldier to send you a message about my return, but..." His eyes swayed to the pile gifts near the doorway, his heart clenching when he began piecing together what may have caused your plight. Despite you thinking otherwise, his observant eyes caught onto more than he let on. He wasn't blind or deaf to what the general public seemed to think of you, nor was he that unaware of your pain and neglect. He himself felt pain for his actions, even if he had no true choice in them. It's a sacrifice that had to be made as long as there was a threat to the city and most importantly your life out there.

But now, as he sat there, your face pushed to his chest as you cried, and his heart cracked under the pressure of your tears, he realised that he didn't need to sacrifice your well-being this much as well. You didn't deserve it.

"Please... don't leave me like this again." Your words were quiet, so quiet that he nearly didn't catch them, but his mind and soul were only focused on you. His gaze softened as his hand ran through your hair before he pressed his head against yours in solidarity. He didn't want it to get this far. He didn't want to make you cry until even air couldn't enter your lungs.

Perhaps he had overworked himself far too hard. Perhaps he had been gone for longer than he needed to... but that will stop now.

"My apologies, my love. It won't happen again. I will try staying for longer now..." He trailed off, as he kissed your forehead and wiped away your tears. He knew he had alot to make up for, but he wasn't the type to back down from such an important mission.

And the smallest relieved smile on your tired face made it worth it.

Alrighttt... I hope this was okay! I admittedly wrote this half asleep, so I'm praying it's not terrible lmao... Anyway, thank you again for the great request, moot!!<33

Yoru was a grumpy guy. That was a fact accepted by everyone. You were already used to see him rolling his eyes or huffing of annoyance. It was part of his character and it amused you. But you soon discovered that Yoru was worse when he was sick.

"Told you to cover yourself better for that mission, silly," you sighed.

"Shut up." he coughed.

Sage had given you strict instructions to help taking care of him. The poor duellist caught a very nasty cold that pinned him to bed. He could not move without having striking muscular pain, he had a severe fever that made him sweaty and blushed his skin like you've never seen before and he had a sore throat that made his voice hoarse.

"You need to eat first before taking these medicines," you explained gently as you wiped the sweat off his forehead. "I brought you soup. Easy to swallow and warm for your throat."

He sat up, a grimace on his face, and winced when he reached for the bowl. You could read on his facial expression all the pain his body was putting him through.

"I can feed you if you want."

If you weren't used to his antics, the glare he shot you with would have killed you. He was about to throw a snarky remark but his throat interrupted him with a wet cough. Shrugging, you presented the spoon to his lips.

"Aaaah."

You were only amused by the offended look he had in his eyes. If anything, you were basking in the heat of his glower. What he would not admit, was that he was very grateful for your presence and help. You did not leave him alone, you took care of him and that was enough to make his cold heart melt.

"I'll draw you a bath, later," you murmured when he finally accepted the spoon in his mouth. "The warmth of the water should soothe your muscle pain."

Yoru was too prideful to admit out loud that your warmth was enough. Too prideful to admit that beneath his grumpy exterior, he was thankful to have you with him. He was already bathing in your care and he was silently grateful for that.

⟡ ──⠀ loving bites.

⟡ ⠀ summary. :: their reaction, when you bite them out of the blue. ⟡ ⠀ pairing(s). :: Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Bachira Meguru, Isagi Yoichi, Chigiri Hyoma, Nagi Seishiro, Mikage Reo x gn!Reader ⟡ ⠀ warnings. :: sfw, fluff, comedy ⟡ ⠀ word count. :: —

⟡ ⠀ Itoshi Rin

-> he would look at you with a judgy look and mind his own business afterwards.

-> he ignores it until he feels your teeth sinking in his upper arm again.

-> he does not need to ask what you wanted to achieve with biting him out of the blue, his glare speaks enough for itself.

-> when you explain him, it was a love bite but in a non-sexual way, showing him you love him, he would not understand, why you wound like to bite him rather than just say the words 'I love you' or to show it in other ways.

-> but he would get used to it after some time.

-> he would simply accept his fate of being bitten and maybe bite you back once to let you see how it feels.

-> but be prepared to be ignored afterwards and to never ever talk about it again.

⟡ ⠀ Itoshi Sae

-> like rin, he would give you a judgy look but ten times worse.

-> he would GLARE at you like you brought up the law to make football illegal.

-> and he wouldn’t say anything until you give him an explanation.

-> and this dude bites you back SO hard, you stop doing it out of fear, he might bite a piece of your flesh out the next time.

-> and it helps for like two or three months before you try again with light bites.

-> he bites you back again, this time a little lighter, but still hard enough to scare you to not do it for a while.

-> it would go on like that for a while until he accepts his fate of getting bitten no matter what he does against it. just don’t bite too hard to leave marks.

⟡ ⠀ Bachira Meguru

-> this dude would bite you back in an instant.

-> no hesitation, head empty, he would bite you back in your shoulder with a little too much force, making you squeak. but he didn’t mean to hurt you.

-> he would kiss the spot afterwards to say sorry.

-> I can also Imagine him biting you out of the blue too (basically the exact same thing what you did).

-> And with that the nom war starts.

-> the one who bites the other more often throughout the day wins and can decide what you do in the evening or the next day.

-> I can see all the bite marks on the shoulders of both of you from when you bit the other a little to hard.

-> it almost looks like an aggressive cat bit you from head to toe.

-> the bites seem just a little too big for a cat. But no one asks further. And no one speculates who it was because a short glimpse at him is enough to know who it was. and they simply shut up.

⟡ ⠀ Isagi Yoichi

-> he would be a little worried and would ask you if everything is alright.

-> maybe you’re hungry, maybe he’s sitting on something you’ve been searching the whole time and you need it and he doesn’t even know.

-> he’s just worried and wants the best for you.

-> after you gave him an explanation that it’s a way of showing your love to him, he calms down.

-> he thinks it’s cute. It remembers him of a cat. He saw many cats on the internet biting their owner lightly as a way of showing their love.

-> a little extravagant, but still cute.

-> when he has the courage, he bites you back now and then. Not often though.

-> he just doesn’t want to hurt you.

⟡ ⠀ Chigiri Hyoma

-> head empty, no thought, he just noms you back.

-> of course he knows what you want to tell him and what a nom is, he knows and follows all the trends.

-> like bachira, he would make a challenge out of it, watching who can bite the other more often throughout the day.

-> he would even record it occasionally, edit all the clips in one smooth video like all those shelving videos and upload it on TikTok (with your consent of course).

-> the people in the comments would freak out at how cute they think it is (the comment section is full of caps and crying emojis).

⟡ ⠀ Nagi Seishiro

-> he's too lazy to even acknowledge it.

-> but when he does, he would sink his teeth softly in the flesh of your shoulder after he finished his round or paused his game.

-> but forget bringing him to mom you again. it’s likely for him to not do it again because it’s a hassle for him to open up his mouth .

⟡ ⠀ Mikage Reo

-> reo would have an all lovey dovey look on his face with hearts in his eyes.

-> this boy loves everything you do. he's obsessed with every bit of you.

-> you don't need to explain, he understands the meaning of it. he watched enough cat videos doing it.

-> he is so nice and would return the gesture with a light nom in your upper arm. you don’t even feel his teeth sinking in your flesh.

-> he can’t stand it, when you get hurt, especially if he’s the one who hurt you.

-> after you started it, he’s continuing with it. not making a war out of it, but every now and then, when nobody else’s around, he noms you.

-> he would stand behind you, warping his arms around your waist and then sink his teeth in you shoulder or upper arm.

──⠀ lovs monologue

reupload time! I also changed some parts. just some minor things except for nagis part.

© lovingluxury | @/cafekitsune’s dividers

caught making out with makoto yuki

pairing: makoto yuki x gn!reader (+ s.e.e.s.)

tags: silly & wholesome fluff, secret relationship, all of sees is here (except koromaru), established romantic relationship, suggestive

nobody at s.e.e.s. knew that makoto and you had been dating for a short while now

you had meant to eventually tell them, but for now, your relationship with the leader of s.e.e.s. was a little secret between just you and him

that was until one night, the two of you ended up getting caught making out in his room–

the two of you got so lost in your little make out session that you forgot the time, being unfashionably late for the trip to tartarus

so when junpei, yukari and co. made their way up to their leaders room, bursting in, to see why on earth he was late, they were quite surprised to find the newest member of their team on his lap, straddling him as the two of them made out!

“holy sh–” junpei was the first to gasp out something in surprise, only for yukari to quickly smack his arm, causing the boy to laugh

“a-apologies! we didn't know you two were–” mitsuru was quick to excuse herself, barely even looking at makoto and you, as her embarrassment was apparent

you were quick to climb of makoto's lap, but everyone had already seen the two of you by this point

fuuka covered up ken's eyes, as well as her own, while shinjiro and akihiko seemed uncertain if they wanted to stare or avoid looking altogether! only aigis seemed confused why everyone was acting so strange…

dan heng is someone who

▪︎ rests his head on your lap as he checks the data bank

▪︎ puts his hand on your lower back as you both walk around the xianzhou luofu

▪︎ lets you touch his horns and braid his hair whenever he's in his il form

▪︎ writes short poems for you whenever he's sent on a mission

▪︎ checks up on you whenever you two are away from each other

▪︎ tangles himself with you whenever you sleep in his room and share his mattress

▪︎ has a secret code with you; two taps for 'i love you', three for 'i want a kiss', a rub on the knuckle for 'i want to kill him/her' and an arm slung around your waist for an 'i want you'

▪︎ learned to love gossip bc of you and listens intently whenever you yap about some affair (BRO LOCKS IN)

▪︎ kicks his feet and giggles in his room whenever you get to spend a day together

▪︎ has quality time and physical touch as his love languages; and

• makes you teach him cpr which becomes an inside joke that only the two of you understand. (fic idea maybe)

▪︎ folds, albeit secretly, whenever you give him a smile (kazehaya type shit)

Definition Of Love

♡ Hwoarang x (fem) Reader ♡

Summary: Right after the tournament, Hwoarang discovered that he has feelings for his best friend. Her beaming gaze set a fire in his heart and that’s when Hwoarang found out that he’s in love with her….

♡ dividers by @cafekitsune ♡

The fiery crowd cheered for Hwoarang’s victory against the pro wrestler named King. Your heart bursts out in joy, seeing that he has won victoriously. “Yay! You did it!” You shouted with all your might, hoping that Hwoarang would hear you loud and clear from the crowd. Somehow, Hwoarang heard your voice. The hot red-headed guy must have pretty good ears or something. He pulled up a smirk across his face, feeling much happier that you’re here to watch the match. Hwoarang shot you a wink that caused you to shy away as you lifted your hand to your lips and giggled. You then turned your face back on him, smiling. 

This set off a stirring feeling that he never felt before, blazing throughout his entire body. Hwoarang felt this…warmth coming from his best friend. Something he couldn’t easily describe since this never happened to him before. Hwoarang gruffed and shook his head, scratching behind it, “Aish…this is such bothersome…” he hopped off the ring, trying to shake off that feeling. You noticed something is off with him so you got off your seat to see him in the changing room. 

You rushed down in the hallway and spotted an annoyed Hwoarang sitting down on the bench, “Hwoarang, are you okay?” you asked with concern, walking up to him. “Huh? I’m fine…” Hwoarang didn’t make eye contact with you for some reason, his face still lowered to the floor as he was deep in thoughts. You sat down with him, wondering what’s bothering him. 

What appears to be bugging him, you wonder?

“I thought you were happy winning that match against King..”

“I am, I…” Hwoarang heaved a sigh, his face struck down to his hands. Why is it that he’s getting an endless cycle of fuzzy feelings whenever his own best friend is around him? 

You gave a heartfelt smile, had a thought of something that would cheer him up, “Would having tteokbokki (spicy rice cakes) with me make you any better? We could go and get some if you want.” 

Hwoarang held his head up, finally looking at you with a short-comforting smile, “Sure I-I would love that.” he stood up, jerking his head towards the exit as you followed behind him. The two of you left the fighting arena and headed off to a Korean restaurant to stomach down a portion of tteokbokki. 

At the Korean Restaurant where not many people were hanging around, Hwoarang couldn’t talk much ever since he started to feel something for you. So he just listens to you talking about your weekend. Hwoarang slurped on his tteokbokki and his face softened with a flush when he realized that he couldn’t lay his eyes off you. Your smile, your eyes, your beautiful (e/c) hair, your voice. Everything about you had him grow a very special flame in his heart. This caused him to realize that he sees you more than just a ‘friend’. 

You noticed Hwoarang wasn’t speaking much since there’s something on his mind bugging him, “Are you sure you’re okay, Hwoarang? You’ve been awfully a bit quiet.” 

“Huh? I’m fine, really.” You could still sense that there’s something on his mind but you didn’t want to pry him any further so the two of you just carried on eating a portion of delicious tteokbokki, stuffing them into your stomach. 

Right after that, Hwoarang offered you a ride home and he didn’t say much besides saying goodbye to you, saying ‘take care of yourself’ and stuff like that. When Hwoarang got back home, he slouched on his bed with that warm feeling burning his heart up. 

Could this be…love that he was feeling?

Hwoarang clicked his tongue, slamming the back of his head on the pillow in annoyance with his arm over his head, “There’s no fucking way….do I really like her that much?” As much as he hates to admit it, he figured out that he has a thing for you. 

How could he not realize it sooner?

Does he think he has a chance with you?

As the warming rays of sunny days go on, Hwoarang has been stuck with training so he hasn’t been seeing you that much often. His master, Baek Doo San, had a huge go at him for not focusing and paying attention during training. Hwoarang apologized, being given a thousand push-ups by him. He was getting distracted a lot because you’ve been constantly on his mind 24/7. That’s why he wasn’t paying any attention to Baek’s strong blows during training. Hwoarang was thinking about you. 

After the training, Hwoarang headed straight home to lie down. With that, he was thinking of meeting up with his best friend Steve Fox, to ask him any advice on how to confess to the person he really likes. You, obviously. The truth is; Steve wouldn’t be much help since he never dated anyone before. Not that Hwoarang knows of, he never actually asked him if he has dated anyone. 

What does Hwoarang know about Love? How could he possibly know what it is? 

The meaning of Love…Hwoarang never understood it nor has he ever experienced it…

Although Steve isn’t an expert in relationships, Hwoarang decided to invite him over for a drink and to ask him for advice. The professional boxer was curious to know what it was about when Hwoarang told him that he needed to speak to him about something over a drink. 

“Steve, dude, I’m so glad you’re here.” Hwoarang passed him a bottle of beer as he sat down on a chair on the opposite side of the table. “What is it that you want to talk about, buddy? Something on your mind?” Steve wondered, taking a short sip of the beer. “Well…it’s about…” Hwoarang face-slapped himself after holding out a long sigh of annoyance, and started to feel a little shy because he just couldn’t mention you somehow

“Is this about (Name)?” Hwoarang planted an expression of shock on his face when Steve mentioned you, a smirk glossing over his face. “How the fuck did you know?” Hwoarang cursed, his face flushing. 

“Lucky guess, I suppose. Well, the last time I hung out with you and (Name) was at the funfair, right?” Steve took a long sip of his bottle before continuing on, “When (Name) was cuddling that adorable big teddy bear you won at that shooting game, you couldn’t lay your eyes off her. If I recall, you’ve been staring at her all day at the funfair and that’s when I realize….”

“Don’t you fucking dare finish off that sentence, dude…”

“That you’re definitely in love with her..” 

“I swear to fucking god, if you say anymore…”

“Am I not allowed to admit that you have a thing for her, lad?”

Hwoarang gruffed and rolled his eyes, leaning his back against the chair with his head up to the ceiling. Steve’s not wrong though, Hwoarang has definitely fallen for you. “I just don’t know how to tell her, Steve. I’ve never been in a relationship before and-” 

“Instead of keeping those feelings inside, you should be honest and tell her how you feel if you truly like her very much.” 

“What if she doesn’t feel the same way though?” 

“Well, to be honest…I believe she likes you…”

“Wait, really? 

Steve grinned as he let out a chuckle, “Yeah. Listen, Hwoarang, I’m not an expert at this but you should definitely tell her before it’s too late.” It was all he could say at this moment. Hwoarang gave a little nod, agreeing with his friend, “You know, you’re right. I’m going to see if I can see her tomorrow and…tell her.” 

“Alright, good. It’s better to get those damn feelings out of your system by telling her.”

“Thanks for this, Steve. I guess I needed it.” Hwoarang thanked him with a friendly smile. Steve patted him on the shoulder, getting off the chair, “Don’t mention it. Sorry I couldn’t be of much help.” 

“Honestly, I think you helped enough.” 

“Glad to hear that, Hwoarang. Take care of yourself, lad!” Steve left his friend’s home after waving goodbye, wishing Hwoarang all the luck. 

So, the very next day, you were just chilling at home reading a book. Flipping to the next page, you heard a doorbell ringing out loud. You closed your book, throwing it gently towards the table as you got up to get the door. “Coming!” You unlocked the door, swung it open and saw Hwoarang standing outside your home, “Hwoarang! Hi!” 

“Hey (Name)...” he greeted you with a shy smile, “C-can I come in?” 

“Sure!” You moved out of the way with Hwoarang entering your house. You shut the door behind him and asked, “What brings you here, Hwoarang? I thought you were busy training.” 

“Well, I wanted to see you and I uhh..” Hwoarang lost his words to say, scratching the back of his head. You gave a warming smile, hopping off to the kitchen, “Do you want to drink anything or? Any snacks?”

Hwoarang sat down in the living room and shouted loud enough for you to hear, “Just a can of soda is fine, thanks!” you slipped out two cans of soda from the fridge and walked away to the room where Hwoarang is. 

“So, how was your training these days?” You put down sodas on the table, sitting very close to Hwoarang on the couch that caused his heart to beat in such a wild way. “It’s good, all good.” Hwoaranf just had to lie straight to your face, he lost his concentration during his training because of that one single person distracting him from it. 

“That’s great to hear!” You bubbled, smiling so sweetly upon his soul and making him fall for you more. A drop of silence sealed between you two, not knowing what to say to each other until Hwoarang opened his mouth and said, “Listen, (Name), I want to tell you something.” He truly wishes he could have said it better. “Oh? What is it?”

“I…um..” Hwoarang sighed, losing his confidence along with the words he was about to say. He shook his head, feeling so lost in his heart. You wondered what’s on his mind, seeing him looking away from you, “Hwoarang, what’s wrong?”

“You know what, fuck it. I’m just going to say it. (Name), I really like you. You mean a lot more to me, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately and I love everything about you.” Hwoarang regained his confidence, pouring the words out from his heart, “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I understand you-” His whole body froze when you cupped his face to press your lips against his. “Hwoarang..” You cooed, placing your hand on his face as you caressed his skin, “You really don’t know how much I adore you..” 

‘Fuck..!’ Hwoarang cursed through his mind, he couldn’t resist you any longer so he dragged you down to the soft surface of the couch and kissed you like a madman. You scooped your arms around him, having your neck tickled with his kisses. “Oh Hwoarang! That tickles!” 

Hwoarang realized that he was getting very romantic with you, pulling himself away from you, “Sorry, (Name). I think I got carried away…” 

You let out an adorable laugh that made his heart flutter, “You’re a funny, silly man, Hwoarang. You’re quite cocky too at times but that’s what I truly love about you.”

Hwoarang swooped you close to him, hugging you with his bulky arms, I promise I will try and make you happy, (Name).” You smiled at his words, your hands on his chest as you also buried your head on it. “I may not know anything about love but honestly…you are the definition of love, (Name).” Hwoarang shook his head, feeling embarrassed with what he said, “That came out corny as ever..” 

You laughed at his adorableness, giving him a loving kiss on the cheek, “I don’t think it’s corny at all, sweetie.”

a/n - Oh yes I've just written another fanfic for Hwoarang ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ and no, no you don't need to point that out (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Very attempted to write another one for my man but Im out of idea rn so...｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔