YOU, ME, US - TOJI F.

YOU, ME, US - TOJI F.

husband! Toji x fem! reader

CW: SFW, hurt/comfort, self doubts, fluff fluffff!!, age gap (reader is 18-19, Toji is around 40), Toji being a house husband! Toji may be OOC but I just want to write fluff so leave me aloneeeeee.

AN: For a special girl of mine, @p-antomime

Arranged marriage is a common practice between the world of sorcerers. Arranged marriage for power, politics, clan's business. Yours were to be married to Toji, to clear out the financial issues your clan had. Why he chose you out of all, you never know or understood the reasoning. But you were expecting a harsh treatment because of the pitying glances and whispers between your maids on how the Zenin clan works. Worst of all, you found out he had a wife before and they got divorced due to the clan's intervention, or so the rumours said. And you know he has a child, a teenage boy around your age to be exact.

When you don't know the reason why Toji chose you, it's always had been known to the man itself. To him, it was because you're supposed to get married to Naoya, the worst of all Zenin, but the first time he saw you, a bright eyed, full of wonder wandering around the Zenin's clan property, he knew he needed to get you before Naoya ruins you.

Was it a fatherly instinct? The need to protect the childlike wonder in your eyes and not wanting the Zenin's clan reputation and treatment to tarnish you, for hating the thoughts of Naoya ruining you until your eyes are as empty as a cave. He doesn't know what it was, but he knew even from back then he HAD to have you in his hold, his arms to protect.

Naoya would had fought if it weren't Toji's personal request (remember that it's canon how Naoya holds deep respect for Toji) so he let it go after several temper tantrums and chosing someone else after throwing a snide remark that you don't look like a virgin at all, which Toji had to refrain from punching him for the sake of protecting the agreement.

Imagine your suprise when Toji treats you softly, unlike how you always heard about the Zenin's treatments. He didn't forced you to have sex with him, not even during the first night after the wedding, where he just softly smiled at you and said goodnight. Not only that, he even allows you to have your own space and room too, not needing to sleep beside him.

But because of that, insecurities begins to crawl itself inside your heart and mind. The 'What Ifs' played itself inside your mind like a broken record.

"What if he's doing this bcs he's not interested in you?"

"What if this marriage is just a joke to him?"

While he did treated you nicely, for you it feels like there's a wedge between you both, a line neither of you willing to cross over.

And that, that's what makes the tears fall every night inside your room. Again, unknown to you, Toji listens to your heart wrenching sobs every night, asking himself what the fuck he did wrong or messed up and how can he fix it.

One day Toji had enough of your sleepless night, crying into your pillow, not knowing the root of the problem. He confronts you in the morning, asking what was wrong with you and if he did something wrong.

Maybe it was the fear of him, or the tone of his voice was a bit tad louder than you're used to, but it does ignites a fear inside you. But you are you. The sole heiress of your clan, you should not be weak.

So what you did was, you took a deep breath before asking him, if you are or ever had been enough for him? Or was the marriage is just a running inside joke to him and the clan?

Toji was flabbergasted to say the most. Because while he was expecting you to call him out on his cold demeanour, he never thought you would ever felt that way.

Sighing, Toji knew he has to clear things up with you. He, unexpected to you, hugs you and apologising for the all neglect you felt while kissing the top of your head. He sat you down, and sit down right in front of you, and told himself that he has to be fully honest with you this time around, to clear out all the fog and doubts running through your pretty little mind.

He told you about his ex-wife, how she cheated on him with one of the clan members causing them both to get divorced. How the relationship with his son got strained because of that. Then he told you about the day he first saw you, how your innocent demeanour and wonderlike nature should never be tarnish with how Zenin's clan reputation and treatment.

How he put you at arms length bcs he didn't know how you actually feels with the arranged marriage, being sold by your clan to settle their debts only because you're the sole heiress.

With you trying absorb all these information in, Toji decided to leave you be and prepare the meal he was preparing before the confrontation. Snapping out from your thoughts, you can feel the tears running as realisation fully hits you and the images, the memories of him doing even the smallest thing runs through your head the way he lets you to have your own garden, full of linum lewisii, your favourite flower, how he would pick a fresh one each day to decorate the kitchen table. You turn towards Toji, only to see him at the kitchen aisle. You rushed towards him and apologising over and over to which he chuckled at and shook his head. He took your palm in his, focusing on your finger where your wedding ring, a ring with his eye colour as the colour of the stone stayed.

"Well, now that we got that part cleared out, do you mind marrying me again? No arrangement, no clan business. Just you and me."

— DARK SPRING

pairing. yuuta okkotsu x fem!reader

summary. yuuta is having relationship troubles, and he isn’t sure how to go about it. 

tags. established relationship, college au, mentions of blood, murder, yuuta pov, mentions of sex

notes. been in a yuuta mood ever since the cockroach chapter, and @vamptomura just gets me when it comes to him. this is just me procrastinating on my other writing. this isn’t edited btw I literally wrote this in like two hours rn.

wc. 2k+

“Where were you? I stopped by the shop to bring you food, but they said you weren’t in today.”

The door squeaks softly on its hinges as you slowly close it behind you. Once the door is fully closed and locked in place, the doorway remains tensely silent. Yuuta watches as you turn to him fully with slightly widened eyes, lips opening and closing as you struggle to answer. 

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he finds himself relishing in the upper hand that he has over you right now. Just this morning you had told him on your daily phone call that you’d be busy at work later tonight. That usually meant you two wouldn’t see each other until the next day, but you’ve been so distant lately that Yuuta’s been yearning for you more than usual. He ached to see you, even if it was just picking up food from your favorite restaurant and dropping it off at the bookstore. It’s still packaged and bagged, now sitting cold on your kitchen counter. 

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Ok but I legitimately love venti using outdated sayings and phrases?? Like omg that’s so good. Lol imagine him saying the riptide of mortal blood thing to diluc, and then dilucs reaction to the explanation that venti gives when diluc asks what the FUCK he was talking about. Like, I just love people remembering that venti is 1) very very old, and 2) lived through very violent times in his life, along with the fact that he actively took part in at least 2 wars

More Archon War Era Venti Headcanons  one three four

For real though like the potential is endless and i just really like to think of the impact that especially the Archon War could have had on Venti's character!

.... im totally gonna expand on this now-

archon war spoilers

Imagine him taking a break between each battle, retreating to Mondstadt and composing a new song, one to play when he next sets out to fight, to kill. Because even by his own hand it would be a shame to let those who fought so hard for survival to be forgotten, so he does what he can, a divine song for each civilization he wiped out, the chorus leading the four winds to descend and carry on their memory for eternity on the very wind that caused their fall.

some see his retreat as weakness and attempt to ambush him in his own domain, a dishonorable battle fought in silence. The people of Mondstadt and Teyvat as a whole need not remember those who chose to stoop so low.

Some of these songs get picked up by other bards, carrying on as Venti had hoped, but many of them are forgotten, especially during his 1000 year sleep. But every so often, an especially giften musician with have a burst of inspiration, as if whispered to them by the wind. Those who know him look to Venti with concern as his eyes turn glassy at the familiar sound of a civilization whose memory he thought he had failed. He laughs it off, dramatically wiping his tears with a comment about how the music was just that beautiful that he couldn't help but be moved, "i couldn't have wrote a better song myself"

"let the wind lead" had a very different meaning during the Archon War. I headcanon that when in battle Venti took on his sprite form. To have anyone associate his dear friend with the carnage and terror of battle was the last thing he wanted, so sprite form it is. because of his small size, his presence was almost unnoticeable, which is why he survived so long without so much as a hand being laid on him. But one god noticed it- as four massive figures descended, in the very center, almost invisible was a concentrated presence of wind energy, absorbing and relocating energy to the four with the ever present song. And the god ran- survived, and spread the key "let the wind lead" in hopes that someone would be strong enough to avenge his people. This phrase almost cost Venti his life a number of times. Nobody knows its origin now but Venti still internally cringes each time he hears it.

Venti preferring to be outdoors and sleep in trees and such not only because he's the god freedom but because if hes indoors he wont be able to tell if someone's coming, he wont be able to get in the air in time, and he might be too late

I also headcanon that Venti is the ones who supplies Zhongli with Xiao's painkillers, since Zhongli doesn't actually have any healing abilities, and Venti is proved to have an affect on that

which leads into the next point- "but where are those who share the memory?" remember Venti's wine obsession... Venti and Zhongli - and Xiao on the occasion he can be convinces to leave his duties- getting together to speak freely, not having to watch their words, not having to be reminded 'oh right, that doesn't exist in people's memories anymore' every time. Just finally being able to reminisce, talk about the people and the things that they can no longer speak about to anyone else, speak about that which no-one else would understand. They're understanding yes, but there are very few people who can empathize with you as you talk about how you still remember that one battle where the sheer volume of blood spilled by your hand cause the calla lilies to bloom red for centuries, the tint never going away even now. Some random kid: huh i wonder why they fade to red like that Venti: why that's the blood of my enemies of course! ehe, just kidding! *looks at camera like in the office*

A lot of people view Venti as extremely superstitious because he believes and follows a lot of them, but it's because he remembers where the superstitions came from. He knows that during the archon war, breaking a mirror truly could set that god's wrath on you and simultaneously reveal your identity and location to them, that knocking on wood alerted the past Dendro archon, a benevolent god of protection to guard your words from prying eyes, at least until they were were found and killed. Venti just continues to follow them to honor their memory\.

ayato, childe, zhongli + gn.reader

[ angst , very slight of fluff, sfw ] break up, failed relationships, mentions of blood & death, mentions of marriage + mentions of spoiler for zhongli's (not that obvious but just a heads up)

WHERE DID THE TIME GO . . . ?

kamisato ayato

"my lord, you've been working since the morning. i'm afraid you'll have to set this matter aside and get some air outdoor. this is for your sake, it'd be shame if you'll fall ill due to overworking."

the butler expect an excuse from him but it is a surprise that ayato, the well known busy and hard working head of kamisato clan, agreed on the butler's words. he dismiss the butler while he gets ready for a short walk in the city of inazuma.

the walk was calm and peaceful. though the street is full with the happy chatters of inazuman and the delicious smell of snacks, he managed to let loose his head that's filled with countless of thoughts. aimlessly wandering around with his favorite boba in his hand while the folks greets him in friendly manner, he ended up at the clothing shop. the colourful cloths, the shiny smooth silks from liyue yet his gazes fall upon the inazuma's traditional wedding outfit. he can't help but to think-

"(name) would look so elegant in this- "

"oh, if it's not the young lord of kamisato! sir ayato, are you here to pick up the wedding outfit? surely you'd be excited to see lady miyano in it, yes?"

oh, right. for a moment he had forgotten he had bethroted to another elite clan's daughter. a shame that he thought he'd be powerful in breaking the cycle of arranged marriage held among elite clans. he promised a forever with you but in the end his unfortunate fate broke it, leaving you in the dark.

"mm, it indeed is. pardon me but i am currently running errands. please hand it over to thoma, you have my thanks."

the lady offered him a reassuring smile before bid him a brief goodbye. it was a white lie to avoid him from thinking more about the marriage. for the sake of grace the kamisato clan had carry for so long, he was only able to forced a smile and setting his signature down for the marriage. if only he was more powerful, if only he was an archon, he'd make sure you'd be his spouse.

as if the universe is taunting at him, his eyes laid upon the sight of you. my, it has been quite a moment since he last saw you. you're still as gorgeous as the day he fell in love with you. he could only adore your features from afar, remembering each parts of you so you'll never fade away among his memories. he wanted to run to you, embrace you in his strong arms and keep you close to him. he wanted you, in a genuine, sincere and loving way.

you are so dreamy and beautiful. how he wish to complete your beauty with his. sadly, his usual spot is currently filled by someone else. the smiles and laughter of yours, he could only hear them faintly. meanwhile the guy beside you? he is lucky to share such happy moment and witness your smile. ayato wish he could know what had you all happy and cheerful at the moment. a small faint smile embedded its way on his pretty face, longing gaze adoring you.

he shouldn't be restless. you're with thoma, surely he can make you feel even better. he has know him for so long, he recognized thoma's eyes everytime he saw you around. it was so nice of him to remain in his boundaries and respectful of his and yours relationship even though it was obvious thoma do take interests in you. but now you belong to no one, it's not wrong for thoma to shoot his shot. after all, thoma deserves good prize for his years of hardworks and service.

you're in good hands, it's time for ayato's heart to let go of you. may the wind carries his wish of happiness for you.

childe

loyal and devoted to you, but could it make up for the times he was absent by your side? the times where you need him the most but was out for his fatui duty? as understanding as you could be, a person could only bear so much. thus the saying there are limits for everything.

you truly love him and so does he but he is as loyal and devoted to his job just as he is to you. it's a relationship where both of you promise to not keep each other as the first priorities. instead, keep the goals as the priorities and grow together through hardships and success. it went on for a good time, both managing well until childe become busier than usual, often leaving you behind. you try to understand and be open minded about it. but, how long? how long do you wish to feel lonely and neglected in this relationship? you do not wish for more but to feel normal like other couples. you've seen the affections shared by couples in the steets of monstadt, liyue, inazuma, shneznaya. hell, even your peers are all lovey dovey and almost whole the time with each other.

envious? jealousy? that wasn't the word to point it out. more like the sense of longing to childe's touches and affections. when he finally have the time to he with you, it'd be a brief meeting or him catching up with naps that he missed during work. you'd nurture him with your own way of love languages yet it still feel one sided. you never intended on arguing with him about this but this is for the sake of the slowly fading relationship. and childe wanted to speak calmly of it with you as well however the recently failed missions took over him wholly. the frustrations and stress drowning him to no end. again, he felt like he had failed the tsaritsa. as if he had wounded the trust the tsaritsa hold for him.

the argument didn't end well. degrading words picking against each other's hearts. slowly it's all about bringing up the pasts and attacking each other's insecurity. it indeed is childish but both were so exhausted to be sober during the supposed discussion. childe had it bad, so does you. just a phrase said by him in the coldest voice ever, the relationship crushed into nothing but dust. that day, he could only glare at you with thundering rage in his chest as you leave the door of his house. the night you never return is the official ending of your relationship.

regrets gnawed his skin and flesh alive, constantly bully himself of his action that cause you to leave his life completely. he wished to fix it, win you back and be with you again. you were his pillars yet he destroy you easily. he knew damn well it'll be so hard to have you back and he wanted to try it, try harder until you are his again.

perhaps, he should have done it 3 years ago. he should have run after you, block the door and hold you tight. he should never have let you walk out the door angrily. he should have pursue you quickly the moment the relationship begin to sink. he should have... he should have. he regrets, truly regrets to let you off his fingers ever.

"huh, why do i not receive letter of it?"

signora side glance her fellow fatui harbingers, the very corner of her plump lips forming a sneering smirk. her fingertips runs over the beautifuly decorated letter, pads of her covered fingertips graze the bold cursive fonts written in golden ink.

"what a shame. i'd be more happy to attend it if it was my darling (name) and yours wedding. sad to see them off with some slightly worthless person, hm."

"ha, nonsense! if you're attending it, send my regards, i guess. it'd be nice to see them in such divine garment but i am afraid works needs me more than a mere boring celebration."

signora clicked her tongue, tucking the letter back its wrapper. eyes glancing the male again before looking away and irritate her fellow comrade with her words.

"works, huh. you truly never learn from your lesson, no? i thought (name)'s absence in your life would teach you something but i am not surprised, after all, you are you."

the remarks ended with her walking off the scene, leaving childe alone. her words surely hit him right in his heart. signora of course was slightly bitter with the news of you and childe's broke up 3 years ago. you're someone she consider worth of her care and to see you break down in her embrace, heart broken? she wish she could kill childe. as much as she hated the man, she can't help but to think that childe complete you as you complete him too. the feelings when your favourite ship of a favourite show becomes nothing? that's right there.

childe's grip on the necklace around his collarbone tighten a bit. it was a matching necklace from the first anniversary and he never left it nowhere near him the moment he got it. you had one as well but surely you have taken it off.

"i should have never let you go. i miss you so bad, i wish i could fix us."

in the end, no archons could answer his wish.

zhongli

he thought he was immune to the feeling of loss but he was wrong. the strong archon who lives through a traumatic war among archons. the archon that witnessed the death and life all over his immortal life. he is so used to it but it never mean that it won't hurt, right?

he lost the people he held close to his heart millenia ago. but he never thought he'd missed you the most. your death and absence in his life taught him to appreciate every bits of his life. an immortal might live forever but who knows the day immortal depart the eternity will arrive? of course it was never your fault, you're a mortal, one that does not live longer and reign forever. though the differences both of you held were obvious like the earth and the sky, it is still a wonder how both could love each other endlessly. the dedication and love is what strengthen the bond even more.

he'd spend his free time with you and guizhong. he adore the happiness radiates your face when you and guizhong gets along pretty well. his love ones enjoy each other's presence is so precious to him. he had never seen guizhong this happy when the three of you spend time together. it is the same as you. he could retire his position as the archon of liyue and watch the both of you all day but you'd scold him if he ever attempted that.

good time will never last for a long time. the archon war begin, each gods up for fight, casting chaos among the nations. the rise of khaenriah arouse the archon wars, zillions of people die by its cruelness. hell, even several mighty beings fall to its death, immortality suddenly becomes nothing at thr moment. he witnessed khaenriah's fall, the deaths of his several fellow archons and the death of the innocent people of each nations. he frantically search for you among the rivers of blood and agonizing cries from the people.

"zhongli"

he recognised the voice so well and the emotion behind it. he knew the immobile figure resting in guizhong's lap clearly belongs to you. but he refused to believe it. his body and blood turning cold, sight slightly blurry. is this real? does this mean he will never get to see you and guizhong ever again? he kneeled before the two figures of his love ones. hands trembling as it rest on your pale and icy cold face. vermillion liquids of yours tainting your features and outfit guizhong had hand sewn for you. his eyes glancing at your souless body before moving up to guizhong's face. she's crying, hurt and despair drawn on her face as her hold against you tighten.

"i failed, to keep them safe. i failed, to keep us both alive. forgive me, zhongli, for i have fail you."

zhongli gulped, weak smile graced his features. he shake his head lightly, disagree with guizhong's words. he engulfed both guizhong and you in his embrace, savoring the very last moment before fate swallow the both of you. if only he was able to stop the war, he would not lose his lover and his best friend. unfortunately, it was too late. he had to witness death of innocent people and love ones due to the other egoistic and arrogant archons.

"no you're not, please don't say that. i knew you tried, none was your fault."

it was a brief silence before guizhong breaks it. her breathing grows a bit rapid, trying to catch proper breath despitd the pain on her figure and the coldness of your body. it was even more painful to see morax alone and you died. she loved you, perhaps more than a friend should. she respect the relationship you and zhongli had, keeping her feelings for you at the bay where it won't servere any boundaries.

"i have loved (name), perhaps more than a friend should. i am happy to see them with you, you keep them happy. thank you, my friend, for keeping them happy."

she confessed, lightly stroking your hair. zhongli knew about it, he always have. he recognised those gazes of guizhong toward you. but as long as everyone happy, he let it be. after all, it was not her fault for liking you. you indeed is a charismatic person.

"i hope we'll meet again soon, just the three of us being happily together."

the last words spoken by guizhong before she passed away. zhongli remembered he only held both tightly in his arms, heart praying for the peace and safety for the next life for the both of you. shall you and guizhong reborn with the same features but with no memories of the past, so be it. let him bear those memories, as he wish both to live a good life.

"oh, mr. zhongli! come sit with us and enjoy this hot tea my spouse brewed just now."

zhongli was thrown back to reality, golden eyes studying the face of the person that spoke to him. the features are full of familiarity and nostalgic. when the person's spouse appeared with extra snacks to enjoy with the tea they just brewed, his smile grows slowly. his heart overwhelm with joy as he observe the couple interact with each other and gets even happier when a toddler mixed of the couple's feature joins them, greet them with a toothy grin.

seems like guizhong's words were answered by the gods above all archons. even though guizhong born in the male form, you were born again as your previous form with addition of tiny fruit of love. what a coincidence for the both of you to bear the same name from the past as well. the duo never ever left him out of their conversation, always involve him and make sure he is not getting left out in any possible way. his heart lighten a bit at this. the child loves to be in zhongli's lap and speak their baby language to him.

"may i ask the name of this cute little kid here?"

zhongli asks, smiling softly at the two of you.

"my, please drop the formalities! we are friends, no? and this little buddy here is guili."

zhongli nodded, soft smile never left his face. this moment may be short but he definitely keeping it deep in his mind.

guizhong, seems like your prayer has been answered and gifted with a small surprise. wherever your soul may rest, hope you are in good place. (name), though we are not together in this life, i am happy to see you again. may your soul rest in peace. we'll meet sooner, i promise.

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no need to be brutal

||  getou suguru x reader || T || hurt/comfort ||  wc: 4.6k || ao3  ||

There’s no need to be cruel to yourself. Suguru reminds you of this.

minors, antis, and ageless blogs dni

a/n: hurt/comfort with suguru!! AU where everyone lives/nobody dies. no spoilers! just some happy, jujutsu tech moments. student is a student, prolly a third year but its unspecified. 

warnings: unhealthy coping with drugs and alcohol, reader’s body size is referenced (wearing getou’s clothes, being picked up, etc) 

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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

incubus!Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader

genre. forbidden love, romance, smut

s. who knows how many lives we have lived and how many we have forgotten in the course of our existence. “you should be grateful ….” he says with a smirk as you feel a strange connection building between the two of you

cw. huge cock!Sukuna, mild dubcon at first, size kink, dirty talk, oral, fingering, squirting, manhandling, creampie, praise, tits play, belly bulge, cumflation, 69, doggy, mating press + plot twist | wc. 6K

cw. lower-ranking incubus!Yuji — Yuji is Sukuna’s underling

an. Sukuna in his incubus form has 4 arms and horns + his usual tattoos — rbs + interactions are appreciated — m.list

There is a sculpture at the entrance to the private college you attend.

A beautiful naked woman lying on what is supposed to represent a bed trying to push away a monstrous being, with horns and wings, who wants to lie with her.

You have always found the work interesting. The way the artist carved into the white marble the woman’s frightened expression, the draping of the sheets beneath her, the scary being laying its claws on her flesh.

“You’ve been looking at this statue for three years, it’ll be there tomorrow too,” the blonde’s voice made you wrinkle your nose, “the new sensei is coming today, come on, I’m curious”.

They were all in trepidation for the arrival of the new art history teacher. The only man who would be present inside the women’s college you’ve been attending for three years now. Everyone had been talking about him for weeks and finally, after winter break, he had arrived.

The art room had never been so full and after getting a glimpse of the new sensei you could see why.

He looked anything but like a teacher. His pink hair was pulled back tied in a small bun, his tattooed arms were clutched in the white t-shirt he wore, and his biker boots pulled tight around his ankles.

Something about him made your stomach tickle as the lessons got deeper.

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