Hero (F!Reader X Genya)

Hero (F!Reader x Genya)

This is a small soft story. I just really wanted to write out. Hope you enjoy! I just love Genya.

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When Y/n had first met Genya he had saved her and her brother from a demon.

Y/n was covered with injures from head to toe, fighting to save the two of them from a vicious monster that appeared within their family home suddenly. Her little brother had tears streaming down his face as he hid behind his elder sister. The long brown strands of her hair were dripping in the red crimson of her head injury. Eyes dazed from her concussion, Y/n had no choice but to continue to fight. Fight for herself and her little brother.

"Stay back Kyo!" Y/n yelled, her arm extending out to gently push her brother back towards the wall that trapped them. The farther away he was, the safer he was. Kyo cried for his sister, only wanting to find comfort in her arms as he witnessed the amount of slashes his older sister had received.

Blood dripped onto the wooden floor, the puddle becoming a pool as minutes passed and her injures worsened.

"Nii-c-chan!" Y/n glanced quickly at her brothers cowering form, his hands raised for her to pick him up. A loud slurp caused a shiver to run up her spine and forced her head to snap at the large demon once again.

"You won't be able to kill me. Theirs no point in fighting, just let me eat you!" The demon roared, a devious laugh escaping his lips.

Was this really it? Was this really how the two of them were going to die? Y/n shook her head as small black spots appeared in her vision. No, she couldn't think like that. Maybe, just maybe her parents would be back in time. Her father would come to their rescue at the last moment and that would allow her to rest along the wooden floor in peace.

A small desperate laugh escaped her lips.

"As if." Y/n spoke, her hand gripping her waist as her other hand held up a long dagger. The demon grumbled under his breath, this girl was putting up the longest fight he had ever gone through. The kid he ate just before wasn't even this persistent.

As the demon began to lurch forward with alarming speed, Y/n's breath hitched and gripped the dagger with immense force. Here it comes.

A large sound range through the air and the demon yelled in agony. Y/n instantly looked at were the sound originated from, a boy wrapped in black and purple stood behind the demon. Y/n felt her body succumb to her injures as she fell to the floor, her little brother running to her side.

A sharp breath escaped her lips, her chest was hurting. Everything was hurting. Y/n couldn't focus on the sounds that emitted through their home. The bullets firing and roar of the demon and suddenly it went silent.

Everything sounded muffled. All Y/n could see was her brother hovering her body, his eyes pooling with tears as they dripped down his face so innocently.

Genya stood still as he watched the demons body evaporate, his shotgun strapped back in its rightful place. The sounds of cries brought him back to reality, the boy looking to see a young girl covered in blood and a little boy practically screeching for his sister.

Genya was quick to alarm his crow to send for Kakushi. The crow making swift work to leave the premise and bring back the trained medics. Rushing forward the brother paid no mind to their savior. Genya looked down at the young girl, at Y/n.

Y/n turned to look at Genya, his breath hitched in his throat as she looked directly into his eyes. She was beautiful, gorgeous even as her brown hair was matted with dry blood and her kimono stained.

"T-Thank you." Y/n spoke softly, ragged breaths escaping her lips. Genya nodded sheepishly, before noticing her breath was coming out ragged. Y/n's eyes glazed as her head fell to the side. Genya quickly worked to wrap her wounds in the cloth of his clothing, ripping it off.

"W-What are y-you doing?" Kyo said softly, his hand caressing his sisters as the warmth left her skin slowly.

"Buying some time kid." Genya spoke, his voice coming out rough as he would diligently to keep you alive.

As soon as the Kakushi arrived, their were surprised to see how well Genya had patched you up. The makeshift bandages were tight, but not tight enough to cut of any circulation. Genya turned quick to yell at them to hurry the hell up. They quickly jumped into action.

When Y/n woke up, she genuinely thought she had died and gone to heaven. Y/n was in an unknown room, her head was throbbing roughly and she gasped slightly feeling the pain of her other injures.

"Don't move so much." A rough voice spoke out, Y/n whipped her head to see a tall muscular boy, possibly a year older than her. A small flush made it's way to her face as she examined him. He looked rough, brash, and manly.

Genya tried his absolute best no to explode in flush of red. He had never been good at communicating with girls, but you... You were breathtaking.

"M-My brother? Where is he?" Y/n asked frantically, pushing the covers off her body and moving to leave the bed. Genya was quick to grab ahold of her body just as it was about to hit the floor. A small gasp left her lips at the contact.

"He's safe. He's eating in the kitchen right now." Genya said looking down at the girl. Peeping up to make contact with the boy, his eyes quickly averted their gaze. His ears were bright red.

"I-I need to see him." Y/n said softly, Genya only nodded softly and led the girl out the door supporting all of her weight as they walked.

Y/n heard laughter. Her head shot up seeing her little brother laughing away with three little girls, his face littered in little pieces of rice. A deep sigh escaped her lips, Genya looked down not expecting Y/n to be looking at him.

Genya froze, his eyes unable to pull away from hers. Her eyes were a soft brown, like a pool of chocolate that makes you want to drive in. Her eyes peeked under long curled lashes, making her look divine.

"Thank you so much, for saving us. I don't think I would have lasted much longer." Y/n said softly, unknowingly leaning into a flustered Genya. Y/n softly giggled feeling his body tense up under her touch and a fit of red engulfing his entire face.

It wasn't ideal for the two of them to meet under these circumstances, but Genya could never forget it. Y/n refused to ever forget her hero.

Months had passed that they had yet to see each other since the attack. Y/n healed beautifully and her scars made her look tough and brave. After she had healed, she had met with the Butterfly Hashira that oversaw her treatment. Since then Y/n began to learn how to become a demon slayer. Not many civilians had the strength to fight a demon, so to hear that she could become a demon slayer surprised her.

As time grew long, Y/n trained to become a part of the demon slayer corporation and after passed the trial she officially made it.

Genya sat outside in the garden of the Butterfly Mansion. He had just made it back after a long mission and it was nice to be able to rest. A small sigh escaped his lips as he leaned back to lay against the cool wood, his leg dangling over the edge.

Closing his eyes, he relished in the silence of the mansion.

Suddenly his eyes opened to come face to face with her. His heart pounded in his chest as he noticed it was the girl he saved, that it was Y/n.

Y/n hovered over his body. The sun's rays complimented her features and Genya noticed the uniform she wore. A demon slayer uniform.

"Nice to see again, Genya." Y/n spoke softly, a flattering smile and small red tint adoring her face as she looked with loving eyes at the boy below her.

"Y-YOU!" Genya shouted as he quickly got up. Y/n pulled her body back, laughing slightly.

"Yes, me." Y/n said softly, pushing her brown strands behind her hair. Genya was shocked to see her, especially since he never thought he would see her again.

"I decided to join the demon slayer corporation after you saved me. I trained under the Butterfly Hashira because..." Y/n looked down at her fingers nervously, Genya gulped.

"After everything that happened I realized I wanted to be apart of this. After you saved me, I wanted to do the same for others." Y/n walked forward, her head sinking down to Genya's level. His body froze, eyes wide, and lips slightly ajar.

"Your my hero, Genya. Thank you for everything." Y/n said sheepishly. Slowly, Y/n leaned forward placing a small kiss on Genya's red hot cheek. The boy was shocked as Y/n pulled away. Y/n smiled brightly as she turned and walked away, the gravel sounding softly.

Genya lifted his hand and placed it on the cheek you kissed.

'Hero...' Genya thought as he looked at your disappearing form. The smallest smile graced Genya's features. He never thought he would see you again, but his racing heart told him that he was happier than ever to see you.

guard stars

No blue lock related, but genshin.

I’ve been thinking about the new natlan spoilers lately, and noticed there were only 6 tribes out of 7

And the likely missing tribe was Anemo, which had me thinking about it. And I noticed that in the Manga, Venti, the god of Anemo encountered Vanessa, someone who used to be from Natlan and was enslaved. And it got me thinking, what if there’s something going on? Does Natlan not know the concept of ‘real freedom’? Or is it something else?

you've corrupted the chief justice - neuvillette x reader (ft wriothesley)

summary: you and wriothesley have a full conversation about your sex life with neuvillette without saying a single word

a/n: this is neuvillette x reader but its mainly focused on wriothesley, wriothesley being a menance, neuvillette has no idea what the fuck is going on, complete choas, mentions of sex but sfw otherwise, no mention of gender, poor writing but oh well

Once every few weeks, the 4 of you, which includes Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Furina, and yourself, finally get a chance where your schedules aline to relax together. These times are always held in Neuvillette's office with a table full of cakes, desserts, and teas to snack on as you catch up. Since your relationship with the Iudex began, you've grown close to those Neuvillette sees as family and look forward to these peaceful reunions.

You were all sat around the table, with Neuvillette on your left, Wriothesley in front of you and Furina on your right. Neuvillette and Furina had been discussing some recent trials for a while now - you nor Wriosthesley had much to add, neither of you had much involvement when it came to the trials, but you listened in whilst enjoying your desserts.

After a few minutes, you felt something nudge your leg under the table from in front of you. With furrowed brows, you looked up towards Wriothesley to see him looking back at you with a mischievous smirk. Oh, archons... you've seen this look a few times - when he's bored and thought of something to entertain himself

His eyes darted between you and Neuvillette, his finger subtly following, pointing at the both of you. Then, his index finger and thumb joined together to create a circle, whilst his other index finger poked in and out of said circle. With his brow raised, you could tell he was asking you.

You stifled a chuckle as his immaturity before nodding smugly to answer his question - yes, the two of you have had sex.

He nodded along, his smirk growing larger as if to say he knew, then pondered for a moment, looking at the Iudex next to him. Seconds later, he looked back to you, raising 1 finger, then all 10 whilst mouthing '1 to 10' and flashing his eyes at your partner.

You covered your mouth with your hand as if to be in thought, but truly, you were trying to stop yourself from laughing at his antics - discussing such activities in front of the Chief Justice and Archon. Despite having no experience or even desire before you, Neuvillette was quick to learn when it came to pleasuring you, and he was certainly enthusiastic. You held up all 10 fingers, close to the table, to not draw too much attention.

Wriothesley's mouth formed an 'o' shaped, slightly taken back by your rating of his boss, but seemed to get past it quickly. He leaned forward in his seat, pointed between 2 of the cakes on the decorated table, and then looked at you. Your head tilted, glancing between the cakes and the man in front of you, trying to figure out what he meant. Then, you realised the difference between the two desserts - one was vanilla and one was chocolate. You could only assume he was trying to decipher whether Neuvillette was a simple vanilla lover or someone more adventurous.

You blew air into your cheeks, slouching back into your chair whilst in thought. Neuvillette certainly wasn't what you would describe as 'kinky', in fact, even associating that word with him makes you shiver a little, but he was open to trying whatever you desired. There were more daring things that he liked, such as having his hair pulled, messing around in places where he may get caught, or having you take control. He was learning, after all, about himself, about you, and about sex in general, so who knew what undiscovered things he was into.

You held out your finger and wiggled it between the 2 cakes and shrugged - you couldn't really give a clear answer to that one at the moment.

The Duke slumped back into his chair, staring at you with a devilish look for what felt like minutes. You squinted your eyes at him playfully - what was he thinking?

A few moments later, his hands were held in front of him, parallel to each other as if... to measure something. You shook your head at him in disbelief, sucking on your cheeks to hold back a grin. His hands were probably about 5 inches apart - certainly not big enough for the dragon.

'Bigger,' you mouthed at him and watched as his eyes grew wide. His hands moved apart slightly, perhaps 2 or so inches further apart.

'Bigger,' you mouthed again, the smirk on your face breaking through your facade. His jaw dropped.

'Are you two quite alright?' A deep voice startled you both away from your intense discussion. You hadn't realised that the other two had stopped talking a while ago.

'Never been better actually,' Wriothesley piped up, finally taking his eyes of you to face Neuvillette.

'Were you... having a discussion?' Neuvillette tentatively asked - he's been trying to learn about humans for 500 years, but he had no idea what he just witnessed. 'You two look like crabs trying to communicate,' he added. It almost sounded like an insult in his blunt voice, but you knew he meant that as a fact.

'Oh yes, a very productive, important discussion,' Wriothesley trails off, looking back at you with his brow raised. You gasped quietly at his response,

'Don't you dare-' you threated before he cuts you off, speaking up again, but this time with a face of pure horror,

'Wait! Have you...in here?' His eyes darted around the room as his interrogation continued. You couldn't help but giggle as you nodded, not missing the pure confusion on Neuvillette and Furina's faces.

He let out a dramatic gasp, gripping the armrests on his chair, then pointed at you.

'Jail time,' he jokingly declared. You threw your head back in laughter at his statement, clutching your sides.

'Wriosthesley, are you insinuating my beloved has committed a crime?' The Iudex questioned, his face as serious as if he were in the Opera House. However, you could see the cracks of bewilderment come through.

'Yes - put them on trial for corrupting the Chief Justice,' Wriothesley demanded, standing from his chair and pointing at you. Your laughter grew harder at his performance.

'I have done no such thing!' You declared, almost yelled, back at him. You could see his chest shake from the giggles he was trying to hold back.

'You disgust me. He was innocent before he met you,' he spat out. His words were so forced and dramatised, yet he was smiling? This was making Neuvillette's brain hurt.

'Wriosthesley,' he warned, narrowing his eyes at him - no one spoke to his partner like that, not even his family. Between your laughter, you placed your hand on your partners thigh to comfort him,

'He's just joking, it's ok,' you could see Neuvillette's body soften at your words, although it didn't clear up anything that was going on. Wriothesley sat back down in his chair, shaking his head at you whilst grinning.

'You little minx,' he muttered, picking up his tea cup and taking a sip. The room died down for a few moments, but the atmosphere was thick. You looked towards Furina, who hadn't said a word yet, and saw her cheeks were bright red.

'Monsieur Neuvillette, I-I think they may have been discussing your...private activites with dear (y/n),' she stuttered, picking up her plate of cake and stuffing it into her mouth.

'Oh,' normally you could read your partner easily, but right now you had no idea if he was confused, calm, angry?

'I'm sorr-'

'You could have just asked, Wriothesley.'

Live laugh love shadow for the bllk Leaks abt season two but i’m so upset Kaiser’s still not here like a little 1 second scene and I’m content 🙏🙏

BORN TO LOVE YOU

// Michael Kaiser

sum: it’s been a month since kaiser let you slip away from him. he thinks he knows what it feels like to lose everything.

wc: 1080

warnings: probably OOC kaiser idk it’s my first time writing him, kaiser backstory & manga spoilers

a/n: sorry if this is a mess i just had to get exes to lovers with kaiser out of my head xd

likes & reblogs are appreciated :)

When Michael Kaiser was born, he had nothing. Not a family, not care, and most certainly not love. Michael Kaiser was born a mistake, and lived most of his life that way.

Everything changed when he was fifteen, when his life turned around and all of a sudden he meant something. All of a sudden he had a reason to care, a reason to continue living. No longer was he the mistake of a child that neither of his parents wanted, no longer was he a thief that had to steal to survive; he is Michael Kaiser, a member of the New Generation World XI, signed to Bastard Munchen with millions to his name.

He met you at twenty-one, a university student studying in one of the universities in the city, at some coffee shop he can’t seem to remember. He remembers the bored look on your face as you took his order at the register, and the way you didn’t even react when he said his name. If Kaiser was being honest, he was a little offended - but he also thought you were pretty even with your bored appearance.

He didn’t know that that fateful encounter would lead to perhaps the most meaningful years of his life.

Kaiser is not good with love. He was never given even a sliver of it, and he has never been in a relationship long enough to know what it feels like beyond the shallow like. Models and actresses alike all flock to him no doubt as a means of increasing their fame, and he could care less. It was fun to toy with them, and throw them aside when he got tired of them. They were all the same.

You, however, brought him down to earth; you showed him what it was like to be human. You showed him what it meant to enjoy the little things in life, to take a step back and relax for a moment, to enjoy the silence. If he knows how to appreciate the simple pleasures of life, it’s because of you.

Two years with you was more than enough time to get him addicted to the drug that is you. He’s not a passive person by any means, and he’s the kind of person to speak freely of his thoughts no matter the opinions of the people around him - yet he finds himself unsure of what to say when he’s with you. He finds himself wondering if he should say something, if he’ll offend you with his blunt words. So he softens himself the best he can, he tries to be gentler and kinder in his words and actions, all in an effort to keep you.

Yet, you still manage to slip through his fingers, until all he's left with are the bittersweet memories of you.

Kaiser doesn’t enjoy admitting he’s miserable. All that runs through his head are thoughts of you, how you’re doing, what you’re doing, where you could be. He yearns to feel your skin against his again, to hold you at night and let your breathing lull him to sleep, he yearns to hold your hand as you walk down the street, he yearns for you. You, who is just barely within reach, but the one thing he’ll never be able to reach.

Kaiser doesn’t cry. Kaiser gets angry, he gets frustrated, but he doesn’t cry. But when he thinks about you, and what was and what could’ve been, he can’t help when his face grows wet and the cascade of tears don’t stop. He waits for a moment, before he laughs bitterly, remembering that you’re not there anymore, and he’s back to wiping his own tears like all those years ago.

A month passes by, and you’ve never contacted him. His heart hurts in a way he’s never felt before. Maybe it’s an act of desperation, or maybe he’s drowning in his sorrows, but he finds himself at your apartment in the middle of the day looking and feeling like a wreck.

“I’m sorry.” The words slip out of his mouth on instinct. He’s not the kind of person to apologize, but if it’s for you, he’ll do it without hesitation.

You let him in and he almost feels like he’s breathing fresh air again. Your apartment is a familiar sight, and he remembers every inch of it like the back of his hand. The only things missing are the frames of you and him.

“I’m sorry.” He all but whispers when you sit down on your couch, his voice rough and raw. “I love you.”

“Michael…” Your voice, liquid gold to his ears, calls his name so tenderly he might just break down on the spot.

“I can’t live without you. I don’t know how to anymore. I’ll never love anyone as much as I love you, and I’ll never stop loving you. You… You’re my life. You taught me how to live, you taught me how to be human. If I know love, it’s because of you. How can I love another person while knowing you’re the only one for me?” Michael Kaiser has never begged. But for you, he’ll grovel a thousand times over and then some. His voice cracks and he wants nothing more than for you to love him again. “I… I know it’s selfish that I need you. You deserve better. I’m sorry that this is all I am, but I can’t let go of you.”

“Michael, please don’t say that.” Your voice is firm as you take his hands in yours and he swears he feels electricity shoot down his spine. “You are more than enough the way that you are, please never think otherwise. You’re the Michael Kaiser, any person would be lucky to have such a wonderful man by their side.”

He doesn’t realize he’s crying, not until you wipe away his tears with your thumb.

When you embrace him gently, lovingly, he completely breaks. The tears don’t stop and he can’t help his sniffling. He’s afraid to speak, to hear what may leave his fragile heart, but he’s never felt so warm, so loved. Is this what home feels like?

“I was born to love you.” He finally manages to whisper, buried in the comfort of your neck with your arms wrapped around him, his wrapped around you. Your hands tenderly stroke his hair, and he feels himself being lulled to sleep.

“We were born for each other, my love.”