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My Storm

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This is a second part to "For Me", again if anything listed makes you uncomfortable don't read/ interact!

I kinda let myself get too deep into this, (that's what she said lol) so Zenitsu's is significantly longer than Tanji's (......).

TW:kidnapping, electrocution, obsessive behavior, stalking, breaking and entering, claustrophobia (?), slight cursing, believe that's it

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Of course it happened to you. It's not like you already had a lot to deal with, the piles of paperwork, bills, and your crumbling social life, losing power in your apartment is exactly what you needed. A perfect way to start your night and, even better, it's snowing outside which means, freezing cold inside.

You're huddled under all the blankets you can find on your couch, trying to finish up your paperwork. Your hands hurt from the cold, they're stiff and pale, but you push through. You have a deadline after all.

By the time you hit the halfway point you can hardly feel your fingers, you're too cold. Teeth chattering, body shivering, hands and feet aching, but you keep writing away.

Like the hard worker you are.

A sudden knock at your door has you jumping, heart thumping in your chest. You slowly make your way to the door, looking through the small peep-hole, having to stand on your tiptoes just to reach. Bright yellow hair fills your view at first before you see the young man from next door, Zenitsu. He's handsome, smart, and always checks up on you.

Opening the door and poking your head out from under the blankets you speak quietly through your chattering teeth, “Y-yes?” The blonde only smiles sweetly at you, “Hello, did your power go out too?” Nodding you open the door a bit more, “It did actually, I thought I was the only one.”

Shaking his head he only chuckles quietly once he sees just how freezing you are, “I got my power to work, if you’d like you can go into my apartment and I can fix yours.”

Please.

Please.

Please.

He can see your hesitation, but he doesn’t blame you. You hardly know him, only small conversations in the mornings when you both leave the apartment at the same time. Simple talks, nothing too deep or meaningful. You don’t know him.

But I know you.

"It won't take long, I know my way around wires." He speaks softly and, feeling reassured you slowly nod, "If it's not too much trouble." He shakes his head, a bit too fast, "No trouble at all." He opens his apartment door and leads you inside.

Warmth. Finally, you felt the heat you had been craving blasting from the vents in the apartment. As he leads you to the couch you take in your surroundings. It's neat, clean, but the hallway looks smaller than yours. Shrugging it off you make yourself comfortable on the soft couch.

Zenitsu drapes one of his blankets over you and you're enveloped in his scent. Citrus? You huddle into the blanket and get a better whiff of it. Lemons? Pies? Lemon pie? It's relaxing in a weird sense. Being in your neighbors apartment, the citrusy scent bringing you comfort, freezing but slowly thawing out.

My couch.

My blanket.

My apartment.

My Y/N.

Zenitsu excuses himself and heads back to your apartment as you start working again, feeling warm at last. As promised, it doesn't take long until Zenitsu is taking you back to you apartment, "I got it to work, it was just a faulty wire that had come loose."

Smiling you nod and thank him for the nth time, "Thank you so much, again. I doubt I would've been able to sleep in that." Chuckling, he nods, "You're welcome, if you need anything I'm right next door. You're welcome anytime."

Now you sit at your desk, a little past your bedtime, but still working. The glow of your computer illuminating your features.

Like a goddess.

The warning box for low battery pops onto your screen and you sigh as you reach for the chord, "Damn low battery." You mutter as you plug the computer then reach down to plug it into the outlet.

Close.

So close.

Just a little more.

Pushing the plug into the outlet you feel the shock from it, a ZAP! coming from it. Pulling your hand back quickly your heart beats wildly, breathing heavily as you look at the plug then at your hand.

Finally.

A hand clamps over your mouth and you get pulled from your seat, your laptop falling to the floor. An arm wraps around your waist, pinning your arms against your sides before you're dragged out of your room and to the front door.

Thrashing and trying to scream, you knock over everything you can, desperate to make noise. To wake someone up. Anyone. No one comes, no one even bangs on the wall like they usually would. Just your luck.

Tears form in your eyes as you thrash, your attempts futile as whoever is holding you drags you easily out the door and down the hall. A door opens and you're dragged inside an apartment that smells vaguely familiar.

The hand clamped over your mouth moves up a bit and pinches your nose and you thrash more, finding it increasingly difficult to breathe. The arm around your waist only tightens slightly and you can't move, your vision becoming spotty and blurry as your struggles slowly come to a stop and you black out.

You wake up in the smallest room you've been in, basic and white. No windows, a single lamp by the bed you were laid in. One air vent big enough for someone to fit in above you, where golden brown eyes stared down at you.

"You're awake! Finally!" A rope falls from the vent and a figure slowly slides down it before rushing to your bedside happily, "I was worried I took it a bit too far. I'm glad I didn't though!" You're mortified, frozen as you take in the figure in front of you.

Zenitsu smiles brightly at you, like the sun, bouncing slightly on his heels before he sits at the edge of your bed and cups your face, "You're so pretty! You always are, even when you take off your makeup in the bathroom. And when you're sick! So cute!" He babbles on but you can only stare.

He's been in your apartment before? You have a security system though. The rope sways slightly and you understand everything. The vents. You have so many in your damn apartment, never paying attention to them, just going about your day.

Warm hands running across your cheeks then down your neck bring you back, "I didn't want it to come down to this, but it got too difficult. I just wanted you to myself! You can understand that, can't you?!" He holds both your hands and looks at you, eyes full of love and hope.

"You just complete me, in ways no one has. My heart just beats so fast when I'm with you. See?!" He places one of your hands on his chest, over his heart. It thumps wildly and his face flushes, "I-I just wanted you, so badly. I couldn't help myself anymore. My friends say I'm hopeless, just a romantic at heart. And they're not wrong!"

His face flushes more but you can see the hearts in his eyes as he looks at you in adoration, "It's like there's a fire in me that nothing can put out. And you're like a flood, no that's not right. A-a storm! That's it."

"A beautiful, wonderful storm. That goes over raging fires, that puts out even the biggest wildfires." He leans his forehead on to yours and the whimper that escapes you as you realize your fate makes his eyes darken. "A storm that calms me, a storm that I now have." He presses his lips to yours hungrily, like a man starved. "A storm that I've made my own."

"My storm."

normally when you tuck yourself into bed with your lover, you expect him to snuggle into you immediately as he’s done many times.

so why was he scooting away from you instead? and why is he looking at you like he wants to fight?

you blink once and twice before looking at him quizzically. your lover is a man that is undoubtedly and obviously whipped for you, so why now is he acting like it’s the opposite?

“what are you doing?” you finally ask after multiple beats of silence. you watch him turn his head to the side and scoff, his glare intensifying at your arms.

or rather, what was nestled in it.

he narrows his eyes, “there’s an impostor here.”

you quirk an eyebrow, confused, before following his gaze down to your lap.

“why do you have that thing?” he side eyes the big plushie you’re hugging close to your chest.

oh. so that’s what this was about?

you sigh a bit dramatically, amused. “this ‘thing’ is comfortable to sleep with,” you mock his tone, gesturing to the plushie. “plus, he’s literally custom made to look like you.”

he scoffs before crossing his arms. “it’s custom made to look like me? but all it looks like is a filthy homewrecker!”

you laugh, shoulders shaking while he gapes at you (even though you can see the upward quirks of his lips as his facade threatens to break).

“this is no laughing matter, my dear wife!”

he lifts up his hand to point accusingly at the plushie that looks like his clone. “and you! why are you trying to ruin our relationship, huh?” he pokes his face repeatedly, each time putting more and more force.

“you wont take my wife, you hear me?!”

you giggle, watching the amusing interaction play out. “i can’t believe you’re seriously upset over something like this.”

he stops after processing your words. his gaze darkens a little and he reaches both his arms out to shakily grasp your shoulders. “honey, this is a serious situation! this thing is trying to ruin our lives!” he frowns, shaking you slightly.

“you’re a clown.”

“wh- hey!”

“it’s just a plushie, it can’t do anything wrong.”

“oh, so i’m the bad guy now, is that it? sorry for protecting our marriage then!”

you purse your lips to prevent anymore laughter to spill out and provoke your husband to poke the innocent plushie more. “baby, let’s just go to sleep, alright?”

his eyes soften when you reach out to pull his arm closer to you but suddenly narrows at the plushie still on your lap, his favourite pillow.

“sure, on one condition,” he states before picking the plushie up and throwing it out of the bedroom, quickly locking the door.

(you never saw that plushie again and he claims he has nothing to do with it.)

— (bllk) nagi, reo (genshin) wriothesely, kaeya, childe, kaveh, itto, ayato (i can see it a lil) (star rail) sampo, jing yuan, caelus (haikyuu) suna, atsumu, kuroo, oikawa (jjk) gojo, geto (maybe), yuji, inumaki (if he could talk properly) (kny) douma, zenitsu (om) mammon, asmo

i’ve seen A LOT of drabbles like this but im not sure if anyone did this exact thing 😭 btw sch is starting real soon so ill be on n off on this app 🫢 this isnt edited yet 🥹

@xyaehir 2024. this is my content. do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

working on a request and the next au installment so take this in the mean time

inspired by newjeans super shy

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Zenitsu is shy when it comes to genuine affection. He's not used to it.

He's a very passionate and easily jealous lover, along with a side of cute clinginess.

He's had bad experiences in the past with relationships so he's a little skeptical about genuine affection at first.

His favorite is definitely small kisses and cuddling. He likes being wrapped in your arms, but also like wrapping you in his arms.

He's a little insecure and gets jealous of others giving you attention sometimes. All you have to to do is gently reassure him and he gets over it pretty quickly (most of the time anyways, minus the one time he chased tanjiro around for giving you a hug)

He may come off strong but he really is a good lover, and a sweet boy.