Stop Because I Will Start Yearning. You Barely Remember Aizawa From That Time You Met When You Were Young,

— lapis dei | zhongli ( genshin impact ) x female! reader

part one.

SERIES GENRE: romance, angst, smut, fantasy mafia! au

SUMMARY: in your family, being married and giving an heir to a certain man you’re married to is a must. after zhongli lost his wife guizhong — he was devastated. but there’s no time in wasting to find another woman who shall be his new wife. and you were chosen.

CW IN THIS CHAPTER: strong language, arranged marriages, mentions of violence, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of death | please read at your own risk, and please send an ask if i missed any content warnings here.

NOTES: ahh!!! i finally posted this </3 i've been wanting to write a genshin mafia! au for so long 😭 i’ll probably make this a series! maybe around 3 or more parts :D if you want to be added in a taglist, just send me an ask/reply on this post! anyway, enjoy!! ♡

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part one ( you’re here! ) | part two | part three

-15 / BLANK / AGELESS BLOGS DNI!

you knew you were going to be forced into getting married sooner than later, but you never thought it would be him.

zhongli, also known as rex lapis or morax, has been the mafia leader of liyue after the death of his superior. it shocked everyone when they learned that his wife, guizhong, was killed, especially when she hasn’t borne a child.

of course, it shocked you as well. you never really knew her personally, but you’ve heard from others that she was a kindhearted and sweet woman despite her husband being the most feared.

and now, you were getting married to him.

“…what?”

“exactly as i’ve said.” xiao kept a stoic face as he looked at you, and you couldn’t help but feel intimidated by him. “your father had already agreed to this.”

of course, your father did. you know he would just do anything to form an alliance with rex lapis.

xiao, or the vigilant yaksha, is one of rex lapis’ trusted men. you knew him— he is notorious for killing people who got in the way of rex lapis. he is also always reserved, and would rather not get close to other people he isn’t familiar with.

“wait, my daughter?!” your mother gasped, looking at you. “you— you’re getting married to rex lapis!”

yeah, you could tell she was excited about it.

you forced a smile to your lips, “i guess i am.”

xiao nodded, “tomorrow at 12 pm, i’ll pick you and your father up and bring you to rex lapis to discuss about the wedding. that’s all.”

as you thanked and bid the vigilant yaksha goodbye, you were starting to feel nervous about tomorrow.

zhongli… the man who is known to be ruthless when it comes to contracts. once you break a contract, you’re dead.

“dear. oh dear.” your mother started sobbing, pulling you into a hug. you sighed and patted her back, feeling the tears starting to form in your eyes.

you wondered what your life would be once you got married to him.

rex lapis’ place is beautiful.

you stared in awe. it was quite simple yet pleasing to the eyes.

“y/n, let’s go.” your father nodded at you to follow him, and so you did. the inside of rex lapis’ mansion is luxurious— you were almost convinced it was made of gold.

“welcome, mr. zhongli is waiting for you in his office.” one of the assistants, ganyu, flashed a kind smile, which you did the same with her. you and your father followed her and before you knew it, you were infront of a big office.

bodyguards in front of you opened the door, and you saw him, the rex lapis, sitting on a chair with an emotionless expression.

you followed ganyu inside, and she bowed before him. “mr. zhongli, miss y/n is here.”

and then, his eyes were on you. you could hear your heart thumping loudly.

he looked very… ethereal. like a god.

“i see,” he spoke, and even though you knew he had a deep voice, it still surprised you hearing it in person. it sent shivers down your spine. “you may go, ganyu. thank you.”

“yes, sir.”

and the woman stepped out of the office, only leaving you, your father, his trusted man xiao, and him.

“have a seat.” zhongli gestured at the two chairs, which you and your father sat on. then, he looked at you. “as you may have known by now, you’re getting married to me. your father, a good friend of mine, had already agreed to this. i would like to hear directly from you if you agree to this marriage. by agreeing, you will give me an heir which my former wife has failed to give me.”

you could almost feel your father’s fierce gaze. well, it’s not like you had any other choice.

“i agree.” you responded.

“very well. here’s the contract,” zhongli handed you a paper and while you read the contents, he said, “i suppose you know what happens if you break them, right?”

you were lost for words at first, so you stumbled over them as you mentally cursed at yourself for fucking up. “i— y-yes, of course.”

“good.”

gulping, you grabbed the pen he had offered and signed on the paper. after that, he and your father had discussed more details about your marriage. you realized how lonely your life is going to be after the wedding ceremony.

and the thought hurts just as bad as you thought it would.

a few weeks later, you were finally married to rex lapis. the wedding ceremony was big and overwhelming. you still remembered the way he had kissed your lips after the priest said, “you may now kiss the bride.”

his lips were so soft… and quite addicting.

now, you were in the bathroom of the reception area, trying to stop the tears from your eyes from spilling.

god, were you nervous.

you’re a virgin. you’ve dated some guys, but it never got too far. affirmations from your mother didn’t really help…

“fucking hell…” you sighed shakily, fanning your face. it's okay y/n. tell him you're a virgin, and perhaps he could be kind enough to be gentle.

after heaving a sigh once more, you left the bathroom.

as few people congratulated you and you thanked them, you looked for your husband— who's talking to a woman, lady ningguang.

she's almost as rich as zhongli, you've seen her in magazines. she is gorgeous... ambitious... luxurious…

zhongli saw you first, “there you are. i was looking for you.”

“oh— i’m sorry, i had to use the bathroom.” you answered, then turned to the woman beside him. “good evening, lady ningguang.”

she nodded with a smile. “good evening. congratulations on your marriage, by the way. i hope you both live happily.”

your husband thanked her with a smile, and it was your first time seeing it. his smile wasn’t big, it didn’t have much of an emotion but it made you wonder, could you bring a smile on his face, too?

“you’re nervous.” zhongli said as you both entered the hotel you’re staying at for the honeymoon. fuck, is it that obvious? or is it because he’s in the mafia— he has killed people, perhaps he knows how they are when they’re nervous.

“a bit.” you muttered. what a lie.

“we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

your eyes widened, looking at him. “no— i want to. i’m just… scared. first times hurt, right?”

you could see the genuine look in his eyes. “have no worry. i will be gentle. i can’t deny that it will hurt since it’s your first time, but i won’t be rough with you.”

you gulped, and felt the hotness spreading through your cheeks. even though he had a stern voice, you felt… safe.

“o-okay. i trust you.”

and you swore your heart skipped a beat when you saw him smile. and no, it was different from the smile he gave to lady ningguang. it was definitely more genuine.

“good. well then,” he leaned into your ear, “shall we get started?”

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Hi. Not sure if request are allowed (idk what I'm doing) but wondering if you could write something like aizawa finds out reader was sexually abused when they were younger...maybe comforts them and helps them through a panic attack? Holds them while they cry kinda stuff.. It would mean a lot to me (give me all the comfort...I need it 😫)

From Cindy: Hey anon. Requests are definitely allowed. I’m sorry it took me a while to get to this. I hope you are doing all right, and I hope you can get some comfort from this ♥

Dirty (Aizawa x Reader)

⚠️mentions of sexual abuse, Panic Attack, Hurt/Comfort ⚠️

Of all the decisions you’d made in your life, agreeing to go on a date with Shota Aizawa was turning out to be one of the better ones. Even after the awkward stiffness of the first few times going out disappeared, the man continued to be extremely gentle, patient, and kind. Many people looked for these exact traits in a partner, but they were even more important to you. With the experiences of your past like a constant shadow looming over you, even just convincing yourself to put yourself out there to try and meet new people was a difficult issue to overcome. So, finding a partner who could not only accept the fact that these traumatic things had happened to you but also help you move past them was even more unlikely.

Admittedly, you hadn’t shared the horrors from your younger years with your hero boyfriend yet, but you were starting to feel like you might be able to open up to him about it soon. The fear that he would lose interest in you and leave every time you shrugged off his affection had begun to ease away. He’d looked confused the first couple times you’d pushed him away, but not once had he looked annoyed or gotten angry. For a while, you had also worried that he would ask about your odd behavior, but that hadn’t happened yet either. Aizawa seemed to understand and respect your need for space and to move at a slower pace through the relationship.

“Today I will tell him.” You promise your reflection in the mirror one morning as you get ready for the day. Aizawa was scheduled to come over to have dinner with you after his patrol, and you thought it was as decent an opportunity as any to finally expose your dark secret.

You were feeling fairly confident about it until you turned on the TV right as the local newscaster launched into a story about a young child who’d apparently gone through a similar situation as yourself. As quickly as you can, you change the channel and try not to let the disturbing report trigger any of the memories that so often haunted you.

After convincing yourself that you’d be all right and that you just needed a distraction, you grab your keys and head to the supermarket to pick up the ingredients you’d need for dinner that evening. The harder you tried not to think about the child from the news though, the more it seemed to pop into your head. Soon, familiar images from your past began to consume your thoughts, making your stomach roll and skin itch uncomfortably.

“Dirty.” The word slips from your lips as you rush back home, avoiding the stares of people around you who you were convinced knew every single terrible detail of the memories currently rushing through your mind. You toss the groceries onto the ground once you make it back, more concerned with getting rid of the filthy feeling all over your body than putting the food away. You rush to the bathroom, eager to scrub every inch of yourself until the shame went away.

By the time Aizawa showed up, you felt more composed. You’d managed to put yourself back together after the shower and get all the groceries put away, hopefully leaving your boyfriend none the wiser about the rough day you’d had.

“Smells good in here,” He smiles as he comes in the door, slipping out of his shoes and tucking his feet into the pair of slippers you kept at the entrance for him. “Anything I can do to help?”

“N-no, I’ve got it.” You bite your bottom lip to try and keep your mind focused. The warmth and genuine kindness in his eyes made a wave of guilt wash over you, and your thoughts began to spiral. How long had you been with Aizawa now? How long had you been deceiving a good man? You shake your head, reminding yourself that you had every intention of telling him. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if he deserved someone better than you… someone less… tainted. Without realizing, your hands had begun to shake and your breathing become labored.

“Hey, is everything all right?” Aizawa’s hand appears in front of you to take your hands into his but you rip out of his grasp and back away, hot tears finally springing forward and blurring your vision. The shock stays on his face for just a moment before morphing into concern as he whispers your name softly.

“No!” You shake your head. “You can’t. We can’t. I’m just… I’m sorry. You should be with … someone else. Someone better.” You were too upset to form coherent sentences, and Aizawa was clearly confused.

“What are you talking about?” He asks softly, “What brought this on?”

You couldn’t believe his patience and self-control. Why wasn’t he getting angry? You could see it in his posture that he was holding himself back from rushing over to you. Even now, he was giving you space and remaining calm. This wasn’t the way you wanted him to find out, but you found that you couldn’t keep the truth in any longer. With a choked sob, the truth spills from your lips. You explain as quickly as you can how your body had been violated against your will, and how that made you feel too disgusting to be with anyone, especially someone as good as him. Aizawa looked stunned as he took in your confession. Then, his eyes were also filling with tears as you told him sadly that you understood if he wanted to leave.

“I’m not leaving,” he states without hesitation, “not unless you tell me to.” Seeing you standing across the room with your shoulders hunched and shaking as you continued to cry was breaking his heart. “The only disgusting thing is the person who did those things to you.” He wipes the wetness from his own cheeks before taking a hesitant step forward. “Please, can I hold you?”

The nagging self-doubt was still in the back of your head, but you still manage to force your feet to shuffle forward until you’re close enough for Aizawa to pull you firmly into his arms and safely against his chest. “I’m so sorry that happened to you,” He murmurs softly while letting his hand rub slow circles on your back to try and calm you down. “And I would never leave you over something that wasn’t your fault.” The comforting words bring about a fresh wave of tears and you wrap your arms around his waist, fingers fisting into his shirt to keep him close. You stay embraced for a few minutes as your breathing calms down and you start to relax, Aizawa telling you how strong and brave you are the whole time.

“T-the food,” you mutter as the timer on the stove goes off. Reluctantly you pull away and turn to grab some oven mitts, but your hands are still shaking.

“Let me,” Aizawa offers and you let him take the dish from the oven and set it on the counter. Before you can say another word, he pulls you back into his arms and you let out a teary laugh.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you all this sooner,” you nuzzle your face into his chest. “I just… I just couldn’t.”

“It’s okay,” Aizawa shakes his head. “You don’t have to be sorry about that. Please tell me I never did anything to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, you’re perfect.” You look up and smile at him so he knows how honest you’re being. “More than perfect.”

“I hope you know I feel the same way about you,” He says seriously.

“Even now?” You can’t help but ask.

“Even now.” He confirms with a nod of his head.

The confidence of his answer caused that small hope in your chest to bloom into true happiness. For so long, you’d hoped to find someone you were not only comfortable enough with to divulge the trauma of your past, but also someone you could trust enough to join in your journey of self-healing. Aizawa seemed to fit every category and then some with flying colors. Agreeing to go on that first date with him had definitely been one of the best decisions of your life.

depollute me, pretty baby—eijirou kirishima.

concept: eijirou comforts his significant others in their moment of insecurity [based on leith ross’ we’ll never have sex demo].

pairing: pro-hero!eijirou kirishima x afab!black!reader.

word count: 1.2k

warning: body image issues, insecurity, suggestive?, [non-sexual] body worship, praise, caressing, NO SMUT.

clo said—honestly, i’m having less than satisfactory thoughts about myself and wrote about my feelings and what i need. this isn’t meant to glorify any kind of negative body image or eating disorder, i truly just wrote about something i could relate to. i understand that this could be extremely triggering so don’t feel pressured to read this. i hope none of you have gone through this and if you have, i hope you know that i’m here for you. happy reading.

depollute me, pretty baby

suck the rot right out of my bloodstream

y/n sat on the floor of their bathroom as they stared at their body in the mirror, a few stray tears escaping their eyes. it was a bad habit of theirs to check their body and make mental notes on the areas that they could lose weight in. they sometimes even went as far as to plan how they would lose said weight, only for them to forget within the span of three days. they only did this when they knew eijirou would be gone for a while, fearing what he would say if he saw them like this. he was big on positivity and it’d kill him if he saw his significant other sitting on the floor, having less than positive thoughts about themselves.

‘another twelve pounds. what happened to wanting to lose weight, y/n?’ they thought to themselves.

y/n was so caught up in their thoughts that they didn’t hear the front door open and they didn’t hear when he called out for them twice. that’s how kirishima found them staring off into the mirror with a wet face and frown, quickly putting two and two together. he stepped behind y/n, snapping them out of their thoughts when they saw his figure in the mirror. they grabbed his their discarded shirt and quickly pulled it on before turning to look at him.

“i thought you’d be home late,” y/n said, embarrassed as they stood up and walked to the sink, hoping to wash their tear stricken face. before they could reach the porcelain appliance, eijirou pulled them towards him.

“i’m glad i came home early. otherwise, you would’ve been left completely alone with your thoughts. i’m sorry i wasn’t here,” kirishima mumbled, disappointed in himself for not noticing how you felt.

“it’s not your fault, eiji. i didn’t want you to worry,” they mumbled into the crook of his neck as they felt fresh tears pool in their eyes. this is exactly what they didn’t want. kirishima had his own bad habit of blaming himself for things that he couldn’t control. y/n didn’t want to add additional stress on top of his hero duties and figured that this was something that they could handle on their own. this isn’t how they wanted him to find out if he ever did.

“are you hungry? i bought us dinner on my way home from the agency. i noticed that you didn’t write anything on the calendar about dinner for today and figured i could bring something home,” he asked as he pulled back enough to see his lover’s face. he noticed the new tears and brushed them away only for more to come. “it’s alright, love. let it out. i’m here for you.”

“i’m so sorry,” y/n sniffled as they cried harder. kirishima rubbed their back as he led them back into the bedroom.

oh, you kissed me

just to kiss me

not to take me home

he carefully laid them down on the bed before laying next to them, wrapping his arms around their frame as they faced each other. he held them tightly and let a few of his own tears fall at the sight of his distressed lover. his brightness was so dim as he held them in his arms.

“talk to me, doll. i’d like to help you if you’d let me,” he whispered. y/n looked at his face before letting a few more tears fall.

“i just… i don’t feel beautiful, eiji. i know that you call me beautiful or gorgeous, but i can’t bring myself to feel that way. i feel like i embarrass you when we’re seen in public. i’m not slim like those pro-heroines and i’m definitely not as beautiful. i gained twelve pounds whilst on a diet. i love my complexion, but the beauty standards here insult it. i try so hard… just to not receive good results. i just want to feel pretty, eiji. i want to feel pretty so bad,” y/n sobbed as they confessed their worries to him.

eijirou was lost for words. he never imagined that his usually upbeat significant other felt like this. he never would’ve suspected them being insecure or body conscious because he knew they were beautiful. his friends and co-workers even recognized y/n as gorgeous externally, so their doubts were surprising.

“can you look at me, darling?” he asked softly. he didn’t want to force them to do anything. he was elated when y/n met his gaze. “you’re absolutely beautiful. inside and out. i didn’t know you felt like this because in my eyes, and many others, you’re stunning. i know my words aren’t enough to soothe your worries, but i meant it when i said you are the most attractive person i’ve ever laid my eyes on. ‘m not just saying that because i’m your man, but because it’s true. there aren't enough words to express how beautiful you are.”

there was a short silence between the two before kirishima leaned in and kissed y/n’s lips. “please let me show you how beautiful you are,” he requested, planting soft but meaningful kisses on their face.

if i said you could never touch me

you’d come over and say i looked lovely.

“i don’t wanna have sex tonight,” y/n said, hesitating in case they disappointed him.

“sex isn’t on my mind tonight. i just want to worship you like you deserve. if you don’t want me to, i won’t and i’ll just hold you,” he tightened his hold to show y/n that it was truly up to them and that they were in control.

“go ahead. i’d like it if you helped me.”

at their approval, kirishima re-situated himself between their legs before pushing their shirt up above their chest. he looked up y/n to receive their consent once more before placing a few kisses on their collarbone. he moved slowly, traveling to their sternum and down further to the pudge on their stomach. y/n hummed at the feeling of his hands running over their body.

“i wish you knew how beautiful you are. if you need my help in any way, please come to me. you can always lean on me, love. it hurt to see you closed off in the bathroom, judging your gorgeous body,” as he whispered, he left longer kisses on a more intimate place of their body. he hoped that through his actions, he would be able to convey his feelings.

he ran his hands over their plush thighs, massaging them slightly as he looked down at the beautiful human being under him. his motions soothed their body and some of their insecurities, showing them how beautiful they truly were. washing their sorrows away when he left those lingering kisses.

he ceased his motions when he reached their face once more. he maintained eye contact until y/n closed their eyes with a small smile. he pressed barely there kisses along their cheek bones and on their forehead. he took their face between his large hands and kisses their soft lips with enough emotion to bring them to tears.

“thank you, eiji,” y/n said, wrapping their arms around him, cuddling deeper into him.

“of course, doll.”

it was simple

you are sweetness

let’s just sit a while.

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[ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐨 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 ]

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨:

- rests his head on the top of yours if you’re shorter than him, and on your chest/shoulder if your as tall/taller than him

- listens to your heartbeat when you’re laying in bed together

- always buys food he thinks you might like on his way home

- tries to call you when he knows you’re sitting down to eat since he cant be there a lot of the time but still wants to make sure you aren’t lonely

- steals bits of food off of your plate when you aren’t looking

𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢:

- calls you to tell you about something he thought about that he wanted to share with you. every. single. time.

- texts you good morning/good night at the exact same time every day with the same emojis every time

- writes down things he learns about you in his notebook page specially meant for that so he doesn’t forget things about you

- researches about things you talk about so he can have something else to have in common with you

- applies couple stereotypes to you both because he thinks its cute (like the friends to lovers trope or the chaotic dumbass duo thing)

- gets nervous and blushy when you compliment him

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚:

- uhhh he’s not really a “sweet” lover but here’s some anyway for the sake of it

- he’s VERY possessive so he’s almost always going to be near you or touching you

- gets defensive when you call him soft or sweet because he’s a tsundere lowkey

- steals gives you jewelry and other stuff as a way of marking you (uhm?? if you get a necklace with an s on it and wear it around proudly there’s absolutely no way he’s not going to fall even harder for you)

- gets EXTREMELY proud when you ask him for help either with something that’s hard to understand or with someone who’s bothering you

- lowkey acts like he doesn’t need your validation but always has something to prove when you ask him to do the smallest of tasks

- tells you stories about his triumphs and funny situations from like 500 years ago if you catch him in the right mood

- constantly bothers yuji to be around you because he’s clingy and can’t spend more than 3 hours without you without getting pissy (if he’s giving the group trouble their first instinct is to call you over and be like “y/n your man is acting up again”)

𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢:

- grazes his hands lovingly over places you’re insecure about because he’s not great with words

- buries you in snuggles after a long day because he needs it to ✨recharge✨

- passes you little notes under your dorm door when he’s feeling lonely

- has a blurry and kinda unflattering picture of you as his background on his phone and smiles a little when he sees it (he likes it because it’s a moment where he caught you at a natural state and it reminds him the most of being with you)

- steals little things from your room and puts it near him so it can remind him of you he’s lowkey starved for your presence akjdnfkdjfn

- calls you randomly to check in when he’s on missions because he’s anxious something happened and he didn’t know about it

- stutters when he compliments you

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢:

- blushes at the smallest compliments you give him because he isn’t used to that sort of thing

- makes you breakfast every morning before he goes to work

- in fact, he cooks almost every meal the two of you eat because he needs someone to help him improve on his skills

- always bakes two loaves of bread because ya’ll end up eating one before you can use it for the rest of the week

- takes you to super fancy dinners and buys you a new outfit every time (also asks your opinion on the places so he can find a better place next time

- if you’re on the chubby side his hands are always going to find a way to your stomach pudge when you’re cuddling (he likes the squish don’t @ him)

- not really pertaining to him in particular but his family always asks about you when they call, regardless of what the call was for

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨:

- pretends to flirt with you like he’s never met you before at bars because he finds it entertaining (if you reciprocate there’s a 99.9% chance you’re going to have a “one night stand” if you catch my drift)

- does typical “chivalrous” stuff like holding open doors for you, pulling out your chair when you sit, offering his coat when you’re cold, and buying you flowers every time he visits you (seriously EVERY time)

- lets you play with his hair and give him different hairstyles (don’t be surprised if he pulls up to a fight in space buns)

- gets aggravated when someone gets too friendly with you cause he’s ~possessive~

- always puts “my” in front of your nicknames like “my angel” or “my sweetheart” or “my girl/boy/darling”

- holds your hand while you’re shopping, walking, eating… or doing anything really he just likes physical contact

- stands at your door until you open it to talk to him after a fight (no seriously he’ll stand there for a week if he has to)

[-𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.-]

haha I wrote Todoroki x reader fanfiction

Summary: You call Todoroki to ask him out on a date and it completely catches him off guard! He doesn’t know what to think of your feelings but luckily his friends are there to give him some encouragement.

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Todoroki fished his phone out from his pocket when he felt it vibrating. He didn’t usually get calls this late unless it was from his father, so he was surprised to see it was you who was calling him. Was something wrong? You had never called him before.

Excusing himself from the table, he stepped a few feet away, ignoring the questions and stares from his friends. Surely you had to be calling for a reason. He hasn’t known you for very long, but you didn’t seem like the type of person to call for no reason.

He pressed the green answer button.

“Hello?”

“Ah Todoroki? It’s y/n. Are you busy right now? I have a question for you”. You sounded fine. Nothing sounded out of the ordinary, although you did sound a bit rushed. Whatever it was must have been important. He wondered if there was something urgent you needed him for, like a patrol call that went wrong.

During your work-study together, you always took things head-on. Any challenge Endeavor threw your way, you embraced, even if you didn’t succeed the first time. It was something he found admirable. So this strange change in behavior worried him.

“No, I’m not busy. Is something wrong?” He asked.

“Oh, no!” You paused for a moment, “well, I was just wondering if you wanted to come…do something with me on one of your days off. That is if you aren’t busy.”

Do something? You must mean for all of you at the Endeavor agency to “do something”. You, him, Bakugo, and Midoriya almost always stayed late after Endeavor had finished with work for the day. Usually, it resulted in a late-night convenience store run or stretching together, but you all had fun. You could be found laughing and talking together while on patrol or doing exercises. It was nice to have another friend.

“I'm not doing anything but I would have to ask Bakugo and Midoriya their schedules. I can give you their numbers if you want or I can ask them for you.” Shoto responded.

“No, that’s it’s okay. I really meant you and me. You know, like a date…let’s go on a date.” You said. There was no hesitation in your voice. It sent a shock to his system. He was under the impression that there would be some shyness, like what he had seen when watching movies with his classmates. Yet, there was no embarrassment at being left to explain your feelings so plainly because he couldn’t figure it out.

Shoto could feel his face heating, the one cheek more so than the other, but each side was warm nonetheless.

oh…Oh!….

By “do something” you had meant do something with him- just him!

“Ummm…I- umm….” Why couldn’t he say anything! All he had to do was give you an answer and yet it felt like he had both too many thoughts in his head and none at all. He took the phone and shifted it to his other ear, trying to buy himself just a few more moments. “I will have to make sure I have nothing else going on.” Shoto wasn’t sure what he was saying. It felt like his mouth was moving all on its own.

Why did he feel like this? Why did he feel so…he couldn’t even put a word to it. Being at such a loss for words, made him nervous.

He looked over his shoulder at his friends. For what reason, he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like any of them could help. None of them knew what was going on, but maybe it would jog some sort of coherent thought. Or maybe one of them would notice and come help him think of what to say so he wouldn’t have to stand here lost in thought.

Suddenly, Shoto snapped his head forward when he heard you sigh. Even over the phone, he could sense your bittersweet tone. Honestly, he couldn’t tell if you were upset or not.

“I can text you what time I’m free.” He blurted out. The thought of you being disappointed in his previous response stirred something in him. He didn’t even mean to say that.

You hummed in response. “Just let me know I suppose. I’m free all day tomorrow so you can just text or call me when you wake up.”

Shoto nodded, then told you he would make sure to let you know when he realized you couldn’t see him.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing. Have a Goodnight.”

“Yes. You as well” As he pressed the ‘end call’ button, he felt a rush of emotions hit him.

He had never thought someone could be interested in him, but now he has a date.

Originally, the whole point of coming to U.A, of interning with his own father, was just to become strong enough to be number one. There was no need for friends or love interests. But suddenly that all changed, with just one phone call! It was so overwhelming to the point where it felt like he had visible heat coming off his cheek.

As Shoto went back to his seat, he decided he would need to give the whole situation some serious thought. His internal monologue was interrupted though.

“So who called you? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.” Midoriya asked between bites of food, smiling the whole time.

“It was y/n.”

“Oh? It’s not like her to call. What did she want to talk to you about?” Midoriya finished with his food, putting the utensils across his bowl.

“Probably her shitty anime again. She’s been on about it for weeks” Bakugo scoffed, eyeing his teammates from across the table. “I don’t understand how you two listen to her yammer on about that crap! It’s not even that good” he whips his head around to Kirishima as the boy to his left scolds him for an ‘unmanly’ attitude.

“Lighten up dude, isn’t she your friend? Deku says you guys hang out after your work-study all the time. I’m kinda jealous. I wish I had a hottie at my work-study, all I get is useless Mineta…” Kaminari’s attitude suddenly sours at the thought of working with dumb stupid Mineta. “Seriously, he totally sucks. Anyways, back to the real conversation, we should be having, what’s a girl calling Todoroki for?” Kaminari points his finger at Shoto, grinning from ear to ear.

They all look towards him. He can feel his mind drawing a blank again. This feels so embarrassing but he can’t exactly explain why. Maybe he’s imagining it. Or maybe it’s because he isn’t really sure why you called. It was to ask him on a date, but he doesn’t understand why you would want to go on a date in the first place.

“She asked me on a date.” Shoto tries to respond with an even tone. He doesn’t want to let on just how unsure he really is. Not yet at least.

There’s a heavy silence between the five of them for a few moments.

There’s too many “a date?” “Who wants to go on a shitty date with you” “Dude how?” “What? You mean- how” for him to process how to respond. So he settles for, “She just asked to do something. Why is that so shocking?”

It’s Kaminari that takes the lead in interrogating him. “She just called and asked you?”

Todoroki nodded.

“Just straight up Said “hey Todoroki let’s go on a date.’ On a Friday night. No confession after patrol. No weird love note. Nothing.”

“Yes. That’s basically what happened”

Kaminari sat there for a few moments, staring dumbfounded. “…that’s so hot.”

“Dude! Don’t say stuff like that! It’s weird when we don’t even know her.” Kirishima shoved Kamimari’s shoulder as he spoke. However, they could all see the flush on his cheeks.

A woman who was so willing to put her heart on the line, willing to be blunt yet vulnerable, it was so manly but in a feminine way. It nearly drove Kirishima to tears.

“Oh so I can’t call her hot but Kirishima can say all this weird Shakespeare stuff-“

“Would you two shut up?! You both sound stupid!” Bakugo barked at them. He huffed and pushed his plate away from himself. “It’s not like she confessed her undying love or something. She just asked him out on a date. Y/ns has always been pretty blunt. “

“Kacchan’s right” Midoriya spoke up [shoto can hear a faint ‘don’t fucking call me that’ somewhere in the background]. “She really is blunt. Not in a mean way though!” He was quick to qualify his statement, not wanting to sound offensive or mischaracterize her. “I mean- it’s a nice change of pace sometimes. She’s pretty open when you ask her about how she thinks or feels, so I’m not really surprised. Did you not know how she felt Todoroki?” Midoriya moved in his chair as he spoke, almost fully facing him now. He was just so excited for his friend.

“It’s kinda fitting isn’t it?”

“What do you mean, Midoriya?” Shoto asked curiosity peaked by the dreamy look on his face.

“Well, the both of you are similar in some aspects. It’s funny, isn’t it? You’ve already got similar quirks, so it makes sense you would work well together. But then you’ve got similar personality traits also. You’re both straightforward- Todoroki more than y/n- hardworking, kind, although y/n tends to be more extroverted than you maybe that would only enhance your personalities more-“

“God damn Deku, you wanna be more creepy or what?” Bakugo sneers. “You’re gross when you do that kind of shit.”

Shoto smiled to himself, laughing a little as Midoriya’s face went bright, from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. Bakugo had a way of calling him out. Even if it wasn’t always nice, it was funny to watch sometimes.

“I’m just saying! We should all be happy for our friend! Y/n is a nice girl and they could be a really good couple” Midoriya looked to all of them, silently pleading that they would be supportive and not weird. A few of them slowly nod in agreement.

“Yeah” Kaminari leans in towards the middle of their group, reaching over Kirishima so everyone could hear him despite his hushed tone, “plus she’s hot. I saw that photo spread she did with Miruko over summer break. Damn what a bo-“

He freezes mid-thought as the four of them send him dirty looks.

“You never stop do you?”

“You’re being as bad as Mineta right now”

“Come on Kaminari have some tact”

Shoto sighs. He appreciated his friends trying to help but he still felt strange about the whole situation.

“What should I tell her? I said I would let her know if I was busy.” He interrupts their commotion, asking for their advice on what to do.

“So you didn’t say yes?” Kirishima raises an eyebrow at him. “Do you want to go?”

The question catches Shoto off guard. How was he supposed to know if he wanted to go on a date or not?

“I’m not sure.”

“Well do you like her?” Bakugo interjects.

“Yes.”

“Do you like her enough to go do stupid shit with her? Like see a movie or, I don’t know what’s something gross girls like…go to dinner?”

[“Bakugo, everyone goes to dinner” “fuck off it’s different when girls want you to go. You have to like…try”]

Shoto looks down at his hands in his laps. He does like you. You’re very kind to him. You’re very supportive of his training and always encourage him to be better. But you don’t just praise him because he’s the son of Endeavor or a top student from U.A., there’s a genuine connection that comes from your time working together. And you both have some things you can talk about, like hobbies and interests. Unlike Bakugo, he doesn’t mind listening to you talk about shows or books you like. It’s fun to watch you be passionate. So…maybe going to a movie wouldn’t be so bad.

“Yes. I think so. I suppose…I’ll give her a callback tomorrow then.”

Deku, who is now the number one hero and the symbol of peace, who meets the reader, an ex-villain during his at time at U.A,now she's a simple bartender but she remembers him.

"Oh you're Izuku Midoriya"

"Do I know you..?oh you are-"

Kinda awkward because at first you were to each other's neck, now you're serving him and his friends drinks, but that doesn't stop him to ask you out...

recognition flashes across the face of izuku.

"it's you..." he says, staring at you with wide eyes.

"it's me!" you reply with a smile while mixing a drink.

it's been a while since you've seen izuku midoriya. it was high school, and you found yourself caught up in some morally ambiguous organizations. you didn't plan to become a villian, but there you were, being chased down by the up and coming hero, deku.

since then, you've been through some rigorous villain-rehabilitation programs and are finally on the right track, scoring a steady job bartending and this local bar. past you would have never foreseen this.

but what you couldn't foresee was how goddamn good-looking that dorky hero that was chasing you down all those years ago would turn out to be. yet there he was in front of you, freckled skin and gorgeous green eyes that you could lose yourself in if you weren't careful.

"i-it's nice to see you," he says, nervously fidgeting.

it's cute to see that his boyish shyness never left.

"good to see you too... number one hero," you say teasingly, loving the way his skin turns bright red.

he nervously laughs and rubs the back of his neck, unknowingly showing off his drool-worthy arm muscles.

"yeah, i guess things have changed a bit since i last saw you," he says.

"well, last time you saw me, you were tackling me to the ground and handing me over to the police," you say pointedly.

izuku freezes in embarrassment. you start to feel bad for giving him a hard time, and begin to backtrack.

"it was for the best," you say. "after that, i got some help. and now i have this job and things are looking good."

you can see him let out a shaky breath before gently smiling at you. "that's good to hear."

"yep. it seems that every time our paths cross, you're here to change the direction of my life." you raise an eyebrow. "so... deku... what's it going to be this time?"

it’s fluff friday!

Connie x Reader Sunkissed (Modern AU)

summary: you get a text from your boyfriend late at night, asking if you want to go on a drive with him. of course, you'd say yes, no matter how late it was.

(a/n: connie calling you by Spanish nicknames is all that has been on my mind lately so its gonna be used a lot in this fic lmaoo also this is so so so self-indulgent skgjdfh)

Get ready

What why??

We're going for a drive hermosa. I'm gonna be at yours in less than 10 minutes

With a soft smile, you shook your head at your phone before doing as he said - getting out of bed to put a jacket on and grabbing your phone as you waited for a text or call from Connie, letting you know that he was outside.

There was a little vibration from your phone and knowing that it was him, you quietly crept out of your house, watching how Connie had come out of the car to open the door for you with a cheerful smile. He was dressed in one of his oversized hoodies and some jeans, a thin chain around his wrist that you noticed as he held onto the handle of the car door.

When you approached him, he pecked your lips, murmuring a greeting against your lips. Then, you seated yourself in the passenger side, turning the heating on low a setting since it wasn't too cold as it was the middle of the night, mid-summer.

Connie sat in the driver's seat, eyes drifting over your figure before smiling once again. He turned his head to face the front, starting the car and going down the road at a steady speed, slowly picking up the pace.

"What are you smiling about?"

"You look cute."

"But I'm just wearing pyjamas," you pointed out, feeling warmth encroach your cheeks.

"I know, and you still are cute and pretty... Especially when you blush like that."

"... Shut up," it was a mutter as you cast your eyes away from him, hating the way he could so easily make your heart do a little leap. His words and the way he smiles while he speaks; the gentle glimmer in his golden eyes when he looks at you and the way they soften as soon as they land on you. Then, the breathy laugh he lets out when he witnesses your reaction, feeling smug for being able to fluster you so easily.

"Hey, you weren't about to sleep, right?"

"Nah, I wasn't, don't worry. I was up because I couldn't sleep. Why were you awake, though? It's literally three in the morning."

"Couldn't sleep either. I was thinking to call you, but I didn't want to wake you up, so I decided to text... Sometimes, I feel like we're connected in a way."

"Shut up."

Connie snapped his head in your direction, an almost offended expression draped over his face. "Why are you telling me to shut up?"

"Because you're being cute."

He snorted, finding your hand that rested on your lap and entangled his digits with yours before bringing your connected hands to the gear stick. "If you're telling me to shut up for being cute, then how come you don't always tell me to shut up?"

"You idiot," you laughed, glancing at your hands before directing your gaze to the side to see your boyfriend's visage bathing in the moonlight. "Then, I wouldn't have anyone to annoy me."

"Wow, so I annoy you? I am never annoying." It was evident that his tone was sarcastic.

"Mhm, and you never say dumb shit either, huh?"

"Hey! I didn't pick you up for you to bully me."

"You know I'm joking, baby. I love when you annoy me and tell me everything you have to say," you beamed tenderly at him, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he faced the road again.

"And I love when you bully me because I know it means you love me."

"How do you know it means that I love you?" you teased, and he slightly frowned.

"Hush. Let us have a cute moment."

With a soft apology, the smile that stained your lips grew in size and you felt Connie's thumb brush against your hand before he changed gear, keeping his hand on top of yours.

"... Where are we going, by the way?"

"To get some food. Then, find a nice view to watch the sunrise."

"Very romantic. Who gave you the idea?"

"(Y/N)," he spoke with a hint of a whiney tone laced in his voice and a pout started to form on his lips, "don't act like I'm not romantic."

"I'm just kidding, you big baby, no need to call me by my name."

"What, does that make you upset, (Y/N)?"

"It does. Stop."

Laughing softly, Connie brushes his thumb against your hand again and you could feel the tenderness in his actions. "Don't worry, mi corazón, you know I don't like calling you by your name."

"Is it because you think my name is ugly?" you asked in a feigned serious tone that the male knew was a joke, causing him to let out a puff of air from his nose.

"No, it's beautiful, I love it. But I know how much you love my nicknames for you."

"I do love them, they make me feel special."

"Because you are... I love you so much, y'know. I want to marry you one day," he told you in a gentle voice, and you could feel the warmth of his hand on yours grow a little warmer. After his last sentence was spoken, you choked on your own spit and gaped in his direction, waiting for him to expand on his declaration. He only laughed again when he saw your expression. "Why're you so shocked? Some people already think that you're my spouse.

"Huh? Like who?"

"My colleagues at work. I tell them about my 'spouse' sometimes."

When met with silence, the twenty-year-old turned towards you once he pulled up in a McDonald's drive-through and he almost panicked when he saw you trying to fight the tears that threatened to flee from your eyes.

"Oh, mi amor, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry," he cooed, leaning over to gingerly hold your face in both of his hands, brushing away a couple of stray tears with his thumbs.

"No, no, it's okay. I'm fine," you whispered with a small sniffle, attempting to smile which was difficult with a quivering lip.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry. Your words just caught me off guard." You were finally able to form a smile, your eyes glinting with so much passion and adoration for the male in front of you as he mirrored your gaze. It was so obvious to see the amount of love he harboured for you just by a simple glance.

"You okay?"

"Mhm," you hummed in confirmation, leaning closer to him to give him a peck on the lips.

"... Uhh, hello?" a muffled and slightly static voice spoke up, causing both of you to look outside Connie's window. When you both realised that you had forgotten about how you were in a McDonald's drive-through, laughter erupted in the car before you attempted to contain it.

Your boyfriend cleared his throat before speaking, a hint of a smile still remaining on his lips, "Hi, sorry about that."

"It's alright. Can I take your order?"

Once Connie told the worker both of your orders, he proceeded to drive forward to pay before waiting for your order. There was a comfortable silence in the car as you waited - your mind lingered on Connie's previous confession, while his mind raced through so many different things. Most of the things included you.

It was a short while prior to you guys getting your food and Connie thanked the worker as he took the food, passing you your order. He left the McDonald's drive-through and proceeded to whatever location he had in mind for you to watch the sunrise.

"Why don't you park somewhere so you can eat?" you asked him, fishing his food out of the bag and opening the packaging.

"Because I have my lovely (Y/N) that will feed me and is already doing just that before I said it," he answered with a soft grin, causing you to snort and playfully roll your eyes as you brought two chips to his mouth. "Thanks, babe."

Humming a 'you're welcome', you took a sip of your drink before offering it to your boyfriend. It was approximately thirty minutes of driving before you arrived at Connie's apartment.

"C'mon, let's go up to the roof."

You responded with a nod, unbuckling your belt and grabbing your drink that was yet to be finished as you got out of the car and gently closed the door. The click of the car locking sounded and you soon felt warm digits intertwine with yours.

Taking the elevator to the top floor, you two then took some stairs to get to the roof and when Connie opened the metal door, the cool breeze of dawn grazed your skin. It was still a little dark outside, but it was unmistakable that there would be glimpses of light fingering through the few clouds soon.

"Hey," your boyfriend softly spoke to get your attention as you gazed at the scene before you - everything was so peaceful and mysteriously beautiful at night. When you twisted in his direction, you smiled at him and silently questioned him with your expression. "Come sit with me."

You strode towards him, noticing how he laid his jacket on the ground for you to sit on. He sat with his legs outstretched, leaning back on one arm while he patted the space beside him with the other. Once seated, he snaked an arm around you and drew you closer to him, enabling you to lean your head on his shoulder. As his hand lightly clutched your waist, you brought a hand to his and fiddled with his fingers.

"Con?" you said in a hushed voice, almost like you were afraid to break the serenity that you both settled in. He only hummed in response to let you know that he was listening. "You know earlier... when you said you want to marry me. Were you being serious?"

"Of course, mi corazon. Do I ever lie to you?"

"No, but--"

"No 'but's. I want to marry you and that's the truth that no one can change my mind about... I've loved you for what feels like forever and I know for certain that marrying you wouldn't be a mistake."

"Okay, okay, I believe you. Don't make me cry again."

With a gentle chuckle, Connie kissed the top of your head and let his cheek rest upon your head. It was quiet again as you both let your gazes descend onto the hues of fuchsia and burnt tangerine that began to disperse and mingle with the deep cerulean sky.

"... I can never get tired of sunrises and sunsets," you whispered, lifting your head off of Connie's shoulder and glancing at him to see the tint of the sunrise illuminating his face. It made him appear surreal. And you couldn't decipher whether it was the sunrise that made his cheeks slightly pink or if he truly was blushing when he realised you were staring. With a teasing grin, you kissed his rosy cheek. "You're so pretty, Connie."

He almost stumbled over his words as he let out an awkward cough, which was rare for him to do. "You're even more beautiful."

Widening your grin, you inclined your head so that your lips could meet his in a tender kiss. You felt him pull you even closer to him if that was possible as he gingerly caressed your hips. Your fingers travelled to the back of his head and gripped his little buzz cut, slightly tugging on a few hairs which caused him to hum into your mouth. His teeth grazed your lower lip as he parted from you and relaxed his forehead against yours, giving your nose a light peck.

When you unlidded your eyes, you noticed how Connie's were shut and you smiled, simply gazing at his sunkissed face. Then, he opened his eyes, the sun focusing on the gold treasure that blossomed in his irises.

"You really are so pretty."

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Now I’m curious, what kind of blackmail would prof Zhongli have on us? If so would we tell a close friend around it, not in the sense that they could do something but just being a source of comfort during the situation?

hi nonnie!! this is something I've talked about a bunch before throughout different posts (though you can most notibly see it in my series the color blue (specifically this chapter) which you should totally read if you haven't already hehe (^:<, as well as in this drabble), but because I've never given a clear, one hundred percent answer elaborately on here, I'll take the chance to do it now! also I've decided to change the way scholarships work in this universe for my own benefit simply because it works for me.

professor zhongli's blackmail isn't the traditional sort of blackmail you'd think it'd be. even more notably so, reader doesn't even realize they're being blackmailed at first due to just how subtle he is about it. dear, poor reader, is a scholarship student attending one of the most notoriously elite colleges the nation has to offer, one that, without afformentioned scholarship, they wouldn't be able to attend. additionally, part of the scholarship also allows and helps reader pay for reader to live off campus with their bestfriend in a tiny apartment. that scholarship is truly what reader is practically living on at this point. and, subsequently, professor zhongli, as someone who can easily be a driving force behind getting (forcing) reader off of that scholarship, holds their life and future in his hands.

zhongli is well known in your school, and is one of the reasons so many students each year apply. professors like zhongli, who've accomplished a lot and have decided to teach at the school, have so, so much power over you in the grand scheme of things. failing his class could easily jeopardize your scholarship in the school. and that's where zhongli's manipulation truly comes to play.

there's two major things that he does. the first one is that he lowers your grades and purposefully (and unjustifiably) fails you consistently just so that you're forced to either spend special alone time with him, or with his teachers assistant, xiao, who essentially acts as a mini-spy for him. the second thing is either convince other professors to treat you as ruthlessly, or to simply put you under so much pressure that you genuinely have to wonder whether or not continuing your education is worth the amount of stress you're put under, especially when, no matter how hard you try, you simply cannot meet zhongli's harsh standards.

this is where he fully lays the blackmail and manipulation in thick. he asks you if the stress you're putting yourself under is truly worth it, and makes you wonder, wouldn't it be just so sweet if you, instead of constantly teetering on the edge of failing and losing your scholarship, could just stay at home all day and be properly taken care of, if you could just never have to worry about a single thing again?

he essentially gives you a choice: continue to struggle not to fail and lose everything you've worked so hard for, or live a quiet, sweet, peaceful life with him where you wouldn't have to worry about a single thing anymore. it's up to you.

Rory, I have 4 words for you: mother in law Kutchel 😮‍💨😮‍💨

oh my God, mother in law kuchel is giving me butterflies aaaaghh

even before you and levi got married, kuchel has always been the kindest to you. the day when levi first introduced you to his mom was something you will never forget because kuchel took it upon herself to act as your second mother; fussing over you, putting more food on your plate, and asking you if you feel alright after the long travel to levi's hometown. after a hearty dinner, kuchel was telling you stories of little levi running around their house screaming he's the almighty hero or little levi being the absolute angel almost every day of his life (the pictures in the album proved it). that left levi in a red-faced mess beside you, with you always shushing him if he tried to butt in the conversation or wanted to change the subject. you had to kiss away the pout forming in his face and kuchel would gush over how perfect you two look with each other. internally, levi was glad that his mom liked you, his gaze softening as he watched you ramble stories about levi in university to his mother.

kuchel was the first one to know that you said yes to levi's proposal and she was the one who planned the wedding a few seconds after levi said goodbye to her in the video call. you two have a day all reserved to yourselves, where you go out to eat lunch and shop (she calls it girls' day and levi would occasionally remark how original that name is, dry tone and all). if you and levi have kids, kuchel will volunteer to watch over them if it means giving you and levi a break, just the two of you.

there are times when she comes over to your home with brunch and levi just awkwardly stands in the doorway of the kitchen, cup of tea in hand and appearance haggard after a sleepless night of watching over your toddlers. he gapes at the way she coddles you while you two set the table for brunch. it's like kuchel is treating you more as her child than her own, who was just waved off after attempting to get a small piece of garlic bread on the table. you laugh at your scowling husband, giving him the piece of garlic bread he was eyeing to ease his grumbling. his scowl deepens because his mother didn't scold you for taking away one of the food. with a shrug, he lets you feed him, the aw coming from his mother making the heat travel from his neck to his ears. at least he got his garlic bread.

mother in law kuchel has always viewed you as her daughter, way before you officially became one by marrying her son, and it warms her to know that you're the one levi settled down with.

What happens when someone destroys the goodluck charm you gave him ii

Characters: Ayato, Thoma, Albedo

Genre: fluff

More: i iii

a/n: i did it again with other characters :> mihoyo pls release ayato soon, I am surviving on CRUMBS PLS i will risk it all for him idc, also pls give me thoma pls hehe anyways enjoy!

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Ayato

I. Will. Bring. You. Home

Anyways, Ayato has a more....... manipulative way of getting revenge

Meaning he will only smile at first... having a calm composure

So like lets say he’s pursuing bandits for whatever responsibility he has you know

And then the bandit takes the good luck charm while he was getting away

Poor bandit, didn’t know what he truly got into

Of course the matter was dealt peacefully

However

There is this particular detail that Ayato is also in charge of the Shuumatsuban

He will know everything about this person and makes their life worse than hell

They must be prepared to be on Ayato’s #1 hate list

When he shows you the state of your gifts and tells you what happened, you gladly offer to repair it and ask what happen to the one who broke it

Ayato only kisses your hand and says it has been dealt with :)

Thoma

He’s so nice when dealing with them help

So like, if someone breaks it just to get under his skin, he will lecture them in a nice insulting way

And then proceeds to ruin their buisness alfjdkajfksskkdkg

Don’t mess with him he has connections

And plus, Thoma is a nice guy, if he says someones buisness is bad, it must be true right?

Thoma fixes the good luck charm by himself, but he is so honest he tells you about it not long after he repairs it

The culprit will not be scolded by Thoma alone, but also by YOU

No one crosses Thoma without crossing you

Albedo

Okokokokok

When you give it to him at first, he has the small smile

You know the one in the event when everyone is around the fire and he smiles algslgkskfkskgkkg

Hehe ok moving on

So pretty sure the good luck charm broke because of an experiment

It went rather poorly and when albedo saw that the gift broke, he was so sad

He was so happy when you gave it to him

And he was the cause for it’s destruction :((

You hapened to see the state of your gift was in and how upset Albedo was with himself

Of course he was not to blame

The good luck charm can always be replaced!

Cupping his cheeks with your hands, you made sure to kiss his cheeks, his forehead and then his nose before giving a sweet peck on his lips

Comforting him that accidents happen and he should not worry about it too much