Request: Au Where The Reader Loses An Eye And Has To Wear An Eyepatch Like Kaeya, Fischl And Beidou.

Main Bnha Three with a Scarlet Witch S/O please?

Sure thing sweets I hope you enjoy it.

Title : Mha boys with a Scarlet Witch S/O

Characters : Katsuki/ Shouto/ Izuku

Genre : mostly fluffy/ a little angsty/ headcanons

Y/n's Quirk : Warping, teleportation, telekinesis, flight

Weakness : using your powers for extended periods of time without rest affects your mental status.

Note : Please keep in mind that Scarlet Witch is from a different universe which means that in order for y/n to possess similar powers, some changes need to be done to keep things as natural as possible. This is why I picked some of the original Witch's powers which can go together harmoniously without seeming like you have more than one quirk, and at the same time to reserve the originality of your character.

Masterlist

Bakugo :

Possessing a quirk like yours made it hard for you to make friends growing up, the kids were intimidated and sometimes even scared of you. And you've made your peace with being alone most of the time, until you met Katsuki.

He approached you first -but not in a flirty manner- he was just admiring your quirk since he found it unique, and you were happy to have found someone to talk to.

He found you interesting and liked watching you using your quirk, and soon enough you two became joined at the hip.

It wasn't long before you two realized that your feelings were much greater than those of a friendship.

After you two became a couple, Katsuki was just the proudest guy to have someone as strong and as cool as you are in his life and by his side.

He would comfortably and happily admit that you are the only person who can easily kick his ass.

Your quirk allows you to understand and sense how people feel, and you use that whenever Katsuki has a hard time expressing himself to you or to others.

You have to be partnered up with him during missions because he feels like you two are capable of winning any fight if you're together.

Sometimes you get weak and emotionally drained after using your quirk for a long duration, and whenever something like that occurs, Katsuki is there for you.

He would leave the fight in the capable hands of his comrades and rushes to your side. The first thing he does is taking you away from the scene and to a more peaceful one.

He would allow you to cry or scream or even hit him, depending on how you're feeling at the moment. And once you've calmed down you'd apologize immediately and profusely, and his response is always the same, he smiles and kisses your tears away, reminding you that he will forever be by your side.

Shouto :

You two worked at the same agency for a while before you could even have the guts to approach one another. And even when that happened, it was because you were paired up in a mission.

Both of you are introverts, which is why it was a little awkward between you two at the beginning. You tried your hardest to come out of your shells and it was fun to watch you two struggle with regular small talks as opposed to your savagery during a fight.

You two are extremely powerful in your own unique way: his quirk is eye-catching and flashy, whereas yours is much more understated and subtle, which is why you two work perfectly together.

What started as comradery soon turned into something else, and your quirks were no longer the only thing you liked about each other.

Working side by side as a couple hasn't got so many differences from doing so as mere colleagues. That being said, there was one thing that actually changed in Shouto's behavior. He became a lot more concerned about your safety.

Having worked together for a while, he is familiar with how the unrestrained use of your quirk can affect your psyche, which is why he forces you to retreat as soon as he notices a change in your behavior.

Even so, there are times when he's a little too late to take notice of your state, in which case you find yourself swept up your feet and carried away to a safer place.

And it goes both ways, you use your quirk to ease his mind whenever things get rough especially with his family.

You understand when he needs your help because he walks up to you, takes your hands in his and places your palms on his cheeks, all the while looking deeply into your eyes. And it's like looking at a cute little puppy.

And you are greatly thankful that your quirk is able to ease your beloved's troubled mind, the way he's able to ease yours.

Izuku :

He was fascinated by you the moment you two were assigned to the same mission.

He approached you afterwards, bombarding you with questions about your quirk and about the way you use it.

He told you that the type of quirk you two have is somewhat the same, as he possesses One For All which is a stockpile of numerous quirks, and you possess multiple powers yourself.

Seeing him speaking enthusiastically made your heart flutter. He was probably the first person to not only speak to you casually, but also admire your powers.

You learned that -he too- was kind of a loner growing up. And when people avoided you because they were scared of your quirk, they avoided him because he was quirkless before receiving One For All.

Growing up, everyone around you constantly insisted that the powers you have are perfect for a villain. And at some point you believed it yourself, but Izuku helped you restore your confidence after years of self doubt caused by your quirk.

You became his shadow ever since then, and he found it cute how you kept following him around everywhere he goes.

You were the first to declare your love to him, but it took you a while to actually gather up your courage and stutter your confession. Thankfully, he too had the same feelings for you and was ecstatic hearing you shyly talk about your love for him. That day was the day you shared your first kiss, and that is something you will never forget.

You are always there for one another, during missions and whatnot. Both of your quirks can leave you overburden and mentally exhausted, and it's up to the other person to stabilize the one in need.

You are each other's number one fan, and each other's favorite person, so you make sure to remind the other of that.

tags: hybrid au (half animal half human), fem!reader, reader is a child therapist, norwegian forest cat!aizawa, not a/b/o, dubcon, male masturbation, implied past abandonment, transformations (shifting between cat and human), heats, hurt/comfort, biting, scratching, blood, angst and fluff, bed sharing, penetrative sex, oral sex (f!receiving), strangers to friends to lovers, therapy cats, animal instincts, more tags to be added

synopsis: you’d toyed with the idea of adopting a hybrid for a long while, always blaming your hesitance on a lack of finances, time and space. but when your best friend asks for your input in finalising her own adoption, you meet an older cat by the name of Shouta that you simply refuse to leave without.

chapters: one (coming soon) two three

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ASHES FROM PURGATORY — TWO

A/N: The reader is getting closer and closer to her encounter with Midoriya, I confess that I am anxious to write about... So from this chapter onwards, I will alternate the diary version with the narration version.

Warnings ⚠️: mentions of blood and death.

Pairing: Villain!Deku × afab!reader.

More information about the story: here.

⠀⠀27 April 2031,

Ever since the quirk registration system was put in place my life has gone to shit. Not that it was ever good these last ten years, but from time to time I need to walk in the shadows with a mask on my face so I don't get caught, it would be bad if someone managed to drag me to the nearest health clinic.

As the name implies, the government makes a documentation of your quirk, those whose individualities are not useful are dismissed, but if you are unlucky enough to be useful or have a rare quirk, you will be taken to the trial where it will be decided whether you become a member of the Paranormal Liberation Front or become one of the many quirkless. Fortunately I was able to escape that.

My mom, if she were alive of course, would be taken away for sure. She had a rare kind of space-time quirk that allowed her to open portals, to teleport people or objects to two non-adjacent locations. My father didn't have such a flashy quirk, but it was useful in his work at the hospital, it was an quirk of not feeling tired or not needing sleep, something like that, I can't remember now because I haven't thought about them for a long time. And I had my little sister, who had not manifested a quirk at that time.

My whole family died on D-Day like thousands of other innocent people, unfortunately I was not as lucky. I was coming back from the beach when the bombing started and my father sent me a message telling me to run and hide. At the time I didn't understand what that meant, but when the buildings started to fall and half the city was engulfed in fire, I ran away as fast as I could.

I found out what happened in the morning before my mobile phone battery ran out. Bakugou - the student tipped to be hero number one - had been murdered by Izuku Midoriya, the self proclaimed successor of All For One and the Symbol of Fear, thousands died during the battle, the images of the genocide were broadcast for the whole world to watch and since that day the concept of happiness has been erased from that reality.

Would all this have happened if I had not been negligent at that time? This doubt wears away what little sanity I have left, so I cannot fantasise what my life would have been like in a colourful future, not without this sweet dream ending in a sea of blood.

Dreaming adds to the weight on my conscience, but I can't help imagining how nice it would be to open the door of my house and smell the smell of home-baked breads prepared by my mother. Although anything would be better than the smell of ashes and blood stuck to the soil of this country.

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂ꨄ

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑢𝑐, 𝐾𝑎𝑒𝑦𝑎, 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎, 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑒, 𝑍ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖, 𝑋𝑖𝑎𝑜, 𝐾𝑎𝑧𝑢ℎ𝑎, 𝐴𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑜, 𝑉𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖

ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣: 𝑔𝑛/𝑓/𝑚

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓☁︎︎

♥︎𝗗𝗶𝗹𝘂𝗰

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦/𝑛? 𝑀ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡? 𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 , 𝑎𝑚 𝑖 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑜? 𝐴-𝐴ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟... 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 ... 𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑦/𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

♡︎𝗞𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗮

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑦/𝑛~ 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔... 𝐴𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠? 𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖, 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟. 𝐻𝑎ℎ𝑎ℎ𝑎ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤?

(𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩~)

♥︎𝗧𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗮

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑢ℎ? 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒? 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒!𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝐼-𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝐴𝑦𝑎𝑘𝑎 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘? 𝑀𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒.

♡︎𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗲

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑎ℎℎ 𝑦/𝑛 ... 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒... 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑖 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡? 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑖𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒! 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦/𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦?

♥︎𝗭𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓? 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟... 𝐴-𝐴ℎ 𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡. 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡.

♡︎𝗫𝗶𝗮𝗼

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒? 𝑂ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝐺𝑜 𝑜𝑛 𝑖’𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦/𝑛 ? 𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝐴 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝑈𝑇𝐸 𝐴𝐺𝑂?! 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑡, 𝑚ℎ𝑝ℎ . 𝑀ℎℎ 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡, 𝑖’𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 ... 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦? 𝑁-𝑁𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤.

♥︎𝗞𝗮𝘇𝘂𝗵𝗮

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟? 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒? 𝑂ℎ 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦/𝑛 , 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒, 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑖 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚ℎ𝑚ℎ. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒 , 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 . 

♡︎𝗔𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗼

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣: 𝑖 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦/𝑛 𝑚ℎℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐾𝑙𝑒𝑒? 𝐻𝑎ℎ𝑎 𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑖 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐾𝑙𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐾𝑙𝑒𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡, 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚?

♥︎𝗩𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝐻𝑎ℎ𝑎ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑦/𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑎𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒! 𝐷𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒? 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑖 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝. 𝐻𝑒ℎ𝑒ℎ𝑒 𝑖’𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑚 𝑖?

listen….kissing kaeya to sleep…….cradling him softly and all…………….

(warning --> alcohol usage mention) 

Your house is so quiet now when several minutes before it was chaos, stumbling chaos. Kaeya, and his decorated self, practically tripped through the door and into your living room. It wasn’t graceful, it was more pitiful and startling than anything else but he assured in hysterical laughter that it was fine. 

“Kae-Kaeya --?” You moved to catch him before he accidently hurt himself, your hands pressing against his chest while his rested on your sturdy shoulders. “Are you ...?” 

He laughed so hard when the door burst into life but the smile that he wore seemed to be slowly fading with every passing second. “I got what I *hick* needed.” His head came to rest in the crook of your neck, the weight of his body nearly sending you to the floor. 

“Y-yeah? You also may have done a bit much too, don’t you think?” 

“H-had too, darlin’. They almnst leffp.” His body continued to sway, his words mumbled. How was it possible for him to gather the intel he needed when he could barely talk to begin with. You hoped he’d be able to remember what was so important tomorrow morning. 

“Well we couldn’t have that happen now could we.” You chuckled at the disoriented shake of his head. 

“Mmm.” 

Rubbing your hand over his back, you shifted to angle yourself toward the hall half wondering if you’d make it. “Let’s get you to bed, okay?” Suddenly, his wobbly self became controlled as he wrapped his arm around your neck so tightly it made you groan. “H-hey.” It wasn’t like Kaeya to act this way after a night out and while you hadn’t seen him every evening, you knew him well enough to identify this was out of the norm. Confused but accepting, you returned his hug which, after a tight squeeze and slight hand adjustment toward you, he seemed satisfied with. 

Just as quickly as his demeanor changed, it switched right back. “You wanned -- to takme to bed?” He mumbled, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Yes yes, let’s go.” Carefully, slowly, you ushered him down the hall. When he reached the bedroom his feet shuffled him onward toward while you did your best to help him out of some of his clothes. First came his white cape, then his jacket and gloves and finally, as he face planted into the mattress, his shoes. “I can’t believe Diluc really let you drink this much.” You stated, arm flinging the heavy leather boots toward the dresser. 

“Wsnt thr -” 

“That explains it. Turn over, you’ll suffocate.” Uncoordinated hands slammed into the bed, it took him a few tries but he was eventually successful. His eyes were already closed and his breathing was quick, most likely from his pounding heart and the rushing energy flowing through him. “I’ll get you water.” You leaned forward, lips pressing against his brow before slipping out of the room. 

“Dnt leave --” Kaeya’s hand reached for you but his reaction was far to slow. His twirling, tumbling mind did it’s best to replay the events of the evening but they came back in flashes too fuzzy to put in order. His arm draped over his face and he willed himself to remember. Why were you coming up so frequently in his mind, you weren’t at the tavern. It was all so confusing. 

“Here.” Your voice seemed to pull him from whatever he was doing with his arm rolling around his face. Laughing, you placed the cup on the bedside table before turning to leave. Just as you were about to get yourself ready for bed, Kaeya’s hand reached out to grab you. 

“... where you going? ...” His furrowed brow and turned down lips caught you off guard but his strength never did. 

“I’m just going -” 

“stay...” He pulled at you until you were standing right next to him. You were about to explain to him you weren’t really leaving but the way he looked at you made you pause. 

“I’ll stay.” You whispered, lips connecting with his cheek, heart fluttering at the feeling of his sigh against your skin. 

With ease, you crawled into the space beside him, but not after you got him to take several drinks of the water, even if he did fuss about it. You weren’t even settled when he turned to face you and placed his head against your chest, his arms coiling around your body, legs nearly doing the same. 

“Are you comfortable?” You chuckled, shifting under him and doing your best to get the pillows to support your strange position. He nodded and while you were happy to be this close to him you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. His normal talkative, playful, flirty self was muted and in it’s place was something far lonelier. 

“mmm sff ...” 

“What?” You asked, tilting your head to better hear him. 

“I’ll kepmf safe...” He huffed against your chest, arms getting tighter, fingers curling into the back of your shirt. “I’ll keep you safe.” He repeated, a bit clearer.

“I know you will. Try to get some sleep.” You adjusted, leg pushing out from under him so you could bend it. 

Slowly, you ran your hands up and down his back taking care of his long hair and pulling it over his shoulder. When the back of his neck was exposed you ran your fingers over it, along the edge of his hairline, slightly down his back as far as the loose shirt would let you go. 

Kaeya’s breathing slowed with every gentle kiss you pressed to the top of his head, with ever touch of your lips to his brow. He was slipping into the sleep he desperately needed while you cared for him and held him close. 

I’ll keep you safe, he kept repeating in his head as his dreams began to craft the pieces of his memory he couldn’t put together.

I’ll keep you safe, he thought as the images of the frightened treasure hoarders running through the alleyways of Mondstadt played in reverse.

I’ll keep you safe, was the last thing that drifted through as he recalled the conversation that caught his attention and had no reason uttering your name but suddenly demanded his full attention.

Having a S/O that is a Marching Band student (ft. Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, and Kaeya)

summary: genshin impact characters reacting to having a s/o that is a marching band student

gn reader!

warning(s): mentions of injuries

(A/N: hey y'all, I'm here with another headcannon but first let me explain a little that are in marching band. First there are sections, these includes..

Brass: trumpets, tubas and others

Percussion: drums, keyboards and similar to those

ColorGuard: They usually the ones who dances with flags, rifles, and sabers

and one more thing, there's a thing called display. These are usually used for competition and usually people will train in the fields and create formations... so yeah...let's get into the hc)

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Diluc:

The man is curious what is a marching band

He heard about it before but dont know what exactly it is

When you first date him, he's quite fascinated that you have no problem standing in the middle of the hot day (the man's face is already red and sweaty)

Diluc is also fascinated by how fast and long you could run, and your breathing is still quite stable

One day, you said to him to come to a field where your team train, he was confused why but he came anyway

That's where he learn that you were a marching band student

What really got him more attracted is that you're a brass player

Seeing you walking or running around the field and play an instrument that needs a lot of control in breathing, he's just...amazed

He even once asked you to play a song for him UwU

From that day, he always come to visit you practice, he even supports you

Diluc once asked you to help him train like running for 2-30 minutes to make sure his endurance is good :)

He even asked you teach him how to play your instrument

But the thing that Diluc constantly worried about you is that sometimes you got injured while practicing

Sometimes you come home with bandages on. He literally almost cried seeing you in that state

But you always reassure him that it's normal to get injured

One other thing that makes him worried the most is that you always forced yourself to practice when you are literally sick :(

When you got home one day, he sees your that your face is really red due to the fever you were having. You could BARELY move the next day and he cried inside...

Diluc just wanted you to take care of yourself because you forget to rest and who knows for how long you've been practicing

All in all, he really loves you and supports your activities. He tries to be there when you got injured after practice or just to take care of you :)

"You know, I just wish that you would take care of yourself and know your limits, it hurts me to see you forcing the energy out of you.. get some rest alright, I'll be here if you need anything"

Childe:

Childe. Wants. To. Become. A. Marching Band. Student. With. Youuuu

He was really excited that you were one of it

Especially when he found out that your a Colorguard, he's literally happy

Childe always asks you to teach him how to dance with a flag, he's always messed up and got hurt -_-

Thanks to your position as a Colorguard, he teaches you how to use a weapon much easier

He wanted to have a light and flexible body just like you, sometimes when battling, he looked at you like you were dancing while moving your weapon

Ngl sometimes he got jealous because you were dancing with another boy beside him

He knows that the coach who wants you to perform with that boy, but he's just REALLY wanted to dance like that with you in the field

"Your back, how's practice?" he asks

"Oh it's great actually, I actually have a part where I would dance with a boy" you said casually

The man is literally about to flop the table

"WHAT?! you with another boy, YOU could only dance with me" he said with a pouty face

You find it cute that he wanted to be in that boy's position

"Fine...if you want it so bad Childe..I'll teach you the dance privately, is that good enough?" you offered him

He feels a lot better though, but he could really wish that was him you were performing with

Also, he sometimes almost cried seeing you looked bang up, bruises on your arms and legs

Now Childe REALLY wants to be with you all the time

So, being a boyfriend that he is, he wanted to make sure that you're well rested and fully healed from your injuries

"Oh hey you're back, go ahead and take a shower while I cook dinner for us and maybe after that we could watch a movie or cuddle in bed, I'll also wanted to check if your wounds are started to heal"

Kaeya:

Firstly, Kaeya really wanted to know where and when did you learn how to dance really well

So, when you said you couldn't go on a date with him today because you were attending something, he secretly follows where you're going

When he got to your place, he finally found out that your a colorguard

One thing that caught his attention was you were dancing with a saber (something like a sword)

You were just dancing and moving around swiftly yet elegantly with it

"I don't know you were a part of a marching band, is that why you were always quite busy?" he said

You nodded at him and tell him that you were in the team for almost 3 years now

He was really amused and wanted to learn from you especially how to dance with the saber

To your surprise, he understand it quite quickly, you even teach him how to dance with a rifle and a flag

Sometimes when you came back from the field, you and Kaeya would dance together, and maybe he will consider it as a date <3

Kaeya really loves it when you wear a costume for your performance

He really wants to wear it too so you can be a couple lol

One thing that makes him worry is that there's a move where you have to toss your rifle really high and you have to catch it

He worries that it will hit you especially your head, Kaeya just prays that you'll be safe at all cost

He will usually checked up on you after practice, if you have several injuries, he'll take care of you or take you to Barbara

He loves and adore what you're doing, he'll try to help as much as he could to help you recover

"Back so early today huh? Come here and sit down, I'll checked you up if you have any injuries and not to worry, I already worked on your commissions for today ;)"

Zhongli:

Zhongli always wonders where did you get your discipline manners and skills at playing the piano came from

You always tell him that you learned it from an extra class at school, but he's still curious tho..

One day, he walked past by a field and he sees a bunch of teens in the field with..instruments?

So, he take a look for himself and... wait is that you?

You were playing a marimba, you were very skillfully when playing it

The elegant sound that you produce and your tiny little movements really capture his attention

Especially when you play the marimba with 2 sticks in each hand, one thing that's in his mind is that, HOW did you manage to move it quickly

After practice he came to you, "So, you're a marching band student, i always wonder what they are actually, and i found it fascinating" he said

After comming back he asks you a TON of questions about marching band, and you happily answered it

From that day, he sometimes asked you to teach him how to play the marimba

And after that, the poor man's hand was really sore..so he wonders if it hurts to play like that for a longgg time

You said yes of course, you even said that you cut by the sticks while playing it and that even a drop of water could be very painful when it hit your hand... :(

Zhongli LITERALLY surprised that you have to go through that condition and said it's really normal

The man is literally stocking some medicines and bandages in the house so you could use them whenever your hands hurt

When he sees your hands got bandages, he'll help you finish up some chores so you don't really have to feel any pain when you're using water

Zhongli is always amused by you and couldn't help but fall for you even more when you do something amazing like this <3

"Your hands are still bandaged, so let me took care of the work in the house. You can go and get some rest, and I'll be sure to get the supplies you need"

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(A/N: welp, that's all I could write for this one, and I wrote this because me and my friends are marching bands students ehe (we are brass players btw) ..so i decided to make this.. i hope you enjoy it, byee)

If you want to request, here are the rules that you need to understand, requests are open, tehee

Sleeping with the Villains

Request: My request idea that popped in my head was I haven’t seen a story of shigaraki’s or dabi’s impression of them sleeping nude/naked with their S/O. I was wondering what their thoughts would be? I wouldn’t mind it if it was both sfw and nsfw:)🤸‍♀️

It can either be headcanoan or a fic. you can choose which one suits best for you to compose. 💕 💕 💕

Word Count: 1.5K each

A/N: I went for a more sfw vibe(‾◡◝)

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Dabi:

His skin is rough, calloused and burned, and even if he is clean, the scent of ash overtakes that of milk and honey. Dabi is scarred, his body in deep purple patches that are pieced together with staples and on a good day, he can ignore the the pain, can push past it and focus on how soft your hand is compared to his, he can focus on you, rather than the way that that his clothes catches over his skin and pulls on the grooves and the burns. On the harder days, he has to push himself out of bed before you can wake. He has to bite down on the pain that screams for him to collapse, and he’ll swallow pain medication and drink the pain away before you can wake. He is a man ready to explode at any given minute, and he will refuse to do that in front of you.

He wears a loose fitting shirt and sweats that makes it unbearably hot and when he walks into the bedroom that he shares with you, you’re undressed. He grins at you and even if his skin does ache, he can’t deny you, and he can’t deny himself. If you want him now, he’ll give himself to you in a painful and horrible way to keep you by his side.

“I didn’t realize we were going to fuck tonight,” he says, a thin smile on his lips as he sits beside you on the bed. “You should have told me, I would've dolled myself up.” He teases, but he’s serious. He wants to be made pretty for you, to have you look at him and ignore the scars that decorate his face and his body. When you roll your eyes and shake your head, your hand curved over his untarnished skin, he deflates.

“It’s not that,” you tell him with a laugh. You mov to sit fully on the bed, your legs crossed and he’s unable to keep his eyes off of you.

He raises his brows, and his eyes are focused on the swell of your stomach, soft and full, and he hates that he wants to touch you. To simply let his body drape over you and keep you under him. “It’s not?” He asks, his throat already beginning to close and when he catches your eyes, he flashes a smile- awkward and tense. “Then what is it?”

Your hand moves slowly away from him, and even though he is warm, the fire inside of him unending and all consuming, he is cold without you. He watches as your hand falls to cup over your calves. “I just want to sleep naked with you.” He must have given you a bewildered look because when you laugh, you go to hold his hands. “You heard me,” you lilt, something so sweet on your tongue that it makes him ache.

“Why?” He’s done it before with you. Sticky skin against sticky skin, your chest rising and falling, his body shaking in the afterglow of sex as you kiss his chest. But it was always that, always after sex when you both slept naked together. Why now? Why without clothing? And even when he’s dressed, he feels so bare.

“Dabi,” you call his name and it’s like sin that slips past your lips. Your hand rises slowly to cup the side of his face and he hates how you can read him like an open book. He hates how vulnerable he’s become when he’s around you. “I just want to sleep with you. Nothing more and nothing less, honey.”

Honey. What a sweet thing to call him. A nickname that is given and told with love and admiration, and he knows who he is. Thirty people is how many he’s killed. His skin is purple and falling apart on him. He is ash and smoke, and at any second, he will fall apart. No matter where you touch, he is scarred; your touch is something so delicate and painful against his neck that he leans into it, desperate for the pain, but desperate for the touch that you are so willing to give him.

“Me too?” He asks, his clothing pulling taut against his scars and when you nod, a soft, inaudible plea on your lips, he can’t deny you. He can’t rid himself of his clothes quick enough, and yet, he takes them off softly as if he were taking off a bandaid.

Your hands replace his and when you lean over him, your chest is in his face and if it were any other time, if he were less broken than he is now, he’s sure he would have joked and teased. He’s sure that he would have used sex to distract you from seeing him. You’ve seen him before and yet, it is never enough. It’s never his skin, it’s never him, it’s a ghost of who he should be- coy and charming. Yet, here he is, having you helping him remove his clothing because if he were to do it, he'd never be bare in front of you. He’d rather burn once more than to ever have you truly see how he appears.

He is a man of many faults and when you kiss his lips, his scarred and rough bottom lip pressed against yours, he pushes you down to the bed and hovers above you. Your hands hold him tenderly, keeping him together, and you smile at him. There are tears in your eyes and he wonders if he’d match you in another lifetime. The fear. The adoration. The way that despite being above you, he’s unable to breathe properly. He can’t stand it. It’s all so horrific in a way he never thought could be real. He lays on the bed, his body vulnerable to you and your ridicule and when he looks at you, he gives you sad eyes, expecting for your face to twist once you realize who you’ve allowed to touch you.

The air is cold, and his staples are warm, and he is bare. Fear has taken over, and it’s chosen to stay, to his his eyes follow as you look at him, and when you raise your hand, letting it hover over his scarred skin, he can feel it and it’s excruciatingly painful and something that he has craved for far too long.

“Honey,” you call him, your hand curving over the crown of his head and running past his hair. You say it so dolefully that he has to shake his head and even then, your smile is one that lacks it’s usual shine.

“It’s nothing,” your name is a whisper against his lips and it’s a sin for him to say something like that. “Just-” he pauses, he doesn’t want you to stop touching him, but he also doesn’t want you to look at him. He swallows and wraps his hand around your wrist. “Do you mind just laying beside me?”

It’s pitiful. Pathetic and everything bad that he’s ever been told. He can’t stand you looking at him when he can’t feel. When he isn’t supposed to feel a thing. And yet, your lips press against his and he can taste the mint on your tongue, and he lets out a shaky breath, closing his eyes tightly as you rest carefully beside him.

“Dabi,” you call him and it sends a shiver down his spine when the thin blanket is placed over the both of you. He hums in response, unable to trust his voice at the very moment. “For what it’s worth,” your breath is cool against his shoulder, “I think you’re beautiful.” He can’t help the ugly and snarky laugh that slips past his throat in some cruel joke. You ignore the mean sound and continue, your hand soft on his body. “I wouldn’t dream of ever leaving you. I think I’m too attached to ever believe that I could find someone else. You’re the best that I’ll ever come across, and I hope that when you look at me, you know that I’ll never grow tired of you.”

When you’re asleep, your name having left his lips in a mantra, he lets out a shaky breath. His face burns and he’s glad that he can’t cry. He’s glad he rid himself of that emotion. He’d never forgive himself if he cried because of you. He’d never forgive himself for being so attached to you. He holds you close and the ceiling is blurry. You’re warm in the ways that remind him of something once lost and found. You are something that he will never forget and will never forgive himself for invading your life. Sleeping bare with you was much more than nude, it was vulnerability to let you touch him and see him as him. He turns his head and kisses your forehead. “I hope that when you look at me, you know that I’m sorry.” His voice is weak and he can’t breathe, but he’s by your side and when he wakes up, he wants you to still be there.

Shigaraki Tomura:

His reflection is whole- the mirror before him clean and free of anything that would distort him. With an exposed chest, his shirt is on the sink counter, and he stands in front of the mirror shirtless, observing his body as if he had never seen it before. Tomura raises a careful hand, letting it ghost over his stomach where scars of all shapes and sizes are etched upon his body. The scars are soft, stretched skin that feels almost false under his own, the edges ragged and tickling against the tips of his fingers. He’s never had the luxury of taking a moment to stop and watch his own body, to trace over the imperfections and feel them. It’s so foreign that it makes his anxious, worry bubbling in his stomach that when you call his name, he pulls his hand away from himself, taking a step away from the mirror, recoiling as if his reflection would reach out and trap him there.

He’s never been one to be ashamed of himself, to let the words of others affect him. Time and time again, he’s been told of how awful he looks, reminded of how he’d look better if just a few things were changed about him, and in the end, he’s never cared about any of those comments. He never put his worth on his physical appearance, and that was fine for him. Still, when he sees himself he can find his own flaws, the remarks that people make, and when he sees you, he can’t find any of those. The shirt is grabbed, held tightly in his hands that he has to lift a finger, because old habits die hard.

The door closes behind him and he sees you sitting on the bed, the blanket pulled up towards the chest, gripped in your fists as you hold it close, giving him a tentative smile. Your shoulders are bare, your collarbones exposed, and with his own torso exposed, he clears his head and turns towards the door, almost hoping for an interruption but so scared that someone other than you would see him like this- scars and all.

“You’re not wearing anything,” he presumes, turning back to you, a soft shade of pink blooming on his chest and slowly creeping upwards. “I uh-” he clears his throat even if there is nothing there- “should I do the same?”

You laugh and it’s so sweet, so light and airy, that it reminds him of the first time he shared cotton candy with you. It’s a memory that he pushes away when you drop the blanket and even if he’s seen you in much more passionate ways, he still averts his eyes.

“Only if you want,” you tell him and it makes something inside of him switch, to follow the implication of a command and shed his clothing.

His shirt falls into a puddle of fabric and he steps over it, his steps quick as he goes to the bed that he shares with you. The edge of the bed presses against his thighs and he can’t seem to rid himself of his sweats quick enough, sliding them off until they pool around his ankles. He’s breathless, looking down at himself, his hands hooked over the waistband of his briefs and when he blinks, your hands are over his.

“Usually sex is a lot more fun than this,” he jokes, lifting his head and giving you a ghost of smile that quickly disappears.

“It is,” your voice airy. “But-” your knuckles are now pressed his hips and you lower them slightly, your hands cool against his warm skin- “it’s not about sex tonight.” His boxers join the pool of fabric that is around his ankles and he quickly removes his socks, climbing into bed as you back away to make space for him.

“No?” He whispers, leaning towards you, his hands on either side of your thighs as you sit on your legs. “What a shame,” he says, leaning his head onto your chest, his ear pressed against your beating heart. Your hands curve over the top of his head and he pushes himself further into you when you click your tongue.

It’s quiet for a moment and he can’t bring himself to ruin the silence, to move away from you, even if his arms are starting to tire from holding himself up. Your hand is over him, parting through his silver hair and his ears burn with every touch.

“Tomura?” He hums in response, pushing himself further into you. He doesn’t want for the moment to be ruined. He wants to stay here, uncomfortable and sore, and safe and held. He wants to be in your arms. “How about we lie down, okay?” Your hand leaves the crown of his head and when you pull away, he’s left chasing after you, trying to follow your warmth and reclaim it.

The blanket is pulled, held open for you and him, and in it, is warmth. In it, is you that looks at him so tenderly, the corners of your eyes crinkled and the little fat in your cheeks pushing upwards as you smile at him. He’s clumsy and quick, and he doesn’t care if he seems desperate to get under the covers with you, but it’s all that he wants. He just wants to be beside you.

His hand aches, and his arms are sore, and he’s beside you, his face against your chest as he holds you close to him. It truly is just lying beside you, it’s nothing more, simply being bare in front of you with the distraction of sex to occupy you or him, and it’s horrific. Your hand starts from his neck, past scars trembling under your touch that leads him to hold his breath, taking in one last breath that fills his lungs with the sweet aroma of your body wash and cream. Your hand lowers, tracing over the scars that are wrapped around his arms, coiled and pressed and whispers your name. It stops you for a moment, but when he says nothing else, devoid of breath, his lungs burning and throat tight, your hand continues to press and massage over the scars, each gentle nudge bringing forward the reminder of who he is and when his hands clamps around your arms, free of the mangled scars that are his, he lets out a mix of a whine and cry. He doesn’t know what it is that you are doing, but it hurts and he’s so desperate for the comfort that he fails to register as your hand glides down and flutters over his side, where a scar is large against him, wrapping around his side and fading once it reaches towards his stomach. It’s an odd sensation, different from his. Yours feels as if it really is a ghost that is pressing against him, something so light and foreign that it’s as if you had never touched him before.

“Does it ever hurt?” You ask, and he can feel the press of your thigh against his.

“Yes,” he breathes, unable to lie to you. What is it about you that ruins him, that makes him so weak and willing to tell you whatever it is that you want to hear. He’d bow before you, plead at the mercy of you for just a simple smile.

“Am I hurting you?” You ask and when you press down, the small shift of weight making his gasp out, he hisses out his answer.

“Yes,” he confesses. Your hand starts to lift away from him and he holds it down, his own scarred hand holds yours. “Please, don’t stop,” he asks of you and when he pulls away his eyes burn and yours look so sad and he can’t have that. He can’t have you look at him, and he can’t bear to see you so sad.

Tomura presses his lips against yours, the kiss wet and shaky and it’s more of him needing you than it is of him just wanting to kiss you. He pulls you close, his nails dragging against your soft skin and there’s this aching part of him that doesn’t want to let up for breath, he’d be happy to die there with you, his lips on yours, and yours on his. His heart echoes in his ears and beats against his ribcage like a bird with too big of wings trapped in a cage. Your hands curve around his neck, and it’s different. It isn’t a gnawing sense of pain and itch, it’s not muddled clarity that makes his stomach twist; it is simply you and your touch that keeps him grounded. He’s gasping and when he finally pulls away, gasping for breath and looking at you through half lidded eyes, he sees you smiling back at him, your chest rising and dipping and he is still with you.

“I’m still here,” you say as if you could have heard his worries. Your hand cups his chest and moves to tangle into his hair. “Whatever you want of me, I’ll give it to you.” It’s something that he will hold you to and when you press your lips against his in a fleeting kiss, he’s left wanting more.

My teeth are rotting over how sweet this is ugh. 💜

something for @veenxys <3

"i love you," tomura says under his breath as he watches you sleep. the glow of his tv shines faintly against your figure; face half shown and arm hanging off the foot of the bed, pinky linked with his. he finds himself doing this often during commercial breaks—even though the tv isn't as loud as usual and he's close enough to hear your breathing, he always needs to check that your still there. the hold tightens and he lifts it up, ever so gently to admire it. "i don't tell you it enough..." he pauses, letting your hand down and pulling away from the embrace. a breath leaves him and his eyes are once again glued to the screen, "but i really do."

trapped together

Characters: Diluc, Zhongli

Contains: Skinship, not really suggestive(?) but it gets pretty intimate

Note: lowkey remembered how I was trapped in a stall with a group of people. dont ask how. that was terrible. have a small drabble!

masterlist || kaeya, thoma, gorou version

Diluc

You don't understand how it happened but it happened. You're stuck in a cramped wine closet with the owner of the winery himself: his chin resting on your head, your hands on his chest, you stood awkwardly between his legs.

You try to move back in an attempt at having more space but he's quick to wrap his arms around you.

"Don't move. There are wine bottles behind you," He warns, holding you close, "I don't care for the wine themselves but you might get hurt if they shatter."

You nod along, blush growing at his subtle way of caring. It was getting hot in the closet and you wonder whether the heat was coming from the cramped room or his naturally warm disposition as a pyro user.

"Can't you um... kick the door open?" You suggest but he shakes his head.

"Wine bottles. And I'm sure Charles would have noticed our absence by now and check." Unknown to you, Diluc thanks the archons for the dark room. It helps him hide his flustered face as he embraces you closer, muttering some excuse about checking behind you for anything that could be useful.

Of course, he's fully capable of getting you both out of the room without risking the wine. It'll be difficult, but not inherently impossible. Forgive his touch-starved self but this situation might be the only way he gets to embrace you like this — so can you really blame him for wanting to prolong it just a little bit longer?

Zhongli

Don't ask how you ended up in a coffin with the God of Contracts himself but there you were. Thank archons you weren't actually buried alive and that Hutao should be on her way to check on the supposedly empty caskets.

"Are you alright?" Zhongli inquires and you're not quite sure how to answer. You're laying on top of him, head resting on his shoulder. Had this been any other moment you would've deemed it as romantic but (1.) You weren't dating, (2.) You had an undeniable crush on him, and (3.) His deep voice next to your ear was making you - almost literally - melt.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," You say, voice unusually high pitched, "This is fine. I mean, not that the situation is okay but we're okay, right? Yeah."

His deep chuckle reverberates through the hard wood of the casket and you gulp nervously.

"You know, I can feel your heart beating quite loudly."

'Archons, kill me now,' You think before realizing how one of the archons is doing exactly that to your heart. He'll be the death of you if you don't leave this casket soon.

"O-oh? Is that so..." You gulp nervously, a silence falling between you. You start fidgeting again only for him to hold you still.

"I suggest you avoid moving on top of me so much," He mutters, hands on your waist now.

"Ah I must be heavy, right? Sorry for pushing-"

"No, it's not that. Just- let's try avoid any awkward scenarios while we're trapped here."

You tilt your head, only to notice the slight pressure on your thigh. A dark blush crosses your face as you noded quickly, keeping yourself still.

In the silence, you hear the way his heart beats louder than usual.