What Happens When Someone Destroys The Goodluck Charm You Gave Him Ii

tokyo revengers : scenarios.

you crash on the couch [takeomi. ran. shinichiro. rindou]

taking care of him when he’s sick [mikey. draken. mitsuya. baji]

sleeping with him for the first time [takeomi. ran. shinichiro. rindou]

they have a polaroid of you [chifuyu. mitsuya. draken. baji]

they have a polaroid of you — part two [mikey. shinichiro. emma. hina]

deciding to make breakfast for you [takeomi. ran. shinichiro. baji]

he has an intimidating wife [sanzu. takeomi. ran. rindou]

he has an intimidating wife — part two [mitsuya. draken. mikey. izana]

comforting you after family fight [mikey. chifuyu. izana. ran]

he has a child who’s just like him [sanzu. ran. takeomi. rindou]

leaving with your shared child [sanzu. ran. rindou. takeomi]

his daughter has a crush [sanzu. mikey. rindou. kazutora]

he comforts you after relapsing [rindou. shinichiro. baji. ran]

he has a shy significant other [ran. izana. rindou. shinichiro]

getting rid of a spider for you [mikey. draken. mitsuya. chifuyu]

introducing his newborn to his friends [kazutora. baji. izana. ran]

introducing his newborn to his friends — two [shinichiro. chifuyu. rindou]

introducing his newborn to his friends — three [mitsuya. mikey. draken]

he sees you moving on [draken. mikey. ran. sanzu]

teasing him for having an attractive girlfriend [baji. angry. mikey. ran]

he records his toddler cursing [draken. sanzu. ran. takeomi]

he cheats on you [mikey. draken. baji]

he cheats on you — part two [smiley. chifuyu. mitsuya. hanma. ran. rindou]

moving on after he cheats [ran. draken. smiley]

wanting a baby with him [takeomi. ran. rindou]

he has a bimbo significant other [baji. ran. rindou. takeomi]

he has a bimbo significant other — part two [chifuyu. kazutora. sanzu]

you have an admirer [draken. mikey. chifuyu. mitsuya]

making him do chores [sanzu. rindou. mikey. shinichiro]

“ this kinda feels like a date “ [draken. mitsuya. chifuyu. mikey]

his child saying they like you better [kazutora. ran. baji. rindou]

s/o who kisses everyone on the cheek [mikey. angry. izana. ran]

you offer your services [ran. rindou. mitsuya. sanzu]

he blows up on you and the kids [ran. sanzu. kazutora]

playing the pocky game ran. smiley. baji. sanzu]

your child sees you get hit on and snitches [sanzu. ran. rindou]

feeling his child kick for the first time [rindou. ran. takeomi. shinichiro]

reacting to you getting hurt [ran. rindou. kakucho. sanzu]

helping him dye his hair [ran. rindou. sanzu]

asking you to move in with him [draken. ran. shinichiro]

moving in with each other [draken. ran. shinichiro]

his child asks how are babies are made [mitsuya. baji. ran. angry]

his daughter has a crush on his coworker [rindou. ran. sanzu]

falling asleep on your way home [mitsuya. draken. baji]

going to him for comfort [rindou. ran. mikey]

pranking him with fake hickeys [mikey. kazutora. baji. mitsuya]

losing his child at the store / hideout [ran. rindou. baji. sanzu]

you both run into your ex-boyfriend [ran. baji. takeomi]

dressing up your baby in cute costumes [sanzu. ran. rindou. kakucho]

dressing up your baby in cute costumes — part two [kazutora. mitsuya. mikey. baji]

passing out candy to trick or treaters [ran. rindou. sanzu. kakucho]

falling out of love with you [ran. draken. mitsuya. sanzu]

aftercare with him [takeomi. sanzu. rindou. ran]

aftercare with him — part two [kazutora. chifuyu. mikey]

falling asleep on your chest [mikey. angry. smiley. kazutora]

reacting to his new haircut [chifuyu. draken. rindou. ran]

when he first meets you [sanzu. ran]

he has an intimidating partner not! [rindou. sanzu. ran]

asking for a creampie [rindou. ran. draken. mitsuya]

running into his childhood crush [ran. chifuyu. baji. sanzu]

crushing on his employee [ran. kakucho. takeomi]

crushing on his employee — part two [chifuyu. mitsuya. kazutora]

he gave you his sweater, not his feelings [draken. chifuyu. kazutora]

an employee gives you their number [mitsuya. draken. baji]

your children interrupting you [ran. mitsuya. angry]

THE GENSHIN MEN + THE WAY THEY KISS

feat. arataki itto, kamisato ayato, xiao, zhongli

warnings. kissing!!! i love itto so much

ITTO’s kisses are messy. it’s your face in his hands and scattered lips along your jaw—all laughter pricking your skin and smiles stretching against your mouth. he mumbles words—messy strings of syllables and scattered i love you’s slipping from his throat, and you’re sure if you’re ever to find something akin to rapture—if heaven could form between the heat of your cheeks and the palms of his hands—this would be the point of discovery.

AYATO’s kisses are quiet. it’s sneaking into your room through streaks of moonlight and the stretch of silhouettes along silken sheets. it’s heavy words being carried through light whispers and the shadow of lips against your own—a touch meant for nothing more than to swallow you whole. if love was crafted through an action—if there was a way to hold the creation of things between your teeth, this would be it—he would be it.

XIAO’s kisses are nothing if not nervous. it’s treating your skin like porcelain—like a shift too fast or a grip too strong could shatter you beneath his fingertips. it’s the shared shakiness of breath and the blushing of cheeks and the stretch of the newborn sun across the sky. it’s hesitant i love you’s—as if every syllable is as much a weapon as it is a declaration; as if tonight could very well be as much a goodbye as it is a hello.

ZHONGLI’s kisses carry a whisper of promise. it’s ancient memory breathed across your lips—a wisdom of the sky above your head and the ground beneath your feet and the power in your bones spilling across your skin. it’s the knowing that i love you means forever, that if this is ever to end, memory will hold you in its palms and your words will never leave his mind, just as your voice echos from your throat.

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levi as a muslim heacanons? you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to 😔 i’m just a strict muslim and seeing it would be fun

author note :: omg levi ramadan + muslim headcanons since it’s ramadan and the idea is super cute to me. me and my friends have always headcannoned him as muslim jokingly (tbh we do that with all anime characters) idk probably because i’m muslim and it makes me happy 😭 this is super short but i hope you like it anon !! +++ my requests are always open so feel free to drop by :-)

levi wakes everyone up for suhoor because he rarely ever sleeps so it makes sense for him to wake everyone up to eat

scolds anyone who hasn’t done wudhu correctly because prayer is nothing without cleanliness

tbh the hunger isn’t difficult for him he just finds it hard to let go of drinking tea as often

gets annoyed when sasha says “not even water.....???” and tells her she better be respectful

i do not have much else to add to be honest but he would definitely help clean up after suhoor, he isn’t lazy and won’t let one person clean up after everyone

feel like he would definitely be the type the drink lots of tea during suhoor so he can handle the day better

also have a feeling that he would constantly remind people to say bismillah before eating because,,, it’s very important to say bismillah :-)

makes fresh wudhu for all the prayers purely because he likes being clean

does not like how there are no official days off given for eid, but hey he’s humanities strongest he understands he can’t take a break even on eid 

OKOK WAIT!!!!! big headcanon that me and a muslim friend have is that levi would be very good at doing mehndi/henna for eid celebrations

like he would be great at it totally yup, don’t argue with me it’s true!!!! he would do gabi’s henna

all in all, a very nice muslim :-)

i could add more but..... let me not go off on a tangent i could literally talk about this FOREVER

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.

Boyfriend Material

  Ft. J. Kirstein, A.Arlet, L. Ackerman,  E.Yeager, R.Braun, E. Smith

Lemme just preface this by saying I am so excited to start dabbling in other fandoms + writing. I have a silly demon slayer au I’m writing plus Levi 100 followers celebratory fic! So without further ado, enjoy! (Sfw & nsfw h/c about my fave boys! Modern au btw!) ((pps it’s kinda long bare w/me pls))

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Being Best Friends with Them

❧ Genre: fluff

❧ Includes: Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Xiangling, Zhongli, Hu Tao, 

❧ Warnings: food mentions (Xiangling)

❧ A/N: I love a little bit of platonic love every know and again

~※ Main Masterlist ※~

Kaeya is always sweet with you. He does not tolerate anyone talking bad about you or making rude comments. He’ll punch someone straight in the mouth if he hears them talking bad about you. He loves to spend is evenings talking with you over a drink at Angel’s Share. He does tease you a lot - all in good fun, of course. He just likes seeing how worked up you can get.

Sometimes you can’t quite tell if you and Albedo are friends but rest assured, you are in his eyes. There’s always an open invitation for you to visit him while he’s in Dragonspire; he actually enjoys when you come to visit. He enjoys your company even if you aren’t working on the same thing. He cares about your opinion on everything he works on and will ask you for it often. 

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Can you please do zhongli/rex lapis x fem shy reader. The fem reader is extremely shy and doesn't have any friends cause of her quiet and timid nature and she lives in liyue with her parents and an only child. She loves to story of rex lapis and the history of liyue and accidentally meet zhongli and sometime later he revealed to be rex lapis to the reader. Also, the fem is a villager of liyue and doesn't have super powers to fight just a weak villager.

fateful meeting

pairing : zhongli x shy f!reader {fluff}

warnings : none

word count : 2.6k

a/n : thank you for this request! I apologize for the wait, I dont think i made the reader as shy as you requested jshdjd sorry, i hope you enjoy !

Even as a child you had been fascinated by the stories of Liyue, or rather, a specific figure in its history. Perhaps, the archons have heard your passionate nature regarding Liyue, for a fateful meeting one day will change your peaceful life forever. 

Life was everything you could’ve ever wished for.

Only the soft, consistent chopping of a knife against a wooden cutting board and an occasional quiet flip of a page in a book could be heard in one of the many homes in Qingce Village. 

Sunlight seeps through the cracks of the window you sat by, casting a bright glow on the words inside the book in your hands, seeming as if the story itself was coming to life.

Well, not that the story wasn’t coming to life, it had already come to life, for you were currently reading about the history of your beloved nation, Liyue.

The book you were so engrossed in was not an unfamiliar story, having already read it a couple times. You would never grow tired of this one.

A smile played on your lips as you approached one of your favorite parts of this specific chapter. 

Softly fiddling with the corner of the thin page, your eyes scanned over the familiar words slowly.

Wielding a spear so sharp no blade could even hope to compete against, he emerges from the shadows, illuminating a golden aura around his built figure. In one swift motion, the polearm-wielding fighter sends a rumble through the ground beneath him, ridding of any enemies around him in a flash. A sigh leaves his lips as he removes his hood, examining his surroundings. A long ponytail of golden-brown hair trails down to his waist, flowing softly in the wind. His eyes the same shade, if anything more golden, slowly fluttering shut, head turning upwards, immersing himself in the soft breeze.

You pause and gaze out the window, sighing at the scene of hundreds of miles of tall mountains spread out all around, all thanks to one person. One archon, to be more specific.

About to flip the page once more to continue, you were interrupted by your mother’s voice calling out from the kitchen. 

“Y/N, dear, could you fetch me some berries down the river if you aren’t busy?”

You tear your eyes away from the book begrudgingly, calling back, “Fine, anything else?”

“Some sweet flowers and fowl would be great, thanks honey!”

You shut the book, placing it down on your table as you stand up to stretch, bones cracking at the movement.

As much as you wanted nothing but to snuggle back into your chair and immerse yourself back into the story, your parents were the most important people in your life, and you knew it was mainly up to you to take care of them.

Being an only child isn’t as lonely as people make it out to be, you get peace and quiet in the home, and you wouldn’t change it for anything else.

Kicking on your shoes you wore when you ventured outside, you picked up the basket that was used to collect food, as well as your hunting bow for the fowl.

You didn’t know how to fight, having spent your whole life secluded in the village, but you had enough hunting experience, at least.

About to head out, your eyes landed on the book now laying on the table and pondered for a moment, before grabbing it and placing it into the basket.

Despite your mother’s scolding about dangers reading outside, you just wanted a change of scenery while you lose yourself in Liyue’s history.

“I’m heading out now, Ma!” You call out as you push open the wooden door to your home, earning a hum from her in response.

The heat in Liyue would be pretty unbearable to outsiders, however having lived in the same village for almost all your life, it wasn’t anything new.

You hummed, greeting your neighbors occasionally with a wave, walking down to your usual place to fetch ingredients.

Finally reaching your destination not too far from the village, you crouch by the river as you picked the sweet flowers and berries your mother had asked for.

“Mmm, what else did she ask for again?” You thought out loud, forgetting the last ingredient, eyes landing on your bow.

“Oh right, fowl!”

You scan your surroundings, looking for any signs of birds, when suddenly you hear a sharp rustle of a bush behind you. 

Not having time to even turn around and investigate, a heavy weight pounced on you from behind, causing you to tumble forward.

You let out a yelp, feeling a pain through your arm that you had landed on, turning around to see the attacker.

Your eyes widened, seeing it had been a hilichurl that was currently standing above you, however, it didn’t feel like a regular hilichurl.

It had black smoke emitting around it, as if some type of curse had been placed on it, enhancing its strength.

The hilichurl spurt out some unintelligible words, before raising its bat and lunging at you once again.

You grab your bow beside you quickly, aiming at its head before completely missing due to your shaking hands.

Cursing under your breath, you pick up a rock and throw it weakly at the creature, causing it to stop only briefly before charging towards you again, seemingly more angered this time. 

This was it, you thought. All the time spent not learning how to fight, this must’ve been your punishment. 

You shield your face with your arms, hoping to at least lessen the impact, before hearing the hilichurl shout followed by a thud behind you. 

Moving your hands away from your head, you turn to see the hilichurl now lying unconscious a few feet away from you.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” 

A deep, masculine voice brings you out of your shock, as you turn slowly to meet your savior, instead met by a hand held out in front of you, offering assistance. 

Your eyes trailed up to the mysterious man’s face, before your breath caught in your throat.

A long ponytail of golden-brown hair trails down to his waist, flowing softly in the wind.

The man looked back at you curiously, hand still reached out toward you.

His eyes the same shade, if anything more golden.

Why were you suddenly reminded of those words in the book?

Your mouth gapes at the sight of the man above you, his presence bringing a strange feeling you didn’t recognize.

Your eyes widened. Could it be..?

“...excuse me? Are you alright?”

His voice brings you out of your daze once again, a worried look cast upon his handsome features. Wait, what?

It was only then did you realize how good looking the man was before you, turning red as you took his hand and stood up, wobbling a tiny bit.

“Thank you for saving me,” you bow slightly, quickly picking up your forgotten belongings on the ground, still flustered from the incident.

You were about to say goodbye and leave as quick as you could, before your book fell out of your basket and landed on the ground next to the man’s feet.

“Ah—“

The man bent down and picked up the book, about to hand it back to you, when he suddenly stopped and examined the cover.

You swore you could’ve been seeing things, but a small smile grazes his lips as he faces you.

“Are you also interested in the stories of Liyue?”

You stop in your tracks, turning to the man who was now flipping through the pages of the book to the section you had bookmarked prior.

His golden orbs now held an unreadable expression behind them, almost...nostalgic.

You felt a small surge of confidence as your favorite topic was brought up.

“Ah--yes, I am quite informed of the history of Liyue myself,” you smile softly to yourself, causing him to look up and chuckle.

“Is that so?” He hums, tilting his head upwards to face the blue sky, closing his eyes slowly. 

...slowly fluttering shut, head turning upwards, immersing himself in the soft breeze.

Your eyes widened at the sight.

There was no way.

But, there was no other explanation for it.

“May I...ask your name?” You ask carefully, awaiting his answer.

He shuts the book with a soft thud, handing it back to you to which you take back happily.

“I go by Zhongli.”

He offers you a smile, making your heart skip a beat and blood to your cheeks, as you stutter back your name in response.

“Be careful around these parts, monsters have been affected by some sort of spell here, making them stronger than usual,” he explains while putting away his spear he had used earlier.

Wielding a spear so sharp no blade could even hope to compete against.

There was no mistaking it.

“Are you perhaps--” 

You start to ask, gaining a curious gaze from him, however stopping in your words after realizing how bizarre you’d sound if you’d ask him the question you had been aching to voice since your meeting.

“Nevermind, I should get going,” You shake your head, thanking him once more before starting to walk away.

“If you’d like me to answer your question, meet me back here tomorrow, at the same time.”

Zhongli spoke behind you, making you turn and meet his eyes, which gazed back into yours almost knowingly. 

“But you don’t know what my question is,” you question, confusion evident on your features.

He chuckles again, the sound making you melt on the spot.

“Do not underestimate the geo archon.” 

With that, he disappears into the other direction, leaving you frozen in your place.

Did he just…?

A million thoughts were coursing through your head at the moment. But one thing was for sure, you couldn’t wait until tomorrow. 

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That night, sleep did not come to you like usual.

With your head filled with thoughts about Zhongli, and his last words before departing, you were basically shaking with excitement.

Had you really met him?

Nevermind, your questions would all be answered the next day.

--

“I see you’ve arrived.”

Zhongli smiles at you, to which you return the gesture, still mesmerized by his delicate features to speak.

You had practically jumped out of bed this morning, making some jumbled excuse about fetching more berries and fowl to your mother, who was left dumbfounded.

Zhongli pats the spot beside him on the grass, and you notice his spear laying next to him on the other side.

Carefully sitting down next to the tall man, both of your backs leaned against the tree with its leaves above you providing minimal cover from the sun. It was then that you noticed the close proximity of your bodies, making you flush.

“So, would you like to ask me your question from yesterday?”

You bit your bottom lip nervously for a moment, before shaking your head and reaching next to you into the bag that you had brought. 

“Ah-- before that, Mr. Zhongli, you mentioned you are also interested in Liyue’s stories?” You pulled out the book from yesterday. 

He nods, as you flip open the book to the chapter you had bookmarked. The same chapter describing Rex Lapis’s first appearance.

“Just Zhongli is fine. And yes, I am also well-informed of the stories of Liyue. Would you like me to tell you some?”

You nod, showing him the marked section. “That would be nice, but could you answer this one question of mine first?”

He takes the book from your hands, bright pupils scanning over the words. A small breeze blew by just that moment, causing his long hair to lift slightly. The sunlight shone softly on his pale skin, giving him an almost ethereal aura.

You never thought someone could appear so calm and peaceful while reading a book.

“Yes, ask away.” 

He lifts his head up to meet your eyes, making you clear your throat, embarrassed you had been admiring him so openly.

Although that chapter remains your favorite chapter of all times, there had been one question that had stayed in the corner of your mind each time you read it.

“In that section, when Rex Lapis lifts his head and immerses himself in the wind, what do you think he was feeling? Satisfaction from eliminating his enemies? Or perhaps, tired from all the fighting in the Archon War?”

Zhongli hums, smiling gently at nothing in particular as he closes his eyes, lifting his head up towards the sky.

A small breeze passes by again, and you smile at the sight. You no longer questioned his true identity. You knew.

“That all may be true, however, I’d say he was feeling quite…” He pauses, as if trying to search for the right word.

“...saddened, almost.”

You tilt your head curiously, “Saddened?”

He nods, facing you, “Perhaps mournful, even. Have you ever wondered if Rex Lapis wanted to kill at all? Although those evil should be eliminated, they are still living souls, and perhaps he wished for everything to return to normal.”

Zhongli’s voice trailed off, as he held a sad feeling behind his eyes, making you unconsciously reach for his hand laying on his lap.

He looked at you in surprise at the sudden contact, and your eyes widened at your own actions, making a move to quickly retrieve your own hand, when he stops you.

 He brings the both of your hands together, now laying on his lap as red spreads through your cheeks.

The both of you sit in silence as a few beats pass, when he breaks the silence once again.

“I’d like to share with you some of my favorite stories of Liyue, would you be interested?”

You smile, nodding as he starts speaking again.

And he shares stories you’ve never heard before, or even some that you have, but a different version of. The difference in stories that you had believed your whole life made you surprised, not sure what to believe.

No, scratch that, deep down, you knew what to believe. Or, who to believe.

Zhongli shares his stories until it starts to become dark, to which he finally stops and suggests you return home.

“I’ll walk you home, it’s quite dangerous at night.”

You thank him, and you two start to make your way back, continuing to talk about Liyue and its fascinating history.

“Ah, it’s just right down there. Thank you for today, Zhongli.” You smile at him once again, ready to return before he stops you.

“Are you not going to ask me the question you had yesterday?” It was quite dark, so it was a bit difficult to tell, but you swore there was a slight smirk on his lips.

You laugh, shaking your head. “I’ve got my answer already.”

He raises his eyebrows, a teasing hint in his voice, “Are you sure, Y/N?”

Hearing your name roll off his tongue sent shivers through your body, smirking back at him.

“I’m quite sure, Rex Lapis.”

Zhongli opens his mouth to speak before closing, as deep chuckles ring through the night. Not long after, your own quiet giggles joining him. Finally, you both recover from your laughter.

“Goodnight then, Morax, you still have to share your stories with me tomorrow.”

He smiles at you, golden eyes shining even through the dark. “Same time?”

You grin back, before turning to return back to your home. “Same time.”

Maybe you’d ask him to teach you how to fight tomorrow.

On second thought, perhaps your lack of experience in fighting was a good thing. For because of it, you had met the man who only existed in books that you’d read everyday.

Your once peaceful life, although disrupted by the appearance of the one and only geo archon you admired so dearly, had now offered you something to look forward to each day.

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𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 — 𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢

Pairing: Dabi x genderneutral!reader

Warnings: Fluff, this is so domestic and sweet, you might need some tissues in case you start crying.

Summary: After staying over at your place and waking up earlier than you, Dabi decides to make you breakfast.

A/N: This started as a short drabble and evolved into a whole fic because I couldn’t contain myself. Domestic!Dabi just hits different and I just really liked the idea with Dabi attempting to cook for you as a sign of his love. I’m still not really satisfied with it, but I didn’t want to keep this in my drafts any longer.

Word count: 1.584 words

MASTERLIST

Dabi doesn’t remember the last time he stood in a clean kitchen and made breakfast for someone. It leaves him with a strange sense of domesticity as he rummages through endless cabinets and drawers to find a frying pan for some stupid eggs, pushing pots and other kitchen utensils aside with loud clanging to reach what he needs for his experimental cooking.

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ドキドキ (heart fluttering)

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki (bnha)

part two — tokrev ver.

legend : [Y/N = YOUR NAME] gender neutral, quirk’s not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish🤔(x reader)

note(s) : things you did that caused these characters to blush for the first time 💀 i had a hard time sticking with ideas for this one— either way, i’m sorry for the lack of posts 🧎‍♀️

bakugou katsuki

calling him by his full hero name

as we all know, his hero name has gone through several revisions. the reactions of his classmates and teachers after hearing about “king explosion murder” deemed them unacceptable, unworthy (for the time being) to hear of his official, on the paper hero name.

even then, “great explosion murder god dynamight” still has its mixed reviews— mostly questioning the blond’s naming process. they all sincerely wish he’s not in charge of naming whoever’s kid.

which is why, hearing you say his full hero name and in it’s correct order— mind you, nearly caused him to erupt into shades of red, which could rival his very own irises.

the self control he possesses sometimes

he thinks you’re mocking him at first, naturally. considering that, everyone either stuck to the name’s simplified version, “dynamight” or, they just completely avoided the mention of his hero name all together.

until he sees the sincerity in your eyes— confusion swirling in your irises at the lack of katsuki’s response.

he goes to correct you, until he remembers that the order’s absolutely correct. so then, he asks you to say it again, a hand cupping his ear, so he could hear the way the name rolls off your tongue, as you stare at him with anything but ill intent.

katsuki doesn’t realize he’s blushing, until kirishima innocently points it out, believing his blush was the work of the newly purchased hot sauce.

“was the hot sauce i bought really intense? if so— i’m really glad, y’know! i scavenged the aisles for that specific bottle”

“the hell are you talking about?”

“uh, you’re like.. really red, bro. that’s.. that’s what i mean.”

“… i’m not. you’re just fucking colorblind. are you sure the hair dye isn’t seeping into your brain?”

“…i’m sure that’s not how it works—”

“no.”

katsuki ends up not sleeping on time, and it’s all due to you. he concludes he might need professional, medical attention (no, katsuki. you just have a crush— and that’s perfectly fine 😭)

todoroki shouto

calling him his first name

his family only ever called him by his first name, which is a given. but, ever since he made it his official hero name, more and more people have been calling him by his first name.

is it something that he regrets occasionally? yeah, sometimes. did he choose that as his hero name, because he wanted to be recognized as him, and not the child of endeavor? yeah.

did he also make his hero name “shouto”, so he could erase the less than kind memories that associate with his name? maybe.

despite it all, he finds himself fighting the heat that threatens to spread along his cheeks, when you whisper his first name for the first time— addressing him as shouto in private.

not in a training set up, or in front of other classmates— but in each other’s company alone.

activating his right side, to regulate his temperature, he tilts his head to the side— prompting you to speak further.

“you weren’t responding, and i also never said your first name before so.. yeah. wanted to test that out.”

shouto holds down an uncharacteristic stammer. with shaky hands, he slowly (maybe even cautiously), approaches you.

“was that out of line—”

“no.” he starts, “it was quite— nice. yes, nice.” he nods with vigor. he likes the way you say his name, is what he wants to say. but, the words don’t come out as well.

“my first name. it’s free for you to use as you like.”

“oh— thanks, shouto!”

even when he says that, there’s undeniably some redness sprinkled across his cheeks. unsure of what just happened to him— he quickly turns around, hoping you don’t question the uncharacteristic action.

he only notices that he’s blushing, when midoriya takes one look at him, and offers him aloe vera gel

“aloe vera gel?”

“it’s for your..” midoriya gestures to the entirety of his face, “i don’t know what it is, but it looks like a rash?”

“why? what does my face look like?”

“really red, todoroki-kun.”

it dawns onto him on what it actually is, “oh.” not knowing how to reply to that, he accepts the gel.

it occurs to shouto, that there’s something he needs to figure out. whatever it is, it is causing him chest issues. he also believes that it’s detrimental to his ever so perfected temperature control. in reality, this was all because of his feelings towards you, but he’ll figure it out soon enough

shinsou hitoshi

oddly specific

for as long as he could remember, hitoshi has gotten used to paying attention to people, and their voices— because he needed to, if he wanted to pursue being a hero.

gradually, he just knew when to expect something, just by reading the conversation’s pattern, or maybe even their body language.

he thinks that people can be so predictable sometimes. so, when something else happens— it throws him off the loop.

like now, when you complimented him on his bone structure. something so oddly specific, and something he’s never been complimented on before.

to the point that heat flared up on his face— or a blush, he doesn’t know. either way, he just hopes it’s not obvious.

hitoshi knows a part of him would’ve been pretty amused at this compliment— then again, he’s never received such compliment before.

“bone structure, huh?” he questions, hand flying up to his nape, something he does as a fidget, or— when he finds himself shy.

the insomniac teen sincerely hopes this action does something to control whatever blush, or heat that’s about to emit off his face to no end.

“yeah. you have good bone structure. has no one told you that?”

“no, not really. but uh.. thank you?”

you smile, patting his back, “don’t sweat it.”

oh but, he will.

hitoshi only realizes he’s blushing, when aizawa points it out first (he wonders, why it had to be his mentor out of all the people.)

“shinsou, you good?”

“yes, sir. why?”

“you look like you’re burning up.”

“i am? ..huh.”

“don’t “huh” me, i don’t want to be unwell during training. it won’t benefit you, and it’ll only worsen your condition.”

“uh.. i don’t think..”

“—unless, i’m misreading this all, and it’s not what it appears.”

“…yeah.”

hitoshi wonders if he was blushing because he was given an unexpected, and oddly specific compliment. or— if it’s because you were giving him the praise. but knowing himself, it’s probably because of you. (he’s screwed, he thinks to himself)

kaminari denki

when you flirt back

kaminari denki can flirt, but he doesn’t actually expect any form of reciprocation.

he knows when to back off and all— he’s not a creep. regardless of the fact, whenever he does flirt with someone, they either shyly shrug it off, or they ignore it all together 💀

then there are those rare occasions, where he gets told off, but hey— at least he tried, and at least they were honest.

denki thought you were just being nice, when you only smiled at his borderline cheesy attempts at throwing flirtatious punchlines.

which is why he doesn’t know what to say, when you actually flirt back with him. it was totally unexpected on his end— especially since you’ve never mirrored him in like, ever.

“i think if we were a couple, you’d be the pretty one,” he says in an flirtatious attempt, and he opens his mouth to move onto the next topic, when you reply back with

“hm, i don’t know— you’re pretty good looking yourself. we’d really be one pretty couple.”

denki stares at you dumified, and the lack of words only cause the smile that was already on your lips to spread even wider.

what time is it? where is he? is the room spinning? is the world spinning? he knew, but it seems to be that he forgot about all concepts of time and location.

he believes he short circuited— the way his agape mouth closes and opens like a fish, and the way he stares at you dumbfounded is just enough to wrap a conclusion around his head

but he doesn’t see sparks of electricity, or an expression of worry on your face— which is something he catches a glimpse of, whenever he short circuits due his quirk

so maybe, it’s something else entirely.

denki only realizes that he’s blushing, when bakugou lands a slap on his back, straightening his posture.

“ow, bakugou! what was that for?”

“your expression, ‘s fucking haunting. the hell happened to you? got struck by lighting on the way or something?”

“huh??”

“your face, dimwit. look at your face— it’s red as shit!”

“what— oh. oh.”

“what?”

“i just realized something. i think i’m screwed.”

“sounds like a personal problem.”

in reality, it really was. in a span of few hours and a hamburger, denki came to realize this unlabelled fascination, is him actually developing a crush on you— the subject of his daily banter.

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Touches

Featuring: Xiao, Albedo, Gorou, Aether, Scaramouche, Kazuha x GN!Reader (separate)

Content Warning: none, v fluffy

How is physical affection with them?

Authors Note: I realize that this is similar to my other post, “Softly”, think of this as an “add on” but with more characters.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

Xiao’s a bit reluctant, seeing himself as a weapon, simple touches are foreign to him. But when you cup his cheeks, or press your lips to his forehead, or even rub your thumb against his bloodstained knuckles- it is hard to resist, especially yours.

So he reaches out, careful to not accidentally scare you or worse- hurt you. He lets himself rest against your body, hiding his face in your neck. He finds himself longing for your kisses, silently asking you by pressing his own against your lips. He found that his hands hold more than just the blood of his enemies, but your heart as well. He now understands why mortals- lovers- cannot get enough of each other.

-

Albedo had been stuck in thought, only one occupying his mind. He had wondered why he only thought of you: your hands holding onto his when excited, or when you lean your head against his shoulder when you feel tiredness. Not only that, but why he had a sudden craving for it.

It started with subtle touches: fingers tracing the features of your face, his own hands guiding yours when helping him with experiments, small forehead kisses when greeting you. However, he felt as if it wasn’t enough. It was only when you were around that he felt his thoughts calm, when he was able to hold you, keeping him grounded.

-

General Gorou felt appreciated when you didn’t ask about touching his ears and tail, only giving glances every once in a while. Though it soon turned into worry; did you not like those features about him, or did you know about his apprehensiveness due to his past encounters with nosy soldiers?

Those worries went away very soon after when you did start asking, not just to pet them but how it felt to have them. It made him happy that you had a genuine curiosity towards it, giving you full permission to touch them when in private with him. Even then, he felt the need to sometimes shove his face into yours, needing to have your fingers brush out the knots accumulated in his fur, or so he said.

-

Aether was happy that you were just as touchy as he was. He was happy that you let him hold your hand when walking, giving you light kisses on your cheeks when he said his ‘good mornings’ and ‘good nights’, hold you tight against him when he felt as if the whole world was against him.

He found you to be his anchor, his rock, the one person whom he felt comfortable enough to let them hold him the same way he would a lover. The way you hold him to you, letting your fingers weave through his hair and whispering quietly to him, it almost was surreal. He would hide his overwhelming joy in your neck, placing small kisses there as well.

-

Scaramouche, the man who shed tears in his sleep, was only comforted by the one he called his true love. A private man he was, only showing an ounce of attention towards you out of public eye, but would make it obvious to anyone else if need be.

Thumbs drying his tears, bringing his ear to the only other heart he needed, he would hold on to his lover like his life depended on it. He would sometimes question your willingness to be with him, but when you kissed his forehead and didn’t bring up his sleepless tears, he understood that there would be no one else like you. He vowed only to protect you from the cruelty of the world.

-

Kazuha’s touches were as light as his words, they would hold just as much meaning. His haikus and poems would depict the most beautiful of sceneries, however, his lips against your face and his hands holding your own would leave you wondering if they were actually about you.

Drunken nights were a rarity, a light buzz would leave you both to ignore the outside world while you bask in each other’s presence. His head would be placed under yours while his fingers traced random patterns against your soft skin. You, on the other hand, would be fixated on his hair, as soft as his words. Delicate whispers of love surround the space you both share.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.