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Enchanted To Meet You

Viktor x f!reader | SFW | wc: 3.4k + extra story| On his deathbed, Viktor remembers all the moments he shared with you, hoping he can see you once again... even in another life.

A/N: Angsty, but hopefully the extra story will make it a bit happier.

Zaun, Runaterra. Year 1.020

It was ironic, but he didn't mind at all, not after all those years.

Life and time were always something Viktor desperately chased after since he can remember, to the point of replacing all his flesh with steel, leaving almost every trace of his humanity behind to mechanical augmentations, becoming The Machine Herald. He was finally able to live without a limp, without his damaged lungs or any limitations the human body could come across. He became the closest definition to a god in the depths of Zaun and managed to help its population with his mind and creations, a Glorious Evolution, not only for him but for the Undercity.

But time runs out even for a god.

A miscalculation he didn't notice when creating his new body, specifically, when building the power unit meant to replace his beating heart, was the cause of an irreversible malfunction 30 years after being geared on his chest. He thought it could be fixed, like every other part in his body, but he was wrong. A single failure on a divine-built mechanical body was enough to crumble it all to pieces. He tried to repair his mistake, but soon found out he wasn't able to; not only because any efforts put on the task would be useless, but because if any screw was removed out of place it would cause his body to collapse immediately, concluding with a long-lasting pain until the power inside him stopped running: an inevitably hurtful death he didn't want.

Blitzcrank, his beloved invention, was there with him through it all. The golem expected his creator to be furious, knowing his life would come to an end at the age of 59 when his original intention was to, hopefully, become immortal. But, to his surprise, The Machine Herald accepted the slow painless death that time has planned for him with ease; no frustration, no fighting. He took his mask off, revealing the face of the man he used to be years ago, and asked the robot to stay by his side during his last days, taking care of him when his augmentations began to fail; he also ordered him to take good care of Zaun when he wasn't able to. Blitzcrank, intertwining its big mechanic pinky to Viktor's hand in an attempt of a pinky promise, swore to fulfill his wish no matter what.

That was the first time Blitzcrank saw his father cry.

The second time came a month later. Viktor had to be put in bed since he began to lose strength on both his arms and legs, being forced to ask the golem to help him dismantle the Hexclaw from his back so he could lay comfortably. Blitz, like the golden "son" he was, took good care of Viktor: making him sweet milk and reading him bedtime stories to sleep (even though the only books on the shelf were science and mechanic themed). That night, Blitzcrank went to the shelf to look for another book to read, but when trying to reach a leather-cover one, the book fell to the ground, and out of it escaped a piece of yellow old paper. Blitzcrank had always been curious in general, so it couldn't resist the impulse to investigate the paper's content.

Written in sleek calligraphy a short letter could be read.

My dear Viktor, words are not enough to describe how lucky I feel for having someone so brilliant and caring in my life. Not only your mind is bright and intriguing but your heart is pure and passionate. I'll be forever grateful to have met you in this life, you and all stand for; hopefully, this picture could immortalize our golden days for us to remember when our legacy starts speaking for ourselves. Happy 25th birthday!

Yours, now and always. Y/n.

It had heard that name before. Viktor always whispered it in his sleep... well, when he managed to sleep. Blitzcrank once asked him about it, but the nostalgic glance Viktor had on his face made him swallow any other possible question.

"Maybe one day I'll tell you about it."

Blitzcrank turned the letter around, finding a medium-sized photograph stitched to the paper. There was his father, way younger. His chestnut hair didn't have the gray hairs he had today and was wearing a fancy white and golden suit, supporting himself on a cane while staring mesmerized at the beautiful woman who was right beside him, circling her waist with his other arm. She had her eyes closed and a joyful smile on her face while her arms were wrapped around Viktor's neck, a golden dress that matched the man's suit molded her silhouette to perfection. Viktor seemed happy, genuinely blissful, a soft and warm expression on his face Blitzcrank had never seen before.

The golem got excited, holding the picture in its big robotic hands as it jumped slightly due to the curiosity that blossomed within, running to the room where Viktor was as the loud thuds from its steps filled the house.

"Father! Look." Blitzcrank exclaimed as it entered the bedroom, handing Viktor the letter and photograph.

It took Viktor all his remaining will to make the effort of lifting his arm and grabbing the picture, but the spark that ignited inside his golden eyes as he saw what it was made it worth it. When his body still responded to his commands, he would sit in his studio and stare at that picture for hours, his mind lost in thoughts of what would you say if you were still there with him.

Although his whole body was replaced with steel, there was a part that he couldn't replace: his brain, whose thoughts echoed your name like a prayer every night, knowing the only way he could see you again was in his dreams or in the memories that struck him daily, where your glowing eyes would appear or your voice gifting him a gentle giggle before calling his name. He didn't have a heart, but a ghost pain hunted him down his chest whenever your image popped in his mind.

A quiet tear rolled down his face, getting lost on the pillow his head rested on.

"Father, who is she?" Blitzcrank asked, hands hidden behind its back as its robotic voice showed how interested it was to get an answer.

A deep chuckle left Viktor's mouth, who gave his creation a tender stare. He didn't have much time left, so Blitzcrank deserved to know. Tonight, the bedtime story would be narrated by him.

"Her name was Y/n, Blitz." He began, affection and fondness flowing through his words as soon as he said your name. "She was a Councilor in Piltover, well, when the Council still existed. She was my biggest support, and who I've always thought of as my soulmate..."

The first time he saw you in person was at a banquet that was held in the middle of his last year in The Academy, a year before becoming Heimerdinger's formal assistant and creating Hextech alongside Jayce. Even when the room was filled with people, loneliness was all Viktor could sense, besides the insincerity coming from his classmate's mouths when being praised him for his intellect; they despised him for being a Zaunite, they made it clear since the beginning. Viktor didn't care about what people could think or gossip about him, but he wasn't a big fan of hypocrites either; so there he was, forcing laughter, faking smiles as the evening continued.

But it all vanished when he saw your face as you entered the banquet, excusing yourself for the delay and sitting next to the members of the Council. Even though you were a Councilor, you were young, maybe a year older than him. After greeting everyone present, your eyes caught his for the first time of many. He looked away quickly, a bit embarrassed; but through the corner of his eye he noticed you were smiling sincerely with your gaze still focused on him. He returned the stare and smiled as he saw how you subtly waved your hand to him before a subtle giggle left your lips.

Even now, he still remembered how graceful your giggle was.

The second time you met was in The Academy's lab, while Viktor was polishing the last details of his graduation project. He didn't notice you came in the room until you spoke, saying his project seemed promising with your back resting on the doorframe. The spanner he was holding fell to the floor due to his surprised reaction, but you quickly picked it up as you got closer to him and began to ask what his work was about. Viktor spoke a little nervous but found your comments comforting.

"This is incredible, Viktor." You said, and he gave you a confused look.

Did you know what his name was?

"Have we met?" He asked back.

You were about to reply but Professor Heimerdinger entered the room, commenting on how fast you arrived in the lab and how glad he was Viktor and yourself finally had an opportunity to talk. He then began explaining to Viktor the reason you were there: you had been interested in his inventions and projects since the last semester, which were almost all built to guarantee better living conditions for both Piltover and The Undercity, focusing more on the last one. You saw the potential he had within his mind and were hoping to become his sponsor, his first ever sponsor. He replied almost instantly, thanking you for the trust you had in him and accepting the offer.

Heimerdinger left, joyful your encounter turned out amazingly, leaving you two alone in the lab.

"I'm enchanted to meet you formally, Councilor Y/n."

His hand reached for a handshake, which you corresponded softly while staring directly into his eyes.

"The pleasure is mine, Viktor. And there is no need for formalities, call me Y/n."

Time flew by and not only did you become his investor but his closest friend. You used to accompany him daily in the lab after finishing your duties in the Council, helping him from time to time to design and build his future inventions since you had an immense amount of knowledge in the field, which is why you were so interested in him to begin with. The days in the lab were followed by nights where you two shared your deepest thoughts and dreams, nights both you and Viktor began to treasure more than you should have, taking into consideration your current status: friends.

He remembers one of those conversations you had under de moonlight that peeked through the lab's window, where you asked him what his religious believes were.

"I don't believe in the idea of a god, to be honest." He replied honestly, staring at the scenery throughout the window. He felt your curious eyes looking at him, so he elaborated his answer. "If there was actually a god out there, I think he must hate me... so it's better to believe there's nothing out there."

He shuddered when he felt your head resting on his shoulder, admiring the scenery while sitting next to him. The corners of your mouth created a discreet smile when you noticed his heart beat seemed to accelerate due to your action.

"That's a valid view. I think I'm stuck in the in-between: I can't say I believe in something but I can't deny it either; I suppose I'm opened to all the possibilities..." You fidgeted with your fingers before continuing, a gesture Viktor spotted and found intriguing. "What I do believe in is the idea of living multiple lives, I'm not sure if the right term is 'reincarnation', but it's somehow similar."

Viktor looked at you curious, his eyes asking you to keep talking. You leaned a bit closer to him, and he decided to lay softly his head on top of yours.

It was warm, intimate in a tender way.

"I like to think that we have another chance to make things right if we failed to do them in this life, maybe with some complications of course, but I think it's worth the try. Perhaps we can collide again in one of those lives."

You thought you got too carried away while explaining your believe, maybe Viktor didn't like the theory or found it boring, but all those concerns vanished when you felt his fingers traveling to reach your hand, slowly interlocking with yours. A bit of courage gathered inside of him after you corresponded to the touch, so he softly cupped your cheek with his other hand, making you face him.

"I have no idea if we would see each other again in another life, but I'm more than fortunate by getting to meet you in this one."

Shinning tears crystalized your eyes before you stole Viktor's plan as you leaned closer to him, leaving a velvety kiss on his lips that he corresponded with pleasure while his thumb cleaned up a lonely tear that rolled down your cheek. He still remembered the feeling of your lips on his: tender, warm, like it was meant to be, just like any touch or embrace you two shared.

That sparkling night you began your relationship, and Viktor couldn't have been happier. He recalls walking wonderstruck through the empty halls of The Academy, blushing all the way home, the feeling of your lips still burning on his.

A week later Jayce's incident happened, and when you and Mel found your boyfriend and his new scientific partner trying to sneak inside Heimerdinger's office, you gave Viktor a playful smile before agreeing to covering up for them.

"Thank you, my love." Was his reply, leaving both Jayce and Mel shocked since they didn't know you guys were together.

After their success with Hextech, a party was held a day before Viktor's 25th birthday, where the picture you gifted him was taken. He still can't get out of his head how you two coincidentally matched outfits to the event, both adorned in golden pieces of fabric. When he read the letter you gave him, he pulled you into his bed and tickled you and covered your nose and cheeks with faint kisses, a sweet revenge for paraphrasing the sentence he told you when he confessed to you.

Your relationship blossomed wonderfully as years went by. Not only were you a couple, but were friends still, making your bond even stronger and minimizing any chance of fighting that may have crossed your way. You helped him and Jayce from time to time, specially when they decided to built the Hexclaw. It all seemed wonderful, perfect even, until the Hexstone was stolen and Viktor collapsed due to his illness for the first time.

He can still picture your swollen eyes from crying and the tears running down your face when he woke up in the hospital bed. Jayce decided to leave you two alone after telling Viktor the medical results. You held his hand tight as his face turned to look at you.

"Do you still feel comfortable in this relationship after knowing I'll die?" He asked.

Your grip on his hand tightened as you told him you didn't care, that you will find a way to cure him while you tried to control the sobs from leaving your lips since you couldn't do that to your tears. Viktor's chest felt heavy, he had never seen you cry so hard, but he brushed his thumb on the back of your hand as he gave you nostalgic tightlipped smile.

"You're gonna suffer more when I pass if we stay together."

A heavy chuckle left your lips before pressing a kiss on his hand. He remembers the stare and smile you gave him that night: broken like never before, but a spark of hoped remained intact. "I don't mind suffering if I get to stay with you. I love you, hear me? You idiot." You whipped your tears away quickly. "Besides, we still have more lives to meet again, right?"

Viktor smiled back softly at you and nodded. "I love you too, darling."

You didn't leave his side that night.

Sadly, no effort was enough to cure Viktor, and when he tried to use the Hexcore on himself, a life was lost in the act. He felt miserable and considered ending things once and for all, and he probably would have if Jayce didn't find him and repeated the words he told him 4 years before.

"Am I interrupting?"

They decided to make a huge change in Piltover now that Jayce negotiated peace with Silco and The Undercity, and that night The Council was going to decide if they agree to that negotiated peace.

Viktor sat next to Jayce, but his eyes never left yours. He remembers the warm smile you gave him before raising your hand, voting in favor of Jayce's proposal. Once all of the Councilors' hands were raised, he felt a weight leaving his shoulders. Maybe things were really starting to turn brighter.

But all hoped for a brighter future faded when Jinx's rocket crashed in the Council tower, leaving no survivor but him and Viktor. He still remembers how disorientated he felt as he tried to get up after the impact, and the panic burning inside his chest as he saw the destroyed room he was in, crumbling to pieces and burning in flames. All of the Councilors he spotted where death so his desperation to find you grew bigger by the second. He didn't care about not having his crutch or inhaling the smoke from the fire, his priority was finding you.

But his heart dropped to the floor when he did.

Enormous crumbles from the wall fell on your chest, breaking your ribs and crushing your insides, unable to move. Viktor dropped to his knees next to you and held your face with his hands, begging you to stay with him a little longer. You seemed like you wanted to speak but you were unable to get words out of your mouth, you didn't have the strength to. And so, while a single tear rolled down your face, your eyes closed for the last time and your last breath escaped your lips. Viktor, broken beyond repair by then, brushed that tear away from your cheek with his thumb, just like he did when he kissed you for the first time.

Uncontrollable sobs he let out as he cried like he never did before. He didn't believe in a god, but begged every single one he knew to do something, to bring you back, but none seemed to listen. Buried his face in his hands as he screamed in despair and sadness for what he thought were hours, but he didn't care. There were 'I love you's that he couldn't tell you anymore, dreams to be crated. He had so much planned to tell you and do, but it was all lost in the flames. When Jayce got up, he had to drag Viktor away from your body to leave the building before death caught him both as well, but the tears running down his face didn't seemed to stop, not even when his sobbing did. He wondered what could have been if you were still there, if faith wasn't so cruel, if the plans you had could be fulfilled. He wondered why he got to live and not you, but that's an answer that came to him not long after: the Hexcore.

Blitzcrank couldn't cry since it was not programmed or built to do so, but a sad expression could be seen in its mechanical eyes as it put its hand on top of Viktor's.

"Don't feel sad, Blitz. She was incredible after all. Bright and smart like no other. Oh, she actually was the one that came up with your name, did you know that? I had the idea of creating you back in Piltover, and she corrected your blueprints and came up with your name. Names for the projects were important to her." He said to the golem, trying to light up its mood a little.

Which worked, since Blitzcrank didn't knew it, somehow, was also connected to you.

"Mother seemed like a wonderful person. Father, do you think she would have liked me?" A spark of excitement was present in its gestures.

Viktor left out his last chuckle before answering. "She would have loved you, Blitz... But I think I'll spend forever wondering if she knew how enchanted I was to meet her."

Maybe in another life...

"I'm sure she knew, Father. You can tell her later if you want." Blitzcrank tucked him into bed properly before placing the picture Viktor had in his hands on the nightstand next to him. "Good night, father. Rest."

And so he did, closing his eyes with an undetectable smile due to his last thoughts as the power in his chest finally stopped functioning.

EXTRA STORY.

London, England. 2022.

You walked through the University's halls looking for lab #3. Professor Heimerdinger, a small man with ginger hair and a mustache was supposed to guide you there, but since he ran a bit late, you decided to search for it yourself.

Gladly it wasn't so far away as you initially thought, so you were able to find it easily after a couple of minutes. But you noticed a bit of noise coming from opened door the room had. You didn't want to intrude, since it could be considered rude, but curiosity filled your body since you probably already knew who was making so much noise in the lab. You decided to peek, the door was wide opened either way.

A tall man you already knew (kinda) had his back facing the door, working on a golden human sized golem like robot while trying to screw in some pieces that didn't seem to cooperate the way he wanted them to, making him curse from time to time in a language you were a little familiar with. You already knew about his project thanks to Heimerdinger... and about the inventions he made the past semester. He had an unique intellect that caught your attention when the candidates for your sponsorship were sent to you: a man that left his country to pursue his dream of becoming a well-known scientist and inventor, who you could tell was casted away by some of his classmates purely because of envy or xenophobia.

You rested your back on the door frame while watching him struggle with the spanner and screws, it was funny somehow, but perhaps he needed a little help.

"Seems promising."

The spanner he had in his hands fell to the floor with a loud clank as he turned around to find where the voice came from, feeling embarrassed when his eyes met yours. He knew who you were since he saw you in the party that was arranged in the middle of the year: you were an inventor yourself and your name was well-known in campus since you were pretty powerful as a sponsor for scientific and mechatronic investigations within the University, even though you were just a year older than him. He didn't expect to see you there, just as he didn't expect you to smile at him back at the party.

You chuckled softly and stepped into the lab to grab the fallen spanner, giving it to Viktor right after. You noticed his golden eyes sparkling at yours, and that familiar feeling you had back in the party appeared again.

"It does?" He asked you as a response to the compliment, to which you nodded.

"Nice accent, by the way." You complimented him. "It's Czech, isn't it?"

He nodded back in reply, expecting a mean comment about where he came from, just like his classmates used to do. However, you only gave him a subtle smile as you approach the robot's blueprints he had on the desk.

Your eyes analyzed them with care, finding a miscalculation in the equations meant for the power unit he was trying to gear inside the robot's chest. Grabbing a pencil and eraser from the desk, you quickly corrected it as his eyes stared at you in confusion.

"Come here." You asked him, and he stepped closer to you as you pointed out his mistake in the blueprint. "Look, I think you have to rebuilt some pieces of the power if you want to screw it properly so it doesn't fail or fall latter on. You made a mistake here."

Viktor inspected the blueprints and your correction with care, and found out you were right about his miscalculation. Why didn't he notice them before?

"Yeah, you're right. If I rebuilt it and place it correctly then all that's left it's to-"

"Crank it?"

His eyes left the blueprints and focused on you. The same warm smile you gave him at the party placed on your face, making his cheeks blush a bit. "Yes, crank it."

You smiled once again and began walking towards the robot, examining every detail Viktor had put carefully on his work. Even if it was steel, it was all painted gold; big hands and a fizzing arcs of lightning that danced around their frame even tho it wasn't powered on yet. This particular detail seemed interesting to you, so you turned back at Viktor, whose eyes where still focused on you.

"Does it have a name?" You questioned, pointing at the robot with one of your fingers.

"Uhm, not yet. I haven't really thought about it." He replied, a little ashamed for not giving you a useful answer.

Your gaze turned to the robot once again as you hand grabbed your chin in a thinking pose, eyes focused on the arcs of lightning still. "What about Blitzcrank?"

Viktor looked at you confused but when he noticed where your eyes where looking at, he understood where you were coming from with that name... well, besides the brief conversation you had seconds before.

"Seems like the name suits well here, so I'll take it into consideration." He said as he placed himself next to you, gaze focused on your face as you still contemplated his invention.

Something inside you knew he wasn't just taking your name into consideration but you didn't mention it, knowing he liked the name.

"This is incredible, Viktor."

Wait, you knew his name?

"Have we meet?" He questioned.

You were about to reply, but a familiar voice interrupted you.

"Y/n, dear! Sorry for the late timing." Professor Heimerdinger ran into the lab, adjusting his glassed properly over his nose and catching his breath. When he did, he noticed you both were holding a conversation before he arrived, which made him relieved since Viktor wasn't a really social person. "Oh! You got to know each other."

You both laughed softly to his comment since he was correct, but Viktor wasn't expecting the Professor to come by the lab either.

"Excuse me, Professor. May I ask why you both came here to visit me?" His tone was soft, but he couldn't hide the obvious interest that glistened in his words.

"Oh sure, Viktor!" Heimerdinger began. "You see, I've been talking to Miss Y/n for quite some time, and she seems really fascinated by the inventions you've developed during these semesters. So she came here to ask you if you were interested in receiving a sponsorship from her to help with your current project and the ones you create once you graduate."

"Well, I was supposed to be the one to ask," you giggled and shook your head at Heimerdinger, who let a 'ups!' slip his lips, "but I assume you get the idea. So, what do you think, Viktor?"

He stood there, completely speechless to the information he just received, but he knew it would be dumb to decline such rare proposal.

"It would be an honor to be sponsored by you, Miss Y/n. Thank you for putting your trust in me." Sincerity flowed through his every word as he discreetly bowed to you, something you found quite cute, making you blush.

Heimerdinger looked at you both, joyful your encounter turned out amazingly, and decided his job there was done, saying his goodbyes soon after. Now you were alone in the lab again while a comfortable silence filled the room.

You turned to face Viktor to talk to him, but you stopped the words from coming out of your mouth when you saw his hand held in the air, reaching for a handshake.

"I'm enchanted to meet you formally, Miss Y/n."

Your hand grabbed his, corresponding the handshake softly while staring directly into his eyes.

"The pleasure is mine, Viktor. And there is no need for formalities, call me Y/n."

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About a week ago I posted this.

I’ve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:

and my personal favorite

After getting the message saying “Just go kill yourself” I was completely done dealing with this person’s horrible messages and replied with just an “Okay.” and logged off tumblr.

About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like

I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like

This was extremely surprising to me. I thought “After all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say ‘sorry’ and that you ‘cant be responsible for someone’s suicide’?”

But I guess the lesson goes like this:

DONT TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED FOR WHAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAPPEN

Cuteness overloaded

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

match up request: Thank you so much for creating such wonderful content! I hope everything is fine with you, I apologize in advance for various mistakes, English is not my native language! This is my first request anywhere, so I hope I sent it to the right place!

I would like to know if I can request a match by tokyo revengers?

My personality: ISTJ-T, gemini zodiac sign, I am calm, quiet and even a little reserved for strangers, I try not to start a conversation first, for fear of touching on unpleasant topics for the interlocutor, but I am ready to support the person if he wants to communicate with me. I am more open with close people, together we can go crazy, but I quickly get tired of communication and I need a break sometimes long, but I always return to friends. I am not a very active person, and it is an art to get me out of the house, but I am extremely hospitable within my home and am ready to provide comfort and coziness to any person. For me, family comes first, so if you enter the circle of people close to me, I will do anything for you!

I like: music (it's a tragedy to go outside without headphones), books of almost any genre, but I prefer science fiction and horror, I have a sweet tooth and a homebody, I love comfort and cold weather and bitter coffee, I like cute things, there are collections of proteins that just lie and delight the eye. I love the silence, but from time to time I like to attend noisy events.

Pronouns : she/ her

A heterosexual girl, in a relationship I am looking for mutual respect and support. I will maintain stability and trust with a partner.

genre (fluff, Smut)

Thank you for reading this! Have a good day!

I match you with...

¡! Mitsuya Takashi ¡!

Why?

Because you are made for each other, a pair of good looking, kind introverts, never fails. your relationship is based in trust and stability!

general headcanons:

¡! SFW ¡!

you met in middle school

he was a quiet kid, nothing that really called your attention, until you had a project together

you were going to take care of an egg in pairs for three months just to prove that you were responsible of your own actions, treating the egg as your own child

you both named it Izumi

it was something kinda easy because of the calm nature of the boy

he always helped you, you need a small crib? don't worry, he has already bought one, you need time to yourself? don't worry, he's ok with extra time with Izumi, she needs clothes? don't worry, he already made 3 sets of colorful skirts and tops for the little one.

he always took care of details

you almost broke her one time. you slipped because you were in a rush to get to class in time, too bad they were mopping the floor

he, as the kind king he is, comforted you, telling you it was okay, Izumi was okay but you needed to be careful.

most of your classmates broke their eggs but you made it to the end with an A+

it was weird to stop talking to him after so much time, you went to his house often to handle him Izumi and now none of that happened, you missed him.

and so did he, he missed your soft laugh when he spoke to you about his sisters and how they wanted to take care of Izumi, your smile when seeing new clothes on the egg, your everything

so, he asked you out

meeting at 3 pm to eat in a ramen shop, then going to the mall to buy some things for you with you, and later leaving you in your house at 9 pm, with a tender kiss to your cheek, leaving you a blushing mess.

you had mutual attraction but it wasn't until the 4th date he asked you to be his girlfriend

the most caring boyfriend that exists

always makes sure you are okay, if not makes the possible to have you satisfied

buuuut he is not clingy

gives you personal space and expects the same

not possesive but likes you to wear his clothes in public

designs you clothes, and makes you model them

only handmade gifts

introduced you to Toman higher ups only, and always keeps you informed about whats going on in the gang

prepares to you dinner and invites you to his house to enjoy it with his sisters

enjoys to bake with you, somehow you always end up with flour in your body

introduced you to his mother one time and it was a little messy, the woman is not aware of her children, knows almost nothing about them :[

loves to hear you rant about your day

loves kissing you

he is a super good kisser wtf hidrated lips all the time

will go with you to make your nails together

defends you

will support you in everything

big spoon but sometimes likes to be the small one, just to feel your heartbeat

he has something with singing, so sing to him, does not care if you have a good voice or not

knows how to dance

will take care of you in parties, trust him your drink

sometimes acts like if he was your dad because he is used to taking that role

puts you first

is very proud of his sisters, shows you photos of them when they were young

likes to be vulnerable with you, mostly crying with you

avoids fights

super domestic, family iis very important to him

¡! NSFW ¡!

switch, but prefers being sub

DEGRADE HIM.

only when rough tho

bondage is wow to him

makes you lingerié, lots of lace and cute things

god with oral

the best thing your pussy has ever felt is his tongue and lips, always surprises you with some new movement

how? we don't know

bratty sub

will make you scream his name, doesn't care if you are heard across the world

not a massive cock but knows how to use it, and with his tongue is more than enough

beautiful fingers

they look even more beautiful inside you

isn't afraid to try new things, will hesitate with pegging but ends up doing it anyways

favorite position is reverse cowgirl

loves to fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see your face

always makes you cum like 3 times

he will not try threesomes, just wants you

thigh riding and thigh fucking

thighs in general hehe

licks you up after cuming

equal pleasure guy

play with his balls

he normal trims his bush, he is not hairy after all

praises you when he is in his climax

consensual king too

will never do anything to you without his permission

doesn't admit it, but loves to fuck your throat

will be very passionate

aftercare is wow, just like him 😗

sorry for taking so long 😭 Im very busy in my normal life and my dad isn't helping

with love, for: @marikabal

¡! song recommendation ¡!

this was so beautiful wth 😭💕

Boys Will Be Bugs

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The first generation of Black Dragon meet an artist!reader at school and slowly become friends.

Platonic!Wakasa, Benkei, Akashi x gn!reader and slightly romantic Shinichiro x reader

I don’t really like this (I don’t like this at all) but I already wrote it so I decided to just post it lol

Shinichiro sighs and looks around, searching for an empty classroom. Letting his friends meet him at his school was already a mistake, since the principal isn’t very friendly towards people from other schools. If anyone snitches to the principal, he’s dead. His grandfather won’t let him live this down and on top of that he’ll get detention. Wakasa, Benkei and Akashi surely make other’s heads turn towards them, because of their scary aura. The fact that they’re well known delinquents doesn’t make it any better. Shinichiro glances through a little window on a door and the classroom seems empty. They walk into it and he let’s out a sigh, feeling relieved.

The guys sit down on a few chairs that were in the classroom and start talking about gang business. Though the eldest Sano’s joy was short lived. The classroom door opens and you walk in, holding your tote bag full of art supplies. With earphones on and deep in thought you don’t notice the three scary looking delinquents and their stressed leader staring at you. You put down the bag and turn around to walk towards your unfinished painting that was left in the classroom. That’s when you notice the four guys that look so out of place, it was funny. Your lips part a bit and you raise your eyebrows out of surprise.

“Uhh.. Can I help you?” You clear your throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you guys in the art club before. Or are you new?”

Shinichiro quickly stands up, blush covering his whole face. He was embarrassed, but also feeling shy, because he just saw the most beautiful person ever. How are you even real?

“Oh.. Sorry. I thought this club was over already and we really needed an empty classroom.” He explains, hoping you won’t turn around and walk to the principals office to snitch on him. You let out a hum.

“The art club should start in like ten or fifteen minutes.” You notice his face drop. “But the sewing club just ended twenty minutes ago and no one should be in the classroom by now.”

“Is the classroom unlocked?” Akashi asks, looking at you. The look he gave you made shivers run down your spine, but you shook it off quickly.

“Oh right.. I can give you the key. And once you guys are done with whatever, you can just bring it back to me. I can trust you, yeah?” Shinichiro quickly nods. “Okay so, when you come here to give me back the key, if I’m not the one to open the door, just tell them that you need to talk to (L/N) (Y/N).” You grab the classroom key from your bag and give it to Sano.

“How come you have your own key?” He asks.

“I go to the sewing club and most of the time I’m the last one to leave. Sometimes even hours later..” you blush a bit. “So they just gave me a key, so I can stay for however long I want.”

They say a quick thanks and leave the art club. But that wasn’t the last time they saw you. For a month straight, every Tuesday, they would walk into the classroom before art club started and you would give them the key. You even considered to make them one of their own, but quickly crossed out that thought. It wasn’t your place to do that. The teacher and principal trusted you, and you didn’t want to loose the trust.

But one day, the sewing club lasted way longer than expected. You were all alone in the art club classroom and they walked in, a bit slumped.

“Here’s your key.” Wakasa dropped it on your table. “The club isn’t over and they should be there for a few more hours.”

The guys almost walked out of the class, but before they could, you lowered the music you were listening to and let out a sigh.

“You could stay here y’know that right?” The paintbrush you were holding, was dipped into water. “I’m listening to music with earphones on. I won’t hear whatever you all are talking about. Plus I put all of my attention to painting, so no need to worry. It’ll be like I’m not even here.”

And they did stay that day. And the next week. And the next.. Slowly, but surely you all became friends. They would bring you snacks and would tell you to take a break from painting, since you would stay in one place for hours. You got to know them and they got to know you. Though when painting you would still put on your earphones and listen to whatever was playing from your playlist, as loud as possible.(sometimes they would talk so loud, you would still hear them, no matter how loud the song was. But your full attention was on painting, so you wouldn’t know exactly what they were talking about, just a few snippets here and there).

One day they walked into the classroom and it seemed like nothing was out of the ordinary. Except for Shinichiro’s hair. He ditched the hair gel. You thought it looked better that way. You were having an art block and couldn’t paint anything and on top of that, you forgot your headphones. They didn’t mind if you heard what they were talking about. Shinichiro even stood up and did a few fighting moves (they looked more like dance moves, but you didn’t want to ruin his mood by saying that) while talking about the latest fight they were in. An idea crossed your mind and you went straight to work.

A week later they barged into the classroom, and found you drinking coffee, while looking at a huge painting you were working on. That day you didn’t forget your headphones and were once again listening to music. They gave you whatever snacks they packed for you and sat down to talk. Your presence was calming for them. They had no need to come back to that classroom (Wakasa, Akashi and Benkei especially. They didn’t even go to this school. By the looks of it, they showed up to your school more than theirs), but they did. It felt cozy. They even changed up their schedule and came to that classroom after art club was over, knowing that you’ll stay there for a few more hours.

But that day you left earlier than usually. You left them the classroom key and a big envelope. They opened it as soon as you left and found portraits of them. Every single portrait had a different bug drawn on it. There was a butterfly flying around Wakasa, a bee on Sano’s nose, a dragonfly sitting on Akashi’s shoulder and a grasshopper on Benkei’s head. They furrow their brows and look at each other’s drawings. As they turn them around to see if there’s anything there, they notice handwritten notes.

“Sano Shinichiro, bees are not designed to be able to fly. I read it somewhere on a newspaper and it NEVER left my mind. But they really wanted to fly and adapted so they could. Can you imagine that?? How cool. Bees also symbolise hard work and dedication. You remind me of a bee. You work so hard for others. (I also didn’t think you’re “designed” to be a gang leader, but it seems like all is going well. I’m happy for you.) But like a bee, you need to sometimes stop and look at the pretty flowers (they suck the nectar, but I don’t think I want to see you trying to suck nectar from flowers). By that I mean, stop and look around. Life is great. Spend some time with yourself, or just go do something fun! You overwork yourself.”

“Wakasa Imaushi. Butterflies are not only beautiful, but also have mystery and symbolism. They are a metaphor representing transformation, change, hope and life. I know it was hard for you to change your ways and drop your own gang. But maybe it was time for a change? I notice how happy the guys make you. You just try not to show it, huh? Your “I’m too cool to give a fuck” face doesn’t work on me. Butterflies also remind us that life is short. So live your life to the fullest. You’re a cool dude.”

“Akashi Takeomi. To a warrior, a dragonfly tattoo represents agility, power, speed, victory, and courage. You remind me of a warrior. You’re this big scary guy (you’re not actually THAT scary..) and most people fear you. You have this strong aura around you. (You remind me of the God of war Ares. But better, because you’re a very nice guy. Thank you for always buying me drinks! I never thought I’d like that brand, because they seemed too sweet for my liking, but now I’m hooked.) Dragonflies encourage people to get rid of their doubts and live life to the fullest. You remind me of a dragonfly for some reason.”

“Arashi Keizo. Grasshoppers are interesting bugs. Their carefree life is a reminder to enjoy the pleasures of life. (I hope you’re enjoying your life, I think you’re a really great and friendly guy. Thank you for the snacks, you somehow always bring my favourite snacks?? Wizard.) Having the grasshopper as your spirit animal means that you have a lovely personality and people tend to enjoy your company. (I enjoy your company. And the other’s as well. Thank you, Sano, Akashi and Wakasa for always keeping me company. I now realise how lonely it was without you here.)”

Shinichiro starts to blush and realises you just screwed him over. The small crush he had on you, just turned into a way bigger one. They all smile and share the little notes they got with the portraits. And as they were trying to put the drawings back into the envelope, so they could safely bring them back home, they notice something written on it too.

BOYS WILL BE BUGS