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| Smut - * | Fluff - <3 | Angst - ★ | Personal fave -🌹 |
A/N: I will be rebranding all this soon and sorting it out so bear with the mess for now.
• Naruto •
Tobirama Senju
Tobirama Senju X Reader <3
Here For You ★ <3
Fire Which Didn't Burn ★🌹
Jealous Headcanons
Too Late ★
Confession Headcanons <3
Kakashi Hatake
Kakashi Hatake x Reader *
Unexpected <3
Home <3 🌹
Rock Lee
Rock Lee x Reader <3
• Genshin Impact •
Zhongli
'Please wait for me a little longer'★
Under The Glaze Lilly's Glow <3 🌹
Soft rambles <3
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Kamisato Ayato
Rocky beginnings <3
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Kazuha
Dino doodles <3
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Xiao
Mundane Things - HCs <3 🌹
Tighnari
Flower Stems- HCS <3
Marine biology <3
Taking care of your sister <3
Cyno
Taking care of your sister <3
Al-Haitham
Taking care of your sister <3
• Attack on Titan
Levi Ackerman
Crush - drabble <3🌹
Erwin Smith
After losing his arm - blurp <3
Hange Zoe
Back to bed <3
Jujutsu Kaisen
Nanami Kento
Amoris <;3
Satoru Gojo
Satosugu x reader *
Suguru Geto
Satosusugu x reader *
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Honkai: Star Rail
BootHill
Please can't fix - angst
• OCs/Personal Works•
Kaliyah Sen-Ryoko
Afterlife ★
Kaliyah Sen-Ryoko Wiki ★<3
AoT- Apolonija Ambrosia
Lore wiki <3 ★🌹
•Game of Thrones•
Jon Snow
Jon Snow Headcanons- <3
Jon with a baker s/o <3
First time *
Brienne Of Tarth
Red Roses <3
Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
'Please Wait For Me A Little Longer'
>Warnings: death, blood, description of wounds, character death(reader dies), angst, not really proof read, written before I even played the game so it may be a bit ooc
Characters: Zhongli/Morax x f/Reader
Words: 1,414
The field was littered with bodies and discarded weapons; the stench of blood billowed and blew all around through the blades of grass that swayed in the gusts of wind. It was disgusting, grotesque as the new colors of the once green and colorful field became steel and crimson. Trees laid broken in half from the massive strength of the stampede of the armies that galloped the whole place to the ground. Alas, over the centuries of life, Zhongli did not find that disturbing anymore, but in any other circumstances he wouldn't be as panicked as he was now. One person was missing, and he couldn't find her among the living. He wanted to scream his head off with your name on his lips but his throat closed tight and he hardly breathed as he ran through the field, looking over the many faces of the dead, twisted and gray. He ran like never before, his mind running ahead of his movements as he tried remembering if he ever even saw you after the battle began, he wished this was some cruel joke and that you were in the medical wing- a hand suddenly sprouted from the ground and grabbed him by the ankle.
Zhongli stumbles but catches himself, and before even he knows it, his spear digs itself into the head of the person; crunch of bones and squish of the man's insides go flying by Zhongli's ears as his eyes stare widely at the corpse. For a moment your face flashes before his eyes, thinking he had accidentally struck you, but he breathes a silent sigh of relief before another sound reaches his ears. This time he's frozen. Like a battle horn that had sung the death song today, your silent, pain filled moan of his name howls into his eardrum as if you were screaming. He has no time to even pull his spear away before he's spinning to the direction the sound came from- and there he sees you. Your limp body laying among the dead, barely moving, your back turned to him but you knew- you knew the feel of his presence, the smell he carried with him, you knew him.
His weight dropped beside you, and it was like he suddenly turned limp himself, as his eyes glued themselves on the awfully large gash below your ribs, metal shards and a blade sticking from it. Your hands were clutching on it previously, as evident by the cuts on your fingers. Zhongli's breath hitched, but his mind seemed to clear suddenly, an awful and scary realization dawned on him. The calm he found himself in was terrifying. His arms folded underneath you, and as if you were made of the most fragile glass, he brought you into his lap.
"Y/n.. darling.." he called softly, seeing how your lashes barely fluttered, how your eyes stared aimlessly, your pupils blown and tired.
"Zh... Zhongli.." it was death's whisper on your lips, words you managed to get out with the little breath you had in your damaged lungs. The taste of copper and iron stung your tongue and swallowing made it further worse, the sting in your body made it hard to do even the simplest thing as breathing; it was then when you realized your legs had gone completely numb. You could feel nothing but the biting cold.
"What happened to you my dear..? Hey... speak to.. me" he spoke, yet his voice seemed to stammer with the tightness of his throat, almost broken with sadness he felt take hold of his heart. His hand cupped beneath your cheek and his thumb tried to wipe away all the blood that bubbled and poured out of your mouth.
"I don't-.. i don... want to die.." you croaked out suddenly, voice breaking like his heart as you found strength to take hold of his hand. "Please..."
He held you closer, sharing all the warmth he could offer, arm wrapping around you and bringing you further into him. As your figure shivered he tucked your head beneath the crevice of his shoulder and neck. Your pleas echoed in his head, bringing tightness to his chest.
"Hush now... It will be alright. Just stay calm, the healers are already on their way.." he hushed softly to you as his tears threatened to spill with the lie he told. He knew no healers was close by, and he knew even if they were close that no one would be able to save you, not even a god would be... his heart was shattering at your sad flicker of a smile.
"I'll stay here with you, just relax...don't strain yourself" he said as he caressed your cheek. The hairs at the back of his neck rose at their ends at the way you stared through him, even if your eyes searched for him they didn't seem to find him. More rivulets of blood poured down your chin.
"Please... don't let.." he nodded swiftly, holding your head close to his chest as he knew you liked. Remembering all the time you had placed your head over his heart to listen to the steady rhythm he never seemed to lose. Only difference was that you carried your own steady rhythm back then, your own warmth and happiness and hope.
Celestia, he wanted to weep with you. But he didn't dare make your last moments more sorrowful than they already were.
"I will not. I'm staying right here.. How about I tell you a story while we wait..hm?" he felt you weakly nod, eagerly so, and he tried to get his throat to let him breathe, his adam's apple bobbing with anxiety he attempted to refuse to feel.
"I never told you about this story.. It is about a man; who was quite different from the standards his residency had written out. He didn't like change much and did everything to keep things running smoothly, his heart laid where his business and career were, duty and work were his girl and wife. He became rejected from the others due to this, as he grew quite detached.. yet there was reasoning to all his hard work, my dear. All the time he spent building his work, all the countless hours he had spent working were so his beloved could be happy.. a girl he had met not too long ago- you hear?- he.. he fell for her. Like a meteor from the sky.. He loved her so much. He loved her like the oceans loved the moon, and the way flowers loved the sun. And he would have done everything to see her smile and laugh, to see her safe and looked after-"
Your skin felt cold beneath his fingertips, and your eyes were fixated on his face suddenly. His thumb continued to caress your cheek, the softest of smiles stretched on his face. No.
No-
"-and he had her for a while. Those times were the happiest moments the man had ever lived through. He never wanted to leave them. He never did. The woman was so kind to him, so sweet and gentle and she knew all his weakest and softest spots, and she was the person he could rely on with even his darkest secrets he had kept buried for years long. He loved her, my dear, do you hear me..?"
No...
Your breathing had stopped with a shudder, your body becoming even heavier in his arms.
"He did everything for her, everything to see her smile- Oh, how he loved her smile..... Before that, before he met her, no one loved him. But with her, he knew- he was loved, she loved him like he loved her and more...Yet.. soon came fate, knocking on the door of their happy lives, and it took her away. The woman he loved so much so, even more than his duty and work. Fate took her away.... it took her away.. you hear..? they...took you away, my darling-" his tears finally spilled from his eyes, and he doubled over your body that had gone cold minutes ago.
Zhongli would have done anything to turn back time, and be with you again. To feel your warmth, see your smile, hear your laugh and to feel your lips on his. But like the ocean can't have the moon, he couldn't reach you anymore - no matter how much he wanted to.
Any confession headcanons for Tobirama? 🤧
A/n: Hello! I apologize for the long wait, I've been busy with work and studies but now I'm back to get some of these done. Hope you like them!
Warnings: none,
Confessions Headcanons
Tobirama would have a harder time acknowledging his feelings and coming to terms with them, even if you were someone he was very close with and if you were someone he had loads of trust in
That being said, his confession may take a very long time.
To his brother, his subtle changes in behavior around you, and the way he addresses you are a dead give away that you make his little brother feel a certain way
He just knows, with the almost bashed manner in which Tobirama sides with you that those feelings are positive.
Hashirama would feel obligated to give Tobirama and you a nudge, a push really, but the second Tobirama caught wind of that idea, he shut it down. This was his private affairs, he would deal with them himself.
Gradually, the time that takes Tobirama to accept his feelings turn into a period of mutual, at times oblivious, pining.
Then, he'd finally start planing on how to confess
It wouldn't be anything grandiose or that fancy, he just isn't a guy for it but he'd still like for it to have some meaning to add to the weigh of his words
It has been eating his inside out for the past few months, if not even years - he can't just blurt it all out no matter how he may come off as
So, he takes the chance to confess at your usual spot on a free weekend he has. A beautiful creek with a lush, giant of a tree watching over it. That was the place the two of you usually went to wind down together, to meditate or simply bask in each other's presence.
Tobirama remembers this spot all too well from his youth. Many memories surrounded that particular tree, with its branches hanging so low one might mistake the tree for an oversized willow. The tree had seen much tragedies over the years, including the ones from his youth but nonetheless the tree seemed to draw him in all the time. It brought him peace.
It drew him to meet you.
When he goes to confess, it's the first time he stumbles over his words, the first time warmer hues dust his cheeks, the first time Tobirama feels the anxious feeling of butterflies in his stomach - even if he tells himself he's perfectly calm, he is not.
You can feel he's nervous and trying to hide it
But he doesn't let you interrupt him, please don't, just let him get the words out
Finally, as he draws his conclusion, confession, to an end, he notices how your eyes twinkle with mirth and how your fingers flinch with withdrawn energy. Your chakra felt almost overwhelmingly excited and happy
He's almost confused, awe struck, shell-shocked - you name it
And when you take his hand in yours, he can finally feel the butterflies in his stomach explode into nothing and be replaced by a feeling of pure serenity. His peace of mind finally returned to him, and silently he vowed to make both of your lives better, as best his ability can allow.
Hi i'm new and i read and saw a lot of your work and all it's Amazing, i'm Just in love with your work,of i don't bother could i request a kakashi or hashirama or tobirama x self harm Reader,an headcanon or drabble where they found their lover cutting herself, Sorry if i bothered you or if i messd somethings up,cause i don't what Is a drabble but i think it's like a One shot bye
A/n: thank you so much for your kind words, I really do appreciate all of them and I seriously apologize for this being so late. Hope it's to your liking. On a more serious note, hope you all are doing well, take care<3
Warnings: Self harm, mention of knives/blades, blood, angst, sprinkle of fluff, some grammar mistakes maybe.
Characters: Kakashi, Tobirama, Hashirama x reader(separate)
Kakashi Hatake:
Kakashi is no stranger to these urges and strong emotions certain events(or people) might bring to someone, he has felt the same more times than he'd ever like to admit
He still sometimes looks back onto those dark days and recounts how many times he had almost lost his life due to those feelings and his irrational/hasty reaction to the same
During his relationship with his lover, he is certainly very gentle and soft, trying to accomodate them in any way he can to make sure they are alright
Even the thought of him accidentally causing you harm makes him gloomy and guilty
So, imagine his surprise and utter shock when he sees those scars littered across your skin, the skin he dreamt of kissing to show all the love he harbours for you
He had his suspicions from before, yet he never dared to point them out so early, so this truly broke his heart.
"Kakashi-" you try but you're immediately silenced, backed into a proverbial corner as he approached you and gathers your hands and arms in his. Pulling you to your feet he is quick to lead you to the bathroom and sit you on the toilet seat.
His lack of response is a scolding alone, a burn to the open wound in the moment and you can't help but feel guilty and even further horrible. But the moment you notice tears brimming on his lower lashes, do you understand that you misunderstood his actions.
"Y/n.. why did you do this?"
His tone is so shaky, unsure if he should even be speaking, fearful of making you close yourself from him. Internally he begs the heavens you comply and cooperate with him, he hopes he did everything right that you feel safe with opening up to him now
Kakashi had dressed up your cuts, the blood from before swirling down the drain. His fingetips are warm, palms lit with fire that strove to awaken the frozen forest, so careful in doing so.
If you start crying, he'll hold you, he'll caress your back and let you cry it all out. He'll lead you back to bed to get rest or to the kitchen to prepare you tea to warm you back up, a quick meal too if you so request
One thing is for certain and that is that he's going to become even more observant of you, spending even more time around you to ensure you're getting better and not getting any more of those horrible urges.
Kakashi reassures you how good you are, how special you are to him and to your friends, family, students; how much the elders love you and how much little kids yearn to hear your stories. He whispers sweet things into your ear before you fall asleep and even more encouraging words when you stir in his arms in the morning
"Darling, please, if you ever need any help - with anything - do not hesitate to tell me. I'm here for you.. you're not alone. You never were.."
Hashirama Senju:
As a legend of his time, both in war and art of healing, he has been met with the creatures that whispers bad things in one's ear.
Hashirama had that type of fortune that he was born into war, it molded him into the shape it willed and it almost made him yield. Almost.
As a healer, while in a relationship with you, he'd often check you for injuries - unconsciously so too. He had become so met with your body that he knew your immune system was lacking even before you did
Just by placing his hand on you, his chakra flows through you and feels around for any oddities.
"My flower, it's wonderful to see you again. How have you been?" Those words are the start of every conversation after his long days at work. No matter how tired he is, he still finds strength to smile and laugh for you. You are his heart, his sunshine and joy.
"It has been alright, I went to the market today and found some plants from lands afar. I'd like you to see them, perhaps you've seen one of them before"
His hands wrap around you, pulling you into a hug and as he goes to reply, all words suddenly evaporate on his tongue, his movements frozen.
You were hurt.
Hashirama is quick to question you about this, there is no way he is imagining this, he can't be that tired, can he?
Even if you try to shy away or hide this, he will be determined to check, especially when you display such nervousness as you never did before. Your relationship with him was always open, he made sure both of you had enough communication going on to avoid any possible issues
His reaction to wounds and scars you inflicted in yourself were rather too sad.
Hashirama exhales a shaky breath, his fingertips tracing over one particularly bad, red line and a small hue emits from his skin. The flesh beneath pales, stitching itself together with a small, pleasant, ache as it vanishes in the end. The man before you takes the arm he just healed and brings it to his lips, pausing as to reconsider his choices, or perhaps give you an opportunity to pull away- when you don't, he places feather light kisses along the skin.
As chatty and talkative as he is, he can't help but feel at loss for words in that moment, he doesn't know what to say. Images of the family members and close friends that perished float behind his closed eyelids
He vocalizes his thoughts finally, an awkward beginning but as he talks on his tone holds such color and warmth to them that rings true to your ears
He won't be satisfied until you both reach some agreement that would ensure you would stop this; if you don't feel like talking immediately he would understand and postpone this talk until you felt ready
If he wasn't gentle enough with you, he definitely was now. Treating you as softly as he treats the petals of the flowers in his greenhouse. There is no one more special to him, than you.
"Y/n, let us talk this out, I vowed to be with you through calm and storm alike. Don't hide yourself from me, my love.. don't hide your scars- the most beautiful flowers bloom from within trees damaged by storms."
Tobirama Senju:
The silver head, grumpy man never imagined he'd be in such love as he is with you, never imagined himself caring for anyone else so deeply as he cares for his last brother, but yet here he is
His feelings for you are unmatched, as much as he dislikes to put those on display, he does his best to make up for it through acts of service and occasionally a subtle word of encouragement and sometimes even affection
Through this silent language the two of you built, you strengthened your relationship even further with him.
Still, with how busy he gets, it is not rare that the two of you get separated for longer periods of time. Not seeing each other for so long is difficult, but the wait feels regarding nonetheless when he shows up to bring you to a meal, a stroll, anywhere to spend time with you
Tobirama is used to seeing you tired, especially during late nights when he returns from the office, tired himself. It's only normal you're tired this late at night
But one night at his arrival, it felt different. He smelled the signature irony smell too many times before, so when he caught scent of it he almost immediately felt his heart drop
He is a logical, strategic man, brought into the war just like his brother and the survival, warrior instinct that hadn't healed during the time of peace, swiftly set his body and mind into action
He was terrified inside, the worst case scenario question flaring in his mind - was he too late?
Much to his relief and horror simultaneously, he found you alive, but you were hurt, and the damage was done by your own hand
He didn't know how to react, but he called out to you, his gruff voice dropping an octave and going as softly as it could.
He approached you so cautiously, his eyes felt glued to you but they were looking for the towels in the shelf you were close to.
The silver of his hair shines in the golden lamplight as he moves with calculated steps, like in every aspect of his life these moves are also had to be perfect. Now more than any other time. His throat bobs as he swallows, his deft, calloused hands wrapping the bandages around your arms, although he has already healed mentioned wounds.
"Y/n.. I don't want to see this happen again.."
It's tough, what he begins his gentle scolding with, but he has to make sure to fill you in on what you were doing, what you truly did. In your mind, you may think you were giving yourself 'well deserved punishment' or something of that like, you were clearly distressed too.
His words carry the undertones of his own anxiety but he doesn't let his tone shake and weaver unlike his brother. That is not to say he doesn't care, or that he's trying to pressure you further, he just wants you to understand that he(or anyone else) doesn't see you in the same light you see yourself in
Tobirama isn't as showy and touchy, but he makes sure you feel especially loved and cared for that night. He caresses your hand and back, making sure you're tucked under the warm blankets and shielded away from the world as much as he can
In the days following he does have more talks with you, slowly taking steps to ensure you understand and are cooperative to let him help you out
If you agree, he'll also get Hashirama involved. Since Tobirama isn't as bright or bubbly as his brother, he truly believes another, more energetic presence may aid you further into letting the stress and worries go
He leaves notes around the house when he's away, and little snacks and trinkets for you to find, just a small show of his love while he's absent. And when he returns, he makes sure to show you himself too, that you're loved and cared for.
"Today was quite eventful, wasn't it? But today is now gone, and tomorrow is soon upon us.. I have been able to postpone some certain matters ahead to free up this week. From this day on, it will all be eventful too. I'd say it's time we make a schedule, what would you like to do, my dear?"
• Under The Glaze Lilly's Glow
- A request for @c-a-v-e-town !
A/n: But, no- I feel the same. Zhongli is a big comfort to me and admittedly, he made some rough times easier, so you know I had to do this one first. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, and thank you for the birthday wishes!. I do hope you enjoy this! :)
Content: fluff, drabble, F/Reader, use of (Y/n), soft Zhongli, established relationship, a little bit suggestive at the end but no NSFW in this one. Zhongli has arms like in his Archon days, not heavily proof read.
Words: 1,260
“Are you most certain you must leave us all so soon?” Iron Tongue Tian asked as the gentleman in the first table at his right rose from his seat.
“Past certain, my friend” - Zhonglis' polite, yet tempered tone replied as he gathered what few possessions he brought, that being a sweetly tied up box that fit into his palm. “I have an important person I must meet, and if I am any more late I'm afraid she will worry herself ill” - he excused himself, bidding farewell to the storyteller and any familiar faces that tuned in to listen to the tonight's tale of the mighty Rex Lapis, oblivious to the fact they were in the company of the same. He heard the others bid their goodbyes to him, and he responded to them accordingly before his body was swallowed by the distance and the crowd of the evening markets.
Having wandered these streets for a millenia too long, watching them be built, he was able to walk with his eyes closed without a worry he would slip or bump into anything. Zhongli walked under the towering iron-and-stone gate, taking note of the glaze lilies at the sides of the public gardens. Their gentle smell was ever present, and unmistakable, carrying the weight of many memories, old and fresh. In the past, he would have seen the horrible views of the Archon War, his mind plagued with grotesque images but now, all he sees is her.
One of the blue stems found its way between his gloved fingers, firm and bigger than other blooms, still waiting for night to fall to reveal its true beauty, yet none of it could be compared to the one's beloved. Zhongli arrived moments before she did, stripping off his long coat and heavy layers until was left in the simple plain shirt and pants he wore only around the house, relieving himself of modesty that covered his coal colored arms and the golden marks that spanned like veins.
Sooner rather than later, the house came alive once more as the long haired man waltzes about, putting the kettle onto the stove along with another pan for dinner he was planning to prepare. The wafting smell is what greets his beloved when she walks in, a mix between mildly sweet herbs and salt water that was boiling, the meat already half way done.
“Zhongli, I'm home!” - she called out, despite hearing his light footsteps nearing her position in the short hall; already having heard her entrance.
“Oh, my love-” - Zhongli greeted, taking hold of a grocery bag tucked beneath her arm and helping her up once she removed her shoes so he could gaze upon her face, tucking away the stray hairs the wind had swept from her hairstyle. To say he missed her was a big understatement, and no words he ever has known or possessed in his vocabulary is sufficient enough to say so. His lips greet hers in a fleeting kiss with a promise of more laced into it. “How was your day? I've already prepared us some tea and a quick meal to lighten our spirits, should you be tired out”
The conversation is swiftly lost amidst the exhaustion and the smells and his warm touches and words. It flew by too swiftly, like a mountain spring until it reached flat ground where it slowed its course. That being the moment when all tea cups have been emptied, the food eaten and her finding her place in his arms on their shared bed. Finding themselves covered by the thick veil of night, the two lovers intertwined, becoming a big mass of shadows while there was no light source in the room, only one, coming from the outside.
Little to no words are exchanged between them, her hands caressing his back while his rubbed soothing circles into her naked hips. “I've missed you..” - she breathed, meanwhile his lips found her hairline and pressed against it. The golden lined comb he had gifted her tonight lay on the nightstand.
“Not as much as I missed you '' - he responded gently, a tone carrying warmth only reserved for her and her alone. The glaze lilly he had placed in a little vase of water had spread its petals wide, bathing them in the silver waterfall cascading from the window. “You have too much effect on me, I should be ashamed to have fallen so hard. But I am not, and I never will be.." Zhongli added with a curl of his lips, pulling back to find her eyes in the dimmed setting. The color he remembers she possesses is drowned out, but her beauty prevails nonetheless. With the silver outline of her cheek, hairs and nose as her back was turned to the window, he couldn't help but go speechless.
His love playfully scoffs, rolling onto her back with one arm remaining around his shoulder. “All you do is flatter me, day in and day out.. You have no end.. Why do you never let me show you my affections too?” - (Y/n) teased softly, in no way offended with his non stop praise that effortlessly flew past his lips.
“Flattery? My words are no mere flattery, they are the truth I hold within my heart, and I intend to keep proving it to you until the time itself comes to an end” Zhongli promised with an airy, quiet laugh, dragging himself up to his elbow to hover above her. The long strands of his freely flowing hair cascade over his shoulders and tickle her exposed skin that gathered a pearly glow. Her heart has accepted him as he is, in his entirety and he can never repay that kindness enough, no matter how many times she told him there was no need, as this was no favor - this was love. Love they both mutually felt for each other.
“You, my dearest, have become my everything. I love you.. with my body and soul” - his face came near, stealing the air from her lungs with his lips brushing against her own as well as the tips of their noses. A cord is struck, or maybe it has been struck since the moment she stepped into the house, but its effects are showing now. A deep rooted feeling, walking the thin line between overwhelming love and a form of sadness deranged from the same happiness brought by this tenderness.
“I love you” - She whispered, so quietly he almost missed it. Her hand found his face and rested atop of it, thumbing at his soft cheek. That's when he finally gave in to the feeling of yearning, tilting his chin up and meeting her lips into a gentle kiss. The soft plush of her pressed against him is what will be the end of him, and he doesn't regret it, nor stop it. He accepts it with open arms and allows her to deepen the kiss as she pleases, following her pace as she sets it.
“I know- and I love you even more” - Zhongli told her between the dance of the kiss, their air supplies dwindling significantly, but neither pull away. (Y/n) chuckles lightly at his claim, cradling his face with both hands and pulling him on top of her, feeling how his warmth radiated off of him in tidal, gentle waves that caress the shore that was her. He was her love, her life, her support, and she would do anything to see him smile every day too - just like he would do everything for her to remain happy, and at his side.
Ⓒ n0tamused 2022. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
arranged marriage fics w ayato got me in a chokehold.. theyre initially a bit cold to each other but something happens and they slowly warm up… and i extra love when the wife is a clever, snarky woman too do ya mind writing this one
• Rocky beginnings
A/n: Hey anon, I can definitely do that :) Arranged marriage is one of my favorite tropes too, I will have to admit. On another note, this would be my first time writing Ayato on here, so I so hope it's satisfactory and not too out of character. Enjoy!
Content: drabble, a little bit of suggestive words, still SFW, f/reader.
Words: 1.098
What once was a bitter seed of their marriage blossomed into a sweet tree bearing fruit of honey and sugar. Ayato was a stranger to the sensation, never expecting himself to warm up to his wife, as adverse as that was.
However queer this was, he could not help but gravitate towards it, not refusing it. Little by little, he grew fond of this new entity in his home. It's a miracle such a fragile seed survived all their harshness. His wife would seldom spend quality time with him, and when she did it was to appease the public or the family. It was all out of obligation, Ayato knew. He always felt a specific kind of disappointment, seeing how his marriage was compared to the one of his late parents. How sad too. He always wanted a marriage like theirs, yet the future didn't look any better.
The start of their relationship was clear. Something so rocky cannot be forgotten, it can only be overshadowed by these newer experiences. When did their marriage start to take turns for the better; when did they start sleeping in the same room; when did they start being with each other for other reasons than obligation? Neither of them could pinpoint the exact moment or time.
And now when she smiles at him through closed eyes and the cup pressed to her lip, he knew some droll thought had shone its light to her mind. “What is it?” he questioned immediately, turning to face her with his hand placing his own cup down.
“You'd like to see me in a silk kimono” - she drawled, eyes narrowed and reminiscent of that of a kitsune roaming the wilderness around the Estate. For a moment he thought he was too harsh to say which clothing would suit her for the occasion. The answer wasn't something he really expected, and it did not sate his curiosity in the slightest. But instead of calling her out, being straight forward like anyone else, he grabs hold of his love by the arm gingerly, drawing her attention away from her drink and to his face.
“I would love to see you in such silk garments..” - he leans into her ear, one hand cupped so no one else around could hear, even if they were alone. “.. so I could tear it off you” - he finished, his azure eyes watching her own as the realization of his words sunk in. A light of something mischievous and undefined glimmered behind her irises and when their gazes met again, he knew his little jest barely did anything to place him in a higher position. Oh, how he was not used to this shift in control. She wasn't one of his retainers, he will have to be reminded again and again.
“Should you tear my silk kimono..” she started, eyes sharp and fixed on him, her hand that discarded her cup on the table sliding up his side despite the danger of Ayato's retainers walking in and witnessing this rather inappropriate exchange.
“..I will blacken your eye..” she finished with a curl of her lips, smirking at her love who felt just as mischievous, but at a loss for proper words to bite back. Her hand suddenly disappeared, and he found himself missing the touch, as foreign as it still was. Her body stepped away, looking over the rest of the foods they came to try, to pick the most appropriate ones for the upcoming anniversary, one of their own wedding.
“We have enough time to see who will last longer. But I warn you, you will find no easy game with me” - Ayato cautioned as he clutched two pairs of hashi, handing one to her once they sat down.
“Good. I loathe a dull challenge - if you can even call it that when it comes to you. But I should remind you, my father will not like it if he finds me bored in this place. You ought to be at your best behavior once he arrives” - (Y/n) told Ayato, placing one hand to her chin in thought of which dish to sample first. She had to make sure to avoid any dishes that may cause harm, or to which some of their known guests may be allergic to, their taste came first to her own. Thoma was kind enough to make a vast assortment of all kinds of dishes - sweet and savory and everything in between.
Ayato scoffs, placing a clean cloth across his lap and giving her a nearly scornful look, only the ghost smirk on his lips betrays each intention of that edged look. “As if I treat you with anything less of respect, '' he pointed out.
His eyes widened in the slightest as she picked a mini onigiri and offered it to him. When he goes to bite it, the treat is moved out of his reach and directly into her mouth. She chomps thoughtfully, holding eye contact with her husband whose mouth hangs agape like a fish plucked from water.
“Close your mouth, it's not appropriate to gawk at someone like that” Her finger pushes his jaw shut, the motion in its nature is gentle, but it mocks him and teases him. Once more, Ayato is at a loss, for both words and rational thought. "Oh- Don't make that face. Here, it's no joke this time” And as she promises, she feeds him one of the delicious Onigiri, not surprising considering who the chef was.
“Mm..It will be difficult to decide which dishes to pick, hm? All of these are packed with enough flavor and are in no way too heavy on the gut” - Ayato commented once he swallowed, taking a look at the other dishes, recognizing all of them from times before, only few were unfamiliar, and he was sure those were safe to consume. Thoma wasn't the one to spice food too much. “You can feel free to disregard me from making a choice here, as I will fare well with all of these. I'm not picky. Thoma made these according to our tastes, whether he wants to admit it or not”
“A difficult task. But I will not allow you to slip away so easily. You will stay here, with me” - His wife's voice stopped him before he could even place his hashi down, earning a curious look from those tender, ocean eyes.
Ayato looks at her, trying to gauge out any signs that she was jesting once more, but after he finds none, he simply sighs and nods. “As my lady wishes” Ayato smiles, picking his chopsticks up and grabbing another piece of a savory dish, offering it to her.
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Can you make xiao headcannons? It could be about anything you prefer but if you aren’t sure then an idea is daily life
A/N: A very late response to this, my apologies! I do hope you like this regardless. I did a mixed bag of some headcanons for Xiao here.
Pairings: Xiao x Gn! Reader (headcanons)
Xiao, the heroic, youthful, or demonic, looking man on top of Wangshuu Inn?
One would say he doesn't do much at all, other than sit there and bask in the elements around - not caring whether it's raining, snowing or if it's a blazing sun outside
Xiao cares very little as for what the ordinary, mortal lives think of him. As long as he's fulfilling his duty, protecting them - he is satisfied, and needs no other opinion. He's been doing this for over 3000 years, he knows what he's doing.
Some days are more peaceful than others, and he does laze around, enjoying the warm southern breeze that carries that specific smell that remind him of times long gone
Xiao is able to both reminisce about the long and recent past while standing guard, in his own peculiar way.
The look in his eyes grows duller, softer like silted waters, but he's not losing himself in those murky waters. Some of those memories would be downright terrifying to someone else, as they hail from a time darker than even the Archon War.
When on duty he is as meticulous as anyone would expect, and just as cool and distant when interacting with others, should he really have a need for it
Yet, every now and then he does run into more... domestic things that he couldn't have predicted or escaped. Like aiding a half blind eldery to collect the bamboo shoots, being mistaken for their grandchild due to his height, or helping a child find a way home or get their toy back. These are all people of Liyue, or they just happened to be on those grounds. Xiao is a sworn spear of protection to them.
For his close ones, the ones that are still alive, he makes sure to check in every once in a while, or at least send some things their way so they know they're on his mind
He's not the one to write letters, and has a penchant for a sort of "acts of service" type of show, so if he really must send some paper, he makes a talisman to make up for the lack of words on the paper. Or anything of that sort, even infusing a little bit of his power into the pieces so that it would last longer
If you're someone he truly does care about, or you simply don't want to leave him to rot in his solitude, the act of visiting the old graves and tombs of old comrades and friends with you warms his heart in a comforting way that's still unfamiliar to Xiao
He enjoys listening to you talk about the people he seldom has time or the will to interact with, even if he finds some of their interests weird or pointless, he likes to hear all the variety of personalities and jobs. So much has changed over the years, and so much has also stayed the same. He likes to hear how the Harbor has grown, inside and outside.
During Lantern Rites, he would hope you'd join him, he even goes through the "tedious task" of acquiring a Xiao lantern that the two of you can set into the sky when the time comes. You would do so from one of the mountain tops surrounding Liyue, and both of you can watch the your lone light join the other dozen ones
It's a magical moment to him, no matter how keen he is on rejecting that claim later on. In that moment he's not the Vigilant Yaksha ridden with Karma, he's not general Alatus, he's not a bird with a broken wing nor is he some random immortal soldier. He's just.. Xiao.
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since your aot blurbs requests are open can i ask for an erwin smith x reader and how he'd definitely be private with your relationship but it's no longer a secret when he almost dies and his arm is gone (💀) and the scouts find out and their reactions?
Sorry if the requests aren't open I must have misread! Anyway love your writing (and drawing) so yea thanks<33
A/N: Started working on this the moment I got the request because one thing I can't get enough of is Erwin Smith. Anyway, this is a bit lengthier than a blurb, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3 Thank you for the request and your kind words. I may expand on this some other time, just to write more on the actual interaction between reader and Erwin.
Genre: fluff, tinge of angst if you squint really hard, gn reader
“Did you hear?”
“How didn’t we notice before?”
“-it was right under our noses and we missed it”
“Have you ever seen them-?”
By the sheer volume of their disbelief and glowing eyes, one could easily mistake the situation for what it was. To say it was surprising would be an understatement, even downright shocking to some. For them to not have found out sooner about their Commander’s private affairs was a big deal. Levi found a great deal of amusement in these sudden rumors and whispers, even entertaining some of them while you were close enough to hear it. To fluster you or irritate you, you couldn’t exactly tell, but he was fanning the flames either way. As he was the only one privy to know of your relationship with Erwin from its start, he became the center target for these sorts of questions while you were cooped up in Erwin’s room.
You almost lost him..
His hand rested clasped between the two of yours as he slowly came in and about his consciousness, blinking open slowly only to be met with the observing stares of you and the doctor. He knew you were biting back on a scolding and a whole waterfall of tears, he could tell by that tell-tale twitch of your brows and the light tremor in your fingers that held him like you were his last link to this place. And you were..
While the rest of the scouts gossiped and entertained plenty of ideas of their Commander and you, Erwin’s room was filled with gentle sobs and scoldings before it simmered down to smoother conversations. You found yourself glued to his side of the bed, unable to leave unless you saw him consume something, anything. And when he did he came to learn from both you and Levi about these news, but instead of shock or displeasure he found himself chuckling.
“Well.. the cat is out of the bag now. What would be the use of pretending it's not” he smiled, his light stubble giving him a touch of domesticity and something less refined that you scarcely got the chance to witness any other time. He didn’t even try to brush his hair with his fingers, letting you hold him in your grasp, knowing both of you needed it. He looked so himself in that moment, and his bright eyes glistened with tender mirth as he looked over at you. Maybe if he wasn’t so hellbent on this dream of his, you’d see more of him in this raw light.. but no matter where he chose to tread you swore to follow him.
He sighed, rubbing his thumb on the skin of your hand, shaking his head a little as he looked down in his lap, losing himself in his thoughts. It would be a lie to say that this wasn’t something both of you hoped wouldn’t happen, or at least not in this fashion, but neither of you were angry about it. This spared you both some confessions and awkward sappy speeches, so perhaps it could be viewed as a blessing in disguise.
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My friends have been suggesting I open up writing commissions, and that'd be fun to at least try out, but I'd like to see if there's any interest for that 👁️👄👁️
(also for anyone experienced in writing commissions, any tips on pricing them?)