Natural form era dress, late 1870s - early 1880s
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I would like you to know that I am crying so much
this manga killed me
I will never get over obamitsu they are my everything
rest in peace to all my favorite characters who died, shinobu, genya and tokitou especially
maybe it's stupid to be saying this about fictional characters but they mean a lot to me so uh
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I finally got a Genya item!
Now I'm off to go be aggressive and awkward.
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Genya is going to his first school trip and his family tries to encourage him.
AU were they are an actual family cus i love the idea of them being one 😌💞💖
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I DID IT. AND I ENDED UP FARMING 50 MORE HEARTS IDK HOW
TIME TO SAVE FOR NEXT SE
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They're soo adorable!!! I want to see Gen go on a mission as a bunny tho lol
also my team lost BUT I GOT THE DRESS AND THE MAKEUP AND THAT'S WHAT MATTERS BECAUSE I LOOK SUPER CUTE NOW!!!
This makeup is also cuter than the first makeup from the first moon bunny battle event. Both are pretty but this one is adorable!!!
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Hi. Um.. I'm the one who sent you the sanemi x sis!reader x genya. I turn the ask anon because I was to shy to the people who follow you to see who ask and can I request inosuke or giyuu incest (I have a incest kink) fucking their lil sister and maybe got caught too or muzan fucking his little daughter sleeping or awake and again got caught
There's no need to be shy! 🤗 And thanks for requesting! I’ve done a Inosuke x Little sister! Reader incest before: Here.
I’m gonna be doing both the Giyuu x Little sister! Reader and the Muzan x Daughter! Reader so it may be pretty short for both of the oneshots.
INCEST: DON’T LIKE THEN DON’T READ AND DON’T COMMENT.
WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, Incest, somnophilia, dubcon, oral (female and male receiving), semi-public sex, slight degradation, slight edging, overstimulation, squirting, breeding, face fucking.
Giyuu x Little sister! Reader
“G-Giyuu-nii, this is too...!” (y/n) clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle the moans that escaped her throat. Her thighs squeezed his head as his tongue lapped at her arousal.
They had just finished attending a meeting regarding which area the pillars should each patrol. (y/n) had been teasing Giyuu non-stop, her foot pressing against the bulge in his pants as she sat across from him. He lasted throughout the meeting, his poker face deceiving everyone.
Everyone had just left when he had dragged (y/n) into one of the storage closets, sitting her down on the counter before proceeding to eat her out.
“Be quiet unless you want everyone to find out what a slut you are for your brother. Did you want everyone to find out?” (Y/n) shook her head, letting out a squeak when Giyuu slapped her thigh,
“Use your words.”
“N-No G-Giyuu-nii.” (y/n) dug her fingers into his hair, bringing him closer, his nose nudging against her clit. Her toes curled, her hips thrusting to meet with his tongue that continously plunged into her aching cunt,
“M’gonna cu-” She was cut off by Giyuu stopping his movements. Her brows furrowed, a pout adorning her face,
“Wha- Why?” A small smirk appeared on Giyuu’s face,
“Bad girls need to be punished~”
“Please, Giyuu-nii...! I promise i won’t do it again!” Giyuu was a softie when it came to his little sister especially when she begs him for something. His lips pressed against hers as he whispered,
“You better keep to your word, or the punishment will be worse...” (y/n) nodded, her legs spreading open for him.
“Please Giyuu-nii... Make me cum~”
“Such a good slut for me~” (y/n) drooled at the sight of his cock, impatiently waiting for him to make her feel full with his seed. Gripping her plush thighs, Giyuu easily slips inside, her warm cunt wrapping around his length. He wastes no time pounding into her, holding her down onto the table by her hips. One of her legs swung over his shoulder, making him enter at a deeper angle, the tip of his cock pushing against her cervix. His girthy cock stretched her out, his balls slapping against her ass with each rough thrust.
Her hands gripped onto the table as she was flipped around, ass raised in the air as Giyuu showed no signs of stopping, his cock abusing her cervix each time he thrusted back in. His tongue licked a stripe up her neck, his lips sucking bruises into her skin that was sure to last long. His cock is reaching so deep inside, she thought she was about to break.
Startled. (y/n) looked over her shoulder only to make eye contact with none other than Sanemi. His cheeks turned bright red when he realised what he had stumbled upon. It was noticeable that he was turned on by the scene.
“Wai- What. What are you doing?!” Giyuu gave him a glare,
“Shut up. Either join in or leave. I know you like (y/n).” (y/n)’s eyes widened,
“B-But Giyuu-nii...!” His eyes softened as he looked at you,
“I’ll never do anything to hurt you, will i?” She shook her head, a pout on her lips. Sanemi shut the door, his whole face still red as he cleared his throat.
“You’re not allowed anywhere near her pretty pussy. That’s mine. You can use her mouth.” Hesitantly, Sanemi nodded. Giyuu repositioned (y/n), placing his haori on the floor so that her hands and knees wouldn’t hurt.
“Suck.” (y/n) obliged Giyuu’s command, stretching her mouth to fit Sanemi’s cock into her mouth. The tip was red, leaking precum, and his cock was thick, enough to rival Giyuu’s.
Your warm and wet mouth wrapped around his thick cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat and nearly making you gag. Your vision blurred with the tears as you tried to breathe through your nose.
Giyuu tugged your hair slightly as he entered, your back arching. You feel so full, your mouth aching from the stretch and the weight of Sanemi’s cock, and your cunt being stuffed with your brother’s cock.
Your moans made Sanemi groan, his hands going to the back of your head and pushing you further along his length. Fuck, he didn’t know if he could control himself any longer. He wanted to fuck your face so bad, seeing the teary look you give him when he gags you on his cock.
“Shit, you’re so good at this...” Sanemi groans under his breath. Your throat squeezed around the tip and he lost it. His hips wouldn’t stop thrusting into your mouth, the warmth and the tightness nearly making him reach his high.
Giyuu’s thrusts were rough and merciless as he impaled you over and over again. His hands dug into your hips, moving you with his thrusts,
“That’s it, princess. Gonna fill you with my cum. Make you pregnant~ You like that?” You couldn’t think straight, your mind turning to mush as you were pulled between the two of them. You hummed trying to nod your head as you pushed back against Giyuu’s thrusts. Your stifled moans were broken and hoarse when Giyuu emptied his load inside you, your cunt clenching around him as you also released, creaming around his cock. Sanemi let out a groan before pulling out at the last second, cumming all over your face.
His cum landed in your mouth, one of your eyes closed as his seed covered your face. Sanemi cursed under his breath, the scene before him nearly turning him on. You collapsed on the floor, too tired to move.
“Giyuu-niiiii~ I feel s’full...”
“Mm, you did well.” Sanemi helped you clean the cum off your face as Giyuu dressed you up again.
Muzan x Daughter! Reader
After a hard day’s work, Muzan retreated to his sleeping quarters. He was frustrated and pent up from the stupidity of the lower moons. All he could think about was ridding his frustration by burying his cock deep inside of you.
Letting out a sigh, he closed the door behind him, quiet enough to not wake you. After all, it brought him joy to see your groggy state and the realisation that he was fucking you after you had woken up.
“Baby, your so pretty for daddy~” His hand stroked your cheek, caressing it before giving you a kiss. You were in nothing more than Muzan’s t-shirt, turning him on even more. He palmed his erection through his pants, his other hand toying with your cunt.
You started letting out moans, your thighs clenching together. Muzan smirked,
“What a naughty dream you must be having...” His fingers skillfully entered you, pressing and rubbing against your walls.
“Ah, mmn...” Your breathy moans were music to his ears, his fingers speeding up the pace. Your cunt twitches around his thick digits, covering them in the creamy liquid as he rubs his fingers quickly over your clit. The pleasure left you humping against his hand, your body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His wrist flicked with every move, your thighs trembling as he brought you closer to ecstasy. With a violent tremor, you climaxed all over the sheets, the clear liquid spraying over Muzan’s hand.
His fingers continued to rub against your sensitive clit causing you to shiver from the intense amount of pleasure. Involuntarily, your body moved backwards, trying to escape Muzan’s touch. He tutted,
“My pretty baby, don’t run away.” He grabbed your thigh, wrapping it firmly around his waist as he continued to thrust his fingers into the most pleasurable spot. Your toes curled as his thumb pressed against your clit, stimulating another release from you. Muzan wondered how you hadn’t awakened yet. He removed his clothing, not wanting to waste another chance before sinking inside you. It felt like the closest place to heaven for him. His cock teased your entrance, his fingers spreading your labia, allowing cold air to enter you. You shivered, slowly starting to stir.
“My baby... So cute...” He plunged into you, diving into the pleasure. Muzan groaned at the way your walls squeezed around his cock, making it hard for him to remember why he was so frustrated in the first place. His large hands grabbed your ass, slamming his hips against you in a rough manner. You felt so good, he couldn’t help it. Your eyes slowly opened, surprised to see your daddy,
“Mm, ah!... D-Daddy?” Muzan’s gaze directed towards your face, looking at your cute expression,
“Did you have a nice nap, my baby?”
“Mm...” You felt really sticky and full, your body moving with his harsh thrusts,
“S’too much daddy...!” Your body was oversensitive from your previous orgasms, the pleasure overwhelming you. Tears appeared near the corner of your eyes as his cock brushed against your cervix.
“Shh, it’s fine, you wouldn’t want to wake everyone up,do you?” You sniffled, shaking your head. His thrusts continued, each time hitting at a deeper angle. The lewd squelching sounds were louder as time passed, the pace of his thrusts growing quicker and rougher. He didn’t want to hurt you, his baby, but he couldn’t help it when you were so damn gorgeous whenever he fucked you stupid. Your mumblings were incoherent, babbling words that didn’t even make sense. Drool dripped from the sides of your mouth, slipping down your chest.
“C-Cum...! Gon’a cum, d-daddy!” He put pressure on her swollen clit, rubbing harsh circles against it,
“Cum for me, my pretty baby~”
Akaza was walking down the hallways, passing by Muzan’s room. He heard strangely weird and erotic noises coming through the door. Curiosity killed the cat, but clearly he couldn’t care less. He opened the door slightly, the sight sending blood rushing down. Even if it was wrong for Muzan to be fucking his own daughter, Akaza had to admit that he was majorly turned on.
‘Shit. She’s so fucking hot.’ His thoughts were clouded with you, his eyes glued onto your form. His hand went into his pants, swiping the precum from the tip and moving his hand slowly down his length. He sucked in a breath, his hips bucking into his hand.
Something trickled down his nose when you released. Your cum spraying all over Muzan’s body, your back arching off the matress before slumping back down. Your whines turned him on even more when Muzan had continued to slam into you.
“P-Please daddy, no more...”
“I’m nearly there baby~” Your sudden tightening around Muzan made him groan before burying his dick inside you. His load filled up your stomach, Muzan not pulling out until he pumped you full of his seed.
“S’warm...” You were dozing off, the warmth of his semen making you sleepy. Muzan brushed your hair out of your face, kissing your lips.
The blood from Akaza’s nose nearly leaked onto the floor. He rushed to his room before Muzan could find him and slaughter him for witnessing his daughter’s bare body.
I hope you enjoyed this! Personally, i prefer the Muzan oneshot over the Giyuu one, because i felt like the Muzan one was written better, but i hope you all liked both of them! I’ve still got so many requests left to do because I’m such a lazy author.
The next request:
Obanai x Sanemi’s little sister! Reader. It’s a part 2 of the Incest! Sanemi x Little sister! Reader x Genya.
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the grishaverse characters sexualities in my opinion
alina-bi with a preference for men. you can’t tell me that nothing was happening between her and genya
mal-straight. was a little homophobic that sometimes ur like is he fruity. has now come to terms with his wife’s sexuality
darkling-honestly to be determined. may be pan. idk. definitely aromantic. alina was the closet thing he got to love but he just doesn’t feel it
zoya-straight. as much as I wish she wasn’t she just doesn’t have the fruity vibes
nikolai-definitely a bisexual you can’t tell me he didn’t have a thing for his childhood best friend in kos because i won’t believe you
genya-a lesbian. look david is the exception, he is her soulmate but besides that this girl is 100% gay or maybe that’s just me wishing she was but it’s fine
tomar-non-binary and a lesbian. maybe uses she/they but could be they/them
toyla-aroace, bisexual and uses he/they.
david-he’s straight but a great ally. when you come out to him he would not blink twice. our unbothered king. i miss him
kaz-pan but let’s be honest he will only ever have eyes for inej. he lowkey thought jesper was hot but nothing more.
inej-also pan. has never had time to explore her sexuality with all genders. even if she never dates or hooks up with a women she is still pan.
jesper-our double bi-con. both biracial and bisexual. he likes both and is not afraid to admit it. definitely very flirty. and we all know he had a huge crush on kaz
nina-our other bi-con. but waffles over people any day. inej made her blush once in a very non straight way.
mathias-straight but just like he had to unlearn that grisha were inhuman, and women were weak, he had to unlearn that same sex couples are wrong. and now is super supportive
wylan-he’s a twink and we all know it. he’s so gay it hurts. honestly it shocks me that daddy van eck cared more about his dyslexia then his sexuality. also it’s not surprising, if i was a guy i’d be in love with jesper too.
kuwei-girl we been know he was gay.
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Genya isn’t used to the working hours of a Hashira so he often comes home and immediately passes out. Here, he got home when Sen and Mui woke up. He went to say hello just to doze off right where he stood.
Also, I decided to make Sen a closeted trans woman. Because I decided to have her wear her mother’s old clothes and my friend drew her in women’s kyudo uniform. So we just decided to roll with it! I think the only people that really would know are Genya and Mui. Possibly Oyakata-sama.
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My dar(k)ling – The Darkling x reader
Pairing: The Darkling x reader
Summary: just mixed emotions and love struggles
A/N: "milaya" = darling/honey
– Rise and shine!
You growl quietly rolling on your other side covering face with a blanket. Seems you closed your eyes only five minutes ago, and here you are, listening to Genya's chirrupping in your room with her love to early mornings.
In times like this you regret you don't have Aleksander's shadow powers. At least the sun would not he a problem.
Aleksander. Damn him.
For the whole night you couldn't choose how you should act with the man, now when you know everything about him. Or at least you hope that it was the most of his past that you learnt.
– Why can't you come a bit later, huh?
– I've already come later, Y/N. In case you didn't see the time.
You raise your head to see the watch on your wall, realizing it is already close to the noon. Fortunately it is your day off and you have only one training at the evening.
You look at the tailor's careless face expression and have only to envy her mood.
– What happened? - the woman sits next to you on the bed.
– Why do you think something happened?
– As much as you don't like early starts, this time something is different, - Genya finally moves the blanket from your face, inspecting your red eyes. – And these bags under your eyes-
– Fine, - you try to shake her hands gently and get out of the bed. – I just fell asleep late at night.
– Or early in the morning.
You sigh tiredly, but with that smirk on your face, that appears every time, when Genya is around.
Honestly, you can't ask for a better friend, than her. Along with Fedyor, David and even Ivan. They became the closet to you.
Despite your anger towards Baghra you did mean every word you said to her yesterday. The Little Palace really became your home. Getting up every day knowing that you will meet these people brought you to the thought, that home was not about place, it's about people.
After a short silence you cast the glance to the tailor, who suddenly stops asking you questions and keeps quiet instead.
The woman is just peering into one spot with a glassy gaze, that you've seen sometimes after her nightmares. But only some minutes ago she was alright.
– Genya? - the tailor raises her head to you, and her brows furrow in a kind of sympathetic expression.
You still hesitate, but somehow it all comes together for you. The general brought her here when she was young to serve the queen, means Genya knows about his age. She must know. It can't be otherwise.
And you swear, that before she came to your room now, she's already knew about that conversation with Baghra as well as Ivan has.
And her glance only proves it.
– Oh...you knew, - the woman opens her mouth, but shuts it again, not trying to defend herself. – All this bloody time you knew everything!
The readhead gets up from the bed coming closer to you, shielding herself with her hands, as you make a step back. For the last two days you are the one who doesn't know anything at all here!
– I couldn't tell you anything about the general, Y/N. What are supposed me to do?
Her voice is calm, but it freaks you out even more. You at least suppose her not to hide things that may be important.
– But it hasn't stopped you from matchmaking us!
– I hoped he would change.
– Love doesn't change people, Genya! Nothing does.
You feel like after running a marathon with your breathing sticking in throat. In helpless anger you sit down on the bed again, letting your arms just lay loose. Your head is heavy for the second day in a row, and it is going to explode if things go this way.
– I'm sorry, - you whisper to her, while the woman keeps standing in the middle of the room. – Didn't want to shout.
Her sigh next to your side tears you out of your thoughts and you notice the tailor flops down near.
– I am a bad option, Genya.
– What do you mean? - she turns to you in confusion, that makes you chuckle darkly.
– If you want Kirigan to change, I am not a proper person for this.
The girl falls silent on a second, but then cracks a faint smile.
– You two looked right together, sharing his people.
You arch a brow trying to catch what she is talking about.
– Sharing? We are not-
– Come on. Everyone notices how you defend some of grisha from Kirigan. And you mostly spend time with Fedyor, and Kirigan does with Ivan.
Then you remember the previous day and one exact heartrender, that met you at the garden gates.
– Did Ivan tell you that I knew?
You look curiously at Genya, who is smoothing wrinkles on her kefta with too much enthusiasm. This time she plainly voices her thoughts.
– He did, - the tailor casts a glance on you trying to less your worry. – But he was worried about the general. He thought you would tell someone...betray him.
You hide your face in palms, rubbing it tiredly. You have no fucking idea about what to do next. But you did get out of that night one particular thing.
– It is stupid.
With a loud groan you flops back on the bed, while Genya is watching you. She still doesn't get an answer on her words about betrayal.
– Depends on what you are going to-
– I'm in love with Aleksander.
This confession is followed by dead silence, and you only chuckle on this.
– I said, it was stupid.
– Wait, - the girl stops you from getting up and leaving her with her hand on your knee. – Are you not going to tell the King about him? I thought-
– You thought wrong. Seems all of you did.
She still follows you to the window where you're standing now with a gaze full of confusion. From the very start you've made an impression of a person, who didn't play by the rules, but this situation is completely different case.
– Aleksander brought you here..., - your voice is gravely serious, and the tailor thinks, that you may not think of betraying him, but you still hold something in your head. – Could he influence your...position conditions here?
Genya knows what you are talking about the king and his actions towards her. The girl slowly shakes her head.
– He couldn't. Unfortunately.
– But he is responsible for this, Genya.
– He couldn't know, that it would end up like this.
– What were you supposed to do? - you see her raising her glance at you rapidly, but don't even blink. You may be naive in some things, but you are not stupid. – He brought you here not only because of security reasons, right?
She hesitates for a moment, but then straightens her shoulders, looking directly in your eyes. This is Genya that you know all this time.
– I am spying on the queen for him.
You say nothing, but chuckle. Seems, Kirigan knows how to get under everyone's skin, to slip into every corner. Exactly like his shadows do.
– So what are you going to do? - her question leads you out of your thoughts. You only shrug your shoulders.
– Does he know? - you watch your friend shaking her head. – Then nothing. Just don't tell him about...you know.
The sudden revelation about your feelings towards the man still doesn't make any sense to you. It feels strange, even if your secretly suspect this for quite a time.
– Do you think, Y/N, I am gossiping with the general? - she gives up an one sided grin to you that you reflect.
– I don't know...I don't know anything at all now.
– But you always can share with me, you know? I am still your friend.
You look tiredly at the tailor, and her last words sound like a question, not a statement.
She is right. Genya is still your friend, and it's not her fault for all this mess Kirigan's made. But you somehow don't blame him too. Not that these feelings cloud your mind, not at all. You still have your clear judgment.
But you will see everything from completely another side from now. You know, that Ivan knows about Aleksander being the Black Heretic, and of course, he's his most loyal grisha. But it means, Fedyor knows too. Then goes Genya, and you are more than sure, that David is too.
They are loyal, and they have all reasons to be like that. Despite who Kirigan is and what he did, the man is fair and caring when it comes to his people, young grisha, and, of course, you. He deserves loyalty for sure. You can't deny it.
And the fact that he still doesn't know about you proves, that Ivan keeps it in secret, not knowing what to do with you. Well, he heard you back in the garden, and you didn't give reasons for any suspicions.
You slowly nod your head and open arms for a hug, that Genya happily provides. You just want to stay like this and don't move or make any decisions.
– Honestly, you look like a twisted version of parent for grisha soldiers, Y/N.
You crack a laughter and lean back from the girl.
– I don't think that, - your content smile slips and this serious look comes back. – Also, I feel like I'm going something wrong.
– We don't usually choose who to love, right?
You only nod, and her arms press you closer. Sometimes you wish Genya's embrace to be a solution for all your problems.
– You would know.
She gasps and shoves you slightly in the shoulder making you laugh.
You still have a big conversation with Aleksander, but for now it can wait.
– Elbow up, Olivia. And...fire.
Your calm voice radiates soothing the girl's nerves, as she gently releases the arrow performing a perfect shot. Aleksander next to both of you corrects her posture before the shot, but everything else is fine. Though you have a lot of work ahead.
When the arrow hits the target, the girl turns to you and the general with a genuine smile on her lips, and you smirk to her too.
– See? I've told you.
When Olivia collects her quiver from the ground and joins the group of other students, you raise from your knees and turn to face Kirigan.
Your feelings are still mixed, but you are strong in it with every minute you see him.
The whole previous day you didn't see the man, him being busy at the meetings, and only now he has time for an archery training with you and that girl you told him about.
– So? - the man throws his hands to the sides in a question.
– So, we've done a good job.
Your content smile shines the air around Aleksander, but then the sudden thought comes to his mind, and once usual grim expression shows up.
– Y/N, - addressing tears you from watching your kids and makes look at him again. – I have another meeting today's evening...and I'd want you to be there.
You furrow slightly noticing him become a kind of sad or so. And when he touches your hand this feeling of worry only increases.
But anyway you master the best of your smiles to him.
– Should I remind you, that I don't know a thing about war meetings, - he grins to your words.
– My soldiers request my presence at the Fjorda's border. I'm afraid I should depart soon. So I want you to just be at the meeting till it ends, that's all.
Your heart falls and you barely hold back a sigh of relief at the same time. From one point, you'll have more time for rethinking it all again. But also it is very dangerous, and everything may happen with Kirigan, while he's there.
– How long will you be gone?
– Just some days ago you called me "darling".
His sly gaze makes you chuckle, and you take a step towards him. More intimate this time, but enough not to draw any attention from the children.
– Well, if you ask, my general...
His smile drops on a moment of your addressing and then shines with more force than before. These words come out by accident, just naturally, but you realize you don't regret it.
– I will send Ivan to bring you then, - he almost passes past you brushing your shoulders gently, but stops in the end.
The man can't say you a proper goodbye giving that the group of little archers is watching his every movement. But anyway he takes your palm in his hand, placing a tender kiss on your knuckles, and walks away, making your head pleasantly empty.
The whole way to the war room Ivan is scanning you with his infamous glance, but you only ignore it, thinking about what may wait for you at the meeting.
Somehow it feels like something is going to happen there, something inevitable for both you and the general, planned or not.
When the heartrender opens the heavy oak door for you to come in first, you literally feel his eyes on your back, as the man stands next to the door.
– Y/N, - you look over the room not recognizing anyone except Kirigan, who comes up to you. – My pleasure to see you here.
His muffled whisper sets goosebumps down your spine along with that special glance that speaks more to you than his words.
He gestures you to the soft chair in the corner of the room, while other lieutenants are patiently standing. You wonder if Aleksander chooses this spot for you, giving that sitting there allows the spectacular view for you on him.
For the next two hours you are listening to plans for banishing the Fold, the omnipresent problem for two armies. All of them are worried by it, but your glance doesn't leave the general's face. Something is wrong with him.
You are sure Baghra didn't tell you everything, but pulling words out of the man would't work too. Moreover, you can't predict his reaction if you tell him, you know everything.
– It will be faster to find a sun summoner, then trying to deal with the Fold with our own hands.
– And with hands of our soldiers, - one of the lieutenants casts a glance towards Kirigan, and you pay attention to the conversation only then.
A sun summoner. Aren't they long gone? You heard about them so long ago, that even your grandparents' stories are faint in your memory.
So, they need a sun summoner to banish the Fold?
You turn your head to see the general, but don't find the same enthusiasm about it in his eyes. What if he abandoned this option years ago? Or hundred years? You don't even know how old the man is.
– My people were searching everywhere, - Aleksander greets his teeth in irritation. – If they found a sun summoner, they would have let me know, Lieutenant.
The other man nods obediently, but it is not this detail, that draws your attention, but Kirigan's face expression.
While everyone else are worried about the problem or so, he seems more or less okay, if it's not the thing, that possibly can concern him.
Like the Fold is nothing to deal with, or at least, he is not going to do anything with it.
You furrow watching him, when the man, as if reading your thoughts, switches his glance towards you catching you off guard.
This second something clicks inside of your mind, and it may reflect in your eyes, that the man flinches barely visible.
– Enough for today, - his voice is firm, you even hold back the urge to stand up and leave the room as it's done by others. – You can go now.
When the room is empty you raise from the chair coming up to the general, who looks like not being in the mood. But usually you find your way towards him in such moments, right?
As you happen to notice Ivan is still standing next to the door.
You want to stay with Aleksander alone, as the tension between you two is only your business. But Ivan is Kirigan's soldier, he will hardly take orders from someone, who is not his superior.
– Is everything alright? - you take one more step closer noticing the change in the man's demeanor.
– You tell me.
This is not the way Aleksander acts with you, or acted before. He is harsh and this aggression is slowly breaking out from his cold mask.
– Do you know the advantage of living alone, general? - you decide to speak freely as he is the one to call you here. The addressing makes the man wince, but he just shrugs his shoulders and you go on.
– You don't have people around, you don't see their hidden emotions, instead of it every twitch of an eye is clear for you. You see what people really feels, like it is plain and simple. Your judgment is not clouded.
He is listening to you with a kind of bewitched expression not daring to interrupt. But that coldness radiates from him.
– And what your judgement is telling you, my dear Y/N?
– When you talk about banishing the Fold...You don't mean it.
The heavy silence falls in the room. That's it. You have no way back now with these words said.
– You don't understand, - he is waiting for you to interrupt him, but you just silently watch the man to continue. – We need the Fold-
– Need the Fold? For people to die in there?!
He sighs heavily, and only now you see that the darkness in his features is the exactly thing, that you didn't notice before.
– Stay away from this, Y/N. I don't want to deal with you too.
Deal with you. Is it the point where your lovely fairytale ends?
But you can't talk like this anymore. The only chance to know something from him is to stay alone. You turn to Ivan.
– Could you, please, leave us alone, Ivan.
Kirigan is watching you and your careless, but firm, pitch when you are talking to his heartrender.
Ivan stands still for a couple of seconds hesitating, until you nod to him, assuring that everything will be okay. Somehow he accepts your order and just bows, like he usually does with the general, not with you, and leaves the war room, leaving Aleksander speechless for a couple of seconds.
Then he goes on.
– You don't need to know about this, Y/N.
– But I do...about all of it, everything, - the man hides his glance, avoiding looking straight at you. – Saints, your mother was right.
The general raises his head rapidly and that strange whirlwind of pure emotions reflects on his face.
– You talked to her.
– More like she talked to me. Anyway...
– What did she say? - Aleksander is worried, even frightened, but you care little about it. Actually, you don't want to bring it up now.
– About you being the Black Heretic.
Blood is pumping in your ears with the sudden silence, as well as your heart is pounding.
– When did she talk to you?
Aren't you the one to ask questions here?
– Yesterday's evening, - you can even predict his next question, so you get to answer. – As you can see I am still here, Aleksander. And not going anywhere.
– I wonder-
– And I wonder how many times you are going to look me in the eyes and lie?!
You wanted a serious talk with a grown up man, but only get a person, who wants to avoid discussing the issue and leave it aside. With every passing second you become angrier.
– I didn't lie to you, Y/N. It was for your own protection.
– Protection? - you chuckle nervously. – You are the one I need protection from.
These words slip easily and are not the thing you expect from yourself. Then you try to fix it true meaning, seeing the general becoming furious.
– You wanted my attention, Aleksander, my trust. What happened with that now? - you throw arms to the sides in displeasure. – Don't you need it anymore? Or it came to you too easy?
– I still-, - the man struggles with choosing words, cause your ones shake him more, than he expected earlier. He even thought, that one day you'd learn about him, or he's have to tell it himself. But now he's not ready. – I still want it...want you. I know you may think of me as a monster-
– I am not a saint too, Aleksander. But I don't care about people you've killed, I care that you've lied to me.
Kirigan slowly losses himself in emotions, choosing between being angry and shouting at you, making you stay under pain of threatening your friends' lives, and talking calmly, as he always does with you, learning about your attitude, taking your point in.
– You would not stay with me here, if you knew who I were, Y/N. You would not look at me the same way.
– Do you put so little faith in me? - you make a step towards the man, closing the gap. – Despite everything Baghra told me, I am still here. And I was there the night after that conversation, in case you forgot.
He takes a pause and raises his eyes on you. With a faint sheen in them, you are almost ready to forget everything.
– You forgive me, Y/N?
You want. You truly want to say, that you do. But years of living alone sometimes teach you something useful. Including not trusting one's words too easily. And it leaves this mean bitter aftertaste on your tongue.
– You don't need my forgiveness, right?
In a blink of an eye Kirigan's demeanor changes, and a barely visible cruel smirk appears in the crook of his lips. The one he used with the lieutenant some time ago.
– You are indeed a smart one, darling, - you shrug your shoulders wondering how this lovely addressing can sound so unpleasant now. – And since I am in charge here-
Your eyes widen a bit, but not from fear.
– You might be in charge before, Aleksander. But you are not the only one in that now. I will not let you ruin others' lives.
– You think you can stop me?
– I am not this stupid. But I still can keep the balance.
– The balance, - Kirigan almost laughs straight to your face. – What a balance you are talking about, if grisha die from Fjordans' hands, being killed in cold blood!
You breathing stuck in your throat.
– No matter how much I try, they will come over us again and again. I want my people to live, Y/N. I want them to be safe.
You swear he's going to cry if continues talking about it. It always soften you about him. Your legs bring you even closer to his figure.
– What suffering is behind your anger, Aleksander? - he shakes his head, lowering his gaze. – Just tell me, please. I will not judge you.
– You can't know this, milaya.
The man chuckles, as you make a rapid movement to the door. You are done here and nothing more can be done now, when you both are at your highest point of irritation.
– Where do you think you are going? - before you reach the door a wall of thick shadows blocks the way. In pure surprise you turn back with an arched brow.
– Really? - you wave your hand, and the shadows literally burn out with your fire, like a simple curtain. It feels so natural now to summon the flames, that this power noticeably flows in your veins. – Keeping me as a prisoner?
You turn your whole body to Aleksander, and come up as closer as the air between you allows.
– I am not a little scared girl anymore, - his eyes become darker, but you can't deny he looks way more attractive like this. – I can burn this place to the hell down, while your inferni, compared to me, can't even lit a match.
The man extends his arm, tucking the strand of your hair behind the ear. Despite everything his voice is silky and calm. Dangerously calm.
– And now we are enemies, little witch?
Aleksander glances at you with bitterness in the background of his eyes, and you can still recognize the previous him in that man you see now.
– Only if you want...darling. I will never go against you, but I can still avoid you in the palace.
With that you finally turn to leave, as it's nothing that can be added now.
– Why? - his voice stops you in track, and that pitch is so familiar. Just like that night, when the general came to your room for the first time, asking for your attention and trust. – You should run away from here, from me. Why staying?
Because love for you happened to me. Stupid girl, Baghra was right. Everything you need only to say it, and all troubles will be forgotten. Just some words. Adult people usually talk with each other, right?
– I want to learn everything about you, Aleksander. But I want you to tell me. And one more...Whatever you are doing, I will not let you do it alone.
You don't face him, remaining still with your back to him. Being afraid, that he can stop you from leaving and ruining your finally collected way of behaving with him, you rush to the door.
– I'm leaving tomorrow's morning, - your hand on the doorknob freezes. – You will have plenty of time to change your mind. Think twice, Y/N.
The door squeaks and you find yourself at the hallway, craving for the fresh air. Surprisingly, Ivan is still there waiting for you.
– I will walk you to your room.
– Afraid I will run away, Ivan?
Casting a grim glance to him you continue your way, when hear a quiet chuckle.
– I don't care, - his words make you stop. He and the general are so alike in their desire to drive your mad tonight. You turn to face the heartrender.
– You do care. And you still suspect, I will betray your general. But you'll have to wait longer for that to happen, because I will never stand against Aleksander.
The man is peering on you, like getting inside of your now sick mind.
– We will see, miss Y/N, - he has never called you "miss" before. With a slight smirk he goes on down the corridor, and soon you are at your door.
The man is already going to say his goodbyes, but halts, when your tense voice rings right next to him.
– You and him are departing at the dawn, right? - he only nods watching your curiously, as you take a second to think. – I don't give a damn how many lives he ended with his hands, so you can stop testing me every time.
The slight scoff makes you end up your speech faster and harsher.
– But I'll ask you one thing, - he nods obediently. – You will bring Aleksander back safe. And, Ivan, if something happens with the general, you will answer to me!
He is watching you talking through greeted teeth. You have never behaved with him or anyone in such tone, but seems things changed. And the heartrender likes it.
Little forest witch finally acts as an even match for the black general. He is not blind and can see the way everyone started looking at you after your trainings with Baghra. Your power now radiates from you and it makes you feel independent.
Ivan can't not to admit that he changed his suspicion on respect some time ago, when heard you defending Aleksander from Baghra. And that words were not of any blind feeling.
You made a reasonable judgment and then he understood, you would not betray the general. But he won't show all his thoughts now to you.
– I will bring him back, miss Y/N, - he notices your reaction on his addressing and repeats it again. – You should not worry about it.
You nod silently, feeling your strength is rapidly leaving you, and hurry to hide inside of your quarters.
When the long awaited peace wraps around you, you finally can breathe freely.
This close presence of Aleksander doesn't leave you another choice, but to choose him over everything else every time. But at least you hope, your decisions won't harm anyone.
You still feel this pull towards the man, no matter how evil or terrible he is said to be. But tomorrow's morning you will be alone, and you can't even predict what will happen when Kirigan is back.
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hello my dear bonnie, if you're still taking prompts, can i suggest #47 👀 ?
LOVE THIS PROMPT!!! here you go my love<3
prompt: you’re casually seeing my roommate and think they’re in the shower when you strip down to join me and we end up screaming and my roommate thinks it’s the funniest thing and tries to set us up on a date
yikes at this going from a quick lil ficlet to 6.7k oof
would it be okay if i came home to you (explicit) (ao3)
Alina steps into the shower, wondering how the hell she ended up rooming with Zoya to begin with.
Don't get her wrong, she loves Zoya. But her raven-haired friend can be difficult, and she was supposed to have buffer. Originally, it was going to be her, Zoya, and Genya living together, until Genya backed out last minute to move in with her boyfriend David instead.
"I'm so sorry, but it just makes sense," Genya said to them over lunch one afternoon. "Besides, if things go how I think they will, you two will be on the same path that I'm on soon enough."
Zoya scoffed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Alina had the same question, considering both of them were hopelessly single.
Genya just sipped her tea and said in a sing-song voice, "You'll see."
At first, living with Zoya was fine. They agreed easily on most apartment related things; splitting up chores, rules about not touching each other's food, a timely heads up before having friends or potential sexual partners over. Zoya could get nit picky about a few things, like the lecture she'd given her on the proper position of the toilet paper roll. It goes over, Starkov, understand? Under is for heathens and natural selection is coming for them. But otherwise, things had been fine.
He was a part of the friend circle she had surrounded herself with since freshman year. But there was something about Mal that had drawn her to him in a way that was different from the rest of the group — different from anyone else she had ever met. He was like a drug, a magnet, the missing link that had her saying, where have you been my whole life, when you're meant to be here beside me? So quickly he had become her closet friend, and as much as their group liked to tease them, they both denied feeling anything beyond fierce friendship.
But Alina was such a liar.
Which makes it her own fault, really, for ending up in this situation. Zoya could, quite frankly, be a bitch — but she wouldn't have gone after Mal if Alina had just owned up to her feelings.
Though she really could have told her about it sooner.
Alina had been studying in the living room one night when a knock at the door startled her. Zoya hadn't mentioned having company, and neither of them had ordered food. Hesitantly, she rose and stood on her tiptoes to peek through the peephole. Then her face lit up, and she swung the door open. "Mal!"
Saints, he looked good. He appeared freshly showered, dressed in a silky green shirt and dark jeans. He had actually put effort into his hair for once, and he had a small gold hoop earring in his left ear.
"Hey, Lina," he said, something a little off with the smile he gave her. As he passed by to come inside, she could smell expensive cologne.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, butterflies in her stomach. Her head was already filling with wild fantasies. He wanted to surprise her, so he showed up without notice. He put effort into how he looked, because he wanted to impress her. He was going to reveal his true feelings for her, and she would revel in the fact that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Instead, Zoya entered the room and said, "He's here for me."
Mal had the decency to flush and offer a sheepish shrug. "I'm gonna grab some water," he said, and scuttled off to the kitchen. Of course, Mal had been here plenty of times before. He knew where everything was.
Alina had barely heard him though, Zoya's words repeating on a loop in her head. He's here for me. She knew what this meant, even as her mind tried to deny it. The room was spinning and she couldn't quite steady herself, like something had broken inside of her.
She swallowed, and as calmly as possible, said, "What happened to the heads up rule?"
Zoya arched a brow. "I texted you two hours ago."
Alina frowned and pulled out her phone. Sure enough, there was a text from Zoya. Got a guy coming over in a couple hours. She must have missed it, lost in her studies. But still, something in the text ignited anger in her chest.
"You could have said the guy was Mal."
Zoya shrugged, so frustratingly nonchalant. "What does it matter?"
It matters because I am so hopelessly in love with him, and you're supposed to be my friend, and now I have to blast music so I don't hear the sounds of you two fucking, she thought.
"He's my best friend," she said. "It's just a little weird, I guess."
"Don't worry, Starkov," Zoya said, turning toward the kitchen, probably to grab Mal so they could get the night started. "It won't affect anything between you two."
Alina waited until the two of them were tucked away in Zoya's room. Then she pulled on her old running shoes and slipped out — there was just no way she could be here, knowing what was happening in the room across from her own.
She ran with no destination in mind, pumping her little legs as hard as they could go, music pounding from her headphones. When she became too tired to go further, she checked her surroundings and sighed. Of course, her feet took her to one of her favorite places in the city.
It's not anything, really. A quiet street with an old abandoned building at the end of it. But on the building's brick wall is one of her favorite pieces of art. A mural of the sun, complex in its simplicity, using colors she had never seen used to express the sun before, yet perfectly capturing the feeling of a warm sunny day.
Alina leaned against the wall, slid down until she was sitting on the old, cracked sidewalk. Only then did she realize that she was crying. Turning off her music, she called Genya, and told her everything.
"You have to talk to Zoya," Genya said.
"No!" she said quickly. "I don't want her to feel bad. It's not her fault. And if Mal likes her — well, it's not like he's shown any interest in me. I'm not going to get in their way."
"Alina," Genya sighed.
"It's fine," she promised. "I just—" A sob escaped her throat, the pain overshadowing any coherent thought. It was not fine.
"Send me your location," Genya said, and Alina did.
She spent the night at Genya and David's that night, David promising he was more than okay with taking the couch so her and Genya could have the bed. Which was needed, because Alina had a lot more crying to do.
"Just don't tell Zoya," she said.
"Alina, I don't know."
"Promise, Genya. Please."
Finally, Genya sighed. "All right."
That was four months ago. Zoya had told her it wouldn't affect her close bond with Mal, but it had. Alina never invites Mal over anymore, too afraid that he'll come to watch a movie, sit on the couch beside her — much closer than most friends sit. They would point out everything terrible about it, because they loved to watch bad films together as they stuffed their faces with popcorn. Then the movie would end and Mal would say goodnight, but instead of leaving, he'd go to Zoya's room, and the popcorn they ate would sour in her stomach.
There were so many little changes, too. Like when they hung out as a group, and suddenly Alina was questioning every move she made around him. Was it still okay to playfully ruffle his hair, to sit close enough that their shoulders pressed together, to look at him like he personally hung the sun and the moon in the sky, all while Zoya was there to see? Was it wrong to look at his lips and fantasize about how they would feel against her own, pressed to her collarbone, sucking her most sensitive spots? Zoya and Mal were a casual thing, they had both said so. But still, the natural intimacy her friendship with Mal had built for the past two years suddenly felt wrong, and she hated it.
Needless to say, Alina has been looking into new rooming possibilities for next year. She can't do this anymore. Every time Mal comes over, she waits for them to lock themselves away in Zoya's room, and then she leaves. She runs to her sun, sometimes just sitting and letting her sad song playlist make her sadder, sometimes bringing her sketchbook to at least make art out of the pain.
But tonight she has a very rare opportunity — the apartment to herself. Only for a couple hours, but still. She has spent most of the time so far blaring music, and her neighbors probably hate her, but damn it, they can deal with it for a night.
She lets the music play as she takes a much needed shower. Sure, she could have gone the bath route, but she doesn't want to waste all her time getting clean. Alina has decided her hours alone should end with a much needed date with her vibrator and an Owen Gray video that she's going to watch without headphones.
Olivia Rodrigo's Brutal is pounding from her speaker, and though Alina's twenty-one, not seventeen, the lyrics hit all the same. She's so into the music, thinking about her life for the past four months, thinking about moving as soon as she possibly can, thinking yeah, it really is fucking brutal out here, that she does not notice the telltale signs of someone entering her apartment, and even more worrisome, someone entering the bathroom. Not until it's too late.
"Thought you were too cool for Olivia Rodrigo," a very male voice says, and then the shower curtain opens.
Screams fill the air from both of them. Alina's already holding her conditioner bottle, and on instinct, hurls it at the man's chest while her other hand reaches for her razor.
Only then does her mind register that it's not a strange man come to sexually assault her, it's Mal. Her best friend. Her roommate's casual lover slash fuck buddy slash whatever. It's Mal, completely naked before her. She gets a quick glimpse of his cock, half-hard, before he curses and turns around.
It doesn't help that his backside is just as nice to look at. He's well toned, muscles flexing as he reaches to grab the clothes he must have just discarded. He bends, giving her the most sinful view of his ass, and Saints, her mind goes wild. She pictures him turning back around and pushing her against the wall, slamming inside of her. As he fucks her, she would reach around and grab that delicious ass of his, dig her fingers into the plump skin, and leave little half-moon indents.
Mal is apologizing over and over again — "I thought you were Zoya!" — as he gathers up his clothes and makes a beeline for the door. Alina finally snaps out of her filthy fantasy and slides the shower curtain closed with a shaky hand. She leans back against the tiled wall, breathing hard. Her heart is pounding like never before.
The song is winding down. Olivia is crooning, God I don't even know where to start.
Neither does Alina.
By the time she musters the courage to finish her shower and leave the bathroom, her robe clutched tightly around her, there’s no sign of Mal in the apartment. Zoya isn’t back yet, either.
With a sigh of relief, she flops onto her bed. Her previous plans were out the window now. Taking a breath, she goes over the facts in her head.
One: Mal has now seen her completely naked.
Two: she has now seen Mal completely naked.
It was the wrong thing to think about, because now she’s picturing the smooth expanse of his skin, his perfectly tight ass, and the quick glimpse she had gotten of his—
Heat pools between her thighs. She’s positively aching, when she should be feeling horrified. She should absolutely not be reaching for her vibrator as she lets the images of Mal’s naked body settle in her mind. It’s wrong, because Mal is, at least somewhat, Zoya’s, and Zoya is her friend. Besides, it was Zoya that he had come looking for, Zoya that he wanted to fuck against the shower wall.
But Alina does grab her vibrator, and as it buzzes her to multiple releases, she imagines Mal shoving her against the wall, pressing kisses to her neck, fucking her like it’s his sole reason for existing. Fucking her like she’s his, and he’s hers.
She doesn’t see Zoya until the next morning, passing out sometime after orgasm number three. Saints, if the memory of Mal’s bare skin had been enough to keep her going for three rounds, she wasn’t sure she could even handle actually being with him.
When she walks into the kitchen, Zoya is sitting at their tiny excuse for a table. “Good morning,” Alina says as naturally as possible.
Zoya only says, “Sit down, Starkov.”
It’s unnerving, how quickly can could take over her entire body. Saying nothing, still going for casual, Alina sits across from her. “What’s up?”
“That’s my question, actually.” Zoya arches a brow. “What happened with you and Mal last night?”
Shit, shit, shit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, I think you do. I know he stopped by before I got home. When I asked why he left, he got all weird and said something came up with Dubrov. But I know that’s a lie, because Dubrov was happily posting drunken stories last night. So obviously something happened when he was over.” Zoya sits back in her chair and stares her down, making her insides twist. “And since I don’t live with him, the only person I have to grill is you. So get talking.”
Alina sighs, knowing she isn’t strong enough to deny Zoya when she’s like this, and babbles out the story. Really, it wasn’t her fault. Mal was the one that walked in on her. It was just incredibly embarrassing for both of them.
When she finishes, Zoya lets the information sink in, and then she laughs, harder than Alina has ever seen her laugh.
“Well I’m so glad this is funny to you,” she huffs, arms crossed over her chest.
“It is! I can only imagine your faces, shit.” Zoya wipes at her eyes. “Too bad you already know each other, that would make for one hell of a meet cute.” She pauses and says, “Well, it still could be your origin.”
Alina frowns. “Our origin?”
“You know, if you guys dated.”
She momentarily loses her breath. “What? No, you guys are a thing.”
Zoya rolls her eyes. “We’re fucking, Alina, that’s it. And actually, I was planning on cutting it off after last night.” She stands and pours herself what is at least her second up of coffee. “There’s someone else I’m interested in.”
“Someone else? Who?” Zoya says nothing. Alina pops up as it comes to her. “Oh! It’s that rich blond guy from the bar, isn’t it? The one that transferred here this semester. Nikolai or something, right?”
The tiniest blush spreads on Zoya’s face, and Alina squeals. “It is him! Saints, he’s attractive.”
“Yes, he is,” Zoya snaps. “And not bad for conversation, either.”
“Conversation?” She grins. “Why, Miss Nazyalensky, do you actually have feelings for this guy?”
Zoya scowls. “Shut it, Starkov.”
“Oh, you totally have feelings for him!”
“Keep it up and you will pay for this. I’m devising a plan as we speak.”
Alina just laughs. “Okay, Mrs. Whatever Nikolai’s Last Name Is.”
Under her breath, Zoya mutters, “Lantsov,” and stalks off with her coffee as Alina laughs harder.
Zoya, apparently, hadn’t been kidding when she said she was devising a plan.
When the weekend rolls around once again and Zoya texts the group chat they have with Genya about getting lunch, Alina jumps at the idea. She missed Genya, and it had been a hell of a week between juggling exams and thinking about her encounter with Mal. They haven’t spoken at all, and she had used her classes as an excuse to get out of any hang outs where he might show up.
Zoya’s words from the morning after had been on her mind a lot, too. It still could be your origin. Could it? Was Mal even interested in her — and would he even want to try, after he’d had something with Zoya, or would it just be inevitably awkward?
Alina approaches the restaurant and sucks in a breath. She’s decided to finally tell Zoya about how she’s had feelings for Mal all this time, and maybe with her and Genya, the three of them can come up with what the hell Alina should do next.
Zoya had texted five minutes ago saying she grabbed them a table in the restaurant’s outdoor patio, so she makes her way there. Only it’s not Zoya or even Genya waiting for her.
He looks just as surprised to see her as she is to see him, and for a moment, she believes it really is some crazy coincidence.
“Alina,” he says, standing. Neither of them can quite meet the other’s eye. “What are you doing here?”
Her hand is doing some nervous twitchy thing at her side, so she shoves it into the pocket of her dress. “I’m supposed to be meeting Zoya and Genya.”
Mal curses under his breath. “I’m supposed to be meeting Zoya, too.”
Shaking her head and feeling incredibly stupid, Alina takes out her phone and fires off a text to Zoya, WHAT THE HELL????
The next message she receives comes from Zoya — only not in the text chat between the two of them, but rather a newly created group chat with the two of them and Mal.
consider this the official end to our fuck-mance, oretsev. yalls little bathroom flash show was the perfect opportunity for a new beginning, because yes, i see the doe eyes you give alina when she’s not looking. you too, starkov. i’m sorry for getting in the way for so long. have a good date, no throwing bottles at each other xoxo
They finish reading at the same time, looking up from their phones, eyes meeting before flickering away again.
Mal sighs. “I think I hate her.”
“I think I hate her, too.”
He scratches the back of his neck. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Alina bites her lip. Because he doesn’t want to do this, she thinks. “Oh, well, I guess—”
Mal cuts her off. “But it might be a nice chance for us to talk.” Her head snaps up, and this time when their eyes meet, neither of them look away. He smiles shyly. “I missed you this week, Lina.”
Her smile matches his. “I missed you, too.”
They sit, and after the waiter takes their order for drinks and an appetizer for them to share — a sample platter, both of them too indecisive for any singular thing — Mal starts to stutter out an apology. Alina stops him with a hand on his arm. He looks down at where her fingers brush against bare skin, and she wonders if he’s thinking about all the skin they’ve bared to each other now. She certainly is.
“You don’t need to apologize, Mal,” she promises. “It was an accident.”
He shakes his head. “Still, I can’t imagine how terrifying that was for you.”
“Well, it was,” she admits, then adds, “at first.”
She shrugs, but says nothing, thankful for their drinks arriving to save her from answering. Because the truth was she had been scared for maybe three seconds. Once she had realized it was Mal, she’d only felt desire.
With their awkward shower encounter out of the way, they fall into fairly easy conversation, complaining about exams and projects, annoying classmates and neighbors. Soon enough, they’re back to being themselves. Alina pulls out her phone to show Mal all the memes and TikToks she had wanted to send him this week, and he does the same. Hours fly by without their notice, and now the dinner crowd is filing in.
“Oi, I think our waiter is silently praying for us to leave.”
She laughs, pulling out her wallet. “Definitely.”
Mal waves her off. “Let me get it,” he says, taking his own wallet out. “I mean, since this is apparently a date and all.”
Alina hesitates, a little flutter in her chest even though he’d said it teasingly. “Okay, fine. But I’ll get the tip.”
When everything is paid for, they stand. Going home is the last thing she wants right now, and not just because Zoya will be there.
Mal looks ready to pull her into one of their standard hugs, but pauses. “Do you want to come over? We can find something shitty to watch. Mikhael and Dubrov will be around, but I just really don’t want to see Zoya right now.”
Alina smiles, the flutter in her chest returning with vigor. “Yeah, okay.”
At Mal’s flat, they settle onto the sofa together, close enough that their shoulders brush. Mikhael and Dubrov tease them about looking like lovebirds, but otherwise surprisingly leave them be. She doesn’t mind their company — but admittedly, she was glad they stayed to their respective rooms tonight. Mal puts on an indie horror flick that’s so bad it’s good, and they laugh and joke with each other throughout, per usual.
About halfway through the film, they share a knowingly look — their that foreshadowing is so obvious, RIP to that character in twenty minutes look — and sport matching grins. But when the moment passes, neither of them looks away.
“Alina,” Mal says softly, and her breath hitches. Has he ever said her name with such longing before?
His eyes flicker down — to her lips. She thinks of Zoya’s text then, basically calling both of them out for having feelings for each other. And while neither of them had confirmed it, they hadn’t denied it either.
Her heart is beating so fast. She gives him the tiniest nod.
Mal understands, he always does, and then he’s leaning in. Their noses brush before their lips do, and it could be silly or awkward, but instead it’s a different kind of intimacy she hadn’t known she wanted.
“Alina,” he breathes once more, and then he kisses her, so softly at first, it’s barely anything. Her stomach is doing cartwheels regardless. She takes initiative, kissing him back. Still soft, still careful, afraid that whatever this is between them is something fragile, something that needs delicacy. In some ways, it is. Her closest friendship, blossoming into something more.
Mal lets out the softest moan, and it snaps something between them.
He pulls her closer, his hand on the back of her neck, and now Alina is the one moaning, fervor replacing the softness, the delicacy. It’s the kind of kiss she’s been fantasizing about, made even better from how obvious it is that they’ve both wanted this for a long time. A desperate kiss bursting with desire.
Alina shifts closer until she’s practically straddling his lap. Mal brings one hand to rest on her lower back, the other curling into her hair. His lips move to her neck, trailing down until he reaches her collarbone, where he nips and sucks, undoubtedly leaving a mark.
“Mal,” she sighs, her head tipped back from the feeling as her hips roll against his. He curses against her skin. Her hands move to the hem of his shirt, ready to pull it off.
All of a sudden, Mal pulls away, stopping her hands with his own. “Alina, don’t.”
She blinks her eyes open. “Do you want to move to your room?”
Mal bites his lip and shakes his head.
Alina frowns, any warmth in her chest turning cold. She quickly returns to her own side of the couch. “I don’t understand. I thought you wanted this.” Wanted me, she thinks but doesn’t say. Because he certainly had no issues with Zoya.
“I do!” he says quickly, taking her hand again and trying to pull her back. She holds her ground, pulls her hand out of his. “I do want this, Alina. Saints, I do. But this is technically our first date, right? I don’t want to do first date sex, not with you.”
Alina rolls her eyes, looking down and tugging at a loose thread on her dress. “Is this where you say something you think sounds respectful but really just puts down all the girls you have had first date sex with?”
“Alina, please look at me.”
Grudgingly, she does.
“You’re different because you’re my best friend, and because I’ve been hooking up with our mutual friend.” She flinches, but Mal continues. “I don’t want you to think we have to have sex because of that. What I had with Zoya — it was good, and I care about Zoya, but it didn’t go beyond the physical. That’s all we wanted from each other. But that’s not all I want with you.”
Mal closes his eyes. Alina’s unconsciously holding her breath. He exhales and opens his eyes again, holding her gaze. “I want everything with you, Alina. I want your highs and your lows. I want to take you against the wall as much as I want to hold your hand.” He does so now, both of his hands around one of hers, and this time she doesn’t pull away. “And if you didn’t want to be physical? I’d still want you. I don’t want you to think there’s anything we have to do. That’s why I want to wait — even if I also want to take you to my room and pin you against my bed, too.”
“Oh,” she says, barely audible. Alina shakes her head, a little speechless. “I don’t know what to say.”
The corner of his mouth tugs up. “Was that too rom-com confessional?”
The tension breaks. She laughs and climbs onto his lap again, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You’re such a dork, but you’re the perfect dork. So we’ll wait.” She pauses and looks up at him with innocent eyes. “But will you kiss me again?”
Mal grins, pushes her down against the couch, and does just that.
When she gets home, Zoya is waiting in the living room, reading a smutty romance book Genya had recommended. “Hey, how’d it go?” she asks, too casually to actually be casual.
Alina ignores her and walks straight to her room. She’s decided to let Zoya sweat it out a bit for the weekend after her little stunt, even if it was successful.
Though really, she didn’t think it would bother Zoya that much. Hard as steel Zoya, who never let anything get to her. But on Sunday, she bursts into Alina’s room, interrupting her studying.
“Okay, I know you hate me now or whatever, but at least let me tell you that I’m sorry. I didn’t know how much you liked him, Alina. Not until Genya told me.”
Alina closes her book, frowning. “Genya told you?”
Zoya nods and sits at the end of her bed. “Recently, when I told her about Nikolai and that I was thinking about cutting things off with Mal. Don’t be mad at her, just be mad at me.”
“Well—” she starts, but Zoya cuts her off.
“And honestly? The worst part is, part of me did know. I saw the looks you gave each other, but I brushed them off because I was selfish and enjoying myself. I was a really, really shit friend to you, and I’m so sorry, Alina. You don’t have to forgive me, but I just—
Zoya stops mid-sentence, cut off by the laughter bubbling out of Alina.
“Saints, I never thought I’d see the day that Zoya Nazyalensky grovels.” She shoots her a grin. “I accept your apology. And as much as I want to hate you for your meddling stunt, it worked, because we definitely spent the night making out. I just did the whole silent treatment to make you suffer a little.”
A moment passes — Zoya is completely still, too still — and then she grabs one of Alina’s pillows and smacks her with it. “You little rat!”
Alina only laughs harder, fighting off Zoya’s pillow attack with her hands. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say sorry non-sarcastically! You did so well, Nazyalensky!”
“And you’ll never hear it again! You’ve lost apology privileges!
Eventually, Alina moves into the living room to study, and Zoya joins her. When their brains need a break, Alina tells her about her date with Mal, and Zoya tells her about her own with Nikolai. If this is their new normal, Alina finds that she really likes it.
The next week is outstandingly better than the previous. She’s back to talking to Mal each day, even more than before. Halfway through the week, he sends her a song with the message, This song made me think of you the first time I heard it, still does every time. It has her heart beating extra fast as she listens on her walk to class, not only because it’s incredibly sweet, but because Mal has played this song for her before, months and months ago, which means he’s felt this way the whole time.
Early Saturday evening, Zoya announces that she’s spending the night at Nikolai’s. “He has his own apartment, so it just makes sense. I’ll be home in the morning, probably.”
Thank the Saints for rich boys.
She texts Mal, and Zoya’s barely gone for ten minutes before he’s there. They make dinner together — well, Alina sits on the counter while Mal does the actual cooking, but he spends any down time kissing her, so she likes to think she was the moral support. They eat on the couch, watching their favorite trashy reality television, and play a few rounds of Mario Kart afterwards. Really, it’s just like how things were when they were simply best friends, except now Alina drapes her body over his as they watch their show, Mal’s thumb moving in slow circles on her ankle, and instead of talking or playing on their phones during ad breaks, they pick up where they left off in the kitchen, their lips pressed together in a blissful ease.
They’re on their fifth game of Mario Kart, Alina in the lead, as she has been every round. She’s bragging about how she’s going to beat him again when suddenly her vision is blocked as Mal presses his lips to hers.
Her surprise doesn’t stop her from dropping her controller and kissing back. She’s just getting into the kiss when Mal pulls away as quickly as he had started the kiss. He stands, and only then does she see he never dropped his controller. Picking up right where he left off, he steers Luigi towards the finish line. (“Who the hell picks Luigi?” Alina had asked him once. To which Mal responded, “It’s not fair people only care about his brother when he probably works just as hard at their plumbing business. It’s just like people only knowing Adam Levine and ignoring the rest of Maroon 5—” which led to a very cute rant that Alina spent less time listening to and more time staring at his lips while he was distracted.)
Alina fumbles for her controller, but it’s too late. Mal hasn’t come in first — some of the computers still beat him. But he’s beat her, which by the smirk on his face, was his only goal.
“You’re such a cheater!”
“It’s not cheating, it’s strategy.”
“I suppose you need your strategy, since you don’t have any skills.”
Mal raises a brow, a devious look in his eyes. “Is that so? Perhaps I should show you my skills, then.” He moves in front of her and kneels on the couch, a leg on either side of her body, essentially pinning her there, and kisses her again.
Immediately, she can feel the difference from the strategy kiss and even the ones from earlier that night. He’s kissing with purpose, cradling her face with one hand, the other on her waist, and Alina is melting against him. She is putty in Mal’s hands, his to mold how he pleases.
He’s holding himself so that his weight isn’t pressing down on her, but that’s exactly what she wants. Her hips buck up against his, and Mal pulls back to moan, “Fuck, Alina,” so she does it again.
“Please tell me we can have second date sex.”
Mal chuckles. “Are we even going to bother with the dating process?”
“I don’t know, are we?”
“I don’t know. Do I need to ask you to be my girlfriend?”
Alina grins. “I wouldn’t mind hearing it.
“All right. Alina, my beauty, my beloved, will you bless me with the honor of calling you my girlfriend?”
Her grin widens, and giddy butterflies dance inside her chest. No, not butterflies — fireflies. She can feel their warmth and wouldn’t be surprised if she was glowing from their light. “Oh, I suppose.”
Mal laughs. “I can’t stand you,” he says, and kisses her again.
Alina returns the kiss for a moment before murmuring against his lips, “You don’t have to stand me, but now that you’re my boyfriend, can you fuck me?”
He practically growls as he says, “Saints, yes,” standing and lifting her with him. Mal brings them to her room, kissing her the whole way. He unceremoniously shoves her school books off of her bed, laying her down and crawling over her. “You don’t know how often I’ve imagined this,” he murmurs, lips on her throat.
“Tell me,” she gasps.
“Every time I came over, Alina. Every time.”
A shiver runs down her spine. “Even when you were here to—”
She has no idea what to do with this information. Her head is empty of thought save for the screaming need for more of him, so she pulls his shirt over his head. This time, Mal doesn’t stop her. Her hands roam over all the places she’s been dying to touch; down his back, tracing along his spine, up over his stomach, fingers running along the muscles of his chest, brushing over a few scars he’s accumulated through the years.
“You’re so perfect,” she whispers. Smooth in some places, rougher in others, but so incredibly warm everywhere.
Mal tips her chin up, kisses her lips once, hard, and then another to her jaw, down her neck, her collarbone. Then he’s the one tossing her shirt aside, his lips continuing their decent. He’s pressing soft words into her skin as he kisses her — beauty, beloved, cherished, my heart —murmuring his love for her even as he brings her nipple between his teeth.
“Shit, Mal,” Alina breathes. Her hips keep bucking, far beyond her control. He chuckles, murmurs something along the lines of no patience, and quickens his pace. Soon enough, he’s got her undressed completely — which isn’t too unnerving after the shower incident. Any lingering nerves flee once his head is between her thighs. She’s suddenly very thankful Zoya isn’t home, because even though it’s never been a problem during sex before, she absolutely cannot control the noises she’s making — and she’s loud.
Mal returns to her with glistening lips. She kisses him and tastes herself, a thrill better than any rollercoaster. Her hands move to the waistband of his pants, giving a half-hearted tug. “Off.”
“So lazy,” he teases, unclasping the button on his jeans, tugging down the zipper. “I could always make you work for it.”
“Have mercy on me, Oretsev. I’m still recovering from the pleasures of your cocky mouth.”
He looks so proud of himself, she wants to kiss him just to wipe the smirk off of his face. “If you enjoyed my cocky mouth, just wait until you feel my—
“Do not finish that sentence.”
But then he’s pushing down his boxers, and all Alina can do is stare as the cock in question springs free. He’s fully hard this time around, and her thighs squeeze together at the sight. He watches her as she practically drools over his dick, his smirk becoming even, well, smirkier. She reaches out and curls her fingers around his length, giving him two quick strokes — both to clear the smirk from his face and because she so very much wants to touch him.
“Fuck, Alina,” he hisses. He’s reaching for his jeans, probably to grab a condom from his pocket, but she grabs his hand.
“I’m on the pill, and I’ve been tested recently.” Of course, there’s still a slight risk. But it’s Mal — finally Mal — and she wants to feel every inch of him.
He pauses, then nods. “Okay.” Crawling over her, he takes one of her hands and intertwines their fingers. With his other hand, he grips his cock and drags the tip through her folds like the damn tease he is, eliciting needy mewling from her that he seems to enjoy. In her ear, he murmurs, “How do you want this, Alina?”
“I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow.”
Mal chuckles softly, but the sound so close to her ear sends more shivers down her spine. “As you wish, moya solnishka.” My little sun.
She has only a brief moment to bask in the sweetness of his words before he’s slamming into her all in one go, anything sweet flying out the window. Mal keeps a steady rhythm while sucking on her neck, which is good, because all Alina can do is moan incoherently as her nails leave scratches down his back.
When he senses her getting close, Mal brings his finger to her clit, circling just right. “Saints!” she cries, and comes undone beneath him once again. But this time, she gets to watch him fall over the edge with her, his eyes so incredibly dark as he moans his release. He’s the only man she’s ever let come inside of her, and it feels very right that it’s Mal — she doesn’t want anyone else filling her like this, marking her in a sense as his spend drips down her thighs.
They stay like that for a while, foreheads pressed together, sweaty and sticky, but blissfully so.
“So, is the sex still good on this side of the apartment?”
In answer, he dips his head and bites down on one of her tits.
“Ridiculous questions get ridiculous responses,” he teases, then wraps his arms around her, tucking his face into the crook of her shoulder. “You’re all I’ve wanted for two years, Alina, and this still beat my expectations.”
Smiling, she rests her chin against the top of his head. “Good. I would hate to have to start fucking in Zoya’s bed just because you like the airflow better there.”
“Smart ass,” Mal mutters, but he’s smiling. Then he says, "You know, this may not be my first time fucking in this apartment, but I’m still checking off a first tonight — of many, I hope.”
Alina rolls her eyes. “Yes, I’m aware this is your first time fucking me in this apartment, dumb ass.”
"That’s not what I meant, rude ass.”
She frowns. “Then what did you mean?”
He squeezes her hip. “It’s my first time spending the night.”
Her heart does a little jump in her chest, and she doesn’t even have it in her to tease that she hasn’t actually asked him to stay yet. But stay he does, though he gets her off a few more times before they pass out for the night — definitely beating her vibrator. One time it’s with his fingers, so incredibly long that she knows all her fantasies will involve the slender digits now. Another is after Alina murmurs about how filthy she is and that she really ought to take a shower.
Mal waits long enough to join her that she starts to worry he hadn’t understood her intent. But then she hears his footsteps, and the shower curtain opens. There’s no bottle throwing this time, though she can’t say the same for the screaming. He steps into the shower, kisses her slowly, sensually, then pushes her back until she shivers from the feeling of cold tile against her bare skin.
“I meant to ask, you do know you have mirrors in here, right?” Mal murmurs huskily into her ear. She’s too disoriented with want to understand until he says, “I saw you staring at my ass last time.”
Then he slams into her, and Alina no longer has to imagine how it feels to be fucked against the shower wall.
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Headcanons for how the Demon Slayer characters would celebrate pride month
The Kamaboko squad is putting up pride decorations in their windows, making all kinds of pride-flag-themed foods and attending every parade they can.
Inosuke is the most enthusiastic at the parades. Not only is it a competition, he also wants to show his support for the community.
Zenitsu is the secretive closeted bisexual at the pride parades, but he finds more closet bis and gains confidence.
The Hashira are making and distributing pride pins and various pride merch. They'll also be making lots of food. Maybe a party. Or two. Or every day.
Douma dragged Akaza along to a parade and he loved it.
Uzui and his wives designed and made a float for the parades and it looks a m a z i n g
Daki and Gyutaro are moving through the crowd hyping everyone up.
Mitsuri and Obanai are at the front of the parade bringing awareness to the community and encouraging more people to join in
Senjuro wanted to go, so Kyojiro brought him along. They're leading the chants with Muichiro and Yuichiro
Shinobu and the other butterfly estate girls are holding pride celebrations for the patients who can't make it to the events.
The Lower Moons are starting fights with the homophobes. They're winning of course
The Upper Moons bought heaps of pride flags and are giving them to people who don't have one
Sanemi and Genya are going around protecting all the people with homophobic parents/carers/guardians/family/friends
(any headcanon requests? just ask)
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Out of the Woods - College!AU - PART 1
A/N: Welp, here it is! Part 1 of my silly little AU for my favorite silly little king. I really hope I can do him justice and I greatly appreciate any comments and questions you may have! No major triggers- only implied drug use, drinking, allusion to sexy stuff. So, without further ado..
If you had to gaze into a crystal ball at the beginning of the year, this would not have been the future you expected to see. You didn’t plan on being unhoused, stuck in an idle relationship, and debating dropping out of school all together. But here you were, trying your very best to pick up the pieces, salvage what little motivation to carry on that you had left. It could have been worse. It could have been much worse, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself to keep from crumbling entirely. You were never one to back down though, and these few hurdles sure as hell weren’t going to be the thing to break you. At least one of your problems was solved.
You had just emptied the last of the boxes left from moving and were hanging up the rest of your clothes when there was a soft knock on your door. Genya popped her head in, smiling brightly.
“Hey. I was just making sure you were getting settled ok,” she said.
“Yeah, I’m just about done unpacking I think.” You sat down next to her on the edge of your bed. “Thanks again for letting me live here. You have no idea how much you saved his ass,” you laughed.
“Don’t mention it! I’m happy to have someone else here, honestly.” She seemed to mean it, so you decided not to keep groveling. “Anyways, I just had a friend text me about a party tonight if you wanted to go?”
Your party days were almost entirely behind you. Freshman and Sophomore year were a haze of booze and recreational drugs, leading to you almost flunking out of school on more than one occasion. You’d since cleaned up your act, for the most part, and found you way back on the Dean’s list. But...it was a Friday afterall. And you’d just spent all day moving and contemplating your entire life- did that not earn a beer or two?
“Yeah, ok. Ok. That sounds good,” you said with a nod.
“Awesome! I think we’re meeting there around 10ish, so I’ll come grab you to get ready in a little bit.”
“Get ready? Are we 18 and going to our first frat party?” you joked, making Genya laugh.
“I was thinking about it more so as a roomie bonding activity, but if you wanna be a brat…” she drawled, trying to keep the smile off her face.
“Come back in an hour,” you finally sighed. Genya looked simply delighted as she exited, very clearly planning out looks for you both in her head.
As you went to finish up organizing your closet, you felt the familiar buzz of your phone in your pocket.
Matt: u coming over tonight?
You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back in your skull. That probably shouldn’t happen when you get a text from your boyfriend.
Y: can’t, sorry. Going out with Genya
M: ok- have fun. Make good choices.
Y: wtf does that mean
M: just to make good choices? Jesus does everything have to be a fight?
Y: i’m not trying to fight omg
Y: i’ll just talk to you later
K. He had some fucking nerve.
Across campus, Nikolai wasn’t having much better of an evening.
"Do I have to?"
"Yes." Aleks's tone was final; Nikolai knew there was no point in trying to bargain with him at this point.
"Jesus, fine." Nikolai’s fate had been decided and it was now mandatory that he go to the Delta Chi party that night. And here he had been looking forward to a quiet evening alone with his guitar and journal...
"It'll be fun, you sad sack. And I really want you to meet Alina," Aleks chastised.
"I didn’t know you missed my irreplaceable company quite this much."
Aleks gently threw a pencil across the table at his head. "Maybe you'll even catch a new fish of your own, huh?" he said with an obnoxious smirk. Nikolai just chuckled, nodding noncommittally before heading off to his bedroom.
It's not that he didn’t want to go. Well, he didn’t, really. But normally, he would. It’d been about a month since he called it off with the girl he met in Statistics. And it's not like he even missed her all that much- he knew she wouldn’t be around long from the start. But he was still stuck in the “mope in his room, write songs about heartbreak” phase of his healing. Because of such, he hadn't felt like partying much lately, but he’d blown off Aleks the last 3 weekends...he wasn't going to let Nikolai say no again.
Nikolai figured the least he could do is try and look presentable. It was unlike him to spend as much time in sweats as he had; his sense of style had always been impeccable. He was a man who knew he was handsome and knew the best way to broadcast just that. He pulled out tight black jeans and paired them with a powder blue button down with the sleeves rolled up, maybe a couple of the top buttons left undone. He pushed his golden hair back out of his hazel eyes and scrutinized himself in the mirror. To his horror, he looked like he hadn't had a good night of sleep in a week, which was true. Overall, it could have been better, but it could be worse. With a sigh, he grabbed his phone and keys before going out to find Aleks.
They got to the Delta Chi house, and there were already a few guys passed out on the lawn. Nikolai wasn’t surprised, but it was only 10:30. They must have been freshmen. Aleks lead the way to the porch where a petite dark haired girl turned around and beamed at them.
"You're late!" she says with a clearly fake pout. Aleks leaned in to kiss it away and Nikolai looked everywhere but at them.
"Sorry, sorry, I know. Miss Princess here had to be dragged out of his cave," he laughed at his expense. "Alina, this is Nikolai. Nikolai, Alina."
"Nice to finally meet you," Alina smiled. She's cute, he can give Aleks that.
"I’ll have you know I was not in a cave. I was waxing poetic about love lost, heartbreak and what have you,” Nikolai smirked as Alina laughed.
"Genya and her new roommate are already inside," Alina said, grabbing Aleks's hand.
Thank god. Not that he didn't want to spend time with them or get to know Alina, but he didn't really want to watch them suck face and play third wheel all night. Genya had been a friend of theirs since Freshman year- she smoked them down at a random dorm party and she'd been part of the gang ever since. Nikolai pushed through the crowd and made it along with Aleks and Alina to the kitchen. There were fewer people back here and Nikolai felt like he could breathe again.
"Nik," Genya chirped and threw her hands up excitement. "He lives!"
"You saw me Wednesday," Nikolai laughed. “But, I understand. Aleks was desperate for his company too. It must have been unbearable without me.”
"I really didn't think Aleks would get you to come," she said with an easy grin. Genya handed him a cup of what he assumed was beer. "Doesn't matter. You're here now."
They all circled up and chatted for a minute. For once in his life, Nikolai felt like he was noticeably quiet, but he found he didn’t have much to add. They didn’t want to hear about how he managed to cook a meal TWICE last week. Or how he’d written probably a dozen songs, all of them dogshit. Genya was grinning at a story their friend William was telling when she looked over his shoulder and motioned for someone to join them.
"Guys! Guys! This is my new roommate," Genya said. Ah yes, the new roommate. How could Nikolai forget?
New Roommate had wedged themselves into the circle two people away from Nikolai. He looked up from his cup and immediately locked eyes with you. Honestly, the name should have tipped him off. He never, ever thought he’d see you again. There's no way you possibly remember him, right? God, you were still so beautiful.
"Nikolai?" you asked with a tight voice, eyes jumping all around his face. And it's right about then that Nikolai wished he got a little more beauty sleep. Here you were, practically glowing, while he looked like the walking dead.
"Hey," he breathed out. It sounded a lot more desperate than he meant it to, but you always have had that effect on him.
"You guys know each other?" Aleks interjected.
"It's uh, it's been a few years, but yeah," you said with a blush, looking down into your cup. Aleks and Genya both looked at Nikolai with a raised eyebrow. He could feel the sweat pricking along his brow. Fuck, now all eyes were on him...
"Maybe there's a spot open for beer pong. Let's go check it out." Thank you. Subtle, Genya. "You guys can catch up," Genya said walking past you and patting Nikolai on the shoulder. The rest of his friends followed suit and Nikolai was left alone with you, staring not so subtly.
You hadn’t grown an inch. You’d lost the bright red glasses too. But, god, you were still the most gorgeous creature Nikolai had ever laid his eyes on. Really, he couldn't have lost his virginity to a hotter person.
It's your typical boy-meets-girl story. Nikolai first saw you at the rink where he played hockey in high school. Your parents owned the building and seeing as such, you were employed as the kid behind the concession stand. Nikolai remembered the first time he saw you, he thought you looked like a dork. A very hot dork, but a dork all the same. Nikolai began to notice you watching him in particular during practice, which just further flustered his raging teen hormones.
One night, after everyone else had left practice, Nikolai stayed behind and introduced himself to you. He’d never seen such a beautiful mouth and he had to resist the urge to kiss you right then and there. It became habit that he stay after practice and lean against the counter to shamelessly flirt with you. You often had the rink to yourselves by that time, so Nikolai felt like he could really be himself during those hours. He was still figuring out his place in the world and had stuck-up parents who would never approve of him taking you home. But in the lowlights of the concourse, he was allowed to have a crush on you.
Flirting led to making out behind the counter. Making out behind the counter led to hand stuff in your beat up purple van once you locked up for the night. Hand stuff led to him fucking you in the locker room shower. It was both of your first time and it could have been much less hurried. But you were young and inexperienced and horny as fuck and still exploring sexuality. You kept that arrangement up for the next few months until the season ended and Nikolai left that fall for school. He felt like a dick for not saying goodbye to you. It's not in his nature to ghost. It just isn't. He thinks maybe he was still scared of what it all "meant" and how much he really liked you. Maybe this was the universe telling him to make things right with you and make things right for himself.
"Hey, stranger," you said with a lopsided grin. Fuck. Nikolai was so done for if you kept looking at him like that.
"Hey yourself." And Nikolai couldn't help himself when he reached out to you to pull you in a tight embrace. Lucky him, you didn’t push him away and call him a fucking asshole; he thought he would have deserved that. You buried your face into his neck and the hot little puffs of air were doing way more to him than they should. You parted just enough to get a good look at each other.
"You look good," you said with a dark edge to your voice, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. He knew very well what he looked like that night, but you seemed to mean the compliment.
"You look better," he replied earnestly, because it was true. It shouldn't have been this easy to fall right back into things. But it was always different with you. Sometimes, he still thought you were the only one that really understood him without him having to say a word.
"Nikolai Lantsov, you always were a little flirt," you laughed. Your eyes crinkled at the corner and Nikolai thought to himself how beautiful you are when you’re playful. You’re always beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to whisk you away and have you alone. This time, he wouldn’t fuck it up. He wouldn’t let you go. You must have noticed his brain going into overdrive because you say "What's going on up there? What ya thinking?" You pushed a rogue lock of golden hair away from his face.
"I'm thinking about how much I wish we weren't at a frat party right now. I'm thinking about how I want to be selfish and have you all to myself," Nikolai said low so only you could hear. You laughed a little to yourself and looked at him with sparkling eyes.
"I'm not stopping you," you drawled. Fuck. Fuck, ok. This was really happening.
"Let me tell the guys we're leaving and then do you maybe want to get some food?" Nikolai asked hopefully. You just nodded coyly with a small smirk.
"I'll meet you out front." You squeezed his hand once and started pushing your way through the sea of bodies.
Nikolai ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath before nearly running down to the basement, eager to say goodbye and make his way back to you. Genya, Aleks, Alina, and William were playing each other, a beer pong table stretching between their pairs.
"Where's your old friend?" Genya asked with a shit eating grin.
"We're um. We're actually gonna head out. So, I guess I'll—" but he was immediately cut off by Aleks.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Nik, are you leaving with a girl?" he teased.
"Yes. I am." Nikolai looked at him defiantly.
"How do you guys know each other anyways?" Bill asked before launching a shot.
"Just from growing up. High school or whatever," Nikolai mumbled.
"Cmon..." Genya begged.
"Wouldn’t you love to know," he said, voice laced with snark. "I just came down here to say we're fucking leaving!"
"Well then you better not keep your girl waiting," Genya said with a silent kiss in his direction. Nikolai just flipped her off and took his leave.
When he got outside, you were waiting with your hands in your pockets at the bottom of the porch steps. He smiled wide at you and offered a hand, which you seemed happy to take.
"So, are they gonna give me a bunch of shit next time I see them?" you asked as you walked hand in hand to the little strip of 24 hour restaurants on the outskirts of campus.
"Probably. Nothing you can't handle," Nikolai winked. You laughed then a little giggle. It's such a familiar sound and just like that, Nikolai was transported back to the ice rink and you giggling between kisses behind the snack bar.
You made it to one of his favorite delis in town and he offers to buy you a sandwich, which of course you tried to refuse his offer. Nikolai simply won't hear it. He had 5 years of douche baggery to make up for and insisted. You finally conceded and thanked him with the sweetest smile Nikolai had ever seen. You found a table in the corner, away from the door and prying eyes.
"So, how'd you meet Genya?" Nikolai asked.
"We have a writing class together. And we got to talking and became friends. I needed to find a new place cause my old roommate had to drop out and move home. I couldn't afford the place on my own. And I mean, you know how Genya is," you laughed, "I told her all about it one day in class and she offered me a room at her place without batting an eye."
"That does sound like Genya," Nikolai nodded.
"I've only been there like, two hours. But it's been good so far. Genya's been super cool," you said with a smile.
"I can't believe that we've been at the same school this whole time and it's taken this long to find each other," Nikolai said, mostly to himself, but you heard him and reached across the table to grab one of his hands.
"But we did find each other eventually, yeah?" You ran your thumb over his knuckle.
"Yeah," he said, suddenly bashful. Nikolai was seldom flustered. He had nerves of steel and had confidence to spare on his worst days. But you. You cut through him, all the way down to the core, and that made him nervous.
"So," you started, "Tell me about everything Nikolai Lantsov. Surely you've been up to something the last few years."
"Not much interesting to tell," he shrugged. "Been studying history. Writing music here and there to keep myself occupied."
"Who wants to know?" he asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Shut up," you mumbled into your soda. He doesn't miss the blush that's spreading over your cheeks.
"No. No girlfriend." he paused, considering how honest to be. But fuck it, he owed you candor. "I actually broke up with a girl a little over a month ago." You looked back up at him then, your eyes searching presumably for whether or not Nikolai was still torn up about it. "She wasn’t...she wasn’t right for mw and I guess I was just done. I feel like I should still be sad about it or whatever, but I'm not. I don't miss her. The wallowing and self reflection has been great writing fodder though," he said with a laugh.
"I'm sorry, Nik. You don't deserve that."
"Don't I?" Nikolai looked at you and suddenly felt torn open. "I...I'll never forgive myself for what I did to you." You bit down on your lip and looked out the window. "I regretted leaving you, god, and like a fucking asshole. I regretted leaving you so much. I know saying I'm sorry isn't even close to enough. But god, I'm so fucking sorry." He knew there were tears threatening to fall from his eyes, but he swallowed them down best he could.
"I'm not going to act like it didn't hurt me. Because it really, really did. But I accept your apology, Nik. You know I could never stay mad at you." You paused for a minute before looking at Nikolai with a tiny fire in your eyes. "You know, I'm pretty sure I was in love with you back then."
"Well, I don’t think I ever stopped loving you," He said confidently. Your jaw dropped just for a moment before you're giving him that sexy grin that apparently still drives him absolutely crazy.
"Still?” Nikolai just smirked. "What if you don't know me anymore?" you asked and sucked at the straw in your soda.
"I'd like to." There's a shift in the air between you. Nikolai was sure you could both feel it. It was suddenly too warm in the restaurant and there's too much table separating you. He decided to take his chance. “How do you feel about going back to my place?”
You suddenly seemed very interested in your nail beds, picking anxiously at the skin. “You didn’t ask me if I was seeing anyone.”
Nikolai stalled. He didn’t. You asked about his relationship status and he was so absorbed with letting you know that he was, in fact, single, that he didn’t bother to ask if you were even available. Hadn't you been flirting all night? He'd certainly been flirting. But like you said, maybe he didn't know you anymore. Maybe this was just how you were these days. “Are you...are you seeing someone?”
“Yeah,” you sighed. Maybe it was his own wishful thinking, him hearing the resignation in your voice. Not that he wanted you to be unhappy. No, you deserved the world and he wanted nothing more than for you to have the sun and the moon and the stars. But, maybe there was still a chance for him yet. “His name is Matt. We’ve been together for like, a year or so.”
“Matt.” He let the name burn his tongue. “You love him?”
“Nik…” you warned.
“Just a question.”
“It’s more complicated than that.”
“Just my two cents here,” Nikolai started, leaning back into the booth, “But you deserve to be with someone you can gush about. Someone who when you get asked if you love them, you don’t think twice and say ‘they’re the love of my life!’”
“And you don’t think that’s him?” you said, huffing. “You think that’s you?”
“There’s a chance,” he smirked. “All that aside, I’m very glad fate has brought us together again.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed. “I missed you too.” You looked at your phone quickly. “Shit, I should get going. I have a shift at 9 tomorrow.”
“Let me walk you home,” Nikolai insisted, standing from the booth and helping you into your jacket.
“Always such a gentleman,” you smiled, tapping him gently on the nose before walking ahead of him.
The walk to your and Genya’s place felt too short. Nikolai had made this trek, both intoxicated and sober, and it always seemed much longer. But now he was at your front door, hands shoved in his pockets as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. “If you don’t want to hang out again, I understand, but I need you to tell me now if you think it’s a bad idea,” he rushed out.
“Of course I want to see you again,” you said, rolling your eyes. “So dramatic. We can still be friends, right?”
“We can be best friends,” he smiled.
“I’m glad I ran into you tonight.”
You were both clearly just trying to prolong the evening at this point. Nikolai took it upon himself to put you both out of your misery and pulled you into his arms again. You gripped his torso tightly, melting your body against his. He held you close, both strong arms wrapped around your shoulder while he tucked your head under his chin. After a moment, he pulled back enough to leave a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“Get some sleep,” he whispered, his breathing a little hard.
“Ok,” you croaked, nodding. Nikolai stepped out of your space then, squeezing your hand one last time before walking back out to the sidewalk, waiting and watching to make sure you got inside safely.
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Sexuality/identity headcannons for kny characters
Feel free to leave yours in the comments!
Inosuke: demisexual biromantic
Genya: aromantic demisexual
Giyuu: panromantic asexual
Shinobu: aroace demigirl
Sanemi: demisexual heteromantic ally
Tengen: omnisexual polyamory
Muichiro: biromantic asexual
Muzan: aroace genderfluid
Kaguya: straight ally
Kokushibo: asexual demiromantic
Akaza: bisexual (female preference)
Kaigaku: closet pansexual
Enmu: omnisexual androgyne
Rokuro: straight ally
Wakuraba: aromantic pansexual
Edit: lmao changing Domas’ sexuality from gay to bi (totally didn’t forget he fell in love with Shinobu)
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Now I feel pretty!!
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Genya: Uhh.. Why are you naked?
Tanjirou, making the face: I don’t have any clothes...
Genya, opens the closet: Sure you do! You have shirts, pants, Hey Zenitsu, jackets, socks...
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There’s no Need to Break the Door
Summary: A Zoyalai fic based on the prompt: ‘There is no need to break the door.’
send me a promt and i’ll write you a blurb
Prompt: "There is no need to break the door"
“Zoya! Open the door! You chose the worst day to sleep in for the first time in your life.”
Zoya groaned, burying her head underneath her pillow, trying to block out the banging and yelling. A lack of sleep was making her head pound, the too-bright sun was poking at her eyes, and the heavy weight at her waist was helping drag her back towards sleep. What could Genya possibly want?
“Zoya! We agreed to get ready here before we meet up with the others at Nikolai’s before the event!”
Shit. The fundraiser. She shot up in bed, momentarily unable to register the resistance she was met with on the way up. Zoya let out a shriek as she scrambled back against the headboard, there was a man in her bed. No, she thought as he turned over to face her, not just any man, it was Nikolai. A shirtless, dazed, Nikolai who looked a little too much like he was exactly where he belonged on the opposite side of the bed.
“Give me five minutes, I’m getting dressed,” she snapped, flinging herself across the room to throw a housecoat over her thin nightgown. The memories of the night before were rushing back at her, and the more she remembered the less she wanted to. Flashes of Nikolai and her both being stood up for their dates, coming back to her place, slipping off her heels and throwing her legs over his while they watched a movie with takeout on the couch. Falling asleep against his shoulder, being carried to bed, refusing to let go of him when he’d tried to go back to the sofa. Resting her head on his chest while he told her the story of how he met Tolya and Tamar, his arm tight around her, the same arm that had still been wrapped around her this morning. Shit.
“Hey,” Zoya hissed, snapping her fingers at the blonde in her bed, “wake up.”
“What do you want,” Nikolai mumbled, his voice husky with sleep. Get yourself together, Zoya thought, trying desperately to reign in her fluttering heartbeat. You’re not attracted to him, you’re just sleep-deprived and groggy. Yes, that was it. She tried to ignore the fact that last night was the first time in months that she’d slept for eight hours straight.
“Hey,” she snapped again, balling up his discarded shirt from the floor and pelting it at him. “Get up!”
“Zoya? What are you doing in my--” he bolted upright, “this is your bed.”
“No shit! Get dressed, Genya’s banging on the door because we’re supposed to be at your place in twenty minutes.”
“The fundraiser,” Nikolai groaned, tugging on his shirt over his head before turning to her “Tamar and Tolya are probably already there, I need to leave, right now.”
Okay, so they were acting as if nothing happened, which was perfectly fine with her, it wasn’t like anything had happened, it wasn’t like she’d slept with him. Well, she had, but in a completely innocent and platonic way. Nothing unusual for good friends, right? “Yes, you need to leave. Right now.”
“Everything okay, Nazyalensky? You’re looking a bit peaky, is the sight of me in the morning really that awe-inspiring?”
“Zoya, I’m going to break down the door if you don’t open it. We’re already late!”
“Shut up,” she groaned, her head was pounding and she couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or his voice. She’d never had to deal with him before she had at least two cups of coffee in her system, and she realized now that he was infinitely more insufferable on an empty stomach. “Genya’s going to try to pick out an outfit for me, you can’t hide out here. You need to climb out the side window when I bring Genya in.”
“Right, right,” he nodded, “remind me why I have to avoid Genya.”
“No one can ever know about this, no one.”
“Come on, no one’s going to care. It’s not like anything happened-- well other than your snoring for eight hours.”
“I don’t snore.”
“Sure you don’t.”
“Get out before I throw you out.”
Nikolai winked, throwing her a mock salute before grabbing his shoes from the entryway, and making his way over to the side window. “See you in a bit, Nazyalensky.”
She huffed, opening the door to a perfectly styled Genya in a pastel floral dress, flowing down to her ankles, complete with strappy heels. Her look at Zoya was downright murderous, “did you just roll out of bed?”
“Maybe,” Zoya ground out, stepping back to let Genya into the apartment, the other girl making a beeline for her room, and she could only hope that Nikolai had gotten out unnoticed.
“Was the date last night that good? Or that bad?” Genya’s voice called out from the closet where she’d already begun flinging out pieces of clothing onto Zoya’s unmade bed. “How do we feel about Baby Blue?”
“We feel great about whatever gets us out the door in less than ten minutes.”
Genya rolled her eyes, throwing the tulle corset dress at her, making her way over to the vanity. “Where are your earrings?”
“In the jewelry box in the corner.”
“So, how was the date?”
“We don’t have time for this,” she called out from behind the folding screen. She really didn’t have it in her to come up with a fake story regarding the night before, and now that she thought about it, she and Nikolai probably should’ve straightened their stories out. What if he told everyone a conflicting story and they all found out what had really happened? She’d never live it down.
“It was terrible,” she began, as Genya sat her down at the vanity, curling wand in hand. “He never showed, so I came home and drank while watching that movie Tamar loves.” There, that was close enough to the truth that she wouldn’t mess up her recounting if pressed on the matter. It didn’t matter that she’d excluded how Nikolai had split those bottles of wine with her, and how there were definite gaps in the memory of the night before. Now she just had to hope Nikolai didn’t say anything stupid.
“He wasn’t worth your time anyway,”
She laughed, “who is?”
“Well,” Genya began as Zoya applied the finishing touches to her makeup, “if you’re looking for suggestions--”
“No.” She knew exactly who Genya was going to bring up, and she was less than willing to talk about the idiot she’d found in her bed this morning. Saints, how was she reckless enough to let this happen? Why did she find herself less and less horrified the more she thought back on just how much she’d enjoyed last night in Nikolai’s company? She needed breakfast, now. She clearly wasn’t thinking straight.
“Just hear me out!”
“No. Now let’s go, we’re going to be late.”
The ride to Nikolai’s apartment was short so she only had to skirt Genya’s attempts to weasel more information about her date, or lack thereof, out of her for a short while.
“Do you think they’re all set up yet?” Genya asked knocking on the door incessantly, her knuckles continuing to tap the wood as Zoya replied.
“Given how Nikolai’s probably only been home for all of ten minutes, I figure they’ll have barely started.”
Zoya whirled on her, how did she know? but the door was already opening, Nikolai leaning against the doorframe without a hair out of place. “There’s no need to break the door! Genya, Zoya, it’s been so long!”
Genya raised a brow, “we saw each other last week.”
“A moment can feel like an eternity when one is away from friends.”
“Cute, is that an original or from one of Tolya’s books?” Her gaze swept the room, undoubtedly scanning for signs that he’d just arrived, but like Nikolai, the apartment was perfectly set up, all the chairs were in even rows and bouquets sat along the large window sills adding warmth to the large sitting room. They made their way to to the back garden before Nikolai replied.
“I think it’s from a movie? The one based on that book Tamar loves?”
Zoya saw the girl’s eyes narrow at this. Oh Saints. “Are the twins back from the caterer?” She asked, trying futilely to turn the conversation away from the inevitable.
“I know you two were together last night!” Genya burst out. Shit.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nikolai replied casually, and looking at him, Zoya would’ve thought that was the truth, had she not known differently.
“Genya, I told you, I came home after my date stood me up--”
“You both know that I know, so you can cut it out. I saw Nikolai’s watch in your bathroom, his phone was on your vanity, he smells like your wildflower perfume, Zoya! Now which one of you is going to tell me what happened?”
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request: hiii! can i request a genya x reader oneshots with a ✨little✨ bit of fluff please? i luv genya so much he isbest boiii - anonymous
genre: I dunno
You groaned shaking the janitors door nob. Sighing in defeat, finally giving up. You slid down your back against the door. “Damnit..” Grumbling staring at Genya who stood there with his arms crossed, his expression almost seems smug
He lets out an airy laugh, “Told you idiot, those shitheads locked us in.”
You tched. “No shit.”
How did this happened ? Well you were pushed into the closet along with the beanstalk. The laughter of your friends were the only thing you heard before disappearing along with Tanjiro’s concern voice and Zentisu shouting. “We’ll be back !”.
Shrugging your shoulders, “How long as it been !?” You exclaimed standing up facing the door
“Five minutes..I think.”
Gasping, whipping your head towards him, “What !? Where’s your brother ?!! Call your brother !”
Genya groaned, “I can’t. My phone’s dead.”
Great. Not only is Genya’s and your phones dead, you don’t know how long you might be trap in this small closet with the tall tempered teenager. You clenched your jaw tapping your fingertips against the door, making tapping noise echoed throughout the occupied room.
Groaning once again, facing the male, “So. What the hell are we gonna do now ?” You asked, earning nothing but the silence and a small shrug of his shoulders, “How about this ? Kick the door down ?” You smiled pointing your thumb behind your head
“Yeah, sure, and have my brother lose his job ? Great plan genius.”
“I don’t know what to do ! We’re fucking stranded !”
“We’re in a fucking closet, get ahold of yourself !”
“Yeah ! A fucking hot one too !” You shouted, sitting onto the hard filthy floor, huffing. “I’m tired. I wanna go home..” Whining resting your head onto the wooden door, eyes prickling with fake tears
“You guys are monsters...”
“Well you did lose a bet.” Genya mentioned, opening yours eyes and arching an eyebrow
“Huh ? What bet ?”
“The bet when you and the pig-”
Brutally cutting his sentences off by yelling. “Okay ! That’s enough ! You rung the bell !”
Genya chuckled, sitting beside you with his arm on top of his knee, “It’s funny seeing you like this.” Playfully nudging you with his arm. You rolled your eyes shaking your head
Huffing, “Well, you better enjoy it because it’s never happening again.”
Silence fell over the both of you. It wasn’t awkward nor comforting, it was almost like you both didn’t know what to say next. “[name]..” Genya mumbled, but enough to catch your attention, flickering your [eye color] eyes onto his fidgeting form
He rubbed the crook of his neck, knitting his eyebrows, “Do you want to go somewhere with me.. like I don’t know to the arcade or something.”
“You didn’t stutter once.”
Genya gritted his teeth, grumbling whatever under his breath. “Damnit ! Is it a yes or no lady !?” Heat rose to his cheeks and ears. You chuckled playfully hit his shoulder
Softly smiling at the nervous male, “Yea, that seems nice.” Pink hue dusted your cheeks
The lock clicked, “Times up losers !” Inosukes loud voice echoed making you and Genya whip your heads towards his direction, behind the two of you. You glared at the boar for interrupting the peaceful moment and also for throwing you into the closet earlier
“Wait. There was a time limit ?”
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Characters with the same Voice Actor:
▪ Childe (Genshin Impact) and Muichiro Tokito (Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba) have the same English VA, Griffin Burns
▪ Venti (Genshin Impact) and Shinobu Kocho (Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba) have the same English VA, Erika Harlacher
▪ Tanjiro Kamado (Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba) and Aether (Genshin Impact) have the same English VA, Zach Aguilar
▪ Natsu (Fairy Tail) and Razor (Genshin Impact) have the same English VA, Todd Haberkorn
▪ Nezuko Kamado (Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba), Nene Yashiro (Toilet-Bound Hanako Kun), and Barbara (Genshin Impact) have the same Japanese VA, Akari Kito
▪ Rui (Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba), Razor (Genshin Impact), and Shigarki Tomura (My Hero Academia) have the same Japanese VA, Koki Uchiyama
▪ Zenitsu Agatsuma (Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba), Dabi/Toya Todoroki (My Hero Academia), and Kokichi Oma (Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony) have the same Japanese VA, Hiro Shimono
▪ Akaza (Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba) and Byakuya Togami (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc) have the same Japanese VA, Akira Ishida
▪ K1-B0 (Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony), Hifumi Yamada (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc), and Akaza (Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba) have the same English VA, Lucien Dodge
▪ Albedo (Genshin Impact) and Murata (Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba) have the same English VA, Khoi Dao
▪ Titania (The Ancient Magnus Bride) and Erza Scarlet (Fairy Tail) have the same English VA, Colleen Clinkenbeard
▪ Tadaomi Karasuma (Assassination Classroom) and Spriggan (The Ancient Magnus Bride) have the same English VA, Chris Ryan
▪ Izuku Midoriya (My Hero Academia), Sho Kusakabe (Fire Force) and Hanako/Amane Yugi (Toilet-Bound Hanako kun) have the same English VA, Justin Briner
▪Nene Yashiro (Toilet-Bound Hanako kun) and Happy (Fairy Tail) have the same English VA, Tina Ballard
I can’t believe you forgot my boy Genya and how shares the same voice with Bakugou 😤
Nah, but the diversity is incredible! I remember the first time watching Hanako-kun and I was like “Midoriya??? My boy JUSTIN???” and honestly sold me on the idea of Midoriya being a closeted pervert
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