#shut up dangos

[trans-marcus-brutus]

My friend turned to me today and asked “is Cicero based or cringe” and I had no idea how to answer them

#shut up dangos #classics tag

[dangocheeked]

2021.01 ☆ a weighted blanket of sorts 🐇🐇

#mdzs #mdzs fanart #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wangxian #dango arts #that's one way to shut him up

[witchandhuntress]

Tsukushi is beautiful

#hana yori dango #boys over flowers #i loooved this pages #lmao damn sojiro shut up #he's in love #such a pretty quality <3 #my edits

[elmentalwish]

ig its time for me to whine at hyv again asking when dunyarzad will show back up like i’ve been doing with zhiqiong for the last fifteen years but hey its honest work

#yall: mak shut up #me: but my livelihood.. #;the archon of inazuma can’t cook. all they know is dango milk. thunderbolt. pursue eternity and cry. (ooc)

[pleasedonteatmedemon]

Hotaru Hagenezuka x DemonSlayer!Fem! Reader (NSFW) (Takes place during village arc, no spoilers)

I can't help myself, this man is so damn scriddily scrumptious, LOOK AT HIM !!!

(Contains; Hotaru cheats on his wife with you/Manipulation/virgin reader/age gap)

(Story is under the photo ofc.)

"You don't think he'll be to mad? Do you Tanjiro?" You say, your face filled with worry as sweat drips from your face. You hold your broken-in-half sword, looking at it and then at Tanjiro who only cringed. He scratches the back of his head, "Uh well..." He starts, taking a breath and then looking at you. "Yeah no, I'm pretty sure he's going to try to kill you..." He says, slight worry in his face. "W-What?!" You say, blinking. "Well...You can probably get him some mitarashi dango, it usually calms him down. " Tanjiro says. "I'm sure you'll be fine." He adds on, a reassuring smile on his face. You slightly whimper, "If you say so." You say, scratching your head. Tanjiro smiles once more, "Well here, I can take you to a market and then walk you to his home since you don't know where it is." Tanjiro says, you both stand up; as you were both sitting on the grass.

Tanjiro had been in the sword smith village for a few days, he already had his sword fixed but he told you some demons were lurking about and he had to stay to capture and dispose of them. Your sword had broke on a mission, and you got here just today.

You and Tanjiro walk along a path, you look at all the buildings and such in awe, "This place is sooo big!" You exclaim, a smile on your face. Tanjiro smiles, "Yes," He says. The sun was setting and it was starting to get slightly cold out. You and Tanjiro finally make it to some small food stand, originally you were going to a market but this was closer to Haganezuka's home. Tanjiro walks up to the stand, a masked individual inside, Tanjiro smiles and says, "2 mitarashi dangos please!" He says, holding up the number two with his hands. "Coming right up!" The person inside says. While waiting for the food, you decided to bring up Hataru again. "I've actually never met Hataru before...he was busy so someone else had delivered his sword to me." You say. "Oh, I see, well I hope your first meeting doesn't get too off on the wrong foot..." Tanjiro says. You sigh. The person finishes cooking the Mitarashi's and you take them both. You and Tanjiro thank the person, then making your way to the Haganezuka household. You reach the door to which Tanjiro the knocks on it. Someone with a mask anwsers the door, you could see long hair but not the face. Tanjiro bows, "Hello miss, we're looking for Hotaru Haganezuka, is he home?" Tanjiro says with a small smile. "Oh! No he isn't, I believe he's at the hot spring. Oh and also, I'm Nanako Haganezuko, I'm his wife." The woman states, then bowing slightly. Tanjiro side eyes you and raises an eyebrow, to which you only shrug. He sighs then smiling at you. He looks at the woman,"Thank you ma'am. " He says. Nanako shuts the door. You turn to Tanjiro, "I have some things I need to do, its late so please be quick, if I were you I'd go ahead and give him the Mitarashi and tell him about your sword tomorrow." Tanjiro says, then turning around and leaving, after a few steps he turns back and waves, you then do the same.

You sigh then starting your way towards the hot spring. It had reached night already. You lightly groan. You finally reach the large building, you feel the heat from the building even though you're outside. You remember Tanjiro had told you these springs were known to heal people. You waling inside the building, it was made out of wood and long big sticks for fencing. After a bit of walking, you make it to the springs, there was steam everywhere and tons of water and rocks, there were lanterns that lit up the place, you could also see the night sky. "Wow..." You mutter, looking up. You then look around the room, holding the two mitarashi's in hand. "M-Mr Haganezuka! Are you here..?" You yell out. You then see someone come out from the water, still inside the pool though. Their back was turned to you, the person had long wet black hair, you could tell even just from looking at the person's back, they were very 'ripped'. You then saw a mas and clothes right outside of the 'pool' area he was at. "U-Uhm sir..?" You call out. The man turns his head, his dark brown eyes piercing straight at you, he furrows his bushy eyebrows. His eyes then turn to the mitarashi dangos in your hands and he gives you a toothy smile, turning around fully. "Who are you and what do you what?" He asks, sternly but still smiling. You take a deep breath, "Uhm...My name is Y/n L/n, You had made me a sword uh...well...its kinda funny actually-" You try talking, then sweating as you scratch your head and look away, nervously laughing while speaking just to get cut off. Hataro's smile fades and he furrows his eyebrows slightly, he starts walking towards you but still in the water. "Whats actually kinda funny?" Hataro says, cutting you off. Hataro then steps out of the water, your face turning a dark shade of red as he walks right over to you, snatching both of the mitarashi's from your hands. "U-Uh..." You say blinking, looking up at him in awe.

He wasn't bad looking, and you found him quite attractive with his long hair and very muscled body, but he was a middle-aged married man so you just shook the thoughts away. He looks into you eyes, his tall figure looming over you. His eyes were like mini swords poking your eyes, you couldn't help but look away from his gaze. He grunts, "You know making swords costs money right? You were right to buy me these but it just won't do-" "I-I can pay you, really its n-no problem-" You had cut him off to which he holds his snacks in one hand, using the other to grab your jaw, You whimper. "I don't need money." he growls. He bites off one of the rice dumplings from the stick, chewing it. You raise an eyebrow in confusion, then putting your hands around his wrist, trying to make him release his grip on you. "H-Hey! Let go of me!" You yell out, although it was slightly muffled. "You're very pretty you know that? Hm?" He says, talking even though he had food in his mouth. You'd think he would swallow it by now. You whimper, you feel your blood run cold, you thought he'd get super pissed but not like this. He lowers himself down, a more calm look on his face, "Say...mm... If I let you leave now, I'll make you another sword but...if you break it, I'll never make you a sword again, but if you stay here and let me do my way with you, I won't care if you break 100 of my swords!" He exclaims, chewed food being spat onto your face as he speaked, it wasn't intentional, but you found it gross. You gulp. You were new to being a demon slayer so you didn't know you could just have a different swordsmith if he doesn't want anything to do with you. "A-Aren't you married..?" You ask, your eyes were wide and you were frightened. He rolls his eyes, "Indeed I am, but..." He says then groaning, "She's old and we're not really close anymore..." He says. He was still chewing his food, you thought it was so weird.

You whimper, slowly looking down, accidentally your eyes find their way to hotaru's cock; which looked rock hard. You didn't look for too long but long enough to now exactly what he looks like. He was quite hairy not unkept or in a gross way though. You bite your lip, you can't deny you're slightly turned on by the man. He holds a cold expression in his face. "So..what'll it be?" He says, raising an eyebrow. You sigh, your face was a very dark shade of red. You close your eyes. "F-Fine..." You answer. You feel his grip on your jaw go away, you open your eyes, the man lowers himself to your level, then cupping your face, he moves his face closer to yours, you gulp. His lips reach yours, unexpectingly you feel him push the food from in his mouth into yours. Your eyes widen. "Mphhh!" You moan out. Your lips part, before you can spit it out he puts a finger over your mouth. "Swallow it." He says, that same cold look was in his eyes. If it were possible you'd blush even more, you quickly swallow the pre-chewed mitirashi dango. You could feel your panties starting to soak. You start breathing heavily, feeling yourself get hot. Hotaru takes another bite, stuffing his mouth with a mitarashi before dropping the sticks to the floor. He then starts unbuttoning your uniform, then removing the top and tossing it to the side. You look away from him and cover your chest up. Haganezuka looks at you hungrily, grabbing your wrists and moving them to get a better look. He backs up slightly, "Take it off..." He says. "Wh-What...?" You say. "The bra...no all of it, take off your pants.." He says, his voice very stern and serious. A small frown was present on your face, you unhook your bra, then taking it off before going to your pants. Haganezuka watches in excitement, starting to slowly stroke his cock. You unbutton your pants, pulling them down and tossing them to the side. You look down at the floor and fiddle with your hands, you were now only in your underwear. Haganezuka groans, walking closer to you. He grabs your underwear, ripping them off your body, in response you let out a small whimper, then covering your pussy. "I-I...I've never done anything like this before..." You say, just above a whisper. The man freezes, dropping your ripped underwear to the floor. "Wh-What? You're a virgin..?" He says, looking up at you, his eyes slightly widen. "Y-yea..." You respond, biting your lip. You were 20 but you were still a virgin which made you incredibly embarrassed. He smiles, "Oh..." was all he said. Haganezuka the picks your up, cradling you, "A-Ah!" You squeak. He looks down at you, giving you another toothy smile then turning around and walking towards the hot spring's water. You look down nervously.

He walks into the water, setting you down. "Look at me.." Haganezuka says. You oblige, looking up at him, you couldn't help the fact you were actually incredibly horny. He puts his hand in the water towards you, touching your inner thighs, squeezing and rubbing them before going higher. He rubs the outside of your pussy, then rubbing your labia. He smirks. "You really like this don't you?" He says, slipping a finger inside of you. You gasp. He slowly move his finger in and out, adding in another shortly after. "M-Mr. Haganezuka...P-please don't be rough with me.." You whisper, your breaths starting to get heavier by the second. The man only chuckles in response. He curls his fingers inside of you, working them in and out of your body. "A-Ah-!? You quietly moan out, then letting yourself fall onto Haganezuka's chest. He chuckles once more, pulling his fingers out of you. You look up at him, your eyes filled with lust. He looks back at you, a small smile on his face. You feel him grab your thighs, he pulls you up, then holding your ass so you didn't fall. You gasp, feeling his tip lightly touch your entrance. Your eyes widen. He lowers you down slowly. You bite your lips, your palms laying down on his chest. You feel him slowly filling your insides to the brim. Your eyes go half-lidded, you look up at him. "M-Mr..H-Hagnnn...." You try to say his name but you feel him start to slowly bounce you up and down on his cock, distracting you. He slowly gets faster and faster, your tits bouncing in sync with your sex being violated by Haganezuka's. You can feel yourself starting to get over stimulated. "H-Ha...H..." You try to say his name, failing miserably and turning into a moaning mess. You hold onto his shoulders. He was being too rough, he started going fast way to quickly considering he had just put it in. The water splashes around you both, causing very small waves. You pant, your eyes go to the back of your head. Already you could feel your walls tighten around him as he repeatingly hits your core. He continues shoving himself in and out of you, you feel yourself reach your climax. You Scream out in pleasure, your eyesight going blurry and you feel a wonderful sensation all over your body. You laid limp against him as he continued fucking you; having not reached his own climax. His thrusts start getting sloppier and sloppier by the second, You hear Haganezuka let out a loud grunt, then you feel a hot liquid fill inside of you. He pulls himself out, setting you in the water, the cum drips out of you and into the water. You couldn't stand, you were so tired. You take a hold of Haganezuka, hanging onto him as if there was a 800 foot drop below you. "You did know that you could've just found a different swordsmith right? Or am I just that good looking?" He boasts. "Wh-Wha-? What do you mean...?" You say, panting, a red tint still on your face. Haganezuka only lets out a laugh, then patting you on the head. "You did good, you should break your sword more often..." He flirts. "Hey...I said what do you mean! We didn't have to actually do all that...?" You say, a frown was present on your face. "You enjoyed it anyhow..." He says, lowering his eyes at you. You only blush in response. "How about I take you home..? Its dangerous at night." Haganezuka asks. "Mmm...Well, I don't really see why not...I mean the worst has already past so..." you think to yourself. "S-Sure.." You say. He smiles.

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Any Constructive criticism is appreciated. Please tell me what you think.

#Demon slayer #Hotaru Haganezuka #fanfic #fanfiction #xreader #smut #tanjiro kamado #nezuko #zenitsu #genya shinazugawa #KNY

[tokkishouse]

hii i say ur " The first time you call him a term of endearment" post and can i request one where the roles get reversed with kaeya, thoma & heizou. fem!reader gets really really flustered hearing the term of endearment (perhaps one related to snow in kaeya's), tysm <33

(Sfw) Calling Each Other Terms of Endearment for the First Time

Characters: Diluc, Heizou, Kaeya, Thoma, Tighnari

Warnings: Slightly suggestive in Heizou and Tighnari's part, mentions of injuries in Tighnari's part

WC: 1.8k words total

Pt. 1, Pt. 2

He calls you a term of endearment first

The steady tick-tock of the clock reverbs around the study. Paper shuffling and ink scratching fill in the gaps, and the occasional chatter shared between you and Diluc adds life to the quiet environment. Days like this were normal-- enjoying each other's company even with minimal interaction.

The peace is broken by the sound of liquid splashing against the mahogany desk and Diluc's sudden groan in frustration. You look up from the book you were reading to see that ink had splattered on the parchment and his hands. He clicks his tongue and looks up at you, offering a small smile.

"Dearest, could you get a towel? Or just something to clean myself up with."

Your grip tightens on your book in surprise and you freeze in your spot. The redhead watches you strangely as you stumble over your words for a response.

"D-Dearest?" you finally spit out, incredulous. It's his turn to be embarrassed, his face turning as red as his hair.

"Y-yes, that's what I said. Do you not like it?" he's become shy, scared that he has overstepped his boundaries. You quickly shake your head, standing up abruptly and sending your book tumbling to the ground.

"I'll go get you a towel now!" you announce, quickly rushing out of the study. Diluc watches on, still embarrassed but slowly calming down.

He calls you a term of endearment first

"Two dango milks please!" Heizou orders for you two. You decided to have a stroll around Inazuma City-- Heizou had been busy with the recent Test of Courage situation and hadn't been able to spend some quality time with you. He promised that as soon as the situation was resolved he'd take you out.

And that's what brings you to today-- sipping on dango milk while you both sit on a nearby bench. You cringe at the initial taste, but stomach it as you chug the rest of it.

"Do you want to check out the Yae Publishing House next?" Heizou suggests, looking over. He stifles a laugh when he sees the milk staining your upper lip, unbeknownst to you. Seeing him struggle to conceal his laughter, you quirk an eyebrow up.

"Something on my face?" his smirk widens and he reaches over with a napkin to wipe up the milk.

"I didn't know you were trying to grow facial hair, doll. The white suits you," he teases, carefully dabbing away at the milk.

Your face warms up in embarrassment and you hiss at him, trying to bat him away from your face.

"Heizou please!"

"What? Would you rather I tell you what it reminds me of? After all, a delightful image appears in my head and I'd like to recreate it-"

"Shut up!"

He calls you a term of endearment first

"Race you to the beach!" you challenge, breaking into a sprint toward the beaches at Falcon Coast. Kaeya's jumps in surprise but is quick to recover as he breaks into a sprint himself. Despite your headstart, his agile body is quick to catch up and he soon overtakes you.

You both approach the glistening coast fast, and Kaeya's slides to a stop right at the shore, cementing his victory.

"Always just a little too slow it seems~" he teases, watching you jog up to meet him. You sigh, shaking your head.

"I could never beat the calvary captain could I?" he laughs, turning away.

You notice two buckets and a shovel resting against a giant rock and walk over to them. They look like children's pails-- one is blue and the other is your favorite color. You look up at him, and instead of his confident smirk, it's melted into a sheepish smile.

"I wanted to go seashell hunting with you. I used to do it all the time when I was younger," he begins and slowly trails off. A distant look twinkles in his eyes and the air turns somber. You clear your throat, pulling him out of it and you reach down to grab the bucket.

"Well let's get started then! Who knows, maybe we'll find treasure too!"

Kaeya's watches you carefully, and his smirk reappears.

"Oh? But I'd consider you the finest treasure around."

He's quick to dodge the projectile bucket, laughing at your flustered expression.

You call him a term of endearment first

"Thoma, where should I put this stuff?" you ask, looking over at your boyfriend.

You and Thoma were both housekeepers for the Kamisato Clan, although he had far more responsibilities than you did. Eager to help and already done with your chores for the day, you offered your assistance to him, and he was happy to have the help.

"Put it in the closet down the hall! It's extra stationery for Lady Ayaka and Lord Ayato," he answers, watching you carry the crate off.

He enjoys working with you as much as possible-- he has no problem taking care of his tasks on his own, but being able to have help, especially from his partner is always a bonus. You come back a few moments later, dusting off your hands.

"Sweetie, do you mind if I go and sit down? My back is killing me," you complain, placing your hands on your back to stretch. He waves you off, letting you take a breather as he presses on. Your words don't quite hit him until he's carrying another crate down the hall. Upon realization, he freezes and drops the crate on the ground, sending a thunderous noise down the halls. Nearby maids look over in surprise as the blonde stands there, dumbfounded and rosy-cheeked.

He calls you a term of endearment first

Having finished all of his tasks for the day, Thoma invited you to join him in feeding some of the nearby stray dogs. Happy to indulge in any spare time he had, you agreed to accompany him. It was one of your favorite past times to do with him. Watching the dogs slowly grow used to both of you was rewarding and it always left you feeling fulfilled and accomplished.

"Oh drat, we're out of some fowl," you complain, realizing your rummaging through your bag has turned unfruitful. Thoma looks over, frowning.

"I can run to the local market and get some?" he offers, but you shake your head, standing up.

"I'll go. I'll be fast," you promise, and you quickly take off to purchase the fowl. Thoma watches after you longingly before turning back to the dogs, showering them in affection.

"You all don't know how good Y/N really is," he begins, carefully ruffling one of the shiba's fur. "They're hard-working and kind, and they always offer to lend me a hand. On days that I don't see them, time seems to drag on forever."

Thoma sighs and sits back a bit, closing his eyes to take a break. The dogs all scramble to crawl in his lap and ask for his attention again, but he's starting to get lost in his thoughts.

"My sweetheart...my Y/N...I wonder if Lord Ayato has any ideas on how to propose," he ponders to himself, unaware of you hiding behind a tree. You had come back a while ago, but quickly hid when you heard Thoma talking about you. His nickname already had you fidgeting in embarrassment, but the idea of a proposal? You almost let out a squeal in excitement.

You call him a term of endearment first

It was a rare lazy day for both of you-- Tighnari had no patrolling duties and he was caught up on his research, meaning he could divert all his focus and energy on you.

Currently, you two were snuggled up on the couch enjoying the delicate notes playing from the record player ("It's this new technology from Fontaine!" you explained when you brought it home). His face was buried in your chest, ears pressed flat on his head while his tail resided in your hands, being carefully groomed by your fingers. The more you tangled his fur between your fingers, the louder his purring got.

"Tighnari, you're purring like a tiger," you tease, carefully slipping your hands down to cup his face and tilt it up so he can look at you. You squish his face, forcing it into a pout. He scowls at you, pulling his face away.

"What, am I not allowed to enjoy my partner's embrace? Should I be as stiff as a board?" he mumbles, burying his face in your chest.

"No no, it's cute I promise, love," you laugh, reaching back for his tail. You're unable to catch it as it starts wagging animatedly. You glance down at Tighnari, who willingly matches your gaze. There's a light of amusement shining in his eyes.

" 'Love?' " he inquires, and you smile down at him.

"Yes, is that a- wah!" you're cut off mid-sentence as Tighnari pushes himself up and straddles you, his clawed hands sliding up the side of your body.

"I want to hear it again, Y/N."

He calls you a term of endearment first

"Hey! Not so tight!" you whine, shooting a half-hearted glare at the forest ranger. He ignores your complaints, continuing the wrapping of your injuries.

"It needs to be tight to prevent unnecessary blood loss and make it harder for bacteria to enter the wound," he explains, carefully tying the bandage up. "I wouldn't be doing this though if some lummox didn't go into the withering zone without their weapon."

You cross your arms and look away from him in defiance, jutting your bottom lip out in a pout. You forgot to check your bag before you both went out, meaning when you arrived to clear the area out, you were weaponless. And those fungi did not go easy on you. Near the end of it, you were carried back to Tighnari's house with bruises and scrapes all over you.

"I thought it was in my bag."

"You were sorely mistaken," he chides, then turns to pack up his medical supplies. He leaves you alone for a bit and when he returns, you're hugging your legs to your chest. Anyone with eyes can tell there's a gloomy air around you.

"I'm not mad at you," he carefully reminds you, stepping closer. "I was just worried. You can't go rushing into danger unprepared."

You don't reply, still refusing to look at him. Tighnari sighs and plops down in the seat next to you, wrapping his tail around your body. You instinctively scoot closer, leaning onto him.

"I care about you a lot, and if something drastic were to happen to you-" he doesn't finish his sentence, biting his lip. Silence falls over you two, the clock on the wall ticking away.

"You're very special to me flower," he whispers. You jolt at his words, glancing up at him with wide eyes. You try to stammer out a response, words getting twisted on your tongue. He takes your hand and squeezes it, silencing your attempts to talk.

"Promise me you'll be more careful."

Now is "lummox" or "flower" the true pet name? 🤭

@seirenspinel Per your request I added Diluc cause he's my bbgorl and I wanted it to be 5

I personally don't think Kaeya's would call you a snow-related nickname? Even though Cryo is his vision does this make me hypocritical? maybe.

Lmao at this point this is becoming a series. Oh well! Requests (sfw and nsfw) are open~!

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #diluc x reader #heizou x reader #kaeya x reader #thoma x reader #tighnari x reader #diluc headcanons #diluc imagines #heizou heacanons #heizou imagines #kaeya headcanons #kaeya imagines #thoma headcanons #thoma imagines #tighnari headcanons #tighnari imagines #tokki writes #i actually dont like thoma lol

[viviennevermillion]

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴄᴀʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ...

❝ I was made for loving you, even though we may be hopeless hearts just passing through; every bone screaming, I don't know what we should do ❞ — tori kelly

prompt: affection they crave but don't dare to ask for

character included: ei, wanderer, pantalone, baizhu

contains: character x gn!reader, established relationship

warnings: descriptions of suffering and chronic illness in baizhu's part

✧ holding your hand — Ei is touch starved after the centuries she has spent locking herself away in the Plane of Euthymia. She's used to people respecting her and even fearing her, but few actually treat her as an equal. How could they after all? She was an archon and she had ruled Inazuma with an iron fist for quite a while. So something as simple as you taking her hand into yours just as she remembers her friends doing ages ago.... it's hardly something self-evident to her. She has a lot to learn about how the world has changed during her absence. Sometimes she may be confused or have this serious, slightly intimidating look on her face. Nothing better in this moment than her beloved taking her hand, which instantly brings a smile to her face. Ei doesn't ask you to hold her hand, she doesn't want to come off as clingy, but everytime the two of you are out on a date she's silently hoping you'll do this small gesture again that makes her heart skip a beat.

✧ leaning your forehead against hers — Even an archon like the Raiden Shogun is not without troubles. Quite on the contrary, Ei has a lot of them after all that has happened. When her doubts and grief creep up on her, a gesture such as leaning your forehead against hers is like a silent promise to her that you'll be there even as the storm rages on in her mind. Your touch is soothing to her restless soul and as she feels your kindness and the extent of your love, she understands what it means to find her beloved eternity in something as simple as a fleeting moment with you.

✧ kissing her neck — Ei, when she appears in public, represents eternity both as an archon and a person. She's solid and radiates an aura of untouchability. Who could have thought that someone as her was incredibly ticklish? She likes the sensation of your lips against her neck, but it also tickles her sensitive skin, so you can hear a giggle escaping her that you might not have heard otherwise. If you're planning to tease her and fool around, a giggle might turn into a hearty laugh. You'd be sure to earn the respect of Inazuma's citizens if they were to learn that you could draw a laugh like that out of the woman who once watched these lands with such a cold gaze.

✧ letting her rest her head on your shoulder — Ei doesn't technically need to sleep. But the duties of the Shogun can be quite taxing. As such, she appreciates the opportunity to wind down in your presence and take some deep breaths after a stressful day. You can always tell when she's tired. She tends to close her eyes and let the cool wind hit her face. If you offer her to rest her head on your shoulder, she'll happily take you up on it. She'll keep her eyes shut, enjoying the closeness to you as she mumbles a quiet "thank you". She loves to sit idly like this for a while, simply relishing in the love you give her each day.

✧ sharing things with her — There's just something so intimate about doing things together and sharing what you enjoy with each other. At first, Ei found the idea of sharing a can of dango milk with two straws or an ice cream cup a little silly, not understanding how it could be any different from each of you getting your own food and drinks, but after trying it she really felt like she bonded with you over it.

✧ letting him sit on your lap — This is something he would never ask for over his dead body unless you tease the hell out of him repeatedly but he's been thinking about it ever since getting together with you. He's all too familiar with bickering and pushing you away, even when he doesn't want to; because he's scared of what would become of him; were he to face another devastating betrayal. He craves your affection but he spends his days waiting.... yearning for it. For how foolish would it look if you were to mock him and abandon him for craving something as cheesy and human as this? So he pushes down his feelings and just settles for whatever affection you decide to give him. Until one day there's no seating spot left for him and you grab his waist, gently pulling him onto your lap. You had no idea up to that point that your lover was capable of blushing. But he's silent and doesn't dare to move, lest you might push him off with a joking comment. As you pull him closer to your chest, he relaxes into your embrace and closes his eyes. Your lips find the soft skin of his neck and place a couple of appreciative kisses on it. Wanderer lets out a relaxed sigh and turns his head to you to press a kiss to your lips. "You seem to enjoy this", you remarked with a smile on your face. "I'm simply making sure you don't cry about not getting enough affection later. That'd be a bother", he huffs and you can't help but let out a chuckle, knowing him well enough by now to see through his facade. You make a note to do this more often.

✧ playing with his hair — This one is in your favor because he has really, really soft hair. You don't even remember when it happened but at some point, laying his head in your lap and letting you card your fingers through the dark strands has become his way of unwinding after a long day. He loved the experience of finally feeling safe and cared for in someone else's presence after he had been surrounded by people he was more than justified to distrust for the past centuries. Your touch was soothing, like a gentle breeze inviting him to a place far away from his troubles and doubts. Never did Wanderer believe that anything in his life could be considered "a blessing from the gods", but with you? Well, he wouldn't be surprised. Or maybe it was simply what you were like; giving your love to him in this often cold and cruel world without expecting anything in return; your care for him blossoming and persisting in this reality despite all odds.

✧ squeezing his thigh — He loves when you do this, whether it be when you have to get up and leave to attend some business or whether it's in reassurance; despite how he'd claim that he doesn't need your support and encouragement about anything. He'd feel much more lost without it. He also enjoys simply having you rest your hand on his thigh while you're sitting idly on the couch or a picnic blanket, each of you tending to your own matters and interests but always enjoying being together like this. It reminds him that you're there, something he needs when the thoughts of his past and the uncertainty about his future start to creep up on him.

✧ kissing his shoulders — He's very weak for this. He has no idea what the point was; for a puppet to have any sensitive spots. Wouldn't he have been more efficient if he could feel no affection or pain? After all, wouldn't life have been less hurtful like this? But in those moments; feeling your lips trail soft kisses along his shoulders; he was, for the first time, glad that he was like that. He closes his eyes and focuses solely on the pleasant tickle your pecks left on his skin.

✧ holding him in your arms — Pantalone may seem like a cold and serious business man on the outside, but he can't fool his beloved. That man is a hopeless romantic once you get him to trust you and he's clingy as hell. He's a little spoon and he loves when you hold him in your arms after a long day of work that you sometimes even have to coax him away from. He'll rest his head against your chest as you do him the favor of gently removing his glasses that he forgot he even still had on because of how tired he was. He lets out a happy sigh as you run your fingers through his dark locks and press a kiss to his forehead. He may not ask you to do this, but he always makes sure to express his gratitude to you for the love you give him. "Thank you for always taking care of me like this, my dearest", he mumbles and nuzzles your neck, "and getting me to sleep on time... I had no idea it was already midnight." He let out of chuckle and you shake your head with a disappointed sigh. Not a week went by where you didn't find him nodding off at his desk at least once; struggling to keep his eyes open and accidentally misspelling or repeating words on the report drafts he made. "You need to take some more time off", you whisper, gently caressing his cheeks. "The work of a Fatui Harbinger is tedious", he simply states. But if you could convince him to take breaks and get enough rest with your love and affection? Well, that was enough for now.

✧ listing the reasons you love him — This is something he needs from time to time. He vividly remembers his youth where he used to search for coins in the streets to buy himself a meal and was politely told to exit restaurants as his shabby looks might have a negative impact on the establishments' reputation if wealthy customers saw him like this, sitting alone at the table with half a meal because that was all he could afford. His popularity and desirability skyrocketed when he became a wealthy business man and the 9th harbinger. What could you love about him, if not his material possessions? There are moment, especially in the beginning of the relationship, where nothing helps him get over his doubts more than you holding him close and reminding him of how beautiful he was in your eyes; how you'd love him with every fiber of your being even if he had not a single coin to spare. That you adored how thoughtful, intelligent, ambitious and passionate he was. You loved the light-hearted moments in which Pantalone would joke around with you and attempt to tease you; as well as the quiet nights where he just couldn't help but to kiss you over and over again because his love for you was too much to just keep in his heart. You felt the same. That's why you let him know how much he means to you and all the little things you've grown to love about him.

✧ shoulder massages — He needs those because he has so much muscle tension, you weren't sure how his back didn't hurt every minute of the day. There's few things Pantalone appreciates more than having you massage his shoulders and help his muscles relax when he pulls what you had come to refer to as another "desk work marathon". Again, he doesn't ask for this but he makes sure to thank you, interrupting his work for a moment to give you a loving kiss and look into your eyes as he tells you that he loves you.

✧ holding his hand when he's sick — We all know Baizhu has some days where his ailment gets so bad that he has to stay in bed and can't go to work. It took him a long, long time to even let you see him during those moments of weakness. Usually he'd just lock himself in his bedroom with only Changsheng for company as he tried to get through his pain on his own. After all, to him, it seemed as though it probably would be burden enough for you to love a man you knew was slowly dying. You didn't need to see him suffer like this. Only after you insisted several times that you want to be there for him when he has a bad day; that it would worry you way less if you could support him and comfort him; he let you in. Baizhu feels bad for relying on your help when he's in this state, but simultaneously your presence soon becomes a remedy he wouldn't want to miss out on. When the pain makes his whole body sore and the dizziness and nausea makes him feel like he's never going to get up again and the temperature of his body feels as though the gods of cryo and pyro were having a brutal war in his quarters; there's also, through all the hurt, the feeling of your hand holding his. The sound of your voice reassuring him that he was going to be okay and that you were right there with him. "Just focus on my hand", you tell him with a gentle voice as you run your fingertips over his palm as you see him shiver in the bed next to you. "I'm sorry that-", he croaks out but you interrupt him. "There's nothing you need to apologize for, my love", you reassure him and press a kiss to his forehead.

✧ helping him during bad days — Similarly, it also takes Baizhu a while to warm up to the idea of letting you assist him when he's feeling sick; be it making him tea or soup, taking care of some of his documents or wrapping his calves in wet cloths to help with the fever. You can only shake your head upon learning that he used to try and do these things himself while in this state. Changsheng is more than grateful that she doesn't have to fuss over the doctor as much as she used to now that you're here. Despite his initial protests, Baizhu has to admit that getting through one of those days had become way easier with someone around who actually had arms. Changsheng could try to ease his pain and comfort him with words but carrying a plate of soup was outside of the realm of possibility for the white snake.

✧ braiding his hair — As much as you love to see your lover with his hair down, there's many situations in his profession where a braid is more hygienic and comfortable to have. So he appreciates just being able to relax and talk with you about anything that crosses your minds while you braid his hair. If you keep commenting on how soft it is and how beautiful you think Baizhu is, you're sure to get a blush out of the physician. "You're adorable when you're flustered", you tease and Baizhu is glad that you're braiding his hair so he doesn't have to make eye contact with you. Oftentimes, doing this will have you press a kiss or two to his neck to remind him of your love for him while you tend to his long hair.

✧ deep and loving kisses — Baizhu loves when you take the initiative and just hold him in your arms while kissing him slowly and repeatedly. He appreciates to just be able to forget about his quest for immortality and his illness like this for a while, simply focusing on the feeling of your lips on his and your tongue circling around his, pouring all your love for him into the gesture and mumbling a quiet "I love you" in-between them. He knew very well that humans had a habit of living fast and the days going by faster than you'd think they would, so he adores just being able to indulge you and focus on your touch as if time had frozen for just a moment. He lets you pull him into another kiss as many times as you like to, simply grateful to be loved like this by someone he treasures as much as you.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #baizhu x reader #baizhu x you #pantalone x reader #pantalone x you #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #ei x reader #raiden shogun x reader #raiden ei x reader #raiden shogun #raiden ei #pantalone #scaramouche #baizhu

[realbestfriends]

the way dan and phil have their oh dan likes bitter stuff cuz he's bitter and phil likes sweet stuff cuz he's sweet thing god they're too adorable

"you love dango tho. that's because you're a sweet little guy" SHUT THE FUCK UP 😭😭😭

#dan and phil #dnp #phil lester #daniel howell #dapg #amazingphil #danandphilgames #devan #devan honeymoon

[thoughtsandmusingsandideas]

I had a thought for a creator but they didn't believe they were the creator and could influence others into believing it too.

The two characters are Sara kujou and yae miko

@mastadon64 here you go!

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Godboss - Kujou Sara and Yae Miko

Kujou Sara

Cw: Sexual innuendos

-Honestly, waking up in Teyvat, you had a hard time convincing yourself you weren’t dreaming

-(It took you tumbling down a hill and slamming into a particularly sharp rock to realize it was not a dream. Also, ow)

-(You ignored the way your blood was golden. You were pretty sure you’d never seen the Genshin characters bleed anyways. It was probably just censoring. Totally.)

-Some way or another, you ended up in Inazuma

-Honestly, it wasn’t as bad as you were expecting

-Most of the creatures were pretty chill, and as long as you avoided the people, you didn’t get in much trouble

-And then you kicked a Tenryou commission officer in the face and got arrested

-You know, jail wasn’t as bad as you expected either!

-Your cellmates weren’t too bad either- one of them asked you if you were god, which was weird, because you didn’t look anything like the Shogun, but you gave him a stick of dango and he shut up

-(You might not have been a god, but the fact that you managed to keep your inventory from the game was the closest thing to a divine blessing that you could imagine. Who needs a gnosis when you have your own pocket dimension?)

-It’s about half an hour before you’re taken from your cell for questioning

-You walk into a small interrogation room, shock igniting in your chest as you spot Kujou Sara

-Wasn’t she important?

-Was kicking that guy in the face really such a grave offense?

-“Are you the Creator God?” She asks, deathly serious

-Why did people keep asking you this???

-You’re pretty sure you don’t look too godly, garbed in stolen clothes that you’re ninety percent sure you put on wrong, a fading bite mark on your arm from when you tried to pet a rifthound, leaves in your hair. Honestly, you looked pretty disheveled, and…

-“Is that your way of saying you think I’m hot? Like… godly or whatever?”

-Considering the way the Tengu’s face turns a vibrant red, you’re either very right, or very wrong

-It’d be funnier if you were right though, so you press on

-“I mean, not that I’m not into it, but I’m feeling kinda iffy about the power dynamic here- prisoner and cop is a cute trope and all, but not all that smart in real life, I mean I get it if it’s a kink or whatever, I know handcuffs are attractive, but as of right now it’s immoral-”

-“Shut up. Please.” Sara mumbled, covering her red face with her hand. Her hair has more volume than usual, tiny sparks of static dancing between the strands

-“… I mean after I get out of prison I’d totally be down to go on a date, and if you feed me well enough I might even let you handcuff me.” You add.

-The silence in the room is heavy

-“Get out.”

-“Yes ma’am. Hm. No. Yes Mommy? Yes Master-“

-You’re cut off by an electrically charged arrow striking the wall beside your head.

-“Out.”

-“Okay!”

-You’re released from prison three days later, now with a whole gaggle of new friends from criminals

-(You ignored the fact that some of them made really important sounding speeches swearing their fealty to you. Also the small shrine they were building in your honor. If you didn’t acknowledge it, it didn’t exist)

-You were surprised that as soon as you left, you were met with a glaring Kujou Sara, who takes your hand in her own

-“Am I being arrested again?”

-“… I’m going to take you on a date. And then I’m going to handcuff you.”

-“Yes Mommy!”

-“I Will Shoot You Again.”

Yae Miko

-You had to admit, stumbling upon a small shrine that seemed to be dedicated to your doppelgänger was creepy

-But you had also just been Isekaied to video game land, so you were pretty adaptable at the moment.

-Or high on adrenaline.

-You pick up one of the Sunsiettas from the shrine, biting down and relaxing, until-

-“Your excellency?!” A voice squeaks, and looking up you see a very frazzled shrine maiden staring at you.

-“Uh. No?” You say, swallowing the Sunsietta.

-The shrine maiden starts sobbing. “Your excellency!”

-“Oh- no- I’m- uh- I’m like you? You know? I’m uh… a messiah? Priest? Prophet? Whatever gets you to stop crying?” You awkwardly pat her head.

-“You- you’re the Creators chosen one?” She blubbers.

-“Uh. Yeah. Totally. Stop crying.”

-“CHOSEN ONE!” And she’s crying again

-After a lot of crying, you’re led to the Grand Narukami shrine, where you’re introduced to the head shrine maiden as the chosen one

-“… Are you sure she’s not just the creator?”

-“You flatter me. I’m just gods favoritist and most specialist little princess.”

-The Kitsune likes this. Perhaps too much, but we’ll let her have her fun

-And thus, the war to get you to admit that you’re the Creator begins, hidden under the guise of her introducing you to chosen one duties

-She takes you on a pilgrimage all across Inazuma first, going to the most dangerous places possible just to put you in danger and save you at the last second, disappointed that you never use godly powers to save (read: reveal) yourself

-She meditates with you, and paints obscure markings on your face when you fall asleep, which you have to pass off as messages from the creator

-She takes you to meet the Shogun, but after leaving you alone for five minutes, returns to you teaching her poker and robbing her blind. You cited divine luck and she pretended she didn’t notice the cards stuffed inside your sleeve

-It ends pretty anticlimactically, actually

-She’s introducing you to the local foxes, when you trip over a rock and face plant into the floor

-And get a nose bleed

-Miko can’t help but doubling over in laughter at the sight of your pout as golden blood drips down your face

-“And how are you explaining this one, Oh revered Chosen One?”

-“Genetic condition.”

-The laughter doubles

#genshin sagau #sagau #sagau x reader #sagau genshin #self aware genshin impact au #genshin impact sagau #sagau cult au #sagau Kujou Sara #Sagau Yae Miko #I got a bit distracted with Sara and didn’t add too much creator stuff #but I still like it #I’m incapable of writing the creator as normal because I am not normal #the creator is an agent of chaos and we love them for it #RIP random shrine maiden she’s probably dehydrated now from all the crying #honestly to properly acclimate to a whole new world you’ve gotta be at least a bit insane

[kakushino]

Haganezuka's apprentice - Fem!Reader

You'd heard about his temper, or rather, you heard his temper, long before you first saw him. The need for new swordsmiths went beyond personal wants and so, you found yourself as one of the would-be apprentices under masters of their trade. Your master though? Haganezuka Hotaru

Since you would be entering the Swordsmiths' village proper, as a citizen and not a visitor, you had received your own hyottoko mask, as ugly as the rest of them, yet crucial for its anonymity. You were grateful to it though, because it hid your scowl during your first few weeks under Master Haganezuka's dubious tutelage.

"Not like that, you stupid shithead!"

"This is shoddy as hell. Again."

"Useless brat."

"If Kamado got a sword like this, he'd be coming back for another in a day."

It was all you could do to not blow up on him. As it was, you just shut your mouth and tried to keep up. You weren't even sure if he knew you weren't a man; after all, the masks did distort even voices.

You understood though, really. He was forbidden from touching the forge until he healed up and just tried to focus his energy on you, but he went about it completely wrong. 

Every insult and snide comment fueled your wrath. It was time to show him what you were made of, what you learned and what you could do. 

With bandage-covered hands from the blisters and rawness of overworking, you did what you did best as of late - forge.

The day you presented your first 'passable' wakizashi (passable for him, very good for others) was the day his comment felt less offensive and more… like a compliment?

"Hmpf, guess you aren't that incompetent, brat."

With time, the heat of his words went out of the window, his vulgarity dwindling as you improved in leaps and bounds. Despite his harshness and unpolished way of teaching, you'd become a swordsmith who could stand on her own two feet. Your apprenticeship would last for years more though, giving you plenty of time to really get to know your master.

"You didn't buy yourself any dango? Idiot. Here, take one. Don't tell a soul or you're dead."

"Here… What do you think it is? I didn't know you were so stupid you couldn't recognize tea. You like this type, don't you? So shut up and take it."

"Tsk. Brat. As if you could distract me from my- is that Gyomaru's dango? Hand it over."

Haganezuka Hotaru was just abrasive on the outside, but a big softie on the inside. 

A big softie who couldn't take care of himself properly at times. 

"Master Haganezuka, you need to eat. You've been in here for over a day." You cautiously touched his shoulder, hoping beyond hope he would snap out of the Zone. You'd brought dango and tea, hoping to entice him with the smell at first. It wasn't working, obviously.

He said nothing, just continued to hammer away at his latest work. 

“Master Haganezuka?” you shook his shoulder a little, making him pause for a moment before he continued. Your patience wore thin. You scowled. You’d be surprised if the ugly expression wasn’t permanently fixed into your face with how often you wore it when dealing with him. 

Maybe taking off his mask would make him pay attention to me?

Spoiler alert: It did not.

But it did make your face feel hot when you saw how handsome he was under it. A few shiny scars from the not-so-recent village attack still stood out against his pale skin, making him even more attractive.

Sweat made his dark hair stick to his skin, and suddenly, you were curious about the whole picture; you untied his scarf - it wasn’t like he was going to un-Zone anytime soon, you reasoned. You were not ready for the dark wavy tresses spilling over his shoulders. It was not fair how much of a looker he was. Was this man really single?

You continued to study him, memorizing his features for long lonely nights in your accommodation. Soon enough, you realized you were being a creep and should stop at once; you needed to finish what you started after all.

“Master Haganezuka!” you reached for his other shoulder to shake it. What you didn’t account for was the fact it was his blind side. Instead of an insult or even a scathing remark, you were nearly slashed with a red-hot blade in the face. You took a quick step back and it thankfully only knocked off your hyottoko mask to the ground, the wood smoking a little where the iron made contact with it. You stared at it with wide eyes, your heart in your throat and terror pulsing in your veins. “...”

“...you’re a woman?” 

Your eyes met his, both of you staring at each other in disbelief. “You didn’t know?” 

A flush rose to his cheeks, before his expression turned to white ash. “The old man is gonna kill me.”

"How did you not know I was a woman? The Chief told you when he was introducing me."

"I wasn't listening," he huffed, looking away. 

"More importantly, you just tried to kill me!" 

"Not my fault you were being stupid, brat!"

"You were being stupid. You didn't get out of here for over a day! You have to eat! And sleep!"

"Sleep is for the weak! I need to finish this project-" Haganezuka turned back to his bench, reaching for his hammer.

You snatched the tool before he could touch it. "No, you don't-" You high-tailed it out of his forge, clutching his favorite hammer as if your life depended on it.

"Wait-! You useless wench!"

Your master swore up a storm, hurling insults, screaming at you and chasing you with his half-finished blade. 

Kanamori even ran out into the street in his pajamas, mask askew, a katana of his own in hand, thinking there was an attack again. Seeing Haganezuka, he huffed and went back to sleep, too tired to deal with this right now.

A few days later, the Chief came to officially scold your master. You had a kick out of it, thankful your mask hid your smirk.

#does this count as a drabble? #probably not since it has 1k words #desi writing #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #fluff #i think it counts as fluff #haganezuka hotaru #haganezuka hotaru x reader #haganezuka x reader #hotaru haganezuka #haganezuka #i tried

[fatuismooches]

synopsis: The first to betray him was his creator, his mother. The second was his family, his friend. The third was a child similar to him. Would you, his lover, be the fourth?

includes: scaramouche w/ gn! reader

notes: An uncompleted fic I wrote in October before Scaramouche's release. Therefore it is not very accurate, especially the part where he likes sweets. I don't think I'll finish it, so I decided to post my ramblings here for your entertainment. (Some places won't make sense... I jumped around a lot, by the way.)

Imagine being eternal lovers with Scaramouche.

You can’t remember the exact date when you first encountered the man, who was the definition of beauty. How many centuries ago was that again? Two? Three? Nevermind that. After all, the one thing you’d never forget was the first memory you made with him.

You placed the sweet treats on your table, ready for your delicious snack. But you know what? You needed something to drink too. Perhaps you’d try some of that Dango Milk you saw, from that guy whose stall never got any business since everyone was so skeptical of it. Dango with dango would surely be an interesting combination. And so you set out to quickly purchase some, not bothering to lock your doors. You would only be gone for five to ten minutes, after all.

What you did not expect, however, was that when you returned, your front door was wide open. Hesitantly climbing up the steps very slowly, you were greeted by an unknown man’s presence inside your house, munching away at your damn dango. It took a few seconds to process - someone went broke into your house to eat your food. And it occurred to you - out of anything he could steal, he chose to steal sweets. Not the stash of Mora you had hidden away, or some vases, or anything that actually had monetary value. He chose the Tricolor Dango lying on your kitchen table, half of it already eaten. If you weren’t so scared of some guy breaking into your house, you would have thought it was cute. (Little did he know, his own tastes reflected that of his creator.)

Wait, you shouldn’t be trying to analyze him, he was literally in your house uninvited! You needed to get the Tenryou Commission or something! And so you stepped back, but of course, the dreaded very loud creak of that one particular floorboard echoed throughout the house, and the man immediately noticed you. You were busted. (Or was he? Later you would learn this was far more embarrassing for him than for you.)

Gorgeous, long indigo hair flowed down, coupled with matching eyes and porcelain skin. Up close, he looked so beautiful that it almost didn’t feel humanly possible.

“Don’t even think of saying a word of this to anyone,” he hissed out threateningly, “or else.” You let out a muffled “okay” and furiously nodded your head, not wanting to know what the ‘or else’ entailed. Then he released his hand from your mouth, quickly slammed the door shut, and left. By the time you could regain your composure and look out the window, the doll-like man was already gone.

All that remained of the encounter were the empty sticks that held dango before on your table.

—

A good amount of time had passed since that situation. You went about your life, working, eating, sleeping, shopping. But for some reason, you could not get the intruder out of your mind. You had so many questions about him. Maybe it was because your life was too boring and although he had scared you, you were quite interested in him. How’d he know your door was unlocked? Maybe he was following you? What kind of financial situation did he have if he had to steal dango from you?! And for his stunning looks, his mouth was quite… foul. As these thoughts continued to plague your mind, there was only one thing to do.

Attempt to make him come back, of course. Now, you did not have the means to just go out and look for him, nor could you ask around for information about him. So you did the only thing you could do was lure him out. With dango, of course, since that was the only piece of information you had about him.

Every evening, you would wait on the porch with a plate of various types of dango on it next to you. Of course, he didn’t show up, but you didn’t have anything better to do. And so, your nightly activities quickly changed to drinking a cup of tea while reading on your porch, as you awaited the mysterious man’s presence. 

Unfortunately, after a week or two, the only thing you were successful in was gaining weight from all of the sweets you had to eat after he didn’t show up, your wallet consequently being drained, and powering through the strange but appreciative looks the vendor gave you when you came back every day to purchase new sweets.

It was another day of executing your very poorly thought-out plan, and you began to grow rather sleepy. You were practically messing up your sleep schedule for some random guy. That was just… embarrassing, you thought, but you couldn’t help it. Leaning your body against a pillar of the porch, you closed your eyes, allowing your mind to go wild with fantasies. Perhaps you could experience one of those forbidden romance novel plots like from Yae Publishing House with this stranger… ah, how marvelous that would be…

Your breathing began to slow, and your thoughts became less coherent. You were on the verge of falling asleep, but you could hear some noise, even though it was fuzzy in your current state. But no matter, it was probably just some squirrels. But then you heard it much louder, coming much closer to you by the second. It was the familiar crunch of the leaves that had fallen around your house that had made you jump back to life.

And there he was, long silky hair flowing behind him, unscarred skin, soft lips, and pretty eyes, though his resemblance of eternal beauty disappeared when he noticed you were not sleeping, wide awake in fact.

Of course, you sprang to your feet almost immediately, not about to let this opportunity after weeks of waiting slip away.

“Hey! Don’t go this time! I have… more dango! For you!” You must have looked pretty pathetic to be convincing a criminal to stay with sweets of all things, but you gave up your dignity when you started with this plan.

“… Were you trying to make me come back with this simple-minded idea? Idiot.” It seemed like he only liked to open his mouth when he was able to insult you. (But you also thought that he was trying to play off his embarrassment.)

“Well, it worked, did it not? Seems like you’re the idiot because you actually came again, and had to wait until I was asleep. Were you scared of me?” you sassed back. By the look on his face, it seemed like you annoyed him.

“Watch it,” he snapped. “I could make you very scared of me right now.”

You didn’t doubt that so you quickly shut your mouth and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. “W-well, you should come get what you came for,” gesturing towards the dango. But he didn’t move, to your displeasure. Was it too close to you, perhaps? And so you pushed the plate as far away to the other side as possible, and at last, he walked forward to grab it. He picked up a stick of dango and scrutinized it, as if it was possible you poisoned him or something. But it appeared to pass his inspection test, as he began to munch on it.

“I was hoping you’d give up soon.” You perked up at his words. Finally an opportunity for conversation. 

“After everything I’ve invested into this, I couldn’t,” you sighed. “And this means you were watching me, weren’t you?!”

His hair bounced as he shrugged his shoulders, taking a bite of the dango. “I had to make sure you didn’t tell anyone about me,” he said nonchalantly as if watching someone’s every move was normal. You decided to hold your tongue - you and your wallet worked hard for this after all. Some time passed, and you licked your lips, preparing yourself to ask your first question.

“So… what is your name, wanderer?”

The man merely shrugged as he continued to eat the dango. You began to wonder if that was the only thing he consumed. What kind of diet did he have, and how did he only survive on dango? But anyways, you weren’t sure if he didn’t want to tell you his name (which was highly likely) or rather there was another circumstance preventing him from doing so.

“Do you have a name?”

The eccentric individual paused for a brief moment, but that was all you needed to know. “Wait here,” you said, getting up to enter your house. You entered your room and looked under your bed, reaching for a huge encyclopedia. You cursed as you heaved it up, it was quite long. You shoved some other books inside that might be helpful, and carried them outside to the stranger.

“Shit,” you mumbled, practically dropping the books down on the porch. You were an average citizen, well, probably frailer than a normal person so carrying all these books felt like too big of a strain. At this point, the man was eyeing you suspiciously (and almost in annoyance?) but you pushed the books over to his side anyway.

“These,” you panted, “could help you find a name. Any name. Anything you like. You should choose it yourself,” you reasoned. “I can’t keep calling you stranger, you know” you tried to make a joke but immediately regretted it at his flat and almost unamused expression. You don’t think he is very friendly. But nonetheless, his eyes flickered down to the various assortment of books, and you could see a brief glimpse of… sadness? It disappeared as quickly as it came, but he very hesitantly sat down, reached for the pile, and began flipping through the pages. You let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding.

You didn’t know how much time passed, as the golden and orange hues of the sunset gradually vanished, replaced with the glow of the moon and stars. You were worried about if he could still see the text, but he was going through it with ease. He must have good eyesight. You didn’t want him to snap at you for staring at him again, so you looked up and counted the stars instead.

“Kunikuzushi.”

It took you a second to realize that he finally spoke. All of your energy returned as you sat up straight. “What?”

“Kunikuzushi. That is my name,” he repeated.

“Kunikuzushi…” you repeated. If you weren’t mistaken, that meant something along the lines of “country destroyer.” It certainly wasn’t a common name, and you were slightly worried about what country he wanted to destroy, but it was unique. It suited this eccentric stranger.

“Alright,” you smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Kunikuzushi.” 

—

Ever since you helped him choose his name, you made it a habit to continue to leave a plate of dango outside your house. Sometimes he would appear and eat with you, sitting all the way on the other edge of the porch. Other times, he wouldn’t show up while you were outside, but when you woke up in the morning, the dango was gone. Although you were still failing to make good conversation with him, his repeated visits satisfied you for now. It felt nice to have a new person in your life. Until one day, he came to you during the night, right before you were about to retire to your bed for the day.

“Where is it?”

You sighed. “Good night to you too, Kuni. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Kunikuzushi rolled his eyes and scowled. “It’s Kunikuzushi,” he emphasized. “Not that… nonsense.”

“Mhm, totally understand. I’ll stop calling you that, Ku,” you teased.

“You're an exasperating human,” he glared. “Anyway, where is my plate?” His plate? Oh, he was talking about how you didn’t leave out any dango tonight.

“Well, I got out late from work and by the time I went to the stall, it was already closed for the day. So, you’ll just have to survive without any today. Sorry, Kuni.” You were tempted to make fun of him but the look on his face made you feel kind of bad. He sucked his teeth and actually looked kind of annoyed, and was positioned to leave. And then you came up with a solution.

“Hey, don’t go. Come inside, I have an idea,” you said, opening your door wider.

Kunikuzushi squinted his eyes suspiciously at you. “Why?”

“Oh, stop acting as if I’m gonna kill you or something. Just get in here!” You turned your back and headed towards your kitchen, and a few seconds later you heard your door slam shut. You were delighted to have Kuni back in your house.

You retrieved a cookbook and looked over the ingredients for Tri-Color Dango. Glutinous rice flour, tofu, sugar, milk… sakura blooms, and snapdragons for the coloring. And some green tea would go well with it. Good thing you had all of the essential ingredients.

“I’m just going to make you the dango from scratch, so you can sit down and wait.”

“You can do that?”

“Of course,” you laughed. “Buying it is just more convenient and less work for me. Would you like to watch me, Kunikuzushi?”

He couldn’t deny that he was interested, and so he silently pulled a chair and sat at your kitchen table, earning a cheeky grin from you.

You smiled, (insert process on making dango)

“You can’t eat it yet!” you said, quickly stopping him from biting it. “We need to cook it first!” He looked disappointed.

“Just follow me,” you hummed as you began sticking the dango through the bamboo skewer. He looked over and started doing the same with ease. Huh. He was pretty good at it.

“Of course. Most foods taste better homemade.”

You don’t know why, but after that experience, Kunikuzushi started to knock on your door a lot more often, to the point you saw him almost every day. His time of arrival varied, but nonetheless, he became a familiar face you welcomed. To be honest, you had no idea what to do with him at first. He still did not divulge anything about himself, and rather looked at you expectantly. So you decided to teach him things, as you had a feeling he wasn’t good at traditional basic tasks.

You tried to teach him how to sew and crochet. Kunikuzushi ended up pricking his finger multiple times and the string of curses that followed was endless. When he joined you to plant flowers and vegetables, he grew frustrated when the things he planted didn’t grow, when he accidentally placed too much pressure on the seeds, and kept messing up the correct amount of water. Anything that required great care and gentleness, he did not succeed in. 

So you told him about the ancient Irodori Festival, about beloved Inazuman folklore, about your favorite childhood stories, to which he scoffed and rolled his eyes, calling out some of the dumb choices by the protagonists, but always listening to you with full attention. Admittedly, you were guilty of accidentally teaching him some of your favorite combinations of curses.

You introduced him to more of your favorite sweets (with him sitting at the table watching you, it was the best option.) Despite his clear fondness for sweets, he vehemently denied it and didn’t have an aptitude for making them at all. Every time Kuni tried to bake something with you, he poured the incorrect amount causing the excess to slip, or turned the heat up too high or too low, scowling at every failure. He didn’t seem to have much of an appetite for other meals, which confused you. Didn’t he have to eat something else to survive? But he always seemed perfectly fine, in better health than you. You decided not to question it further.

But when Kuni followed you around while shopping, if any of the sellers tried to scam you or raise the price a little too high, he would quickly lash out a string of things you’d rather not repeat. And while you profusely apologized for his behavior, you were secretly grateful because it helped you out a lot. When you struggled to hold the grocery bags, he would snatch them from you, complaints following but none had any real bite to them when compared to his actions. Despite his lean stature, he was surprisingly strong.

The more time you spent with him, the more you grew to like him. You had realized that since your first encounter, Kuni had started to show more emotion, as if he was repressing it in the beginning. You had no idea why he hung around you of all people; Kunikuzushi had no obligation to, much less help you with random tasks. It was as if he had nowhere else to go, to return to. But you didn’t want to question him, in fear he’d leave you for prying.

—

Your new pastime with Kunikuzushi involved explaining and taking him around Inazuma to partake in “useless human frivolities.” (You were confused as to though he referred to things as if they didn’t include him, but whenever you brought this up, he just scoffed and ignored you.) But one place he vehemently refused to go was the shrine.

“I don’t want to go there.” The firmness of his statement caught you off guard.

“To the shrine? Is there any particular reason why?”

You could already tell by the look on his face that he would not be responding. Perhaps he did not like the Gods. “Well, that’s okay. It’s not my favorite place either.” And that was the end of it. It was the same thing when you went anywhere near the Electro Archon’s Tenshukaku. He would tense up, grit his teeth, and drag you to the other direction. You wished to know why he loathed the Gods, but you still did not know anything about his past. Maybe one day he’ll open up.

Whenever you ushered Kunikuzushi into your house when it was raining, in fear that he’d get sick, he always replied that he wouldn’t, and he didn’t. He defeated hilichurls and monsters easily with electro powers, despite not having a Vision. How he frequently referred to you as human. It was all starting to make a lot more sense.

(I was going to write a scene about you two falling in love here.)

When Scaramouche was on the other side of the nation, the recipes you gave to him of the meals you made before for him gave him some peace. It didn’t taste nearly as good as when you made it. He wondered if it was due to his skills, or rather because he didn’t have you to share it with.

(I had planned that after Scara left to go to the Fatui, he comes back to find you missing. Later he finds you but you were experimented on in a hidden lab, somehow causing your lifespan to increase, hence the eternal lovers part. The experimentation left you really weak which is why he was scared you were going to die and leave him.)

He placed his hat to the side and sat down next to your bed, gazing at your sleeping figure. You were so frail and powerless, like a typical human. Yet he found himself coming back every time. But now as he looks at you, a familiar, disgusting feeling forms in the pit of his stomach again.

The first to betray him was his creator, his mother. The second was his family, his friend. The third was a child similar to him. Would you, his lover, be the fourth?

You couldn’t leave him. You just can’t. Without you, the fury he desperately tries to quell will surely swallow him whole. You had to come and weasel your way into his life despite his persistence in hating humans. If he never saw your eyes peer at him curiously when he told stories of the outside world, if you never laughed again while he insulted his co-workers, he would… he would never forgive you.

Or rather, Scaramouche suddenly thought, had he betrayed you instead? He had promised himself many years ago, to always protect you. Yet he failed. And now you were in this state because of his weakness.

The Harbinger balled his hands into fists so tightly, he threatened to draw blood. And he would have, if he didn’t notice you twitch and sleepily mumble. He drew his attention to you and unballed his hands to gently hold yours.

Scaramouche, or rather Kunikuzushi, rested his head on the soft sheets, squeezing your hand. You would wake up, he knew you would… you never let him down, unlike anyone else… This was a moment that no one else would ever know about.

But the moment of eternity peace was broken by a knock on her door. Immediately, Scaramouche shot up and put his hat back on, needing to get back into character.

“Come in.”

One of the agents appeared, looking terrified for his life as usual. He licked his lips, trying to find the words to talk, but failed.

“Spit it out already,” Scaramouche scowled, annoyed at the intrusion.

“Lord Harbinger I- well, I t-think it would be easier for you to read this yourself. It was found in the lab."

(This was supposed to be the ending of the fic...)

You were there for him. When he was just Kunikuzushi, when he was Scaramouche. When he was a Harbinger, when he wasn’t. When he tried to find a heart with the Electro Archon’s gnosis, and the aftermath of his tears, reassuring him that he was more than enough for you, that your heart was his.

You would belong to each other for eternity.

(The way Scaramouche canonically hates sweets singlehandedly ruined the plot of this fic💀)

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche genshin #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche angst #scaramouche fanfic #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui x reader #scaramouche drabble #genshin impact scaramouche

[trans-marcus-brutus]

On a scale of Caesar to Macbeth how you reacting to the prophecy

#shut up dangos #Julius Caesar #Macbeth #Shakespeare

[a-certain-romance]

Your hips, your lips, they’re mine Pt2

Characters/Ships: Ei x fem!reader

Synopsis: Your relationship with her has brought a lot of unwanted attention. Thankfully, she came up with the perfect solution.

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, semi-public sex, fingering, oral (eating reader out)

A/N: Ahh ty anon! I hope this one is to your liking, have a nice day/night too <3

Link to Pt1 & Pt3

Ei loves you dearly, but she is still an archon. She can’t ignore her duties just because she has a lover. She does her best to put the necessary work into your relationship but she tends to still spend days locked away in her euthymia. You understand that it’s for the best.

But, her being gone has made you lonely. Yes, you had your fare share of friends in the city, but Ei’s absence leaves a hole in your heart every time she leaves. Miko’s senses picked up on your sadness and offered herself as company during every duration until she returns.

Under all that playful nature, she’s akin your feelings. Her attentiveness paired with years of knowing Ei gives her an intriguing idea. After all this time it seems that Ei still hasn’t fully learned her lesson; while it is somewhat necessary, she’s still deliberately neglecting her own lover. It’s about time she gets what she deserves for shutting herself in her euthymia for so long.

“Since when have the two of you become so close?” Ei muses. You and Miko were having tea in the Tenshukaku as you were awaiting her arrival, she insisted that she would be there waiting with you. “Oh dear me, where has the time gone? I’ve been spending quality time with her while you’ve been away in your little bubble” Miko responds while placing her hand on yours. Ei is quizzical, but simply sits down to join you two for the tea.

It should be fantastic that you’re both getting along. Her two most favorite (living) people foraging a companionship, she couldn’t have asked for a better outcome. It should make her happy. But seeing your relationship with Miko just seemed…different. As much as Ei wants to blame her suspicions on her lack of understanding towards mortal customs, she swears she once saw a couple in Inazuma reflect the two of you.

On the other hand Ei has never been one for PDA. At best she’ll hold your hand on your strolls to the dango cart and wherever else you may happen by, and if you’re extremely lucky maybe you’ll get a kiss on the cheek. She prefers to cherish you in privacy. She still has to her image to maintain after all. But recently Ei has the urge to show her needy side more out in public and tries her best to push away those conflicting feelings. Is this what you want? To be worshipped in public? It’s as if she needs to prove herself to others by staking claim of what’s hers wherever you go, especially if it’s with Miko. But it never seems like it’s enough.

Something is always stirring inside her. It’s as if every time she pulls you in, Miko will pull you right back out and into her grasp. Ei sees it as a challenge. Perhaps meditation can be postponed for the time being she thinks. The puppet can handle herself just fine. She knows that this is all apart of Milo’s antics to get under her skin, but why now? And why you? You were always an innocent bystander in any of their quarrels. You told Ei you had plans early in the morning which gave Ei the perfect opportunity to have a one-on-one chat with the Kitsune.

As Ei climbed her way up the mountain to settle things with Miko, she finds no sign of her pink-headed familiar. Instead you’re there, dressed head to toe in a shrine maiden’s garment. Earlier that day, Miko had asked you to watch over the shrine as she left for her weekly check-in at the publishing house. There weren’t as many guests or shrine maidens present, so she fully entrusted you to look after things. Why in tyvat she didn’t choose one of the last few shrine maidens instead is beyond you.

With Ei here now, you watch as her eyes darken and her hands twitch. You’re about to call out to your lover to ask what’s wrong but before you can get a word out, she strides forward and pick you up with your legs on either side of her waist. You gasp into her neck and she takes you behind one of the shrine buildings.

She settles you against the wall and begins tearing off your kimono. “Dammit Miko”. You’ve only ever seen her genuinely mad a handful of times, annoyed sure, but being so up close you can see electricity dance in her eyes and along her skin.

She runs a finger up and down your slit, teasing you by barley pushing in. “Ei! Someone could see us! Or hear us!” Ei only laughs bitterly, “Let them see and hear as they wish. Maybe they can pass the message to Miko. Tell her all about how I’m gunna fuck you”. Your hips buckle in response.

“Oh? You’d like that wouldn’t you? Want them to run their mouth about how you love to get pleased by your archon?”

Ei gets down to her knees and wraps your legs around your shoulders instead. She needs to taste you. Needs to remind herself that she’s the only one who will ever know what your sweet cunt tastes like. She gives you a few shallow licks before curling her arms around your thighs and pulling you closer. She needs you and she’s gunna make sure you know that too.

Your moans are starting to become louder and louder as they escape from your mouth. You try to cover your mouth with your hand but one of Ei’s reaches up and entwines her fingers with yours.

“I want to hear you” she mumbles into you and it sends vibrations through your body. You look down questioningly only to find that she’s already looking upwards at you, “I want to see you”. You take that as your queue to let go.

Your teared clothing wouldn’t be suitable for the trek down the mountain so Ei carries you into her Euthimiya where she manifests a bed for you both to share. After plopping you down, she spoons you from behind and nuzzles into your neck.

“I want every person in Inazuma to know that you’re mine. And I’ll be damned if Miko doesn’t get the hint”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #ei genshin #Ei #raiden ei #ei x reader #ei x you #ei x y/n #raiden shogun x reader #raiden shogun #raiden baal #genshin raiden #raiden x reader #ei smut #raiden shogun smut #baal smut #💋

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Dinner and Crafts

Pairing: KakaGai

Words:

Note: Inspiration from @edai-crplpnk and @maitogaimybeloved and other's from the Kakagai server who spoil me with cute ideas <3 i also offer this to @kakagaievents for Kakagai Valentines week because i… did not write anything else 😭😭😭

The room was quiet when Kakashi entered. Not a sound reached his ears as he stepped past the front door into the living room. Not a single grunt echoed from the bedroom, signalling that Gai was in the midst of an intense workout that Kakashi could only hope wasn’t going to result in an uncomfortable sleep because his husband forgot once again to be mindful of his damaged leg.

There was no laughter piercing through the air, guiding him to the kitchen where he would find his husband's elbows deep into his fifth baking project of the week.

Not even a light chatter of Gai muttering to himself about his next workout plan or whatever precious thoughts had sprung into his mind reached his ears.

There was nothing but silence, and every alert went off in Kakashi’s mind. Immediately he began searching for Gai’s chakra signature, though he felt no sense of relief when the warmth of Gai’s light chakra reached him. 

Gai's absence would have been more comforting in this scenario, since it would tell him that his husband had grown bored waiting around for him to finish with meetings and join him, and had instead gone outside to find something to entertain himself with. His presence mixed with unrelenting silence meant something completely different.

Something was wrong. That was the only explanation he could think of.

Maito Gai was not a man who could be quiet for long periods. In that regard, he was the complete opposite of Kakashi. 

“Gai?” nudging the door shut with his foot he waited to hear the soft ‘click’ of it closing before toeing his shoes off and nudging them off to the side. “You in here?”

“Rival!” Gai’s voice called from the bedroom, breaking the eery silence and filling the home with that beautiful warmth that made Kakashi so excited to return after a long day of being surrounded by other people. “In the bedroom! I would get up but-”

“Don’t worry about it,” dropping his keys onto the coffee table he made his way toward the bedroom. A bag of sushi hung off of his left arm, with a beautifully wrapped furoshiki full of Dango from the only Dango shop in Konoha that Gai would frequent. “I brought dinner and dessert, so I hope you’re hungry.”

Stopping in front of their bedroom door, Kakashi raised an eyebrow when he saw his husband sitting with his back against the end of their bed and his leg stretched out in front of him. He hunched over himself with his eyes focused intently on something in his hands. 

Immediately Kakashi noticed that his husband’s prosthetic wasn’t on, and when he glanced toward Gai’s side of the bed he saw it sitting in its charging station. There was a bit more dirt on the foot than there had been when he checked on it that morning, wanting to make sure it was charged properly so that Gai could use it if he wanted, but otherwise looked the same as when he had left for work. 

 Dragging his eye from the prosthetic he focused on the spot across from Gai where seven out of eight of his ninja hounds lay in various positions enjoying the feeling of the sun that filled the room from the bedroom window.

The eighth hound, Shiba, was sitting at Gai’s side watching what he was doing. 

“You got my nose wrong,” Shiba objected, earning a grunt from Gai. “It’s less pointed than that. A bit rounder.”

“Your nose?” everyone’s attention turned to Kakashi in that moment, and without wasting a second Pakkun picked himself up from his comfortable spot across Bull’s back and trotted up to his summoner. “What are you doing?”

“Working.” Gai beamed, his smile lighting up the room even more than the sun itself. “Tenten was visiting earlier and told me she saw another wheelchair user in the village with pins on the back of his chair. It gave me an idea and, well.” Lifting his hand he turned it toward Kakashi to show him what he was working on. “How does it look?”

Examining the work, Kakashi couldn’t help but chuckle. “Is this what you’ve been doing all day?” he asked, making his way toward Gai and kneeling in front of him to get a closer look. “Shiba’s right. The nose is a little pointy.”

“I told you!”

Glancing to the side, Kakashi’s smile grew even wider when he saw a small collection of pins sitting at Gai’s side. There were five in total, each representing one of his summons.

“Pin’s,” he chuckled. “Of the hounds? Why them?” Coming up to his side Pakkun prodded at the bag of food with his nose. 

“Well, they were here,” Gai answered, earning himself a sharp glare from every single hound in the room. “And I want Pin’s the second-best summons in the village of course! Why wouldn’t I?”

Pakkun sat back and tilted his head. “Second best?”

“Of course!” Puffing out his chest Gai returned Pakkun’s glare with one of his own, though it was more an expression of determination rather than genuine annoyance. “I love you all, but Ningame will always be the best summon.”

“The Tortoise of course,” Pakkun huffed. “Yet we’re the ones sitting here keeping you company.”

“Ningame would keep me company too!”

Ignoring the argument happening in front of him, Kakashi reached over Gai and picked up one of the empty pins sitting beside him. Besides that, he could see a pile of clay, which Gai seemed to be used to create rather accurate depictions of the hounds, and even some pre-made pins of Nunchuck’s, Kunai’s and other shinobi weapons. 

“So,” he glanced Gai’s way, a playful smile stretching across his lips and reaching into his eyes. “If Ningame is so important that means you’re going to make a pin of him as well, correct?”

“Well, I-”

“And the S.O.S Turtle,” turning the pin around in his hand he examined the clays. All of the colours Gai had gotten matched the hound's fur, the dark blue of their vests, and the colours of their accessories. There were, however, no greens or reds that perfectly matched Ningame’s body and shell. “Gai…”

“I’m going to!” His husband insisted, a panicked look greeting him when he glanced his way. “I just want to make the hounds first.”

“I’m sure that would go over well with Ningame,” closing his hand around the pin he lifted his arm to show Gai the bag of food he’d brought home with him. “I placed an order at our favourite place. How does a Sushi dinner sound?”

Gai’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “That sounds fantastic, Rival,” he agreed. “But,” glancing down at the pin laying in his hand, he chuckled. “Can I finish this one first? I don’t want to leave it half done.”

“Oh Gai,” standing up, Kakashi glanced around the room and zeroed in on the tiny table that sat on his side of the bed. Most of the time the table served as a place to place his book and a cup of tea on the rare occasion he decided to enjoy it in bed, but tonight it would be perfect for holding their food. “We can eat here,” he declared while making his way toward the table. Once he was right in front of it he leaned down, grabbed hold of either side, and lifted it off of the ground. 

“Eat here?” Gai watched as he carried the table to the end of the bed, waited for him to adjust himself so that his legs were folded under him,  and gently placed it between him and the hounds. “Since when do we eat in the bedroom?”

“Today’s a special day,” Kakashi dismissed his concerns with a simple shrug of his shoulders and stepped around the table. Kneeling, he began gathering all of the supplies Gai had set down beside himself and moved them onto the table. “We can eat and work on pins at the same time.”

“Special day?” Tilting his head, Gai frowned. “What do you mean by that, Rival?”

Stopping amid his work, Kakashi turned to look at Gai. “You’re not being serious right now, are you?” he asked, sighing when his husband continued to stare at him with a blank expression. “Ah, I see. Well, no loss really,” grabbing the last bit of supplies he placed it on the table and straightened himself up. “It’s not that important. I just thought you would remember is all.”

Gai’s brows furrowed. “I don’t understand.”

“Oh,” raising his right hand, Kakashi waved it. Dismissing Gai’s concerns with a simple gesture. “Don’t worry about it. We’re going to have a nice sushi dinner right here while we continue working on these pins of yours.”

“Kakashi…”

“Better tell him, boss,” Bull stood up and stretched his front paws out in front of him. “Otherwise none of us are going to get a second of peace for the rest of the night.”

Aware of just how correct Bull was, Kakashi sighed. “It’s Valentine's Day.”

Gai’s eyes widened. “V-Valantines Day?”

Nodding his head, Kakashi grabbed hold of the bag handles and pulled the bag off of his arm. Once it was free he set it down in the centre of the table and sat directly across from Gai. Not even two seconds after he’d claimed his seats all eight hounds got up from their respective seats and began crowding around him.

Bull took the spot directly to his left and wasted no time in laying his head down on his lap. An offering which Kakashi immediately understood and took advantage of by laying his left hand down on top of Bull’s head. 

Akino, Shiba and Bizuke each took a spot directly behind him, covering his back and claiming the warmth that radiated off of him. 

Guruko, Uhei and Urushi worked around each other until they each had a spot on his right. Urushi had his head on top of Uhei’s back, and Guruko rubbed his head against Kakashi’s right leg while he got comfortable.

Once the first seven hounds were comfortable, Pakkun took his opening and jumped up onto Kakashi’s right shoulder in one giant leap. It took him only a few seconds to get comfortable in his spot, and as soon as he was happy he leaned his head against Kakashi’s neck. 

“What a terrible time not to have access to a camera,” Gai joked as he held his hands out in front of himself and formed a heart with his fingers. Peering through the heart, he grinned. “Beautiful.”

“And only you get to see it,” reaching a hand into the bag, Kakashi pulled out the Furoshiki and placed it off to the left. Away from all of the supplies they would be using. “How lucky are you?”

Dropping his hands, Gai glanced at the Furoshiki with curious eyes. “The luckiest in all of Konoha,” he answered without hesitation. “And I’m not even exaggerating. All of the girls and boys in Konoha would swoon if they saw you like this. The great Sixth Hokage-”

Picking up one of the blank pins, Kakashi chucked it at his husband. “Don’t say things like that, and don’t call me that.”

Gai snatched the pin out of the air before it could strike him and stuck his tongue out in protest. “I will say what I want,” he continued once his tongue retracted back into his mouth. “And it’s true. Pretty much everyone in Konoha would swoon if they saw you surrounded by eight adorable hounds.”

“Bloodhounds,” Pakkun protested with a grunt.”

“Adorable bloodhounds.” Gai corrected himself.

“Well, that will never happen,” reaching back into the bag, Kakashi began pulling containers out one by one. First, the Maki, which he set down a bit closer to himself, and then the tempura which they’d been kind enough to separate from the rest of the food. They went directly in front of Gai, who wasted no time in opening the container and admiring its contents. 

Next was the sashimi, and then the Nigiri, and finally the Uramaki. 

A variety of all their favourites that Kakashi had made sure to order three days ago to ensure they would be able to make it. Valentine's Day was one of the busiest days of the year after all, and he didn’t want a repeat of his and Gai’s first valentines Day together when they’d tried to go out to dinner only to realize every place in Konoha was booked full of couples wanting to spend the day together.

Thankfully they’d been able to make the order to go back then, and that’s how Kakashi and Gai continued to get their Valentine's Day dinners. Romantic dinners were nicer when they weren’t overshadowed by large crowds of people. 

That’s how Kakashi felt, at least. There was no value in going out for dinner if he couldn’t even hear Gai’s boisterous laugh over the sounds of dozens of other people trying to enjoy their special night out. 

“You got all of the usuals?” Opening the tempura, Gai held out a hand. Far too familiar with his husband's gestures, Kakashi dug his hand into the bag once more and pulled out two sets of chopsticks, but instead of handing one over to Gai he waved it in front of his face playfully. An action that was immediately rewarded with a rather annoyed glare from his husband. “Kakashi, I can smell the Tempura and it’s making my stomach growl.”

“You could try asking politely,” he offered. “You know there are these things called ‘manners’. I think you tried to teach them to your student once, but Tenten skipped all the lessons.”

“She did,” Gai nodded in agreement. “But you hardly need manners when you have better depth perception than your husband.”

Seeing his husband reaching out for the chopsticks, Kakashi pulled them back further. “You’ll have to get into a handstand and walk over here for them if you keep it up,” he huffed. “Besides, what I lack in-depth perception I more than makeup in other skills.”

“Other skills, eh,” Gai wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. “Like what?”

“Well-” A paw came over his mouth, silencing him before he could even form the words he wanted to say. 

“None of us need to hear that,” Pakkun grumbled from his spot on his shoulder. “Just give him the chopsticks. The quicker you two eat the quicker he can get back to work on those pins.”

“Mmm, impatient much?”

“He’s just upset I said I was going to make his pin last.” Leaning over the table, Gai swiped the chopsticks out of Kakashi’s hands and set the extra set down in front of him before settling back into his spot. 

“Last?” Kakashi asked. “Why is Pakkun last?”

“Well, I thought you might want to join me after work,” Opening the chopsticks, he separated them and immediately claimed his first piece of Tempura from the container. “So I was trying to save Pakkun’s pin for you since he’s your favourite.”

“He’s not-”

“He is,” seven of his eight hounds interjected while Pakkun sat on his shoulder snicker.

Knowing he was outnumbered, Kakashi opted for eating instead of arguing and picked up his chopsticks. “I love you all,” he muttered under his breath, turning his head when Bull rubbed his nose against his leg. 

“We know you do, boss.” the bulldog assured him, earning himself a quick scratch behind the ear and a pat on the head before Kakashi turned his attention back to his food. 

“So,” picking up another piece of tempura, Gai shoved it into his mouth and chewed it with such ferocity that Kakashi began to wonder just how long he’d been sitting here working on pins. Once he swallowed his food he continued speaking. “How was work?” His question was answered with an exhausted groan. “Ah, that bad?”

“I knew being Hokage was hard,” opening the container full of Maki, Kakashi claimed a piece of salmon maki and reached up with his free hand to tug his mask down so he could eat freely. “But no one told me that I would have to sit in so many meetings with the elders. It’s no wonder Tsunade-sama wanted out of the job.”

“Is training Naruto going any better?” Gai probed, his hand moving to the container Kakashi had just opened and claiming and piece of cucumber maki. “How long do you think it will be until he is ready to take the position from you?”

“Well,” thinking back to the work he’d done on teaching Naruto the importance of staying awake to complete his paperwork, he cringed. “I think we’re a few years away still, but I know for sure he’ll be able to handle the elders.”

Though, if he was being honest with himself he hoped Naruto wouldn’t have to handle the two cranky old elders who seemed to have made it their life’s mission to complain about everything he did. 

If he was really lucky, the two of them would stop being a thorn in his side sooner rather than later.

“Ah, anyways,” waving away all thoughts of his work day, he focused his stormy black eye on his husband and smiled. “Let’s talk about something more fun, like these pins,” he pointed to the blank pins and the clay sitting at the edge of the table. “You said you wanted to do Pakkun last, right?”

“Well, I actually thought-”

“In that case, I think I’ll step out after dinner,” he continued, ignoring the glare his husband gave him for cutting him off. “I’ll need green and red clay to work on my project.”

Gai stated at him, confusion settling into his eyes as he processed Kakashi's words. “Green and red?” he asked, even more confused when Kakashi nodded. “But the hounds don’t wear anything green and red.”

“Oh, it’s not for the hounds,” he smiled while reaching up to pet Pakkun’s head with the hand that wasn’t holding his chopsticks. “You’re making the hounds pins, I’m making pins for Ningame and the S.O.S Turtle.”

Gai’s jaw dropped. “You-”

“Well, someone has to,” he continued. “If you summon Ningame while you’re in your wheelchair and he sees pins of all my hounds, but none of him he’ll��well,” there were a few reactions he could think of. Anger, resentment, annoyance, jealousy. None of them were good, and all of them would result in Gai receiving a very long lecture about loyalty from his tortoise before Ningame disappeared to go and sulk back in his domain. “Besides,” he picked up another piece of Maki, this time opting for some cucumber maki. A cautionary choice, since his husband had a bad habit of eating it all on him when given the opportunity. “The hounds will get annoyed with me. I don’t take constructive criticism as well as you do.”

“Or at all,” Akino yapped behind him. 

“You would just ignore us,” Bull grunted. “That’s why we like him more.”

Placing a hand over his chest, Kakashi gasped dramatically. “Like him?” he pointed at his husband with his free hand. “More than me? Why I- well…” Tilting his head, he started into Gai’s eyes. “Actually, I can see that. He is cooler than me.”

And just like that, nine voices echoed in protest. Each one of them offered their reasons for why he was, in fact, the cooler of the two, but Kakashi didn’t listen to any of them. 

He simply enjoyed the sound of nine of his favourite voices bombarding him with love and continued to eat his sushi.

#Kakagai #Wheelchair User Gai #Amputee Gai #Kakashi's Ninken #Kakashi's Hounds #Post War #Hokage Kakashi

[elmentalwish]

yanfei really saw yelan and itto/shinobu in one room and went 

#ok ill shut up #JHGFDFGHJ #;the archon of inazuma can’t cook. all they know is dango milk. thunderbolt. pursue eternity and cry. (ooc)

[satorubrain]

CURSE THE GACHA!

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff, silly, kinda crack fic, angst (thanks to gacha games)

Synopsis: You simply lost your 5050 in genshin.

It was supposed to be a good morning, better even. You both didn't have any missions or classes today, you both are supposed to be resting in bed till the afternoon, cuddling, lazily waking up to do your basic routine, eating something, and perhaps putting on masks while watching a movie. You both are SUPPOSED to be lazily resting. But Satoru can't find you in your bed. It's 7:30 in the morning and he's patting your place to feel your warmth and suffocate you with his cuddles but you're missing, not just that the place you were sleeping in is cold, meaning it's been a while since you've already left.

He grumbles, whining and calling out your name as he drags himself out of bed to hunt you down. You're nowhere to be found until he smells a sweet delicacy and heads to the kitchen watching you anxiously pacing around in the kitchen, stomping your feet while waiting for the dangos to be cooked.

As happy as he is, he's also slightly worried about the cause of your anxiety. You don't even notice his presence until he hugs you from behind and rubs your arm to calm you down."Babe, what's wrong??" He asks, still sleepy as he knows it's probably nothing serious until you turn around and grip his arms and look at him with panic apparent on your face. That's when he gets a little serious and is prepared to fight off anything that's troubling you.

"Satoru... Do you think I'll win my 5050 I've been saving for Raiden for six months..." you confess quietly, almost on the verge of tears, gripping his arms tightly. The sentence utterly shocks the man in front of you. There's a brief silence until he bursts into laughter holding you in his arms while you look at him confused. His laugh seemed to be getting louder seeing you getting angry. Of course, the only thing that worries you is your gacha games, how could he ever forget that.

"This is why you aren't getting any dangos" you threaten as you push the man away who is laughing at you and go back to prepping the dangos you made to celebrate your beloved 2d character as you wait for the game to update while swatting him away from the delicacy you made. That could barely stop him from clinging to you and whining about how much he deserved those treats you made.

Ignoring him, you finally get seated, in front of your computer, on Gojo's lap as he refuses to let go of you. Anxiously waiting while holding Gojo's hand tightly when the loading gets stuck on that geo symbol.

"Don't worry, princess, you will win the 5050"

He pats your head trying to calm down his silly beloved which seems to help until you open the banner screen and gasp when you see Raiden waiting to join your team, holding Gojo's hand even tighter.

"Princess you'll cut off my blood circulation" he remarks, giggling, just for you to hold his hand even more tightly with a "shut up" thrown at him.

Soon as you start pulling, it doesn't take long to see your awaited golden yellow fragment falling down from the sky, happily waiting for your lovely Raiden to come home but your happiness is destroyed when a red-haired man with a claymore appears on your screen. GONE. Your joy is gone to a place where your luck resides, to a land no one shall reach.

"I'm really gonna cry" you confess as you are about to harshly land your head against the but it was cushioned by a Satoru who was trying to control his laughter, trembling slightly, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Trying to calm himself down he steadies you both and points at the screen.

"Look!! Don't you have enough..." He recalls the name of the currency you told him of "primogems? I'm sure you can get her and her weapons as well!!"

"but Satoru i"m not that lucky" you sob, feeling defeated because of a certain shitty pyro MAN.

"then just swipe? After all, the amount won't even be noticeable, if not then I can-" Before he can even finish a sentence you protest loudly.

"NO. I know I can spend but there's no fun in that" you pout.

He sighs smiling and shaking his head at your stubborn behavior, trying not to laugh he just makes you face the screen as he places his hand on top of your hand which is resting on the mouse while making you face the screen. Without waiting any longer, he moves the cursor and clicks the '×10'.

You scream while Gojo proudly boasts about his victory when you see a golden yellow fragment on your screen. Of course, this happened. But not just that you loudly gasp while covering your mouth when you hear Satoru click as a second, third, and fourth Raidens appear on your screen. You blankly stare at your screen wondering how the fuck did your boyfriend break the game when you always seemed to be reaching pity.

Satoru who was only looking at you go through the rollercoaster ride of emotions wonders what happened and decides to spare a glance at the screen, that's when he realizes, of course, he broke the game.

"See babe it's just that easy!!! shouldn't I be rewarded for this?" He nuzzles into your cheek before showering you with kisses, dragging you out of your shock by placing a dango against your mouth as you take a bite smiling at your boyfriend's demands. "but honestly babe, your despair when you lose 5050 can create a special grade curse" he adds on earning an offended look and a smack on his hand.

You gulp down the food before showering him with well-deserved kisses before feeding him the dangos he was craving for the longest.

"Well, still I guess my lucky boyfriend deserves nice things for at least today!"

"That sure I always do!" He exclaims caging you in his embrace, giggling like little kids. Oh how much he loves these simple little worries. Laughing and crying over the tiniest things, being unnecessarily dramatic with his beloved. How healing it is to his soul to indulge in everything you liked. Oh, how he loved when you made him forget about the world by just your presence.

It's the first time I've written in years.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo imagine #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x y/n #satoru x reader #gojo x reader crack fic #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader