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the-daiz · 8 months

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you dont know how many times i've come back to ur diluc and sibling reader fanfics esp the fate fanfic bro 😭 whenever i need a good cry i go to this specific one and i really love it. thank you for changing my life

NO WAYYY WHAT?"!_?!#! IM GENUINELY SO SHOCKED BY THIS COMMENT HONESTLY. I NEVER RLLY THOUGHT MY WORK WAS THAT SPECIAL, and I went to reread fate again and realised how much I improved in my writing skills, BUT I REALLY APPRECIATE THIS ANONN ILY TY TY

#I love anon

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the-daiz · 10 months

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I love your blog sm. I also love mitski!

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH 💋💋

#MITSKI NATION RISE RAHHH #ily anon

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the-daiz · 1 year

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#The Scare

Synopsis; Telling genshin men that you're pregnant with their baby (you're not)

Genre; Crack

Characters; Arataki Itto, Gorou, Heizou, Wanderer (Scaramouche)

FEMALE!reader, and you've never done it with any of them

A/N; I don't know??? I really don't??? Im rlly bored.

You and your precious friend Yea Miko, were having a normal conversation like any other set of friends, but then the seemingly usual friendly conversation had turned into Miko daring you to do a rather hilarious thing in her perspective, and you being the daredevil that you are, you accepted the challenge rather gleefully.

—Arataki Itto

"I'm pregnant, and its yours." You blurted, holding the most gunt expression you could muster.

"Woah, dude, no way! I'm gonna have an Oni son!" A wide grin stretched across his features. "I'm gonna be an Oni dad!" You blinked at him, not expecting his rather non-cholent reaction.

"No! Arataki, I was joking!" You laughed, abandoning your facade. "We never did it before how can it be yours?" He cocked a brow in puzzelment.

"Did what before?" He asked. You let out another laugh, thinking he was simply messing around, but when you caught the look on his face that only displayed genuine confusion, your laughter ceased.

"Haha... You know... It. The... uh baby ritual...?" You awkwardly stated, your smile fading as the perplexed look on his face stretched. His eyes blew wide and his features contorted into one of surprise.

"There's a ritual to make babies?!" He exclaimed, almost excitedly.

"No... yes... When the woman gets her egg and the man gets his... thing fluid thingy..." You murmured. He gasped.

"You guys lay eggs?!" He said. Your features twisted into one of pure disbelief. "That's cool! Can we do that too?"

'This literally can't be real.' You grimaced.

—Gorou

"Hey, Gorou." You walked into the almost inhabitant bar, sitting beside your oblivious victim.

"Oh, hello! Good to see you again." He perked up at your presence. Something close to bitterness pooled under your tongue, and perhaps the slightest hint of guilt. You cleared your throat and put on your distressed front, getting into character.

"I have something to tell you..." You looked away from him. He frowned, confused by the rather dramatic act.

"Yeah?" He said.

"I'm pregnant." You let out, turning to look at him rather dramatically. I almost laughed when the bartender flashed an almost-knowing look.

"Oh. Congra-!"

"It's yours." You were almost astounded by how quick his face morphed into a look of sheer, utter horror. The air stilled and the atmosphere fell silent, the only sound heard wLas the bartender's uncomfortable coughing. You masked your laugh with a fake sniffle, pulling out a handkerchief from your pocket and drying your imaginary tears with it.

"HUH!?" He yelled, backing up in his seat. "It can't be mine! We never...!"

"We did!" You exclaimed, covering your face. "We were both drunk and-"

"What!?" He yelled again, backing up even further. "No no no I don't do that, I don't get drunk."

"But it's true...! We were both sooo drunk, and then you picked me up- bridal style- and took me back to my home, then you started taking off your-"

"Enough!!" he fell off the chair, his face growing pale.

"Oh, but Gorou dear-"

"This can't be happening." He muttered, staring at nothing.

"Oh, dear... Can you fetch me a glass of water, please?" You turned to the bartender, who looked mildly concerned but decided it was best to mind his business. He quickly retrieved a glass of water and placed it on the counter as you kneeled down next to the Gorou and helped him up, using all your strength to quill back your chuckle.

"Let's talk about this sensibly.." You muttered as you passed him the glass of water. He quickly snatched it from your grasp, his eyes looking anywhere but at yours with his face completely flushed.

"We both made a terrible mistake that day, and... made something else in the process..." You didn't miss how he tensed up. "But we must bare responsibility for it!"

"Right... You're right.." He sighed, his gaze still averted from yours. "But are you sure you're pregnant? and are you sure it's mine!?!?" He desperately asked.

"Yes, I am sure, I haven't slept with any other man." You confessed. "Anyway, onto the matter at hand, I've already decided what we're going to name it!"

"Huh...?" He gawked at you, telepathically asking if you were being serious. "B-but we still need to figure out other things!! Like- do we get married!? and if we don't what do we tell the others!? and- oh archons... what am I going to tell her excellency...?" He clutched at his hair.

"Oh, that's just unnecessary details." You waved your hand dismissively at him.

"But-"

"So I was thinking, if it's a boy we're going to name him, 'You've been', and if it was a girl we'd name her 'Pranked'."

His mouth fell agape.

—Heizou

"I'm pleased to have you invite me to your humble abode, but I do have some business to attend to soon so I might have to leave... soon..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Why the long face?" You shook your head.

"Don't worry about it, please have a seat" You patted the empty space on the couch next to you, and he gladly guided himself to his assigned seat. You pulled both his hands in yours prompting him to properly face you.

"Heizou, I have to tell you something very important." You stated, giving him a stern look.

"Go right ahead, I'm all ears." He flashed you another one of his charismatic smiles.

"I'm pregnant, and it's yours." His expression sure did change, but you couldn't tell what thought laid behind his deadpanned eyes.

"...Um? Heizou?" You snapped your fingers in front of his face.

"Ah! Yes! well... um..." He pursed his lips together as glanced at something behind you.

You gasped as he jumped up from his seat and sprinted past you, leaping out of your window and scurrying away from your home.

"YOU BASTARD!!" You yelled out from your window. "This makes me think like he's done this to someone else before..."

—Wanderer (In other words, Scaramouche)

You sucked in a breath as the man covered in striking blue attire stared at your form, his expression full of disdain. He doesn't appreciate his precious time being wasted by some mortal, however, he doesn't hold much resentment toward you to shoo you away.

"Thank you for hearing me out." You said.

"Yeah yeah, just get on with it." He clicked his tongue, crossing his arms.

"I'm pregnant... and it's yours." You revealed, your eyes downcast. You slowly peaked your eyes up when the infamous wanderer kept silent for longer than expected, and was greated by a judgmental glare.

"What do you take me for?? an idiot?" He hissed, his scowl deepening.

"Whatever do you mean?" You placed a hand over your chest.

"You think I can't see through your facade??" He glared.

"I don't understand-"

"I'm a puppet, (Y/n), for Archon's sake! I don't produce semen." He waved his hand out in exaggeration, showcasing his frustration. Your lips parted then clamped shut, realization setting in.

"Oh..." You scratched your cheek. "I didn't think of that..."

"I can't believe you wasted my time for this."

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“oh we can’t hold the Queen accountable for the actions of her ancestors!!!”

her ancestors? you mean her dad?

y’all realize she was crowned in 1953 right? Nearly 70 years of imperialism with her face stamped on it. She’s the longest-lived, and longest reigning British monarch.

Y’all look at her and see a kindly withered old gramma with memeability, but completely ignore the amount of damage that she and her family have done to so many countries.

“oh well, what did you want her to do, just walk away from it?”

yes.

Yes, I do expect people to look at the harm that systems they uphold do to the world at large and then actively refuse to continue their participation in them. I do not believe that is too much to ask of anyone, let alone one of the most powerful women in the entire fucking world.

Sorry that I’m not particularly impressed with her #girlboss legacy when the Indigenous Peoples of Canada and Australia are still feeling the monarchy’s effects on their homes and families.

70 years and she never once thought, “Hm, maybe imperialism is a bad idea?”

I hope the old woman kicks the bucket, and I hope that her family continues to disintegrate until the entire thing comes crumbling down. May independence finally come to the people England has been crushing under its boots for centuries.

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the-daiz · 2 years

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he is INSANE

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the-daiz · 2 years

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burnt toast, warm hugs

pairing: bennett x reader ; platonic

genre: fluff / word count: 538

a/n: not really an x reader fic; reader helps out with food for benny’s dads and him by extention. gn reader, who is not the traveler. super soft for benny, he deserves the world T-T.

Bennett’s head hangs low on the table, a wavering sigh escaping him. Another adventure gone horribly wrong, he tells his dads with a forced smile when they ask. This time was especially bad as Bennett didn’t want to tell them about the specifics of the experience. He knows it wasn’t good to bottle up his feelings and simmer in his negative thoughts, but habits are habits, and he much rather not burden the old men more with his troubles.

He crashes onto the dinner table, his dads beside him trying to pry a word about what happened from him. Bennett only shakes his head and reassures again and again that he’s fine. Sensing they were going nowhere with him, the men all relented and left the boy with himself, a few staying by the table to both finish their dinners and watch over Bennett .

He sinks into himself, the arms that were crossed to lean on while he hunches his back now a pillow for his forehead as his nose brushes the table. Bennett could feel his shoulder blades ache but he does not move to relieve their tension. The thoughts in his head were toxic and noxious, their poison weighing on his throat; almost loud enough to drown the sounds of (Name), who came by often at the retirement home to cook for the greying adventurers, getting busy in the kitchen.

A fog clouds the boy’s head and encases him in a tiny box of silence, his own sniffles and small shudders missing him entirely. He did not want to linger on what (Name) must’ve thought as he dripped snot onto their table, and roughly inhaled to snort back up his tears.

“Bennett?” The boy turns his head slightly to look up at (Name) with one eye. Their eyebrows are slightly furrowed and their jaw clenches behind a small frown. But in their hands was a plate, and he straightened up instinctively to let them place it in front of him.

He smells the food before he sees it. A rich and savoury scent that reveals itself to be a crisply cooked Sweet Madame with some steamed veggies by the side. Bennett’s eyes widen and he looks to (Name), their worried expression now a serious but compassionate one.

“I was making dinner before you arrived,” they said. “All your dads have eaten and I figured you were hungry, since you didn’t even have the energy to say hi to me.” They smiled, their canines flashing behind their lips.

“Ah, I’m sorry!” Bennett flushed. “Hi, again.”

They shook their head with a laugh. “Eat up, Benny. There’s more in the kitchen, if you want. After you eat, I’ll patch you up. Then, it’s straight to bed.”

One of the men bursts into a loud guffaw and slaps his knee. “That’s good old (Name) for ya!”

“Mm!” Bennett nodded obediently and picked up his utensils to start eating.

The men brightened at Bennett’s better mood and crowded him to ruffle his hair, pulling more laughs and delight from their adoptive son. Behind them, (Name) wipes down their hands with a small smile as they watch Bennett grit his teeth to keep the food from escaping his mouth from laughter.

8/7/2022

#bennet<3 #genshin impact

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#Do I entertain you?

Synopsis; genshin men reacting to you wearing a skirt

Genre; fluff, suggestive

Characters; Diluc, Kazuha, Gorou, Ayato, Arataki Itto

Thoma is mentioned

A/N; HEHEHEHEHHEHWEHEHEHE

–Diluc

Diluc walks into the room whilst you twirl around before your mirror, admiring the new skirt you bought a few days ago. A joyful grin plastered on your face. Diluc feels anger flow through his veins.

"Kitten, where do you think you're going?" he growls, hands clenched by his side. You flinch and whip your head around, eyes widening at your angered lover.

"outside?" Your voice comes out as a meek whisper. He feels his eyebrow twitch.

"In that?!" He barks.

"y-y-yes?"

"No-" His body starts to twitch as he clutches at his hair. "I can't hold it! I can feel it come out! I can feel the alpha in me!" You gasp, falling to the ground in fear. He collapses to the ground, and as you were about to scoot over and check on him, he arises. His body towers over you, his figure ten times larger than a few moments before, his head almost hits the ceiling. The mega alpha in him has been released.

"tsk tsk, you shouldn't have done that kitten. You've made daddy mad. time for your punishment." He howls.

–Kazuha

You're talking to Thoma, and kazuha so happens to walk in the room the two of you are conversing in. His eyes immediately fall to your short skirt. He smirks like that one roblox face and flicks his finger, using his vision to send a gust of wind toward you. Your skirts lifts up and you moan.

Kasuha peers over at the camera and winks

"good shit."

Thoma is stunned.

–Gorou

"WOOF BARKD WOODHSH WGARK GRRRRE VGWAHA BAGRK BRRRRR WOOF WOSHSHS BARK AHGAI GRRRJGHGHGHGG WOOF BWAK GRRR HAUA BWAK WAK R WOOF."

–Ayato

"It's ok Thoma, it was just a dream." Ayato sighs, rubbing Thoma's back in comfort. Thoma had his arms wrapped around him as he rocked himself back and forth, his eyes wide and bloodshot.

"My lord, it was terrifying." He mutters, the prior events playing in his head like a brocken recorder. "They let out this- this herendous sound! And then I saw them again when I left, and that Watasumi General was there- He was down on all fours and- and BARKING!"

"It wasn't real, Thoma. They're not even real." Ayato repeats.

"Ayato~" You coo, skipping into the room as your skirt slightly lifts at your movement. Ayato looks up as Thoma freezes. "Look at my new skirt~" Thoma snaps his head up

"IT'S YOU!! NO!! NOT AGAIN!!" He shuffles back until his back hits the wall. Ayato stands up and stomps over to you, his eyes dark. You tremble as he makes his way over to you, your legs weak from the furious dominant energy he was radiating. He corners you to a wall and slams his hand next to your head.

"You really think you can go out wearing anything you want? No, no, you need to learn your lesson. Let me show you who's boss."

"AHHHHHHHH, MY LORD WHAT ARE YOU-"

you moan as Ayato places his hand on your elbow. Thoma feels the tears steam down his face.

–Itto

"Nice skirt, sweet cheeks!" Itto complements, beaming down at you.

"awww, thank you, love. I honestly thought it didn't look that good on me." You respond, feeling the heat creep up to your cheeks. Itto lets out an exaggerated gasp at your comment.

"how can you say that?? Trust me, babe, you can rock literally ANYTHING. that's one of the bijilion things I love about you!" He exclaims. Your grin widens and you lean in to kiss his cheek, which he delightfully returns with a quick peck on your lips.

And the two of you continue on with your day, your fingers gleefully intertwined.

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Turbulence

pairing; gorou x gn!reader

summary; separated during the war, gorou is left to pick up the pieces after your disappearance. where could you have gone? were you alright? were you even alive? these are the thoughts that invade his mind, and he struggles to keep the mask he so carefully put up each passing day.

warnings; mentions of injury, blood, war themes, hurt no comfort, angst, kind of formatted in a epistolary. possible part 2?

There used to be a constant in his life before the war. It was the type that would thrum gently in the back of mind, and it made him feel reassured. It made him feel safe.

It was like a safety rope he could trust that would pull him out of any mess, a lifeline, some would call it.

Now, though.

He's left to struggle to pull himself up after the fall. Bruised and severely empty without that reassurance.

more utc!

Gorou helps with serving their rations.

He works every day to attend to his soldiers, congratulating them for their hard work. He subconsciously counts every head to make sure everyone is present, the ones resting in the infirmary not withstanding.

“...He's been very tense lately. I wonder if it has to do with what happened several weeks ago.” His ears twitch, keeping his features neutral to avoid suspicion that he was listening in.

The other soldier hums. “They were one of the first members to join when the resistance was formed. I would be very shocked if it didn't affect the general at all.” The chopsticks he was holding were beginning to bend a little. Gorou relaxed his muscles, reaching for his can of water.

“Yeah, but it's been almost a month. You know how this war is, hope is the last thing we should be clinging on —”

Another soldier cuts in harshly. “Be quiet! He could be listening to you, idiot.” They shift around their seats anxiously.

Gorou continues eating through their constant glances in silence.

Two months go by after the incident.

He stands on Nazuchi Beach with a Tenryou soldier by his feet, gripping his uniform with such ferocity that it was a wonder he hadn't ripped through the fabric.

Several gashes covered Gorou's torso and arms, blood running down his face from where the soldier had struck him with the butt of his sword. His cerulean eyes darken, “Tell me where they are.”

The soldier spits on his face. Gorou lands a blow straight to his jaw with a grunt. Some sick, twisted part of him felt satisfied hearing the crack that came after.

He shakes the soldier with a slight manic desperation after realizing he knocked him unconscious. “Hey, I never said you could pass out.” The mask was beginning to chip. The man was out cold with just a single punch. He was useless to Gorou.

He pretends the choking sob that escapes his clutches was just a figment of his imagination.

(Standing in the distance, Kokomi watches her friend slowly lose himself bit by bit, . There was no way of saving that soldier from the hands of a grieving man.)

“General.” He turns to look at you, his previous tension releasing upon your arrival.

“Hey, how are you holding up?” He puts down his paperwork to join your side. He would never admit it, but your presence helps with his stress whenever it gets rough, especially now that he was promoted as general.

He watches you shrug, a teasing smile on your face. “That depends, how are you holding up?”

Gorou sighs. “As great as I can be. We're scheduled to receive new resources and weapons from our sponsors, so I was helping Her Excellency with that task.”

“Look at you, you've gone and grown up while I was gone!” Your laugh causes an embarrassed flush to rise on his face. Gorou groans when feels your hands ruffle his hair, playfully swatting them away with a pout.

“Stop it, you're going to give the soldiers a reason to coddle me!”

“It's just the two of us, Go, no one is going to walk in and witness your cute self.” You coo at him, reaching up to scratch behind his ears. Despite his original hesitance, this time Gorou allows himself to slump in your hold like a puppet who just had his strings cut. He could feel his tail swaying gently, your arms being the only thing keeping him up.

Gorou basks in your scent and warmth, the gentle sound of your breathing washing away his worries. He could almost whine in happiness by how safe he feels.

You hum softly above him. “Gorou?”

“Mm, yeah?”

“I'm sorry.” He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, and before he knows, blood splatters on his face, your hands that were previously massaging his scalp falling limp on your sides. Alarmed, he pulls back and almost feels a wail erupt out of him at the sight that greets him.

Your name is the only thing he screams out before everything turns black.

It begins with nightmares.

They always do.

Gorou almost prefers those than the vivid hallucinations of your presence standing behind him.

“This is all we could find, sir.” They hand him a torn red scarf, the ends singed and a single tear.

Your red scarf.

A part of Gorou dies that day, but he hides the pain with pursed lips and a thanks.

The soldier doesn't question him.

It's Kokomi's face that greets him upon awakening.

“You're awake,” She sounds as tired as she looks. Gorou notices the bloodstains on her clothes. He's handed a cup of water for his parched throat. She sits next to him and helps him down the water, “How are you feeling? Are the bandages okay?”

Gorou sets the cup down quietly. He doesn't answer.

Kokomi doesn't bring up what happened.

“You were asleep for four days. We made sure to heal the most critical injuries, so try not to move around too much since they're still healing.” She stands to go fetch the medicine prescribed to him. It's not like she needed him to talk, that was fine, Kokomi could talk enough for the both of them.

She talks about pointless matters, she talks about how his soldiers were eagerly awaiting for his full recovery. She talks about a new book she recently began reading, and it helps. It helps because it's a welcome distraction to her, and hopefully to her general as well.

Because he was alive, and that's all that truly mattered.

“Are you hungry? There should be enough food left in the storage. I can —” She cuts off with a choke suddenly, the stress of the past few days finally hitting her, but no matter how hard she tries, she couldn't stop the stream of tears that began pouring out of her eyes. She doubles over to hide her expression, but she couldn't conceal her sobs that filled the room.

Gorou watches her breakdown on the sidelines, wishing and praying to whatever deity would be willing to listen that he could do the same.

#this hurted #yearning for a part 2 #genshin impact #gorou :'(

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the-daiz · 2 years

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did i mention that i love mona megistus

#SHE IS SO PRETTY WOAHHH #the art??? MY GODM?????

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kurapika hcs with hitman s/o plz?

Kurapika with a Hitman for a S/O

Genre: Fluff, neutral

Pairing: Kurapika x reader

Warning(s): shorter than my usual singular hcs, sorry 😞

Hmmm very intresting request. I like.

When Kurapika first met you, he wasn't sure what to think of you

You were a mysterious individual, hiding beneath many facades and seemingly knowing too much for his comfort

So when he found out you were a hitman, it did not faze him in the slightest. He didn't seem taken aback by your absurd claim, which reassured you.

But, he didn't like the idea of your job, the idea of killing people solely to gain profit didn't sit right with him.

He tried to distance himself from you for awhile, ignoring how much he truly yearned to relish in your company, ignoring how slowly but surely, he was growing an unfamiliar type of attachment toward you.

Of course, he turned a blind eye to those remarkable feelings and tried to carry on with his life. Yet he always found himself straying back to you.

Eventually, your vows of intemacy were reciprocated and a relationship blossomed between the two of you.

The thought of you being an assassin still left a sour taste on Kurapika's tongue. With time, however, he learned to accept you and your line of work. He knew you were a kind person deep down so it didn't bother him as much anymore, besides, his hands weren't the cleanest either.

Since on most occasions you come back from work late at night, he always makes an effort to stay up and wait for you until you arrive, ready to shower you with love and affection, and comfort you if that particular day was a rather troublesome one.

If you do ever return to your home with any kind of wounds on your body, expect him to be at your beck and bay, picking you up and laying you down on your shared bed as he tends to your injuries.

"You should be more vigilant, Love."

"Kurapika, please calm down, it's just a surface burn on my hand-"

"and it could've been much worse."

Just as he takes care of your, you do the same for him. You know how exhausting it can get when trying to retrieve your clan's long lost eyes.

He does a great job when it comes to concealing your identity, its like he's prawn to ever slipping up and accidentally mentioning something about it.

In the start of your relationship, you sat him down one day to discuss how important it is for your identity to stay sealed from anyone and everyone, in return, he offered to use his judgment chain on himself and swear to never mention your underground label to anyone but you,

Or he dies.

You quickly shut down the idea.

Although very unlikely, Kurapika does sometimes help you with digging up information about your target if the costumer hadn't given you enough. He obtains details easily enough thanks to his hunter license, but it does take a lot of persuading on your part to get him to agree to help you. Even if he is content with your job and doesn't complain about it, it doesn't mean that he agrees with it.

Still, it's no doubt that Kurapika harbours an undeniable set of emotions for you, even if he doesn't particularly agree with your lifestyle

#kurapika x reader #kurapika headcanons #kurapika #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter fanfic #kurapika hxh #kurapika hunter x hunter #kurapika fanfic #kurapika x reader fluff #hxh #hxh x reader #hxh headcanons #hxh kurapika #hunter x hunter kurapika #L-F

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(Not ship) What if Kaeya shut the fuck up when crepus died and like idk hug Diluc

#fr if he just kept his mouth shut EVERYTHING WOULDVE BEEN FINEEE

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#Acknowledge me

Synopsis; Kissing them and leaving a rather eye-catching lipstick stain on their lips

Genre; fluff

Characters; Kazuha, Diluc, Gorou, Itto

A/N; so I lost a bet... And I'm trying out a new format! Anyways, enjoy

Edit; this is getting a lot more attention than expected, I might do a pt 2 with other characters

–Kazuha

"I wasn't aware that you were one to wear such striking cosmetics." Kazuha cracked a tender smile, strolling closer to you, your back facing him, as he met your eyes in the mirror you stood before. You returned the gentle grin, placing down the thin lipstick brush besides the bowl of rich, scarlet dye. Your smile streched wider as you turned to face him. Excitement was quite evident on your features, but he was much too distracted by your... new look to notice, his gaze briefly straying down to your lips before snapping back to look up into your eyes.

"You like it?" You asked. He didn't miss the hint of cockyness in your tone. He let out a silent chuckle.

"Enchanting as always, darling." He responded, stepping closer. "I'm sure the crew will have nothing but words of praise for it too."

"you flatter me too much. But honestly, I simply wanted to do this." In swift motion, you briskly inched forward, leaning in front of your clueless partner and planting a quick yet firm kiss, not directly on his lips but a bit off to the side. Kazuha blinked in light shock. He hadn't expected your loving gesture, mostly because he knew it would make the lipstick fade, and he was aware of the effort it took to make it look this good.

You flashed him a closed eyed smile and innocently headed out of the room, leaving a slightly puzzled Kazuha behind. When he glanced in the mirror and spotted the rather eye-catching mark on the side of his lips, it finally occured to him what you meant by your statement. He smiled to himself and felt his face heat up, before following after you.

–Diluc

Diluc adjusted his ink-black gloves as he made his way into your room, searching for his usual morning farewell before he leaves the house for business. His eyes landed on your form, seated comfortably on a chair beside the window with your legs crossed, your hand grasping a book you had found lonesomely laying around the manor. He found himself admiring your preplection, how heveanly you looked under the reflection of the sun, then, his focus moved down to your lips, taking in the vibrant colour it was coated with. His gaze were lost on them, memorising every smitten detail he could note. The awful desire to kiss you only grew the longer he stared at you, but he contemplated the thought, he was headed off to the city afterall and it wouldn't be pleasant for him to walk around with stained lips, an obvious sign of-

"Diluc? What is it?" Your voice pulled him out of his daze.

"hm? Oh-" He straightened his back and awkwardly coughed into his fist, his eyes looking elsewhere. He hadn't realised he was staring. "It's nothing."

"You sure?" You raised a brow at him, the corners of your mouth curving into a teasing grin.

"Yes. Its just- I'm heading out." He announced, glancing at you. You hummed, placing the book down on the small table before you. You stood up and walked over to him, gently grabbing him from the sides of his face and leaning in to connect your lips. He gladly returned your warm kiss, his eyes fluttering shut to relish in the fleeting moment. You pulled away and smiled at him, before glancing down at his lips. Your thumb pressed down and slided over them, as if smudging something on his face.

Now he stood at the entrance of dawn winery, a handchif hovering a mere inch over his mouth, his brows knitting together as he wondered if he should wipe the bright stain off or leave it as a thoughtful gift from his lover. So long as he didn't run into the obnoxious Calvary captain, no one would give him any trouble for the unique and rather obvious mark on his lips. He exhaled from his nose and tucked the beige fabric into the pocket of his uniform as he exited his hime. He hid his bashfulness as some of the staff's gazes lingered awkardly on Diluc's face.

–Gorou

Gorou bit down on the end of the chalk pencil as his eyes skimmed through the transportation reports. His eyes glanced over to the pile of papers stacked next to him, worn out and crippled after one of the soldiers accidentally dropped the large envelopes into a stray puddle on the way to deliver them, now he had to wait for a new copy to arrive because the majority of the words on the papers were smeared and incomprehensible. His ears twitched when he heard the tent flap open, followed by footsteps nearing him.

"A set of dry reports for you, handsome general." You bent down and placed the stack of envelopes down beside Gorou. He peered up at you, flashing you a greatful smile as a flush of heat crept up his neck at the teasing nickname.

"I didn't expect them to get here so quick. Thank you, Love." He gave a quick nod and glanced back down at the papers laying before him, returning back to his duties. You stood still for a few seconds, your brows frowning a bit when he didn't comment on your bright lipstick. Had he not noticed it?

"Hey, Gorou."

"Yes-?" He turned his head up, his eyes still locked onto the documents. You quickly leaned down and gave him a kiss. His eyes widened at your sudden action. He stared at you for a few moments once you pulled away, then looked away, his face red and flushed in embarrassment.

"Y-you-" he stummered. He cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze. "You should really give me a warning." You raised a brow at him. He still didn't notice? You shrugged. He's bound to notice either way. Gorou continued his work as you left the camp, his flusteredness slowly dissipating. Unbeknown to him, he had a smeared kiss stain on his lips. Naturally, he was rather confused at how strange his soldiers were acting when they spoke to him, some not even daring to look him in the eyes. Even Kokomi looked like she was about to burst into a fit of giggles whilst she addressed him.

Imagine his surprise when he catches his reflection in a body of water, his eyes instinctively straying down to his mouth upon catching a glimpse of something unfamiliar, something... Strawberry coloured. He squinted his eyes.

Oh

–Itto

"(Y/n)!!!" Itto happily trotted towards you. You whipped your head around at the call of your name, clutching the grocery basket tighter to your side. You jolted when Itto wrapped his arms around your waist and swept you off your feet, a wide grin splitting across his face. He tightened his grip on your waist, drawing your face closer and sealing your lips together in a kiss. It lasted longer than he had intended.

"I missed you!!" He whined, gently placing you down as his hands moved to rest and your hips. You glanced down at his mouth then chuckled. Seems like he did your job for you. Your hand moved to caress his cheek.

"Itto, we literally saw eachother two days ago." You responded, lightly tapping the side of his face.

"I like your lipstick!" He beamed, then licked his top lip. "Cherry flavoured." You laughed, much louder this time.

"Boss!!! Where did you run off to?" You both turned to the sound of multiple footsteps, only to be met with the three members of the infamous Arataki Gang. They glanced at you, their lips forming an 'o' shape in realisation. You smiled awkwardly at them and gave them a small wave, which they enthusiastically returned.

"oh, right! Sorry, cute face, I've got some business to take care of." He let go of your sides. "business only me, of course, the great and strong Oni, can deal with." He flashed a confident grin, his hand sliding over his hair dramatically. You sighed and shook your head, a smile adorning your features. Before he walked off to his little gang, you hurriedly placed a kiss on his cheek, creating yet another mark on his face. He smile widened obliviously at you in response.

With that, he was off to fend off evil, all while his band members stifled in their laughs, waving him off whenever he asked 'what was so funny'.

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I'm flopping

#ahhhhhhh #diluc #genshin impact #live laugh love diluc

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Hoi! First of all I saw all your HxH stuff and I loved it! I was wondering if I can request a Killua x Reader x Gon headcanons where the reader is like Anya Forger from Spy x Family, and also makes the same faces he does? You don't have to write about it if you don't want to, thanks ❤️

Killua and Gon being friends with a reader who is like Anya (Spyxfamily)

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Platonic! Killua x reader x Gon

Warning(s): -

Ahoi, anon! I'm glad you like my work, and thank you for the request! I wasn't sure if you had meant being like Anya only personality wise or everything wise so I just made it everything wise, I hope that doesn't bother you!

You're an interesting one, indeed.

When the three of you first met, Killua almost immediately noticed how you knew everything that was about to come out of his mouth, and it didn't take him long before he found out about your telepathic abilities.

As for Gon... Well, let's just say he's not the brightest when it comes to figuring things out.

"Wow, (Y/n)! It's like you can read my mind!" -Gon

"ohhhh you think so...? *Nervous laughter*" -You

You're always the one to warn them if something is about to go wrong or somebody is trailing after the three of you.

You're not smart, not Gon level smart, but still not smart, which annoys Killua but he puts up with it either way 'cause you're "a useful asset" (ulternative meaning: his friend)

You can still fend for yourself! Just not in the smartest of ways.

Sometimes (Often times) you jump into dangerous situations because of your high moral compass, despite the fact you are completely powerless and standing before a whole gang of men with guns loaded in either hand. Gon takes your action as a free encouragement ticket to do the same, now the two of you (dumbasses) are trying to talk murderers out of robbing a bank,

Killua, being the sane one, is always the one to grab the two of you and throw you over his shoulder or under his arm and bolt away, while simultaneously screaming every insult he could think of,

Remember that scene where Killua was running away from Palm with Gon tucked under his arm? Yeah, something like that but with you added to the equation, and it happens like once each month,

Killua is like a sleep deprived parent who has two kids who constantly need to be strapped to leashes.

Gon and Killua shuffle away from you when you make that unique face of yours, it looks like you're smiling but at the same time planning a murder, it freaks them out...!

You do that face whenever someone's getting on your nerve and you don't want to get heated or show your frustration.

It annoys Killua how you get excited over things that are... Not supposed to be exciting, for instance, you're about to face off an extremely strong and ruthless nen user, but for some odd reason, you're smiling like an idoit, your body shaking with excitement. That also goes for the time the three of you were following some members of the phantom troupe, and you were all giddy and excited. And killua just stares at you like... '??????'. Gon is as confused as Killua, but less judgemental, he just accepts it. 'to each their own'

Since they know you get overwhelmed in crowded areas or in areas with lots of conflict, they try their best to avoid places with large crowds for your sake.

Killua and gon always tell you things telepathically, and if they're mad at eachother and are giving ecahother the silent treatment, you're going to be the one to have to listen to them as they angrily rant about the other in their heads. You have to either wait until they forgive eachother (which usually doesn't take long) or help them make amends to get a break from their endless complaining.

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