Ayato, Childe, Zhongli + Gn.reader

ayato, childe, zhongli + gn.reader

[ angst , very slight of fluff, sfw ] break up, failed relationships, mentions of blood & death, mentions of marriage + mentions of spoiler for zhongli's (not that obvious but just a heads up)

WHERE DID THE TIME GO . . . ?

kamisato ayato

"my lord, you've been working since the morning. i'm afraid you'll have to set this matter aside and get some air outdoor. this is for your sake, it'd be shame if you'll fall ill due to overworking."

the butler expect an excuse from him but it is a surprise that ayato, the well known busy and hard working head of kamisato clan, agreed on the butler's words. he dismiss the butler while he gets ready for a short walk in the city of inazuma.

the walk was calm and peaceful. though the street is full with the happy chatters of inazuman and the delicious smell of snacks, he managed to let loose his head that's filled with countless of thoughts. aimlessly wandering around with his favorite boba in his hand while the folks greets him in friendly manner, he ended up at the clothing shop. the colourful cloths, the shiny smooth silks from liyue yet his gazes fall upon the inazuma's traditional wedding outfit. he can't help but to think-

"(name) would look so elegant in this- "

"oh, if it's not the young lord of kamisato! sir ayato, are you here to pick up the wedding outfit? surely you'd be excited to see lady miyano in it, yes?"

oh, right. for a moment he had forgotten he had bethroted to another elite clan's daughter. a shame that he thought he'd be powerful in breaking the cycle of arranged marriage held among elite clans. he promised a forever with you but in the end his unfortunate fate broke it, leaving you in the dark.

"mm, it indeed is. pardon me but i am currently running errands. please hand it over to thoma, you have my thanks."

the lady offered him a reassuring smile before bid him a brief goodbye. it was a white lie to avoid him from thinking more about the marriage. for the sake of grace the kamisato clan had carry for so long, he was only able to forced a smile and setting his signature down for the marriage. if only he was more powerful, if only he was an archon, he'd make sure you'd be his spouse.

as if the universe is taunting at him, his eyes laid upon the sight of you. my, it has been quite a moment since he last saw you. you're still as gorgeous as the day he fell in love with you. he could only adore your features from afar, remembering each parts of you so you'll never fade away among his memories. he wanted to run to you, embrace you in his strong arms and keep you close to him. he wanted you, in a genuine, sincere and loving way.

you are so dreamy and beautiful. how he wish to complete your beauty with his. sadly, his usual spot is currently filled by someone else. the smiles and laughter of yours, he could only hear them faintly. meanwhile the guy beside you? he is lucky to share such happy moment and witness your smile. ayato wish he could know what had you all happy and cheerful at the moment. a small faint smile embedded its way on his pretty face, longing gaze adoring you.

he shouldn't be restless. you're with thoma, surely he can make you feel even better. he has know him for so long, he recognized thoma's eyes everytime he saw you around. it was so nice of him to remain in his boundaries and respectful of his and yours relationship even though it was obvious thoma do take interests in you. but now you belong to no one, it's not wrong for thoma to shoot his shot. after all, thoma deserves good prize for his years of hardworks and service.

you're in good hands, it's time for ayato's heart to let go of you. may the wind carries his wish of happiness for you.

childe

loyal and devoted to you, but could it make up for the times he was absent by your side? the times where you need him the most but was out for his fatui duty? as understanding as you could be, a person could only bear so much. thus the saying there are limits for everything.

you truly love him and so does he but he is as loyal and devoted to his job just as he is to you. it's a relationship where both of you promise to not keep each other as the first priorities. instead, keep the goals as the priorities and grow together through hardships and success. it went on for a good time, both managing well until childe become busier than usual, often leaving you behind. you try to understand and be open minded about it. but, how long? how long do you wish to feel lonely and neglected in this relationship? you do not wish for more but to feel normal like other couples. you've seen the affections shared by couples in the steets of monstadt, liyue, inazuma, shneznaya. hell, even your peers are all lovey dovey and almost whole the time with each other.

envious? jealousy? that wasn't the word to point it out. more like the sense of longing to childe's touches and affections. when he finally have the time to he with you, it'd be a brief meeting or him catching up with naps that he missed during work. you'd nurture him with your own way of love languages yet it still feel one sided. you never intended on arguing with him about this but this is for the sake of the slowly fading relationship. and childe wanted to speak calmly of it with you as well however the recently failed missions took over him wholly. the frustrations and stress drowning him to no end. again, he felt like he had failed the tsaritsa. as if he had wounded the trust the tsaritsa hold for him.

the argument didn't end well. degrading words picking against each other's hearts. slowly it's all about bringing up the pasts and attacking each other's insecurity. it indeed is childish but both were so exhausted to be sober during the supposed discussion. childe had it bad, so does you. just a phrase said by him in the coldest voice ever, the relationship crushed into nothing but dust. that day, he could only glare at you with thundering rage in his chest as you leave the door of his house. the night you never return is the official ending of your relationship.

regrets gnawed his skin and flesh alive, constantly bully himself of his action that cause you to leave his life completely. he wished to fix it, win you back and be with you again. you were his pillars yet he destroy you easily. he knew damn well it'll be so hard to have you back and he wanted to try it, try harder until you are his again.

perhaps, he should have done it 3 years ago. he should have run after you, block the door and hold you tight. he should never have let you walk out the door angrily. he should have pursue you quickly the moment the relationship begin to sink. he should have... he should have. he regrets, truly regrets to let you off his fingers ever.

"huh, why do i not receive letter of it?"

signora side glance her fellow fatui harbingers, the very corner of her plump lips forming a sneering smirk. her fingertips runs over the beautifuly decorated letter, pads of her covered fingertips graze the bold cursive fonts written in golden ink.

"what a shame. i'd be more happy to attend it if it was my darling (name) and yours wedding. sad to see them off with some slightly worthless person, hm."

"ha, nonsense! if you're attending it, send my regards, i guess. it'd be nice to see them in such divine garment but i am afraid works needs me more than a mere boring celebration."

signora clicked her tongue, tucking the letter back its wrapper. eyes glancing the male again before looking away and irritate her fellow comrade with her words.

"works, huh. you truly never learn from your lesson, no? i thought (name)'s absence in your life would teach you something but i am not surprised, after all, you are you."

the remarks ended with her walking off the scene, leaving childe alone. her words surely hit him right in his heart. signora of course was slightly bitter with the news of you and childe's broke up 3 years ago. you're someone she consider worth of her care and to see you break down in her embrace, heart broken? she wish she could kill childe. as much as she hated the man, she can't help but to think that childe complete you as you complete him too. the feelings when your favourite ship of a favourite show becomes nothing? that's right there.

childe's grip on the necklace around his collarbone tighten a bit. it was a matching necklace from the first anniversary and he never left it nowhere near him the moment he got it. you had one as well but surely you have taken it off.

"i should have never let you go. i miss you so bad, i wish i could fix us."

in the end, no archons could answer his wish.

zhongli

he thought he was immune to the feeling of loss but he was wrong. the strong archon who lives through a traumatic war among archons. the archon that witnessed the death and life all over his immortal life. he is so used to it but it never mean that it won't hurt, right?

he lost the people he held close to his heart millenia ago. but he never thought he'd missed you the most. your death and absence in his life taught him to appreciate every bits of his life. an immortal might live forever but who knows the day immortal depart the eternity will arrive? of course it was never your fault, you're a mortal, one that does not live longer and reign forever. though the differences both of you held were obvious like the earth and the sky, it is still a wonder how both could love each other endlessly. the dedication and love is what strengthen the bond even more.

he'd spend his free time with you and guizhong. he adore the happiness radiates your face when you and guizhong gets along pretty well. his love ones enjoy each other's presence is so precious to him. he had never seen guizhong this happy when the three of you spend time together. it is the same as you. he could retire his position as the archon of liyue and watch the both of you all day but you'd scold him if he ever attempted that.

good time will never last for a long time. the archon war begin, each gods up for fight, casting chaos among the nations. the rise of khaenriah arouse the archon wars, zillions of people die by its cruelness. hell, even several mighty beings fall to its death, immortality suddenly becomes nothing at thr moment. he witnessed khaenriah's fall, the deaths of his several fellow archons and the death of the innocent people of each nations. he frantically search for you among the rivers of blood and agonizing cries from the people.

"zhongli"

he recognised the voice so well and the emotion behind it. he knew the immobile figure resting in guizhong's lap clearly belongs to you. but he refused to believe it. his body and blood turning cold, sight slightly blurry. is this real? does this mean he will never get to see you and guizhong ever again? he kneeled before the two figures of his love ones. hands trembling as it rest on your pale and icy cold face. vermillion liquids of yours tainting your features and outfit guizhong had hand sewn for you. his eyes glancing at your souless body before moving up to guizhong's face. she's crying, hurt and despair drawn on her face as her hold against you tighten.

"i failed, to keep them safe. i failed, to keep us both alive. forgive me, zhongli, for i have fail you."

zhongli gulped, weak smile graced his features. he shake his head lightly, disagree with guizhong's words. he engulfed both guizhong and you in his embrace, savoring the very last moment before fate swallow the both of you. if only he was able to stop the war, he would not lose his lover and his best friend. unfortunately, it was too late. he had to witness death of innocent people and love ones due to the other egoistic and arrogant archons.

"no you're not, please don't say that. i knew you tried, none was your fault."

it was a brief silence before guizhong breaks it. her breathing grows a bit rapid, trying to catch proper breath despitd the pain on her figure and the coldness of your body. it was even more painful to see morax alone and you died. she loved you, perhaps more than a friend should. she respect the relationship you and zhongli had, keeping her feelings for you at the bay where it won't servere any boundaries.

"i have loved (name), perhaps more than a friend should. i am happy to see them with you, you keep them happy. thank you, my friend, for keeping them happy."

she confessed, lightly stroking your hair. zhongli knew about it, he always have. he recognised those gazes of guizhong toward you. but as long as everyone happy, he let it be. after all, it was not her fault for liking you. you indeed is a charismatic person.

"i hope we'll meet again soon, just the three of us being happily together."

the last words spoken by guizhong before she passed away. zhongli remembered he only held both tightly in his arms, heart praying for the peace and safety for the next life for the both of you. shall you and guizhong reborn with the same features but with no memories of the past, so be it. let him bear those memories, as he wish both to live a good life.

"oh, mr. zhongli! come sit with us and enjoy this hot tea my spouse brewed just now."

zhongli was thrown back to reality, golden eyes studying the face of the person that spoke to him. the features are full of familiarity and nostalgic. when the person's spouse appeared with extra snacks to enjoy with the tea they just brewed, his smile grows slowly. his heart overwhelm with joy as he observe the couple interact with each other and gets even happier when a toddler mixed of the couple's feature joins them, greet them with a toothy grin.

seems like guizhong's words were answered by the gods above all archons. even though guizhong born in the male form, you were born again as your previous form with addition of tiny fruit of love. what a coincidence for the both of you to bear the same name from the past as well. the duo never ever left him out of their conversation, always involve him and make sure he is not getting left out in any possible way. his heart lighten a bit at this. the child loves to be in zhongli's lap and speak their baby language to him.

"may i ask the name of this cute little kid here?"

zhongli asks, smiling softly at the two of you.

"my, please drop the formalities! we are friends, no? and this little buddy here is guili."

zhongli nodded, soft smile never left his face. this moment may be short but he definitely keeping it deep in his mind.

guizhong, seems like your prayer has been answered and gifted with a small surprise. wherever your soul may rest, hope you are in good place. (name), though we are not together in this life, i am happy to see you again. may your soul rest in peace. we'll meet sooner, i promise.

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anonymous requested: Hello! Can I request a scenario for Yuuta Okkotsu where he has an s/o who’s very attractive and all the others students are like baffled on how a guy like yuuta managed to get with a person like them *Cue the first and second year students with surprised pikachu faces

⤏ contents: okkotsu yuuta x gn!reader; 1492 words; fluff; disbelief at the fact that yuuta snagged you somehow

⤏ notes: bringing the other characters in to interact is always something :D this one has more intro to the beginning but i wanted to write the others, too

Maki is the first to greet you at the front of the school. To be honest, she wasn’t expecting anyone. After all, would even show up to this secluded place in the mountains? It wasn’t everyday they’d have someone come in and at most it would be some representatives coming for her teacher. 

But this person was clearly not one of those reps, if it wasn’t enough for the fact that you looked closer to her age than the old geezers Gojo would complain about. Your greeting was nice enough if a little nervous from the way you looked at her up and down. Though, she couldn’t deny that she gave the same once over to you. Her eyes nearly budged out of her sockets in surprise before she spit out a hello and who are you. 

“Oh, I’m looking for someone.” You say casually, not missing the way her eyes narrow. It was intimidating because her expression was sort of calculative. Maki was just thinking to herself who it could have been. She hums in acknowledgement, sensing the waves of cursed energy coming off of you to deem you safe to expose to what was behind her. 

She wanted a simple walk around campus but now, she supposes, she’s bringing in a visitor. 

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Hi! I saw that your requests are open so can I ask for a childhood friends to lovers with yuuta okkotsu (sfw please!)

Just some fluffs of them (like, showering him in attention) or maybe some pda (cause this boy deserves the world and I want to show off how much I love him) can the settings be them in 2nd years? Bc i would love to have the 1st year trio in there. Thank you !!! <33

Requests: Open (Please tell me if you want a HC or a Fic, or you will be skipped)

Warnings: None

Contains spoilers for JJK Manga 0 and Shibuya Arc (one line)

Yuuta Childhood Friends to Lovers

- In your early years the two of you had simply gone to the same elementary school and just so happened to have lived just a few houses down from each other.

- It wasn't odd for him to wake up on weekends to you screaming outside his home, calling out that he should join you to go play in the park or to come play out in the snow.

- He'd try and ignore you for a few minutes, that is, until his little sister would come running down the hallway and slam his door open demanding he go outside to shut you up.

- You were also there when he met Rika. You teased him constantly about his and her crushes towards each other and even demanded you play a part in their future wedding which never ended up happening.

- When Rika was gone, you were there for him as he mourned, at least, you were there until he just stopped coming out of his house.

- Ti The two of you ended up going to separate middle schools and your cries on the weekend for him to join you outside steadily died. Out of curiosity after a night of not being able to sleep, he peered outside his window, spotting you walking by his house.

- You simply stared up at the home you used to frequently visit before adjusting your bag over your shoulders and heading off to complete whatever tasks you had planned to do that day.

- He didn't see you again till his first year at Jujutsu Tech. You'd already moved into your dorm but you had been bringing in your last bit of stuff when you bumped into him.

- Gojo just watched as the two of you awkwardly stared at each other for a few minutes before you darted away, an apology dripping from your lips.

- Things are honestly awkward between the two of you the first few weeks, to which his classmates blatantly point out.

- It isn't till the incident with Getou, and Rika the two of you really start to connect again.

- Conversations in classrooms from earlier that day were quickly picked up in your room after he had slipped in after-hours. Sure the two of you could have waited and kept talking the next day, but the vibe in your room of being in there after hours, his head on your thighs as you play with his hair while you two talk just hits different.

- Instead of simply leaning over to whisper in your ear either you grab his hand and gently pull him towards your lips to whisper or his arm ends up snaked around your shoulders to bring you close, his lips tickling your ear as he fills it with an inside joke or a secret.

- As amusing as it is for your classmates to watch the two of you dance around your feelings for each other, they lowkey get annoyed at some point.

- They convince Gojo to set up a fake mission, lying that he needs to meet you two at a cafe to discuss the details for some reason. Instead, it just ends up with you two being there by yourselves, basically ignoring the fact that your teacher never showed up as the two of you talk.

- Instead of returning back to school the two of you indulge in the day, going to see a movie together and grabbing a bite to eat.

- As the two of you go your separate ways when you arrive back at school, within the hour Yuuta is in your room, snuggled up to your side as you pepper kisses along his face. A silent agreement that after that day the two of you officially crossed the friends line, and into new territory.

- Your friends thought that once the two of you got together everything would be okay. No, the two of you worsen.

- Originally thought that the two of you would be the type that would take forever just to hold hands or kiss. No, you two are the type to always be on each other.

- You're always holding hands. Your friends wanted to try an experiment to see if someone came to walk between the two of you if you'd separate. Panda was the one who volunteered.

- You two were simply walking down one of the schools many paths, enjoying the fall weather when you came across Panda. The three of you stopped, giving each other a greeting before silence fell between you.

- He kinda makes a motion that he wants to get by, and expects the two of you to separate. However, Yuuta simply leads you off to the side, you leaning into his side lovingly at the two of you watch Panda walk away.

- Your friends cringe but aren't surprised.

- If anyone needs Yuuta for anything they know not to check his room, because he's always in yours.

- He has definitely opened your room door wearing a facemask and lil bear ear headband to keep his hair out of his face while the mask dries. Gojo just stares at him for a moment before taking multiple pictures.

- When he has to prepare to leave for Africa he gets the two of you those types of bracelets that can connect with each other when you hold hands.

- When he leaves for Africa you're not as heartbroken as you thought you'd be. Both send texts throughout your days and try to facetime at least once a week.

- When the new first years come along Nobara literally glares whenever it's girls' night and your phone goes off. Maki has gotten used to your blushing face and love a sick smile as you respond to your boyfriend.

- Nobara gets curious as to what your boyfriend looks like, and when you show her a picture of Yuuta she just comments that he's cute. However, when she's alone with Maki afterward, looks at her senior and states he looks like the walking dead.

- Itadori is honestly excited to meet him

- Shibuya happens and that excitement turns to fear after he meets him

- When the two of you are reunited you can't help but run your fingers through his longer hair when you kiss. Everyone is cringing.

- You're both holding hands all the time so your bracelets are connected constantly.

- Both of you are each others wallpaper on your phones. Your's is a picture of Yuuta getting yeeted by Panda in midair during training, meanwhile, his a picture of you sleeping with a facemask on, drool slipping from the side of your mouth.

- Literally a contest between the two of you of who can get the most cringy pics of their S/O.

Separate, ofcourse.

Until some scenario like:

Scenario #1

After Yor’s final job as the Thorn Princess is completed, Garden hoists a party in her honor, in which she gets really really drunk. First is a glass or two, and she is smiling at everything and everybody. After a bottle, she cries, emotional about having to leave her colleagues behind. After two, she confesses to Shopkeeper how much they mean to her. After three, she’s trudging back home, feeling as free as a bird, her inhibitions worn away with the drinks.

Its late at night, but not too late for Loid to be sleeping. She looks at the lights in the apartment and knows Loid left them on for her. My husband, waiting for me. The thought makes her heart race. From today on, she would not be hiding anything from him. She would finally get to be a full time wife and support him and raise Anya. How much work had he done as a good father and a mindful husband (to a wife like her, no less) managing everything with his doctoring profession of insane hours? Now she could support him without having to worry about any secrets or misunderstandings. Maybe they should go on an outing tomorrow to celebrate? Maybe she should tell him how grateful she is to him and this family for keeping her grounded.

Maybe she should tell him how much she admires him, too.

Upon arriving, Yor takes her time taking a bath and changes, donning a baggy shirt and a pair of shorts, her limbs on autopilot, her mind still plenty inebriated. She switches off the lights, more out of habit of waiting for Loid for so many nights because he overworked at the hospital.  Before she heads to her room, she glances back at Loid’s. Should she check on him? Maybe he’s fallen asleep with a book on his face, or with the light still on? 

Why could she not just go into her room right now and sleep the whole day off until she could think rationally again? He’s your fake husband Yor. Fake. Husband. But she wants to see him and tell him that from this moment on she would be a real wife and mother, no shady profession on the side.

Yor shakes her head vigorously, almost enough to make herself nauseous. Room. Now. She yanks her bed room door open and closes it with enough force to rattle the doorframe. Or maybe it was her own body rattling off with this unnecessary and newfound want. She huffs out loud, cheeks flushed from both her thoughts and the drinks. She paces the room, up and down. Maybe she didn’t actually drink much at all, but her mind is making up excuses for her bizarre thoughts of wanting to bid Loid good night, or see him on his bed. Yor almost pulls her hair out of her head. She needs to sleep.

So she does, plopping on to her queen sized bed, and gets under the covers and turns off the lamp switch and arranges her pillow and tucks into a foetal position and grabs another pillow to hug and-

How empty. she thinks. How big this bed is and how much I regret ever agreeing to have separate bedrooms.

*** 

Loid isn’t asleep. 

He listens to the clock on his nightstand ticking away the seconds. He listens to the breeze and the distant sound of the still busy city. He listens to the trudging steps of his fake wife going about preparing for bed.

No, that was some time ago. He had listened to it. His mind still plays it out loud in his head and he can’t help but fret about it. 

She’d told him that it was an office party for a retired colleague of hers. She had looked positively radiating when she had prepared for the dinner. Nothing overly done, just a simple dress and almost no make-up, but she had looked nice. 

Today’s the final day Loid! she had said with a melancholy smile that had made his shady brain come up with a thousand things she could mean with the wording. A departing colleague was such news? What kind of relationship did they have? Was she planning to take a vital decision in her life? Move out from Ostania perhaps? Was she changing professions? Or maybe there was someone special she was meeting at the party? It didn’t make sense, but he couldn’t help thinking about them. 

More than anything, was she alright? 

Loid knew how Yor couldn’t handle liquor and how much her inability to refuse got her into drinking too much(or doing anything too much honestly). He remembered too vividly all the times destruction has come after Yor got intoxicated. He could still recall the powerful kick he’d received and it’s been his fault. Loid never blamed her for getting drunk, but he did worry about her possibly dying if she didn’t watch it. On all the occasions before, he’d been there to keep her in line. But today she must have downed at least a bottle. Was she alright? But he had only heard footsteps and doors closing, no loud thudding or furniture breaking. She must be fine and sound asleep by now. She always did sleep fitfully after getting thoroughly drunk. Maybe he should make some breakfast tomorrow to help her with the hangover that is sure to come. No, maybe he should let her sleep in tomorrow. She must be exhausted.

Why are you thinking so much of Yor anyway? She handled her liquor before you came into the picture. Still alive, isn’t she? His inner agent chided. 

Because she is my wife and the mother of my child and for Operation Strix to be a success she must exist in good health with a sound mind.

‘fake wife and the fake mother of my fake child’ You don’t have to say that out loud, but you used to do so at least in your thoughts. 

Loid pushed his head deeper into his pillow. 

Used to. 

This was normal. He had lived with them for months; it was only natural for him to assume them to be real, it was his own subconscious helping him to play his role as husband and father optimally-

His door opened.

Loid almost whipped out the gun he had secured under the bed, but stopped himself as the clouds parted and the light hit the silhouette standing at his door.

Yor, clutching a pillow, in her night attire, hair unbound and cheeks so red that the colours of everything around her seemed dull in comparison. He switched on the bedside lamp. Her gaze seemed unfocused. Inebriated.

Still Loid’s eyes flitted to every one of his secret spots in the room within the span of a second to make sure nothing was out of order. It was also enough time for him to calm the racing in his heart and the pounding in his ears. And then his eyes fell on her person once again.

‘…Yor,’ he carefully moved his legs to stand up. He knew how she was on edge when she was drunk. But before he could ask what she was doing in his room or before he stood up, Yor made her way to his bed, got under the covers beside him and snuggled in to his pillows.

And just like that, they were on the same bed.

Today’s the final day, Loid!

Had she come to say goodbye in her own weird way to tell him she was done playing family and would move on?

It was almost believable because Yor never had so much as knocked on his door/stepped into his room without his permission. But now she was in his bed, under the same sheets that were draped on his person. Drunk and maybe thinking this was the best what to say that she had always been in this exclusively for the fitting profile it provided. 

He wanted to ask her. He wanted to know what she meant by her actions. But he also knew she would remember nothing come tomorrow. It shouldn’t bother him. He should just go sleep on the couch and give her space. Loid didn’t know how long he sat on the bed dumbfounded until Yor got up, leaned over him and turned off the night lamp.

Whatever that was happening was not real. Yor would never be so brazen as to even accidentally brush her skin with him. But he has to accept reality as he feels the pressure of her hand on his shoulder to lie down, Loid. And Loid, upon seeing that she is facing his side, turns away from her because he just can’t keep looking at that heated sleepy face. 

Twilight was screaming bloody murder inside but Loid could hardly hear him with the pounding of his own heart. He tries to compartmentalize what he is feeling, tries to shut his emotions in a locker to be thrown away in a raging sea like a precious treasure that is never meant to be found again. He tries to rationalize whatever he thinks his wife must be thinking-

Loid’s whole existence comes to a screeching halt as he feels Yor snuggles her body to the curve of his spine, as she hikes up a leg to drape on his thighs, as she puts an arm around his torso and as she rests her head between his shoulder blades. Loid thinks he’s stopped breathing. He wants so much to untangle himself, run away out of the house.

Or turn around and hold her in return.

For the first time in a decade as a spy, he doesn’t know what to do.

‘I’m so lucky…’ he hears Yor murmuring and feels his cheeks flush. His reactions are atrocious! The one time he had blushed so hard before was playing Anya’s saviour at the castle in front of all WISE personnel. What was this feeling in his belly? 

‘Yor?’ he calls out experimentally, cursing his voice that sounds thick with emotion.

‘I’ll always be your wife, Loid,’ she says, rubbing her nose on to him and sighing contentedly. It tickles and sends shivers up his body. But not more than two minutes later, Loid can hear her breathing evenly, utterly dead to the world.

Sleep could never have been so farther from him in a long long time.

***

The next day, Loid only wakes up because Anya is banging on the door. 

‘Papa! It’s past ten and I watched spy wars and didn’t wake you guys up, but I’m hungry! I want croissants!’

He bellows an ‘okay, coming right up!’ but turns around to snuggle Yor for just a few more minutes.

He had never slept so soundly in an entire decade.

And his mind doesn’t register how Anya knew they were sharing a bed. Ofcourse. 

“I love fireworks!”

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

incubus!Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader

genre. forbidden love, romance, smut

s. who knows how many lives we have lived and how many we have forgotten in the course of our existence. “you should be grateful ….” he says with a smirk as you feel a strange connection building between the two of you

cw. huge cock!Sukuna, mild dubcon at first, size kink, dirty talk, oral, fingering, squirting, manhandling, creampie, praise, tits play, belly bulge, cumflation, 69, doggy, mating press + plot twist | wc. 6K

cw. lower-ranking incubus!Yuji — Yuji is Sukuna’s underling

an. Sukuna in his incubus form has 4 arms and horns + his usual tattoos — rbs + interactions are appreciated — m.list

There is a sculpture at the entrance to the private college you attend.

A beautiful naked woman lying on what is supposed to represent a bed trying to push away a monstrous being, with horns and wings, who wants to lie with her.

You have always found the work interesting. The way the artist carved into the white marble the woman’s frightened expression, the draping of the sheets beneath her, the scary being laying its claws on her flesh.

“You’ve been looking at this statue for three years, it’ll be there tomorrow too,” the blonde’s voice made you wrinkle your nose, “the new sensei is coming today, come on, I’m curious”.

They were all in trepidation for the arrival of the new art history teacher. The only man who would be present inside the women’s college you’ve been attending for three years now. Everyone had been talking about him for weeks and finally, after winter break, he had arrived.

The art room had never been so full and after getting a glimpse of the new sensei you could see why.

He looked anything but like a teacher. His pink hair was pulled back tied in a small bun, his tattooed arms were clutched in the white t-shirt he wore, and his biker boots pulled tight around his ankles.

Something about him made your stomach tickle as the lessons got deeper.

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