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Calling Them A Good Boy | Multiple Characters

Featuring: Yoichi Isagi. Meguru Bachira, Seishiro Nagi, and Hyoma Chigiri,

Summary: Your boredom leads to your friend giving you the idea to call your boyfriend a good boy after they do something for you and it was just too good of an idea to pass up.

Warnings: Nothing much. This is the author's second attempt at being humorous. That said, it's mainly fluff and humor ahead. Chigiri is sassy as hell and nagi's into praise. This is geared towards gn!reader but I do throw around good girl like twice in Bachira and Chigiri's respective parts. That said, enjoy at your own volition!

A/N: I think I'm just incapable of writing anything other than crack when it comes to bllk tbh💀Like no joke I have like three requests in my inbox related to this anime and I've decided to write this instead.. Happy belated birthday to one of my fav blue lock characters Meguru Bachira ilysm you're so funny😚

Credits to: These two posts by erikadayshawn on Tiktok and Instagram!!

Tagging: @nursedflowers

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It was finally time to enact your plan.

You had waited nearly two months to do this and now your victim ( boyfriend ) was finally here with you at your favorite cafe spot.

The past weeks hadn't treated him so kindly with preliminaries to go to nationals almost going awry, but despite all the stress from the game he adores and the exhaustion of having that adoration leave his body plus the plane trip home, he still decided upon himself to take you the day following his arrival home.

If it weren't for the time you spent waiting for this moment feeding into your curiosity to see his reaction, you would've probably reconsidered and saved this idea for another day..

Oh well.

Isagi, dressed down in a button down that complimented his eyes well paired with the slacks you had bought him, sat at the circular table - arm propped up to hold up his head as he took a bite of his cheesecake.

He had been eagerly telling you about how things went in each matchup and all that entails. He had long since told you the gist of what happened over the phone prior to this and was simply reiterating what has already been said about four or five times now and had been simply adding onto it with different sound effects to add a little spin to it, but you still feigned the amount of interest and excitement you gave the first time he told you.

And that's when the cue to initiate your little plan came strolling up to you two in a color-coordinated uniform that matched the cafe's color scheme; your best friend who had given you this silly idea in the first place.

With a smile that could fool the devil, they greeted you two as they always would but with a small twist of professionalism in their phrasing and tone - lingering on you knowingly as they ran through the short list of questions that inquired about things like refills and additional requests.

You waited until Isagi replied for the both of you, saying that you both were fine and fixing his lips to make a bit of small talk, to murmur to him, "Hey, baby, could you pass me that sugar packet?"

He thinks nothing of it, flashing you a quick, wider smile as he places the small packet into your hands. You smile back with a smile just a big as you casually said, "Good boy, thanks babe!"

"You're wel- ...Huh?!" His head spins to look at you with breakneck speed. His jaw dropping under the weight of all the questions he wanted to ask you in that moment as his eyes widened and his face bloomed a deep red.

It takes all you have not to burst out into a fit of laughter like some hyena at the sight of his reaction, even more so when you make the mistake of glancing at your friend who's in a similar boat - twisting and turning their lip every which way as they tried their best not to sell on your behalf.

You felt your lip quivering as you look back at your boyfriend to see he's still as awestruck as before. You falter because of that, and a bit of your laughter manages to escape from your lips and through your nose — you act fast; playing it off as a random sniffle and even wiping at your nose for good measure.

At this point, it's clear that your friend can't control themselves any longer and quickly excuses themself from the conversation before they explode. You feel almost thankful that they did that. After all, you were one eye lock with them away from giving in and toppling over in a fit of hysterics.

"Something the matter, babe?" You ask when you're sure your voice wouldn't waver, and it's only a few moments later that he's able to pick his jaw up off the floor and throw out a response.

"I.. What was that?!" He asked. You decide to play the role of the clueless and tilt your head to the side.

"What was...what?" You question, forcing your brows to furrow to look more convincing.

"That— I- You said...—!" He tries to explain, but as the moment plays back in his mind for the fourth time and the stinging of his cheeks grow worse, he sighs and shakes his head.

"...Nevermind."

You didn't know what you expected from this...idea? Prank? ...Whatever you would call this...but boredom had made you take the bait your friend had so brazenly threw out for you.

That said, part of you had become increasingly more curious as you thought on how to execute this plan of yours. Your boyfriend, after all, was the definition of unpredictable. Anytime you think he'd go left, he'd somersault backwards. Forward, he'd crawl in a circle. Right, he'd tumble over you and stray diagonally. You could never anticipate anything with him.

So, when he handed you the remote like you requested of him and you awarded him with a light headscratch and cooed, "Good boy, baby..!" as if you were speaking to your pet dog, you watched his face like a hawk for a good minute or two.

He reacted quickly to the praise; his smile turned bright and cartoonish and put his semi-even set of pearly whites on full display, his face flushed with glee as if he were a kid receiving a lollipop, his shoulders shook under the weight of his giggling, and you noticed his feet kicking as he wrapped himself around you once again.

You didn't pursue your prank further after seeing that, too captivated by the beauty of his happiness to seek comedy as you placed your hand in his two-toned hair again and went about flipping through channels for something interesting with the other.

And then the next day arrived and he asked you to do the same thing, returning the favor from the other day tenfold.

"Good girl!" He said, pulling you back into his arms by the waist so that his lips could touch yours feverishly, "You're so good to me..! Good job!"

It's there that, for the first time in your life, you squealed loud and earnestly like a flustered schoolgirl in an anime and damn near fell out of bed with how fast and far you slid away from him. Bachira's laughter ensued from there, not ceasing for the good five minutes or so it took to collect yourself..

You didn't expect much of a reaction from Nagi and no one could really blame you for not having high expectations. Nevertheless, it didn't stop your friends from nagging you so you agreed to give it a shot.

It took some time to find the right moment, a small enough task, and the right words that would convince your boyfriend to actually go against his general laziness, but eventually, you find the perfect moment to strike.

He had been nuzzled up to your chest all afternoon, completely engrossed in the games he had been too busy to play thanks to all the practicing he's been doing lately. You didn't seem to mind it, seemingly content with merely having him here in your arms so he had taken full advantage of it to play his entire game catalogue for hours on end.

Eventually, he grew too tired to keep his eyes open or his focus trained. You decided to enact your little prank then.

"Hey, Sei," You whispered gently, "Could you hand me your phone? I feel like playing some games," It was a believable enough lie, you thought. You weren't the biggest fan of gaming, but self-indulgence did overcome you at times and Nagi had always been willing to give way whenever you asked it of him.

This time was no different. With a rumbling groan racked with drowsiness, he raised his hand a little and tipped his phone in the direction of your voice — all whilst his eyes remained shut.

You released the device from his pale fingertips and watched as his arm fully snaked around your waist before continuing your silly little shenanigan.

Your free hand found itself gliding up and down his back in a soothing rhythm he always buckled easily to and he found himself slowly repositioning in your embrace and burying his face in your neck in response.

As his breathing settled into a steady pattern against your skin, you finally murmured, "Good boy.. Thank you, hun'."

He didn't reply for the longest time and you took it as you being too late — that Nagi had fell victim to sleep before he could to your childish prank and ultimately hadn't heard a word of what you said.

..But then the next morning came and you were surprised to be met with expectant eyes when he rolled over to grab the pillow that had fallen off the bed during the night per your groggy request.

Turns out, you had uncovered some hidden weakness of your boyfriend that neither of you thought he had — one that you decided to keep secret from your friends when they so nosily inquired about what happened later that day.

Your friend had sent you this hilarious video of this woman calling her boyfriend a good boy as a prank and it willed you to try it on your own boyfriend, Chigiri, later that evening when you were doing your skincare routines together.

"Hyoma, dear, could you pass me that moisturizer next to you?" You asked, turning your head slightly from the mirror to glance over and usher to the pink tube.

He complied, completely unaware of your antics and gently placed it in your hands with a small, "Here.."

Perfect.

"Good boy," You said with a smile, now fully turning to see his reaction and even going a step further and repeating yourself, "What a good boy you are!"

Initially, your boyfriend pauses as your words had only half sunken in. When he finally realized what you said, however, you watched as he quirked his well plucked brow and began looking in all directions and in every space; looking towards the door, then over to your bathtub-slash-shower, even bending down to look into the cabinets and drawers..

"What are you doing?" You couldn't help but ask him, and he decides to double check under his hairdryer before replying, "Trying to find whoever you're talking to."

You rolled your eyes. Of course he'd respond with sassiness, "I'm obviously talking to you."

He huffs, "Clearly not. I don't fit that comment at all."

"Oh so you'll accept me calling you pretty boy and the guys nicknaming you princess, but I can't call you good boy?" You question, your own eyebrows beginning to raise with exasperated befuddlement. He decides to mimic your earlier action and roll his eyes — except he makes it much more dramatic and obvious by rolling them sky-high.

"That's like so different," He says as he returns his gaze back to the mirror. His hands coming back up to part his damp, pink hair so that he could continue to blow-dry it.

"And how is that?" You inquired as you popped the tube he handed you open and squeezed some white face cream into your palm.

"It's demeaning on so many levels," He replies, giving you a look as he asks, "I mean, would you like it if I called you that?"

"No, cause it's meant to be praise," You shot back and he finds himself scoffing prettily.

"Of course you'd say that."

"Hyoma—"

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

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Just saw this and my day instantly brightened-

It's not a want anymore it's a need I NEED HIM NEOW PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS HE'S SO FUCKING GORGEOUS ARHGLIF;NJE LOOK HOW MAJESTIC HE'S LOOKS IN KOU'S ARTSTYLE OMGOSH

( No but serious Kou you're art is as gorgeous as a bluebell in spring UGHHH IT'S SO LOVELY TO MY EYES FLINS LOOKS SO EDIBLE I JUST WANNA BITE EM )

flins practice doodle 🌀

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AHHHH I'M LATE BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY GOATS MUICHIRO TOKITO, YUICHIRO TOKITO, AND BACHIRA MEGURU!! <333 I LOVE THEM SO SO SO MUCH THEY'RE MY SHAYLAS

( Them as babies 🥺 My loves ughh I adore them )

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My honest reaction to this information:

So tired I never hit the unfollow button instead of the ask button and startled myself awake when I realized 💔 Anywhooo I'm about....*checks watch and adjust glasses*...three days late but ✌️

Also hi hi Junebug!! How have you been? I hope life's been treating you well! 🫶 I also hope your day is going good!! <33

ARIII HAHAHA ITS OK LMAOO DW I MADE THAT MISTAKE A LOT OF TIMES!!! SORRY FOR REPLYING TO THIS SO LATE THO :( TUMBLR WAS BEING MEAN AGAIN AND WOULDN'T LET ME LOG IN UGHHHH. I'VE BEEN GOOD LATELY THANKS FOR ASKING!! HBU? Anyways, based on vibes alone you give off...

FUGUE!!!

Reason: Fugue is a beauty laced in mystery and wrapped with serenity. She is extremely polite and calm to everyone she meets, and her gracefulness blows away the minds of everyone she meets! Not only that, she is loved by many people at the Xianzhou for her calming presence and characteristics! She suits you in those criterias! THANKS FOR PARTICIPATING ARI RAHHHHHH!!!!!

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AHHHH READING YOUR WORKS WHILE LAYING IN BED LATE AT NIGHT FEELS SO NICE!! Your vibe is like a cool pillow to me and brings me immense peace even when I'm troubled!!

I read all of them but my favorite has to go to my boy Cyno!! 🥹 I love the idea of him using his favorite game as a way to grow closer to us!! Like even someone like him struggles with nerves a bit in the face of someone he really likes and it's so cute!! <33

MOVIE NIGHTS. but intellectual movie nights. movies in a different language, movies with diverse plots, movies that are on the quiet side, movies that make you think, and classics— whenever he’s choosing. <- I'd be sitting on that couch emoting and locked in knowing I don't have the damndest clue of what the hell is going on. Deadass I'd be in there like-

TIGHNARI ML PLEASE YAP MY EAR OFF FOR HOURS ON END GORGEOUS TELL ME ALL ABOUT THE FOREST AND ITS INHABITANTS I'LL LISTEN TO EVERY WORD IF IT'S FROM YOU 🤭

And Kaveh ughhh he's such a comforting soul. Like I feel as though I'd be the most physically at ease being around him tbh. Like especially the sitting and chatting UGH WE CAN BOTH YAP AND TALK THE DAY AWAY PLS PLS PLS THAT'D BE SUCH A DELIGHTFUL HANGOUT/DATE!!

Also is invited constantly to your home, and despite him feeling guilty, relishes in being there. his mind can jog peacefully with no annoying roommate to disturb or vex him and you as his muse, translating his emotions into works of art. it’s so domestic, and every time you tell him to take a break or bring him something to eat when he’s working, he falls in love again and again and prays that he’ll never lose this peace. <- Was so beautifully composed you did such an amazing job stringing these words together!!! Reading this little paragraph felt like watch a painter blend two colors together and gaining the perfect gradient LIKE IT ITCH MY BRAIN SO GOOD >.<

LOVELY WORK NURSED 😆 THIS WAS SO NICE TO READ ON SUCH AN OVERWHELMING DAY LIKE TODAY WAS I APPRECIATE THE TAG 🥹

modern au! drabbles. ft. sumeru boys.

short modern au! drabbles about the sumeru boys! / fluff / no cw / other: anemo boys vers. (❕) a/n: part 2 part 2 part 2! this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit, but thankfully the need to write for tighnari got me to finish it! tagging -> @aritsukemo

characters included: alhaitham, cyno, kaveh, and tighnari.

wc: 850+ words

coffee order? memorized. favorite films and books? watched and read and ready to discuss. favorite snacks? always stocked up in case you ever decide to drop by and for study sessions.

speaking of study sessions…

they’re usually either one of two things: one, being quiet with the both of you focused on your own separate things, or two, studying together with him softly speaking in a manner you find rather out of character for the guy, but comforting nonetheless.

gives his headphones to you to listen to music if you need background noise to focus, while he probably owns a pair of noise cancellers to block out the noise of background chatter if you two are in a public setting.

MOVIE NIGHTS. but intellectual movie nights. movies in a different language, movies with diverse plots, movies that are on the quiet side, movies that make you think, and classics— whenever he’s choosing.

when it runs further into the night, you sometimes end up drifting off (either from the day you had or because alhaitham’s pick of movies are a bit sleep-inducing…). but alhaitham can’t really find himself complaining, especially when your head rests so nicely on his shoulder. and waking up with your arms wrapped around him and his around you isn’t a bad outcome, either.

(kaveh definitely took pictures and shared them to the world.)

his jokes are still… not the best. but the joke books and media searches he’s done helps… not that much either. they might be even worse.

always wins against you at genius invokation tcg, or any other board or card game you bring up to him (unless it’s based on luck. then anyone can win) because every time he plays you, he has a goal. before every match, he promises himself that if he wins he has to do something, which usually translates to asking you to lunch or watching a movie or something. it’s a way to boost his confidence to ask you from the rush of winning and whatnot (you figured out the pattern ages ago, so when you finally managed a win you asked him out somewhere instead).

funny-bad movie binge watching…

seeks out your hand whenever in public, just to keep you close and safe; leading many to believe that you two are dating, even when you aren’t (yet).

searches online for tips on “how to speak and act around your crush,” but hardly remembers them when he’s around you, because all he feels is the comfort to be himself.

is invited constantly to your home, and despite him feeling guilty, relishes in being there. his mind can jog peacefully with no annoying roommate to disturb or vex him and you as his muse, translating his emotions into works of art. it’s so domestic, and every time you tell him to take a break or bring him something to eat when he’s working, he falls in love again and again and prays that he’ll never lose this peace.

likes simply sitting and chatting with you, the television in the background on a low volume as you both munch on something.

sometimes takes your hands in his and draws patterns on them when talking. it started from you holding his hands whenever he seemed to get antsy about upcoming projects and tests and all that to him doing it naturally.

likes building lego sets and those wood building kits, feels really guilty whenever you spend your money on them for him because those builds can sometimes be pretty expensive…

imagines his future with you. the domestic life… waking up to your face every morning… the house that you both designed for a “project” of his… and immediately the urge to work comes to surface, kaveh ready to overexert himself so that that future can one day be a reality.

did campouts with you outside in the backyard when you two were little. also taught you how to climb a tree safely (and patched you up whenever you fell).

HAD A TREEHOUSE THAT HE SHARED WITH YOU.

literally barges into your room once he catches wind that you’re sick. bedridden? not on his watch! will spend days with you watching whatever you want to watch or reading out loud whatever book you want to read, sticking by you and nursing you until you’re better.

likes watching documentaries with you, specifically about plant and animal life. it can get boring sometimes, but the way his face lights up just the slightest bit when you agree to watch them with him makes the experience a lot better than you thought.

calls you randomly. it could just be to say hi or to simply hear your voice, most calls occurring during his breaks in between studying.

alhaitham, cyno, and kaveh definitely tease him whenever he perks up hearing your name or the specialized ringtones he has for you. he could be so locked in studying and whatnot but then be completely distracted once you’re brought in. it’s sort of comical, actually.

decorated his notebooks with stickers he made himself of pictures of you across all the pages in the margins… it “helps him retain the info” as he put it.

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I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN

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AHHHH FOOD IS ARRIVING ALREADY??? EVERYONE CHEERED-

This was amazing Lysa!! Ughhhh your way of carrying emotion is top tier!! Like, especially with the late night drinking with Flins's subordinates. It felt like I was actually there UGHH GOSH I ADORE HOW MUCH LIFE YOU MANAGED TO CONVEY IN SUCH FEW WORDS!! 😖

Writing Flins in this nonchalant sweetness feels so right I was literally kicking my feet throughout the entire ending bit as I read HUEHUEHUHE HE'S SO-

He will be mine. I'll make sure of it.

Again, thank you for unknowingly feeding into my insanity I love you sm 🤭

My live reaction to reading this:

━━━━━━ snow falling outside, keeping on the nightlight ⟢

♱    |    there's been a rumor circling around the tavern's around nod-krai regarding flins the lightkeeper. no one really believes it, but he does.

𖤝 including  ⠀! ⠀flins          ◟          𖤝 warnings ⠀! ⠀written pre-release so expect ooc, no beta we die like the three moon sisters          

𖤝 notes⠀! ⠀this is my way of manifesting early flins when his banner drops because the rumored banner schedules are scaring me.... divider used were made by @uzmacchiato please check them out!!!

❝      tags     ⚜     .  @lowkeyren and @luvydei i couldn't stop thinking about you two as i was writing this so i hope you don't mind the tag !!!

flins preferred to work in the dark. he has no particular reason for liking it, it simply came with the environment he worked in. the dreadful hours spent watching over nod-krai for any surprise attacks, taking walks down the cobblestone pathways with only a dimly lit lamp as his guide—flins grew accustomed to it.

but recently, many of his subordinates have noticed something uncharacteristic in his office.

“there was light!” one of them said, slamming down the cup of beer on the wooden table. “faint, but there, you know? never would have expected it from sir flins of all people.”

“well how do you think he gets any work done?” another rebutted. swirling the warm liquid in his cup before gulping it down in one go. “you can’t expect a man to write in complete darkness.”

“no, no, no! you got it all wrong! the light i’m talking about isn’t from a lamp—hell not even a candle! it was from a nightlight.”

 the table roared with laughter. some slapped their knees in disbelieving ecstasy, others looked at him like he had grown two heads. the tips of his ears turned red as he slammed his hands on the table, standing hunched over, trying to defend what he saw on that stormy night.

“i’m not lying!” he exclaimed.

one man wiped a stray tear that fell from all his laughter and waved him. “ya sure you just didn’t mistook it for somethin’ else? after all sir flin’s office is darker than the abyss we fight!”

“does it look like i’m lying?” he muttered, exasperatedly and called for another beer. “i know what i saw. these eyes are sharper than any of you lads in this room!”

“sure, sure. whatever you say.”

flins chuckled under his breath. he had quietly overheard bits and pieces and couldn’t help but listen in. with his back pressed flush against the wooden wall, he took one final swig of his drink before handing it back to the waitress, a simple nod in thanks before leaving the establishment.

if he were to guess, it would be nearing midnight, meaning his patrols would be over and his paperwork would be calling him like a singing siren. just the thought of it has flins shaking his head in dismay, the lamp in his hands lighting up to guide his path back to his private quarters. the streets of nod-krai are barren in this hour, and with nothing to entertain him, flins looked back on the day he got that nightlight his subordinates were gossiping about.

“here,” flins casually handed you a small item. “turn it on whenever you’re working late hours here.”

you tilted your head in confusion. you eyed it for a while, turning it here and there before flins sighed in quiet amusement. with a single tap from his finger, a small diamond shaped item that sat in your palm began to emit a soft purple glow. 

“it’s a nightlight,” flins explained and took the artifact back in his hold. he held it up to your face and watched as your eyes, quite literally, lit up in amazement. “children here in nod-krai often use them to ward off the night when it’s too dark.”

“are you calling me a child, sir?” you fired back without hesitation, a teasing smile illuminated by the small ball of comfort in flins’s hand. 

“on contrary, it’s quite the opposite. i’ve yet to meet another subordinate as diligent and responsible as you.”

you pressed your palms over the other, quietly asking for the nightlight back, and flins chuckled. his gloved hand rested on the crown of your head before pulling you in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “well, maybe sometimes you do act like a child.”

“okay, first of all—!”

flins snickered under his breath as the familiar creaking of his office door welcomed him. he blew out the light from his lamp and sat down on his office chair. the quiet vexation of his ever growing responsibilities invaded his mind, leading to a growing headache and longing in the pits of his heart. after a few minutes of quietly staring at his desk, he got up and took the nightlight kept safely in one of his drawers. with a single tap, it lit up with that familiar purple glow. 

“come back soon, [name],” flins muttered under his breath. a quiet smile tugged at his lips before he picked up his pen and started writing. “your little nightlight misses you.”

© 𝓵ysarion 2025 — do not plagiarize, repost, or translate works without the knowledge or consent of the creator in other platforms or websites.

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Man...I fucking love the Suzuya Squad bro they're my shaylas fr

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Appreciation | Jinu

Summary: Jinu tries ( and fails ) to convince you not to kiss his demon markings.

Warnings: Sassy reader ahead. That said, there's a lot of eye rolling in this. Read at your own volition!

A/N: Little warmup to get me in the mood to continue writing requests. Been absence due to work ( my feet are killing me ) but I'm back with more kpdh because I'm considering rewatching the movie for the fourth time. Was considering adding Rumi and Baby Saja but went against it because it'd take up my whole night but uh yeah I love the Saja Boys demon forms and this is just my excuse to vicariously live through reader-inserts.

Tagging: @snowy-violet

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"What are you doing?" Jinu asks, one of his golden eyes cracking open to peek at you as you lined his jaw with pecks.

"I'm making a cake," You sassed, throwing in a roll of your eyes before admitting, "I'm kissing the marks on your face."

"What— Why?!" He immediately swerves his head away, dodging your next kiss, much to your annoyance.

"Hey!" You said in a way that's almost whining, leaning in again as you said, "Get back here! I wasn't done—!"

He weaves again, sounding oddly terrified as he shoots out, "Di- Don't kiss them!"

"Why not? They're cool — and they glow when I kiss them. See—" You lean in to demonstrate, but as soon as your lips brush his skin, he yanks away from you and you groan in response.

"These markings were burned into my skin by the King of Demons. Your lips shouldn't be anywhere near something so, so—"

"Epic?" You cut off and the look Jinu gives you is dripping with judgment. You groan again.

"Come onnn, babe. Just lemme kiss 'em. What's the worst that could happen..?" You say as you reach out to grab his wrist with the intent of pulling him in again, face drooping like a sad little pup who just got their favorite toy taken from them.

Jinu almost gives in. Almost.

"Kissing them could have side effects," He shoots out, breaking eye contact with you to break the spell you're no doubt casting on him right now.

"Like..?" You drawl, and he soon responds with, "Like... Like inflammation from poison or- or some radiation sickness caused by the light or something!"

"Last I checked you weren't a snake or the sun sooo I think I'm good," You say.

"You never know!"

Fed up with his nonsense, you pounce. Tackling Jinu and ignoring his screams of protests as you situate yourself atop his lap and cup his face. Like this, you can see the darken flush of his cheeks more clearly — how the deep purple of his blush mixes with the light iris of his skin — and you can't help but grin in amusement.

"Got anymore excuses?" You ask as if you were requesting his final words before cutting him down.

"They're ugly...?" He replies pitifully. A blocky, toothy, awkward smile quirking on his face as if that'd make his reason anymore convincing.

And that's when you roll your eyes for a final time before you lean in, and this time, Jinu doesn't try to fight you or pull away from the tickling feeling of your soft kisses on the open cracks in his skin as he accepts his defeat in all of its fluttering, flustering glory.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

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omfg you're cooking with the vnc headcanons 0_0 it's like you interviewed the characters; they all fit them so well! do you have any sort of hcs like that for noe? (angstier or general!)

Noé Headcanons | Vanitas No Carte

Warnings: Spoilers to vnc, specifically Noe's and Dominique's past, ahead. Aside from that, nothing but a little angst here and there per your request. Read at your own volition!

A/N: I suck at angst so sorry that this is mainly general headcanons 😓

Tagging: @snowy-violet

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⇻ It's canon that Noe started having trouble sleeping without a hugging something after Louis's death. That said, I like to imagine the reason is because he used to cuddle up to Louis whenever he'd let him and grew so used to it that not being pressed up against something — or someone — in his sleep unnerves him because it reminds him of his death.

⇻ Noe has given himself food poisoning more than once and it's always when he tries to cook himself something.

⇻ He has a thing for long hair and loves carding and playing in people's hair but never gets many chances to do so.

⇻ As a kid, he used to nick himself on his fangs a lot.

⇻ Following the months after Louis's death, Noe couldn't stomach much food and would kick up panic attacks often because everything reminded him of Louis. It got to the point that Dominique had to beg her parents to shelter Noe for a week or so to get him out of that house.

⇻ If his teacher didn't assign him to locate the Book of Vanitas, I like to think he'd travel the world!

⇻ Assertive, hot-headed, and or aggressive people make him a bit to very nervous depending on who they are. He's the most worried about setting them off accidentally and kinda just keeps to himself unless spoken or gestured to.

⇻ He can read and write a bit of English! He gets tongue tied trying to speak it though..

⇻ He loves tea but couldn't drink it for the longest time after Louis's death because it reminded him of the tea times they used to have together.

⇻ Noe kept accidentally referring to Dominique as Louis when she cut her hair short and he felt horrible for it. He also avoided her a little until her hair started growing back and she started looking more like herself again.

⇻ His giving love language is quality time while his receiving is a mix of physical touch and words of affirmation.

⇻ He's clumsy when he gets excited and can't stop moving either. Seriously, someone put him on a leash him.

⇻ Has knots on his head from every time he's fallen off his bed ( which happens almost all the time )

⇻ Has a thing for longer nails and likes the feeling of them dragging along his skin and scratching at his scalp.

⇻ Disney-princess coded. Animals are always following him around and he so talks to them on occasion.

⇻ He loved Louis's voice and always asked him to read him stories until he fell asleep, tell him about his day ( despite literally going through the day with him ), and just random questions to get him talking. He also loved the way he called his name, but after his death he was tormented by it and couldn't sleep at night.

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Artwork of Sora🐉

Last Updated: July 16, 2025

Restless Child | Art by @sunberry-dawn

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My Tokyo Ghoul Imagines/Drabbles/Scenarios ❤️XIII 🔪

Last Updated: July 17, 2025

Affection | Juuzou Suzuya | Fluff w/ Hurtful Themes

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TOKYO GHOUL NEW FANFIC ONG

I WAS SO STARVING FOR TG FANFICS ESPECIALLY X READER 💔

Affection | Juuzou Suzuya

Summary: Juuzou Suzuya isn't one for affection, but he tries.

Warnings: Small spoilers about the outcome of the Owl Suppression Operation. ( Specifically what happened to Juuzou ) Juuzou isn't the best partner but he gets better. Read at your own discretion.

A/N: I know this wasn't really a request, but something came over me and I had to write about my fav again so enjoy!! <3

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Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection.

Giving it, that is. He’s more than fine with receiving it. So when you’d text him sweet affirmations in the morning only to do the same in person whenever you saw him at work, he’d grin widely, thank you, and go about his day.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection. So when you asked him for a hug after an operation that could’ve gone horribly wrong, you were giving a long, blank stare instead of a yes or no. Same for when you asked to hold his hand while walking to your favorite takeout spot after work and when you shyly asked to play with his hair.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection. So when you confessed you liked him, he so cluelessly replied, “I like you too!” and resumed eating the sandwich you so kindly bought for him. When you explained you liked him in a way that most would consider atypical for a friendship and wanted him to be your boyfriend, he didn’t really bat an eye to it. Instead, he asked if dating would mean you’d continue taking him out and paying for his meals and accepting when you said yes.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection, so for the longest time, your relationship seemed stagnant. He never called you any nicknames of endearment or spent time with you much outside of work aside from the times you offered to take him places on your tab. Intimacy of any kind was nonexistent between you two as well, but you never made any complaints.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection, so when your excitement got the better of you and you pulled him into a hug and pecked his cheek without word or warning, he froze, but didn’t pull away or reprimand you. When you apologized profusely, he brushed it off and didn’t think about the incident anymore after that.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection, but he grew fond of your ways of showing it. He grew to like your warm hugs and the small, folded notes he’d find on his desk wishing he had a good day. Grew to adore the petnames you’d murmur in his ear and the way you’d wrap your arm around his to lock hands with him. Even his heart started racing ever so softly when you took him off guard by laying kisses along his body stitches and rubbing his back leisurely whenever you sat beside him.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection nor does he expect it to last long. He likes you. You’re cool and are one of the only people who don’t give him sideways looks when he walks in a room, but you’re merely human. You’ll end up dying eventually — and in this line of duty, that fate may come sooner than later and that’s just the way things go. He won’t feel sad nor regretful. He won’t feel anything really. Death is a natural occurrence that happens everyday after all.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection, but when your body is tossed by the Owl, he — despite being down a leg — throws himself towards where you’d land to catch you and holds you close for the first time ever when you’re finally in his grasp.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection, but when you awaken in the hospital after the Owl Operation, his body moves on its own and he’s wrapping his arms around you for a second time, giving you the tightest hug he could that wouldn’t disturb your injuries. Tears he didn’t even realize he could shed anymore leaking from his eyesockets as he buried his face into the crook of your neck and left the smallest, lightest kiss on your pulse.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection, but with his new appearance came new changes and developments and cuddles became a new favorite of his.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection, but he starts becoming aware that you very well may be and tries his best to accommodate. Though it's small, he begins initiating more; locking pinkies, asking to ditch troublesome work with you, and leaning on your shoulder whenever he’s feeling drowsy.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection, but your lap eventually became his second home. Every chance he gets, he’s laying there. Eyes closed as you play in his hair, caress his face, and soothe him to sleep with your humming and rambles.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection, but he’s grown to love you lots and appreciate the bond you share. You’ve taught him many things about love and he’s forever grateful to have such a patient and considerate person to call his partner. Someone who didn’t run away or push at the first sign of rejection. Someone who allows him time to create boundaries for himself and actually have the pleasure of having them respected. Someone who yearns for so much of him yet restrains themselves from crossing any lines and takes things slow.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection and that didn’t change much when you two moved in together. For a while, you slept in the living room at night and suffered from back pain until he was comfortable enough to invite you to lie beside him.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection, but there are times he shows it through acts of service around the house. Washing the dishes after dinner, folding the basket of clothes you’ve let sit for two weeks, making you tea on occasion… He’s not the best at it, but the effort and thought behind it is there and it's more than enough to coax a smile out of you.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection, but when he realizes you’re in desperate need of some, he’s willing to take you into his arms, take you out somewhere for some fresh air, or lay in his lap for a change.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection, but when someone points out how one-sided the show of love and appreciation is, he grows a bit self-conscious.

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection, but he loves you lots and doesn’t want you to feel unloved or undervalued, so he takes a trick out of your book for once. When you arrive at work, he rushes out of the car to open the door for you like you tend to do for him. And, before you leave the parking lot, he turns you towards him, grabs you by the collar, and pulls you in for a slow, chaste kiss.

   “Have a nice day,” He tells you, smiling coyly as he adds, “I love you.”

Your initial reaction of surprise lasts long enough for doubt to start creeping into his thoughts, but before he can take anything back, a large grin he’s never seen on your face before appears and you reply to him with your voice dripping in honey sweetness and sugary fondness.

   “I love you too.”

Juuzou Suzuya is not one for affection, but he tries his best for you.

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Jeanne x rebel bourreau who she used to know during the war. They escaped from their master and palament and now they are leader of rebellion against vampire nobility. This group is formed by commun who got abused, slaves, formal bourreau, relantives/friends who want to avege their beloved who got cursed and they were killed not trying being cure or keep alive as loki.

The Bourreau and The Rebel, Who's Two Worlds Once Meshed | Jeanne

Summary: Jeanne is tasked to kill an old friend. ..But can she follow through with it?

Warnings: Very brief fight ahead. ( Jeanne kicks you...and that's pretty much it ) Reader's feelings can be seen as platonic or romantic if you squint. With that said, read at your own discretion!

A/N: Another request done! Sorry if this wasn't what you wanted, I had a bit of trouble understanding the request.. 😅

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   “Ah, if it isn’t my dear Jeanne. It’s been a while!” You greeted her, smiling brightly at her like you would a friend you haven’t seen in a while…which she supposes would be correct considering your shared past together.

Nevertheless it was inappropriate considering that she stands before you not as a friend, but as a bourreau — one tasked to exterminate the leader of a particular gaggle of rebels who’ve been a thorn in the vampires’ sides for decades now.

You knew why she was here. I mean, her crimson gauntlet adorned her arm and her white attire had been sprayed with the blood of some of your most trusted allies. Her motive for being here shined through clear as day.

She was here to kill you, and yet, you seemed almost overjoyed at the sight of her.

   “I see you’ve cut your hair,” You point out, “I must admit, I was more favorable of you with longer hair, but you’re still as pretty as a flower in bloom, ma cherie.”

Her glare hardens, her face warming. She blames it on the raging fire that surrounds you two.

   “You’ve grown into a fine warrior…and an even finer woman,” You comment as you so brazenly turn to face her fully and walk forward, “I bet you have to fight the men off of ya’ even with your title as Hellfire Witch.”

With each step you took, she watched with her eyes glowing and her teeth snarling. She remained still nevertheless.

It wasn’t by choice. No way it could, I mean, you’re a traitor. You’ve done heinous deeds, endangered her friends once…and she hates you for that. She despises you with all her being and as soon as she can get herself to step forward she’ll—

Your hand slides to fit around her face, your palm warm and unbearably soft against her cheek.

She flinches, and as if her body had fallen asleep at the sight of you and was abruptly awoken by your touch, she jolts back and kicks you square in the stomach.

You go sliding back, your feet firmly planted into the ground and keeping you from flying off like some rookie who’s never been attacked by a powerful foe before. And pain heats your belly and causes nausea to surface and  itch at the back of your throat. 

It takes might and a little willpower to prevent yourself from coughing up the lunch you had early, and when you’re confident you won’t puke, you force out a chuckle.

   “Damn,” You grimace, now slightly hunched, “Did I startle ya’? My bad..” A pained smile stretches across your face as you look back up.

   “You looked kinda out of it, so I thought—” “Why aren’t you attacking me?”

   “Hm?” Confusion crosses your visage and it’s clear her words struck a cord in you that genuinely bewildered you so she repeats herself, a growl coating her velvet voice, “Why aren’t you attacking me?”

   “Why would I attack you?” You shoot back. She grits your teeth, replying with, “I’m here to kill you.”

You pause for a moment, taking the time to eye her weapon. Your face seems to drop momentarily as you do, but as soon as your hues lay upon hers again, it’s brightening all over again.

   “Well, aside from that kick you threw at me, you haven’t tried to attack me either,” You say, and she hates that you’re right. Ultimately, she breaks eye contact with you, staring off at the orangish red flames that have risen to about waist length.

Why was this so difficult? You’re her enemy for crying out loud! You’ve gone against your sworn duties. You’ve gone against Lord Ruthven. You’ve committed crimes and further drowned yourself in sin rather than working to repent and now she has to take your head for it. She has to end your life and she will! She will because that was the order she was given. She won’t allow her personal sentiments to cloud her judgement, no matter what.

With this sudden aggression fueling her, she raises her hand, pointing her gauntlet and aiming at your head. 

She’ll kill you.

You throw both your own hands up in retaliation, not to prepare yourself to counter the impending blow or even to try and block it, but to further convey your intentions of not laying a hand to her.

   “Woah..! Did that suddenly light a fire under you?” You asked, yet your tone gave way that you weren’t surprised in the slightest.

   “I will kill you,” She says in response, “I will!”

An ominous red omits from her gauntlet. It starts off as a small, concentrated ball before it grows and spreads into a large ball twice as big as your head. Surely the power it's backed by could wipe out a small army, maybe two — more than enough to wipe you out.

She’ll actually kill you. 

Your eyes widen, your smile growing almost maniacally so.

   “I’m seeing that now…” You quip, finally straightening your posture as you look your demise right in the eye — which happened to be a sight more breathtaking than a fresh slate of snow.

   “You know, despite all this, I can’t seem to find a bone of resentment for you in my body. ‘Ain’t that odd?” You asked, and this time, you’re the one so foolish enough to gaze away from your foe. 

   “Here you are, soaked in the blood of the people who I’ve shared drinks with, cried with… People I’d call my brothers and sisters… People who’d die for me and my cause...and yet, my heart still skips every time I lay my eyes on you. …Maybe I am vile like they all say I am.”

Jeanne’s brows knit at your sudden confession and she finds her lips parting to ask, “Why—!” but you cut her off.

   “You’re much stronger than I, mon cherie,” You said, “To be able to stand before a friend — though time strains our relationship a bit — and point your weapon at them with conviction…even someone such as myself hasn’t been able to do that.”  

You finally take notice of how much the fire truly has spread. It nearly kisses your heel now. Furthermore, the air has gotten heavy and has begun to sit on your chest. No doubt you’ll start feeling the symptoms of smoke inhalation in a matter of minutes..

    “Enough rambling… Hellfire Witch,” The sound of her title rolling on your tongue has a bad taste pouring into her mouth from the root of it and it worsens when you finish your sentence, asking, “...care to put this dear friend of yours out of their misery?”

She doesn’t answer initially, so you wait for a response. It never comes, so you finally raise your gaze…and immediately, your breath is taken away.

The Hellfire Witch… — Jeanne still stands frozen, her gauntlet still raised and illuminating a threatening, red blare at you that’s just itching to blow you into pieces….while thin, clear tears leak from her water ducts.

She’s crying, though you’re unsure if she’s aware of that fact or not and you’re too shocked at the sight of them to make a comment on it.

You stare on in silence, speechless, until it’s finally broken when Jeanne speaks in a hushed murmur, “What.. What’s wrong with me..? Why can’t I do it?” She asks no one in particular as she stares at you with just as much surprise on her face as yours, “It’s my job to.. I have to…b- but, I…—”

    “Boss!” A howl startles you both, and before you’re able to discern the voice of your most trusted companion, you’re swept off your feet and thrown over someone’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

    “..W- Wait!” You exclaim, going to grip at the fabric of their outfit as you continue, “Seriously hold on, Jeanne is— The Hellfire Witch, she’s—”

Your sputtering falls upon deaf ears and, in a matter of seconds, you’re out of the ring of flames and feeling the breeze bristle in your hair.

   “Wait dummy! She’s still in there!” You yell, and they retort, “Exactly! That’s why we need to get far away from here before there is no rebellion!”

Your mouth clamps shut, ending your small dispute with the chime of your defeated silence. 

You look back at where you once stood. Even from where you are in the air, you can still make out Jeanne’s features. Her bright, red eyes twitching from the dust that got in them from when your colleague briefly threw an attack at her just now, her chest rising and falling from adrenaline…all was clear but her tears, which seemed invisible on her pale skin.

And it’s there, mid-air, that you find yourself pondering whether or not what your eyes witnessed had truly happened. If, in that moment, your friend was the one pointing that gauntlet at you rather than the renowned bourreau who slayed her own kind.

Your heart ached at the thought.

No. Surely you imagined it.

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My Case Study of Vanitas Imagines/Drabbles/Scenarios 💙✨

Last Updated: July, 17, 2025

The Bourreau and The Rebel, Who's Two Worlds Once Meshed | Jeanne | Angst

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Fav characters in vnc and maybe a spoonful of hcs for them?

VNC Headcanons | Vanitas No Carte

Featuring: Astolfo, Mikhail, Louis De Sade, Jeanne, Olivier, and Roland

Warnings: Spoilers to vnc ahead. Also mentions of self harm for one of Astolfo's headcanons. Aside from that, enjoy my very biased and personal heacanons regarding my top six favs from the hit show Vanitas No Carte!! <33

A/N: This was fun and makes me want to rewatch vnc for the fifth time lmao- Sorry this simple request took so long, deary!!

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⇻ Astolfo Granatum

He suffers from dismissive-avoidant attachment style to the point most of his newer relationships with most people crash and burn within half a year or so — not that he's actively making friends or forming bonds to begin with.

He's incredibly self-conscious about his appearance and any kind of comment on it ( even compliments ) makes him uncomfortable and angry. It's a little better when it comes from those he's truly close to, but depending on the person, he'd be incredibly suspicious and would assume they're lying/making fun of him.

He gets bad night terrors and has to sleep away from most objects to avoid hurting himself and or others in his panicked state. Roland used to deal with them by sitting at his bedside and telling him fun stories of his childhood, fairytales, and lighthearted things of that nature until Astolfo managed to ground himself and go back to sleep.

⇻ Mikhail

Still suffers from nosebleeds and headaches from time to time. It's very faint compared to when he was human and never last long, but whenever it happens it reminds him of the time he was still a test subject.

He's tried to grow his hair out to resemble Luna at least once but always ends up cutting it.

He feels safest/most comfortable around older women and mothers despite his past because they're typically the nicest to him.

⇻ Louis De Sade

Likes his tea black. I have no proof, he just seems like the type lmao-

If he ever got into a relationship, it would be with a long term friend or best friend. He's real demiromantic-coded to me and I don't see him even entertaining love with anyone who he can't let his walls down in front of ( which takes an incredibly long time for him I imagine ).

His giving love language is physical touch. Caressing your face while you lay in his lap, moving close to hold you by the hip and waist whenever he greets you, rubbing your thigh leisurely... He'll adjust depending on what you're okay and not okay with, but one way or another his hands will find themselves on you if he likes you enough.

⇻ Jeanne

Gets nervous around women. She finds them so, so incredibly beautiful — like a goddess smiling upon her — and she...mentally panics whenever she partakes in leisure conversation or is even near one. ( real, me too girl )

She's an absolute sucker for compliments!! Praise is her kryptonite and she'd melt like butter on a hot summer's day if anyone says something nice to her. ( Especially people she's fond of )

Her favorite pass time is shopping. She doesn't buy things every time, but leisurely going about a market or boutique and gazing at products — imagining herself in pretty clothes she never has the time or appropriate setting to dress down in — is such a de-stressor for her.

⇻ Olivier

Has a bad sweet tooth. He's always been fond of sweets, but smoking has made his cravings worse. That said, he spends a good quarter of his money on straight junk food.

He's gotten hit on by a guy at least once or thrice in his life ( not counting Roland ) and if it was more socially accepted he'd be getting checked out by as many men as women.

He wears reading glasses and likes to read a lot in his free time. His favorite genre is mystery.

⇻ Roland

Gives the best massages!! I mean look at him!! You cannot tell me he wouldn't be able to rub the stress outta my shoulders.

He has freckles!! They're really light in color and are only visible when it gets hot, he's flustered, or something else along those lines causes his face to flare up.

Kids absolutely adore him!! He'd be the type to let a kid hang onto his bicep or something and swing them around to get them giggling. He'd absolutely spoil them rotten too, especially his own!

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