#n0tamused.drabble

[n0tamused]

can you write tighnari x reader whos really into marine biology but also has a tendency to ramble (also has adhd) so they ramble about marine animals to him? especially predators like sharks or coral reefs or predatory fish? idk if i explained that well but i hope i did! thank u!

A/n: I hope I did the reader and Tighnari justice in this one, and I hope what the reader said about the marine life makes sense 👀 Here's a quick drabble for you, I loved working on this one

Genre: drabble fluff, no warnings

Character: Tighnari x gn reader

“-and sharks have very sensitive styles of living and need that big space to live comfortably. That's why you never see them in aquariums or any enclosed space, they are very hard to maintain and there is a huge probability they may end up suffering and dying.. But the lack of these animals in captivity makes everyone believe that they are even more disastrous and blood-thirsty when they are not” Your sigh of both disappointment and displeasure makes the long tar ear twitch on top of Tighanri's head as he listens to you ramble. He has long since finished the task of watering the window sill plants he kept, having put them all back into their respective places, and now he has found himself leaning back against his work-desk, facing you.

The corners of his lips pull up in a warm smile, giving you silent encouragement when your tired eyes met his, and they brightened whenever yours did. As a fellow someone who specialized in one branch of wildlife and nature, he understood the sentimental side of that knowledge. You two would often babble on and on about your respective research and work zones, listening to one another and offering what feedback you could a lot of the times, but sometimes - all one of you needed was someone willing to listen. And Tighnari was the person always willing to lend you his ear.

“Such misunderstandings are not uncommon among the citizens. One misconception may lead to a plethora of misinformation down the road, no matter how someone may want to correct it. But one thing does stand - it's that sharks can be quite scary..well, they are the predators of the ocean, and being fearful of them is natural. It is very easy for a common person to not handle an encounter with one correctly” Tighnari spoke after he saw you struggle for words, scratching your head as many more rants and info-dumps circled your mind. You can feel his presence draw near and his hand wrap around yours. His fingers easily slide into slots between yours, his warm skin and brush of nails bringing a sense of ease and comfort.

“I know.. It is all to be expected, and I cant blame the people for it. But they are such interesting creatures- all of the ocean system actually. It's all so closely tied, from the reefs supplying the environment, to the krill and to the top predators of all the oceans. I mean come on… haha. It's like a big.. complex piece of art” you both exchange an entertained, tender laugh, as you brought your other hand to mingle with him, now fully facing him. You knew he was willing to listen to you through the entire night if it meant you would be at ease in the morning to come. He was willing to sacrifice his own rest if it meant you two would glean more information from the other's work life, interests and hobbies. Tighnari did not mind, but you had to admit it had become too late from the time you began your talk about sea-shells and fish.

“Heh- it is. And the way you speak about it gives it an even magical touch. Which is a bit rare in the research field where everyone is so… tight to the facts” Tighnari softly praised, and although he was that type to stick to facts and the hard truth - even he got tired of the lack of sensitivity most of these researchers and scientists had. You were a wonderful exception, and he made sure to praise you throughout interactions with other people do. Fine art must be complimented, and just like you can't stop praising this work of art of the ocean, Tighnari can't stop spouting sweet words about you.

“Ah.. you're just saying that to shut me up faster, aren't you?” you chuckle at him, and his ears and tail stiffen, his eyes widening slightly, but he quickly catches wind of your teasing and lowers his guard, responding with a smug “Oh, yes. You just talk too much, and I just loathe to listen to some salty fish with big eyes'". He feigns a grunt when you smack his arm playfully, but he can't help but to laugh.

“You got stuck on that conversation about that coral reef near Port Ormos. Are there any new research missions being carried out?” he softly asked after he had closed in to kiss you on the forehead, leading you to the bed by your hands.

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can I request a lil drabble for levi having a crush?

A/N: yes bb you can, here you go some Levi for your day <3 Hope you enjoy! Any feedback is welcome.

Warning: none, some fluff and stubborn Levi

And as he sits there he loses count of how many times he caught himself carding his fingers through his hair, smoothing the hairs back over and over again. In this shadow of war where peace could be play-pretend for at least this hour, his attention didn’t lay on the food being brought in nor his fellow comrades sitting around him and spitting jokes. No, his eyes were always drawn to your table. Your dirty field uniform was replaced by a clean garb, your hair brushed through and your skin finally free from dust and specs of blood. And for all he’s known, he has never been this attentive to anyone else. Never noticed this minute of details on them unless it was on an enemy that he planned to exploit. 

Good grief..

Has it always been this way with you? Have his thoughts always been plagued with your safety, health, looks, mood? - And when his heavy gaze had gotten noticeable he drowned in his cup to avoid answering anyone’s questions, diverting their attention elsewhere before they picked up on it. “I’m going on a walk”, it was all he could say as the lump in his throat threatened to suffocate him, leaving the table in longer strides. Under the veil of his cold facade he felt his warm blood flowing faster, his heart pacing at a speed he didn’t expect at such a merry occasion. And when the cold wind caressed his exposed skin he placed a calloused hand over his heart, feeling the thump under his hand. The air felt freezing in comparison to his skin. His cheeks are heavy with the need to.. smile?  God knows he will never admit it with that stubborn mule head of his that could rival Erwin’s own hard-headedness. Yet he could not deny it, not even for a moment. Levi could swear high and love and pretend he feels nothing but bloodlust but his own body would betray him every time.

So just for a moment of hope, of respite and loneliness under the moon’s gentle glow, in this gentle night breeze- he allows himself to feel. To experience this feeling of fondness he shares for you.  

“Love..” he thinks, the thought bittersweet on his tongue.

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Hello, I have a request for Kazuha, idk if you write for him or not so if you don’t then feel free to ignore this, it can be a drabble or headcanons. Ok so you know how Kazuha had bandages on his hands? Do you think he’d let his S/O draw on them? Because I really want to draw dinosaurs on them. And if he did let you draw on his bandages, how would that interaction go? Basically just headcanons or a drabble where the reader asks Kazuha to draw on his bandaids and draws little dinosaurs if he lets them. That’s all, thank you for your time.

A/n: Hello! Thank you for your request. I did this one really quickly, it's such a sweet idea. This is my first time writing for Kazuha, however, so I do hope it turned out well enough <3 Enjoy. (Also, quick question, but if I opened up writing commissions, would anyone be interested?)

Genre: fluff, drabble

Word count: 462

Pairings: Kazuha x GN Reader,can be read as platonic too

“Please, hold still…” your voice calls out with a huff from your nose which is met with an amused chuckle. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to move so abruptly.. I hope I didn’t ruin your lines?” - Kazuha asked with care, tender tones of his smooth voice flowing in the breeze and quenching the small flick of irritation caught on from the stubborn bandages bleeding ink all over. Kazuha held a thin end of the bandage to tighten your canvas, aiding you in your persistent wish, all while he leaned back against the wooden wall of the sleeping ship. The salt air of Inazuma was peculiar, and familiar to you both - with a small swoosh of chattering treetops from the far shore, and the licking of languid waves at the hull of the Crux. 

“It’s alright- I can still save this one. Just  extend your hand over here so I can see it a bit better. Thank you-” you continuously mumbled, still thinking about the first lines of a dinosaur that turned out too oval when the ink bled out, it looked like a balloon, and the next one looked less of a dinosaur and more of a horse - but this one, yes, this one was the one.. You could see it under the combined light of the golden lamp and the silver rays of the moon above. Kazuha could only smile and chuckle, making a great effort to stay as still as a rock. The gentle smile was full of affection as he watched you, paying you much more attention than the little doodles you were leaving across his arms. He knew of their value, and how much he would cherish them until the ink was washed away with time, but right now, you were the most important thing of all.

“If you need some of my advice, I think this one could use a longer tail?” He suggested softly, carefully lifting his other arm that was still devoid of your little talent, and pointed at the dinosaur you were occupied at the moment with. ”And, perhaps, instead of drawing detailed eyes, just draw them closed? That way, if it ends up bleeding out, it won’t fuse with the rest of the body?”

You nod, without giving further response and do as he suggested, smiling when the tip paid of a million, and Kazuha’s own smile could only spread further across his cheeks until his eyes crinkled with mirth.  With the hand he pointed with, he brushed hairs from your eyes that went astray, pinning them behind your ear with a hum.

There were several hours of night ahead, but he knew he would wish there were a couple of more, just so he could have his peace with you like this.

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Could I request a lil’ blurb of reader finding Hange passed out on their desk and convincing them to come have some cuddles and sleep in their actual bed pretty please?

A/N: you got it anon, hope you like this :)

“Oh, dear Hange.. hey..”

You nudge their shoulder gently, earning a gruff sound that only meant they were still dreaming. With a sigh you move closer to their side and lift off the coat they draped over their frame, taking them by the shoulders to gently stir them from their sleep so they were at least conscious.  “Hange.. come on.. let’s get you to bed. You’re going to complain about your neck and your back in the morning if you stay here”  you spoke to them, a little louder than your previous whispering.

Hange mumbled something - papers, research, some lab - their eyes still closed and their glasses crookedly sitting on the bridge of their nose, but at least they sat up, giving you a chance to loop one of their hands around your shoulders to hoist them up. That seemed to pull them back to reality some more, long lashes fluttering to open the heavy eyelids that only wanted to remain shut till sun itself penetrated them. A few papers rustled and slipped past their fingertips as they rose to their feet.

“Hm..? I fell asleep on the desk again..?”  they muttered, their hand gripping your opposite shoulder as they straightened, taking their entire weight off of you but Hange would be lying if they said they didn’t like this dotting attention, a smile faintly seen on their pale lips. And as you led them down the dark hall and into the room, they made no further comments or protests, only collapsing onto the mattress and making a content sound when they dragged you into their embrace like a teddy bear.  You could only huff a chuckle, wrapping your arms around them, and just to ease them into sleep once more you ran your fingers through their long hair, making sure to pull off their glasses so they didn’t break. 

“There.. much better, right..?”   “Uhh-uh….”   

Smiling you couldn’t resist the temptation to leave a few kisses over their face, before settling down and dozing off to sleep, and what a sweet dream it was with your lover arm in arm, roosting on the bed like two lovebirds.

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arranged marriage fics w ayato got me in a chokehold.. theyre initially a bit cold to each other but something happens and they slowly warm up… and i extra love when the wife is a clever, snarky woman too do ya mind writing this one

• Rocky beginnings

A/n: Hey anon, I can definitely do that :) Arranged marriage is one of my favorite tropes too, I will have to admit. On another note, this would be my first time writing Ayato on here, so I so hope it's satisfactory and not too out of character. Enjoy!

Content: drabble, a little bit of suggestive words, still SFW, f/reader.

Words: 1.098

What once was a bitter seed of their marriage blossomed into a sweet tree bearing fruit of honey and sugar. Ayato was a stranger to the sensation, never expecting himself to warm up to his wife, as adverse as that was.

However queer this was, he could not help but gravitate towards it, not refusing it. Little by little, he grew fond of this new entity in his home. It's a miracle such a fragile seed survived all their harshness. His wife would seldom spend quality time with him, and when she did it was to appease the public or the family. It was all out of obligation, Ayato knew. He always felt a specific kind of disappointment, seeing how his marriage was compared to the one of his late parents. How sad too. He always wanted a marriage like theirs, yet the future didn't look any better.

The start of their relationship was clear. Something so rocky cannot be forgotten, it can only be overshadowed by these newer experiences. When did their marriage start to take turns for the better; when did they start sleeping in the same room; when did they start being with each other for other reasons than obligation? Neither of them could pinpoint the exact moment or time.

And now when she smiles at him through closed eyes and the cup pressed to her lip, he knew some droll thought had shone its light to her mind. “What is it?” he questioned immediately, turning to face her with his hand placing his own cup down.

“You'd like to see me in a silk kimono” - she drawled, eyes narrowed and reminiscent of that of a kitsune roaming the wilderness around the Estate. For a moment he thought he was too harsh to say which clothing would suit her for the occasion. The answer wasn't something he really expected, and it did not sate his curiosity in the slightest. But instead of calling her out, being straight forward like anyone else, he grabs hold of his love by the arm gingerly, drawing her attention away from her drink and to his face.

“I would love to see you in such silk garments..” - he leans into her ear, one hand cupped so no one else around could hear, even if they were alone. “.. so I could tear it off you” - he finished, his azure eyes watching her own as the realization of his words sunk in. A light of something mischievous and undefined glimmered behind her irises and when their gazes met again, he knew his little jest barely did anything to place him in a higher position. Oh, how he was not used to this shift in control. She wasn't one of his retainers, he will have to be reminded again and again.

“Should you tear my silk kimono..” she started, eyes sharp and fixed on him, her hand that discarded her cup on the table sliding up his side despite the danger of Ayato's retainers walking in and witnessing this rather inappropriate exchange.

“..I will blacken your eye..” she finished with a curl of her lips, smirking at her love who felt just as mischievous, but at a loss for proper words to bite back. Her hand suddenly disappeared, and he found himself missing the touch, as foreign as it still was. Her body stepped away, looking over the rest of the foods they came to try, to pick the most appropriate ones for the upcoming anniversary, one of their own wedding.

“We have enough time to see who will last longer. But I warn you, you will find no easy game with me” - Ayato cautioned as he clutched two pairs of hashi, handing one to her once they sat down.

“Good. I loathe a dull challenge - if you can even call it that when it comes to you. But I should remind you, my father will not like it if he finds me bored in this place. You ought to be at your best behavior once he arrives” - (Y/n) told Ayato, placing one hand to her chin in thought of which dish to sample first. She had to make sure to avoid any dishes that may cause harm, or to which some of their known guests may be allergic to, their taste came first to her own. Thoma was kind enough to make a vast assortment of all kinds of dishes - sweet and savory and everything in between.

Ayato scoffs, placing a clean cloth across his lap and giving her a nearly scornful look, only the ghost smirk on his lips betrays each intention of that edged look. “As if I treat you with anything less of respect, '' he pointed out.

His eyes widened in the slightest as she picked a mini onigiri and offered it to him. When he goes to bite it, the treat is moved out of his reach and directly into her mouth. She chomps thoughtfully, holding eye contact with her husband whose mouth hangs agape like a fish plucked from water.

“Close your mouth, it's not appropriate to gawk at someone like that” Her finger pushes his jaw shut, the motion in its nature is gentle, but it mocks him and teases him. Once more, Ayato is at a loss, for both words and rational thought. "Oh- Don't make that face. Here, it's no joke this time” And as she promises, she feeds him one of the delicious Onigiri, not surprising considering who the chef was.

“Mm..It will be difficult to decide which dishes to pick, hm? All of these are packed with enough flavor and are in no way too heavy on the gut” - Ayato commented once he swallowed, taking a look at the other dishes, recognizing all of them from times before, only few were unfamiliar, and he was sure those were safe to consume. Thoma wasn't the one to spice food too much. “You can feel free to disregard me from making a choice here, as I will fare well with all of these. I'm not picky. Thoma made these according to our tastes, whether he wants to admit it or not”

“A difficult task. But I will not allow you to slip away so easily. You will stay here, with me” - His wife's voice stopped him before he could even place his hashi down, earning a curious look from those tender, ocean eyes.

Ayato looks at her, trying to gauge out any signs that she was jesting once more, but after he finds none, he simply sighs and nods. “As my lady wishes” Ayato smiles, picking his chopsticks up and grabbing another piece of a savory dish, offering it to her.

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• Under The Glaze Lilly's Glow

- A request for @c-a-v-e-town !

A/n: But, no- I feel the same. Zhongli is a big comfort to me and admittedly, he made some rough times easier, so you know I had to do this one first. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, and thank you for the birthday wishes!. I do hope you enjoy this! :)

Content: fluff, drabble, F/Reader, use of (Y/n), soft Zhongli, established relationship, a little bit suggestive at the end but no NSFW in this one. Zhongli has arms like in his Archon days, not heavily proof read.

Words: 1,260

“Are you most certain you must leave us all so soon?” Iron Tongue Tian asked as the gentleman in the first table at his right rose from his seat. 

“Past certain, my friend” - Zhonglis' polite, yet tempered tone replied as he gathered what few possessions he brought, that being a sweetly tied up box that fit into his palm.  “I have an important person I must meet, and if I am any more late I'm afraid she will worry herself ill” - he excused himself, bidding farewell to the storyteller and any familiar faces that tuned in to listen to the tonight's tale of the mighty Rex Lapis, oblivious to the fact they were in the company of the same. He heard the others bid their goodbyes to him, and he responded to them accordingly before his body was swallowed by the distance and the crowd of the evening markets. 

Having wandered these streets for a millenia too long, watching them be built, he was able to walk with his eyes closed without a worry he would slip or bump into anything. Zhongli walked under the towering iron-and-stone gate, taking note of the glaze lilies at the sides of the public gardens. Their gentle smell was ever present, and unmistakable, carrying the weight of many memories, old and fresh. In the past, he would have seen the horrible views of the Archon War, his mind plagued with grotesque images but now, all he sees is her. 

One of the blue stems found its way between his gloved fingers, firm and bigger than other blooms, still waiting for night to fall to reveal its true beauty, yet none of it could be compared to the one's beloved. Zhongli arrived moments before she did, stripping off his long coat and heavy layers until was left in the simple plain shirt and pants he wore only around the house, relieving himself of modesty that covered his coal colored arms and the golden marks that spanned like veins.

Sooner rather than later, the house came alive once more as the long haired man waltzes about, putting the kettle onto the stove along with another pan for dinner he was planning to prepare. The wafting smell is what greets his beloved when she walks in, a mix between mildly sweet herbs and salt water that was boiling, the meat already half way done.

“Zhongli, I'm home!” - she called out, despite hearing his light footsteps nearing her position in the short hall; already having heard her entrance. 

“Oh, my love-” - Zhongli greeted, taking hold of a grocery bag tucked beneath her arm and helping her up once she removed her shoes so he could gaze upon her face, tucking away the stray hairs the wind had swept from her hairstyle. To say he missed her was a big understatement, and no words he ever has known or possessed in his vocabulary is sufficient enough to say so. His lips greet hers in a fleeting kiss with a promise of more laced into it.  “How was your day? I've already prepared us some tea and a quick meal to lighten our spirits, should you be tired out”

The conversation is swiftly lost amidst the exhaustion and the smells and his warm touches and words. It flew by too swiftly, like a mountain spring until it reached flat ground where it slowed its course. That being the moment when all tea cups have been emptied, the food eaten and her finding her place in his arms on their shared bed. Finding themselves covered by the thick veil of night, the two lovers intertwined, becoming a big mass of shadows while there was no light source in the room, only one, coming from the outside.

Little to no words are exchanged between them, her hands caressing his back while his rubbed soothing circles into her naked hips. “I've missed you..” - she breathed, meanwhile his lips found her hairline and pressed against it. The golden lined comb he had gifted her tonight lay on the nightstand.

“Not as much as I missed you '' - he responded gently, a tone carrying warmth only reserved for her and her alone. The glaze lilly he had placed in a little vase of water had spread its petals wide, bathing them in the silver waterfall cascading from the window.   “You have too much effect on me, I should be ashamed to have fallen so hard. But I am not, and I never will be.." Zhongli added with a curl of his lips, pulling back to find her eyes in the dimmed setting. The color he remembers she possesses is drowned out, but her beauty prevails  nonetheless. With the silver outline of her cheek, hairs and nose as her back was turned to the window, he couldn't help but go speechless.

His love playfully scoffs, rolling onto her back with one arm remaining around his shoulder. “All you do is flatter me, day in and day out.. You have no end.. Why do you never let me show you my affections too?” - (Y/n) teased softly, in no way offended with his non stop praise that effortlessly flew past his lips. 

“Flattery? My words are no mere flattery, they are the truth I hold within my heart, and I intend to keep proving it to you until the time itself comes to an end” Zhongli promised with an airy, quiet laugh, dragging himself up to his elbow to hover above her. The long strands of his freely flowing hair  cascade over his shoulders and tickle her exposed skin that gathered a pearly glow. Her heart has accepted him as he is, in his entirety and he can never repay that kindness enough, no matter how many times she told him there was no need, as this was no favor - this was love. Love they both mutually felt for each other.

“You, my dearest, have become my everything. I love you.. with my body and soul” - his face came near, stealing the air from her lungs with his lips brushing against her own as well as the tips of their noses. A cord is struck, or maybe it has been struck since the moment she stepped into the house, but its effects are showing now. A deep rooted feeling, walking the thin line between overwhelming love and a form of sadness deranged from the same happiness brought by this tenderness.

“I love you” - She whispered, so quietly he almost missed it. Her hand found his face and rested atop of it, thumbing at his soft cheek. That's when he finally gave in to the feeling of yearning, tilting his chin up and meeting her lips into a gentle kiss. The soft plush of her pressed against him is what will be the end of him, and he doesn't regret it, nor stop it. He accepts it with open arms and allows her to deepen the kiss as she pleases, following her pace as she sets it. 

“I know- and I love you even more” - Zhongli told her between the dance of the kiss, their air supplies dwindling significantly, but neither pull away. (Y/n) chuckles lightly at his claim, cradling his face with both hands and pulling him on top of her,  feeling how his warmth radiated off of him in tidal, gentle waves that caress the shore that was her. He was her love, her life, her support, and she would do anything to see him smile every day too - just like he would do everything for her to remain happy, and at his side.

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What about cuddly kakashi? He gets home and first thing he does after a shower is trap you under his body on the couch/bed and cuddle his face into your tits chest

A/n: you read my mind anon~

Genre: drabble, just pure fluff, comfort

Words: 825

' Home '

Crickets were singing and the moon was high above the village by the time the door opened. Creaking quietly as the silver head rested half his weight on the door knob. He walked inside languidly, one foot in front of the other with the heaviness of the world tied around his ankles. His whole body was sore, every muscle aching and begging for relief. The air was swirling with the scent of soft flower petals, the autumn grass and the night's minty chill, but your light scent would never go amiss by his nose. In the moment Kakashi recognized your scent he heard the soft thumps of your foot falls approaching him in the hall, before he even saw you his lungs gave out a sigh in pure relief. For the time the mission lasted he longed to be back with you, home. It was still weird to think about, but he believed this home would last - he knew it, Kakashi felt it in his very bones. Your eyes shined at the sight of him, such a pure reaction it made his heart soar and swell in his chest. Kakashi met you halfway in the hall, bringing his arms around you as you brought yours around him.

It was too late for you to be awake, yet here you were, waiting for him. You sweetly greeted him in a gentle tone; it was too late and he was too tired for any louder volumes. Yet it all made for intimacy to blossom with those hushed exchanges of questions and happy welcomes. Two of his fingers dipped and pulled down his mask in order to leave a chaste kiss on your lips before you two pulled apart. It was a soft and gentle, it made his heart flutter as if it was his first. You did him the kindness of helping him with his Flak jacket, shoes and getting him some warm food. The kitchen was swirling with wisps of smoke when he returned from the bathroom. Pot that boiled over the stove smelled so lovely, salty with a pinch of something he couldn't identify through his hazy mind. The new clothes now felt like a blessing, he felt so much lighter and cleaner. Your very presence alone was enough to bring Kakashi back to earth; he could only watch you as you moved about, silent as a cat on your skilled feet.

The dining room was dimly lit by a lamp on the counter, its golden hue illuminating the side of his face so softly. Gold touch to his features, shimmering. But he was so tired. The dark bags under his eyes were further proof of it, he barely got proper rest and the mission's physical work took its toll on him, this time greatly. Soft sounds of porcelain clinking was a silent rhythm in the room, comforting in a way. As soon as he was finished with the food he was grabbing your wrist with care, and pushing his face into the crook of your neck. With little words and hums and sounds of soothing you embraced him, staying like that for a long moment before slowly guiding him to the bed you shared. Kakashi's body dipped the second his knee hit the edge of the bed and you both fell onto the plush mattress and pillows.

"I missed you.." he hushed so quietly you almost missed it with the rustling of sheets and the fluttering of wind through the open window. The stars had already made their appearance, twinkling through the window and bringing some light to the room. However the moon outshone them all.

You responded by running your fingers through the back of his hair, humming. "I missed you too..so much" Glancing down at him, the golden lamp hue was replaced by a gentle silver one. It matched his hair and added a certain shimmer to his eyes when he looked up at you.

You felt him smile as shifted again, trying to hide his face in your neck again. But with a little nudge he brought his face to lay on your chest, his arms seizing you round your waist. His exhale of pure exhaustion made the sides of your mouth twitch downwards for a moment, your fingers still combing through his hair. You couldn't take away the stress and exhaustion from his mission, but you were more than rejoiced and relieved to have him back. Perhaps one day, you would stay like this forever, trapped in the moment of pure comfort.

The soft thumps of your heart echoed in Kakashi's ears, a sure reminder you were still here, safe, with him and alive. It was a silent lullaby that quickly coerced him to surrender himself to sleep. An utter bliss he felt as he slowly drifted away was indescribable. With the love of his life in his arms, and their hand in his hair.

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'Home' on Ao3

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'Please Wait For Me A Little Longer'

>Warnings: death, blood, description of wounds, character death(reader dies), angst, not really proof read, written before I even played the game so it may be a bit ooc

Characters: Zhongli/Morax x f/Reader

Words: 1,414

The field was littered with bodies and discarded weapons; the stench of blood billowed and blew all around through the blades of grass that swayed in the gusts of wind. It was disgusting, grotesque as the new colors of the once green and colorful field became steel and crimson. Trees laid broken in half from the massive strength of the stampede of the armies that galloped the whole place to the ground. Alas, over the centuries of life, Zhongli did not find that disturbing anymore, but in any other circumstances he wouldn't be as panicked as he was now. One person was missing, and he couldn't find her among the living. He wanted to scream his head off with your name on his lips but his throat closed tight and he hardly breathed as he ran through the field, looking over the many faces of the dead, twisted and gray. He ran like never before, his mind running ahead of his movements as he tried remembering if he ever even saw you after the battle began, he wished this was some cruel joke and that you were in the medical wing- a hand suddenly sprouted from the ground and grabbed him by the ankle.

Zhongli stumbles but catches himself, and before even he knows it, his spear digs itself into the head of the person; crunch of bones and squish of the man's insides go flying by Zhongli's ears as his eyes stare widely at the corpse. For a moment your face flashes before his eyes, thinking he had accidentally struck you, but he breathes a silent sigh of relief before another sound reaches his ears. This time he's frozen. Like a battle horn that had sung the death song today, your silent, pain filled moan of his name howls into his eardrum as if you were screaming. He has no time to even pull his spear away before he's spinning to the direction the sound came from- and there he sees you. Your limp body laying among the dead, barely moving, your back turned to him but you knew- you knew the feel of his presence, the smell he carried with him, you knew him.

His weight dropped beside you, and it was like he suddenly turned limp himself, as his eyes glued themselves on the awfully large gash below your ribs, metal shards and a blade sticking from it. Your hands were clutching on it previously, as evident by the cuts on your fingers. Zhongli's breath hitched, but his mind seemed to clear suddenly, an awful and scary realization dawned on him. The calm he found himself in was terrifying. His arms folded underneath you, and as if you were made of the most fragile glass, he brought you into his lap.

"Y/n.. darling.." he called softly, seeing how your lashes barely fluttered, how your eyes stared aimlessly, your pupils blown and tired.

"Zh... Zhongli.." it was death's whisper on your lips, words you managed to get out with the little breath you had in your damaged lungs. The taste of copper and iron stung your tongue and swallowing made it further worse, the sting in your body made it hard to do even the simplest thing as breathing; it was then when you realized your legs had gone completely numb. You could feel nothing but the biting cold.

"What happened to you my dear..? Hey... speak to.. me" he spoke, yet his voice seemed to stammer with the tightness of his throat, almost broken with sadness he felt take hold of his heart. His hand cupped beneath your cheek and his thumb tried to wipe away all the blood that bubbled and poured out of your mouth.

"I don't-.. i don... want to die.." you croaked out suddenly, voice breaking like his heart as you found strength to take hold of his hand. "Please..."

He held you closer, sharing all the warmth he could offer, arm wrapping around you and bringing you further into him. As your figure shivered he tucked your head beneath the crevice of his shoulder and neck. Your pleas echoed in his head, bringing tightness to his chest.

"Hush now... It will be alright. Just stay calm, the healers are already on their way.." he hushed softly to you as his tears threatened to spill with the lie he told. He knew no healers was close by, and he knew even if they were close that no one would be able to save you, not even a god would be... his heart was shattering at your sad flicker of a smile.

"I'll stay here with you, just relax...don't strain yourself" he said as he caressed your cheek. The hairs at the back of his neck rose at their ends at the way you stared through him, even if your eyes searched for him they didn't seem to find him. More rivulets of blood poured down your chin.

"Please... don't let.." he nodded swiftly, holding your head close to his chest as he knew you liked. Remembering all the time you had placed your head over his heart to listen to the steady rhythm he never seemed to lose. Only difference was that you carried your own steady rhythm back then, your own warmth and happiness and hope.

Celestia, he wanted to weep with you. But he didn't dare make your last moments more sorrowful than they already were.

"I will not. I'm staying right here.. How about I tell you a story while we wait..hm?" he felt you weakly nod, eagerly so, and he tried to get his throat to let him breathe, his adam's apple bobbing with anxiety he attempted to refuse to feel.

"I never told you about this story.. It is about a man; who was quite different from the standards his residency had written out. He didn't like change much and did everything to keep things running smoothly, his heart laid where his business and career were, duty and work were his girl and wife. He became rejected from the others due to this, as he grew quite detached.. yet there was reasoning to all his hard work, my dear. All the time he spent building his work, all the countless hours he had spent working were so his beloved could be happy.. a girl he had met not too long ago- you hear?- he.. he fell for her. Like a meteor from the sky.. He loved her so much. He loved her like the oceans loved the moon, and the way flowers loved the sun. And he would have done everything to see her smile and laugh, to see her safe and looked after-"

Your skin felt cold beneath his fingertips, and your eyes were fixated on his face suddenly. His thumb continued to caress your cheek, the softest of smiles stretched on his face. No.

No-

"-and he had her for a while. Those times were the happiest moments the man had ever lived through. He never wanted to leave them. He never did. The woman was so kind to him, so sweet and gentle and she knew all his weakest and softest spots, and she was the person he could rely on with even his darkest secrets he had kept buried for years long. He loved her, my dear, do you hear me..?"

No...

Your breathing had stopped with a shudder, your body becoming even heavier in his arms.

"He did everything for her, everything to see her smile- Oh, how he loved her smile..... Before that, before he met her, no one loved him. But with her, he knew- he was loved, she loved him like he loved her and more...Yet.. soon came fate, knocking on the door of their happy lives, and it took her away. The woman he loved so much so, even more than his duty and work. Fate took her away.... it took her away.. you hear..? they...took you away, my darling-" his tears finally spilled from his eyes, and he doubled over your body that had gone cold minutes ago.

Zhongli would have done anything to turn back time, and be with you again. To feel your warmth, see your smile, hear your laugh and to feel your lips on his. But like the ocean can't have the moon, he couldn't reach you anymore - no matter how much he wanted to.

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What about Tobirama messing up with his s/o and refusing to admit he was wrong and thinking that she's being dramatic, until the evening he comes back home and she's not there? 👀

A/n: oo- 👀👀 now listen- This is Tobirama we are talking about this ain't gonna be that short of a fic as I intended for these to be.

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, not proof read

' Too Late '

They both stood facing each other, breathing heavily as the cold downpour soaked them both to the very bone. Both of them red in the face from the cold and the anger. The white haired man was the one with the last words, having cut his beloved off with words that had cut her deeper than any blade ever could. She now stared at him in utter disbelief; it made her wonder if this was her husband speaking at all. Her own anger boiled inside her and ran thick in her veins so much that it blinded her. The cold rain was no match for it, she didn't feel it, she felt nothing at all in truth now. As her expression fell, so did Tobirama's angry look, confusion and shock sparkled in his scarlet eyes for a moment, something she would have missed if she blinked. But her eyes were stuck on him, her jaw clenching as she debated what to do. She turned on her heel slowly before padding away in long strides through the mud and the wet shrubs, leaving the Senju to stand alone in the storm. The thought of him suddenly felt like a bed of nettles and weeds, it made her gut churn and her wound burn, and her walking soon turned into running.

As minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days, and the mission dragged on to the end, Tobirama had almost fully rid himself the memories of your arguments. He looked forward to returning to the village and your shared home, although he knew the reunion would be sour; you were overreacting, you were being stubborn- he told himself. But it all made him worry, every step he took to the house made all concern suddenly blossom strong, thorny stems hugging his heart tight. Just as he placed his hand on the door handle to open it, he realized that it wasn't locked, it was cracked open for anyone. The storm from days prior was followed by freezing weather and the hall was still wet at the entrance. Cold air hung humid and old inside. The steps Tobirama took grew slower and slower as realization was even slower to hit. His mind could barely process this.

The painting of the two of you was on the floor, faced down, some glass was spread in the kitchen, the bedroom closet was a mess, left in a rush, your things were missing, mainly your clothes and basic necessities. Droplets of blood were splattered everywhere, matte and old. Were you attacked in your own home, he suddenly wondered. No. You were wounded, he remembered.. The smell that wafted was nothing but akin to the wet leaves that were slowly rotting away. There was no letter, no last words, nothing. Now there was only your slowly fading presence left, what used to be of it, still lingering on the walls and dark corners of the rooms as Tobirama dropped to his knees before the painting.

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Hi! I’m new to the fandom and there nearly isn’t enough Brienne of Tarth x reader. Could I request a Drabble of Briennes late night thoughts about femreader. Please and thank you if you can. 💛

A/N: Hello anon. Apologies for taking so long with your request, life has been quite hectic lately. But anyway- I do hope you enjoy this :)

Warnings: none

Genre: some fluff

Brienne x Fem!Reader

Brienne paced around the campfire before coming to sit down onto a log. Podrick hurried to her to untie the laces that held her armor tight, as well as to help her take it off; by now she was used to this. The wilderness around them, the slowly fading light of their fire as the wood was reduced to cinders and she was used to Podrick's assistance even if she didn't need it. Brienne wasn't so known for thinking on sentimental things for too long, or about people who had no business in her lines of work. So it was forever confusing to Brienne as she found herself thinking about Y/n, with no signs of stopping no less. Y/n was mesmerizing to Brienne, such a beautiful creature. She caught Brienne's eyes the first time they met, years ago. She shone like a star in the crowd. She was like no other girl or woman Brienne met before.

The way her hair fell on her shoulders, the way she walked and held her head, the way she interacted with others, the way her skirts and cape swirled behind her- oh she was so... There were no words to describe her. Brienne felt her cheeks warm up at each thought her mind conjured, more and more memories becoming alive each time she closed her eyes. Even as she lied down to take some rest, she couldn't ignore the voices in her head, the images of her. The way she smiled when Brienne brought her handpicked roses that ran a deep red like her love for Y/N, which she was realizing only now. How Y/n touched her hand, expressing her gratitude. The places she touched now burned warm under Brienne's clothes and the fur blanket. When she looked up at the open starry sky, she could only sigh, a pure warm feeling coursing through her body as she let herself relish in the memories and feelings. And when a stray star fell from the beautiful sky, she made a wish - to see Y/N again.