CALM AFTER THE STORM

ᥫ᭡。 with a smile.

⟢ pairing: sylus x reader

⟢ synopsis: as devastation rains down on your world, you find sanctuary in the one who loves you most. be it the first time or the last, you will remain at his side for as long as you are able.

⟢ cw: angsty angst, character death, canon universe but not really? blood, injury descriptions, apocalyptic vibes, this is sad

⟢ wc: 1.3k

⟢ a/n: not quite as long as I’d like it to be but I saw one (1) of sylus and mc to die with a smile and I just had to do this :cc

Everything burns. 

The trees. Grass. Buildings. Even the heavens are alight with flame and smoke. 

Your eyes. Your shoulder. Your throat. Your shoulder. Your lungs. Your shoulder.

There’s something protruding from it, through a clean puncture, a pointed limb belonging to a monstrous Wanderer, left behind after it was severed and the creature was slain by your own hand, the sword you once wielded with pride now laying uselessly on the ground. All around you, the battle rages on, screams piercing bloodied skies, the yelling from your comrades swirling into the cacophonous din that surrounds you. If hell exists, then this is what it must look like.

But none of it registers. Not the shouts of your name, or the wailing and screeching from friend and foe alike, not even the deafening gunshots or the singing of steel. All of it is nothing more than white noise in your ears, muffled as though your head is submerged under the sea. And yet, over all of that mess, the beat of your heart is clear as day, pounding disjointedly throughout your body like a drum as you stumble towards a tree that is yet to be touched by the destruction that rages on around you.

The tree is old. Tall, with a thick, strong trunk and heavy branches that are in full, blushing bloom - a cherry blossom tree. It’s a beautiful sight, the little flowers still clinging to the branches swaying with the breeze, each petal glowing as the sun climbs above the horizon, as though it emits its own unearthly light. 

Beneath that tree, nestled amongst the gnarled roots, sits the figure of a man. You drag yourself towards him, every movement you make causing excruciating pain to lance through your every limb. Your shoulder throbs and aches, rivulets of crimson sluicing down the edges of the wound and soaking your already saturated sleeve. 

Though he is only a short distance away, the trek feels as though it takes an eternity to reach him. Slowly, through your blurring vision, you can begin to make out his sleek, silvery hair, his usually pristine suit ruined by dirt and ash. 

And blood. 

So much blood. 

His shirt is soaked with the stuff much like yours, oozing from several gashes and stab wounds on his torso, smeared all over his pristine skin. His face is paler than usual, coated in a sheen of sweat, screwed up in pain as he uselessly presses a hand to his injuries. It’s an unusual state to see him in, for one who is usually so composed and vigilant, the sun steadily rising at your back and illuminating his weakened body. He grimaces as the warm light kisses his cheeks, turning away from it feebly. 

“Sylus!” you call out hoarsely, throat closing up with the threat of more tears. “Sylus!”

He squints as you come closer, a smile curling the corners of his full lips once your face becomes clearer. “An angel,” he murmurs. “My angel. Who ever thought someone like me could see someone so beautiful in his last moments?”

“You lied to me,” you sob brokenly, dropping to your knees once you reach his side, scrambling blindly to take his hand. It’s colder than usual.

“About?” he hums quietly.

“You told me- you told me that you couldn’t be killed! You said-”

Sylus coughs, a cross between a chuckle and a groan sputtering from his lips. “Do I look like I’ve been killed, sweetie? I’m still breathing. Still here. Can’t get rid of me that easy.”

“Then fix yourself,” you beg through your tears. “Please. Like you did the day we met, remember. Please Sylus. Fix it.”

“It’s a little late for that,” he says softly, raising his chin towards the sunrise. “Guess you were right. I really am like a vampire.”

With a petulant, frustrated cry, you reach up to your shoulder and pull at the thick limb that’s still plugging your wound. A sharp, pained noise leaves your lips as you yank it out with all your strength, the blood that spills free coloured dark and murky as you toss it aside. Sylus’ eyes blink at you blankly, only now realising that you’re badly hurt. “Sweetie-”

“Don’t. A medic can’t help me now. It was poisonous.” You shuffle closer to him, leaning back against the tree trunk, bleeding bodies pressed side by side.

“They can still try-”

“So can you.”

“Sweetie, please-”

“No.” There’s a beat of silence and he scoffs, the desperation in your tone keeping him from pushing back again. He really can’t hold his ground against you - you make him so weak. Weaker than any amount of sunlight ever could. “Not without you.”

“Such a stubborn kitten,” he mumbles, hissing slightly as he readjusts himself to take your hand in his. They’re both sticky with blood and sweat, but you hold onto each other and squeeze like you do each night before you fall asleep. “If I hadn’t been ambushed at dawn, I would’ve dragged you kicking and screaming to that tent.”

“Believe me, I know.”

More silence passes between you, comfortable and almost serene, as if the tree you take refuge under is bubbling you both in peace during these precious moments. The pain is easier to bear like this as well.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“C’mere. I wanna hold you. Just for a while.” You can’t seem to stop the tears from flowing but you nod softly at his request, helping him loop his arm loosely around your waist before gently leaning your head against his shoulder. There’s no energy left in your body to sob, so you weep silently, freely, as he turns his head to press his lips to your temple. “Don’t cry, my love,” he whispers. “Look… the sunrise is so beautiful… isn't it?”

“You hate the sun,” you mumble, blinking blearily at the sky. There’s a destructive beauty about it, the reds and oranges swirling together with plumes of grey and streaks of pink to paint a hellish picture.

“Mm… I do burn so terribly.”

“You’re the worst vampire ever,” you sniffle tiredly. There’s not an ounce of strength left in your body and judging by the way Sylus’ words are slowing and slurring, he’s losing his battle with consciousness.

“Can’t be good at… everything…” he chuckles. “Like… making you smile…”

“You do make me smile, Sy…”

“Yeah?” he wheezes. “Why’re you… crying then? Hm?”

“‘M not.” You blink away the tears, too drained to wipe them from your cheeks. “Got somethin’ in my eye.”

Sylus snorts, the puff of breath warm against your hair. “Liar.”

Seconds tick by sluggishly, feeling more like hours as the sun steadily climbs into the sky, The battle begins to dim and fade from your view, and when you let your eyes flutter shut, the world feels different. The air is cool and clean on your skin as Sylus continues to hold you, the lines of his body where it presses against yours as familiar as home. It’s like you’re laying in his huge, comfortable bed at the base, using him as a pillow whilst his slow breaths lull you to sleep. 

“Sylus?”

“Hm?”

“I’m tired…”

“I know, sweetie... So… am I…”

“Nap with me?”

“...Sure.”

Softly, he begins to hum. From some place within him, he finds the strength to make his vocal cords work enough to weave a familiar tune. It’s the one from your dreams. The one he hums to you each night before you fall asleep in his arms. A song spun from your love and his. It brings a little smile to your face.

“You’ll… be here… when I wake up…. won’t you?” you whisper. Body heavy and weak, your lips barely move, but he hears you all the same.

“... ‘Course,” he says, taking a tremulous breath. Something wet drips into your hair. “... Nowhere else…. I’d rather…. be.”

Streamer!Genshin Reacting to Character!(Y/N) Dying in Game

!Warning!: Major character deaths & angst

Characters: Diluc, Venti, Childe, & Zhongli

Diluc:

It was a race to get inside one of the bases of the Abyss Order to put a stop to whatever plans they were in the process of executing that could potentially put many lives in danger. Diluc was rather calm while playing though it would be a lie to say that it wasn’t a bit annoying that the route to the domain was timed

It was once inside the domain did things pick up fast as it seemed to be a fighting wave system which after beating the first two rooms there was a short scene where in the end Lisa and Amber stayed behind to hold off the incoming enemies so the rest of the group could go further. It seemed like forever doing some of the puzzles to unlock the doors to reach the next fight

In that fourth room after the defeat of hilichurls and abyss mages did suddenly a short cut scene appear to show the appearance of an Abyss Lector. As remembering how much he hated fighting this guy in the spiral abyss he already knew what he was in for; however that was until your character stepped forward with your weapon ready. Diluc was actually sad to have to leave you behind as he was hoping that you’d be one of the characters that went with him to the very end

“I think I’ve watched enough shows and movies to know what this could be leading up to.” He’d comment to his viewers as he finally reached the destination where the Abyss Herald was. Finishing the fight triggered another cutscene as the traveler’s sibling appeared and was making their small speech, asking if the lives of the “friends” the traveler made were worth losing

Diluc is watching with a straight face as he kinda expected this but the who was what he wasn’t sure about and truthfully the only one he’d be truly heartbroken about is your death, but they wouldn’t kill you now of all times right? Wrong; soon the cutscene finally came across where they had left you and you were leaning against the wall extremely injured with your weapon laying beside you. Diluc is frowning cuz he has to watch you die now

Listening to your final words as you spoke to no one Diluc would sulk in his chair a little. In the last moment before your eyes closed, if you mentioned something about not getting to tell his character your true feelings it is visible that Diluc looks like he wants to cry(but he doesn't). Once the screen showed the mission complete he’d grab the plush he had of your character and hold it looking at his camera. “Of all the characters I thought were going to die, I wasn’t ready for it to be (y/n).” At that point he’d probably call it a day from there but he’d still talk to his viewers as he probably would watch the tribute videos that fans had already made

Venti:

Everything was in chaos as it looked like archon war 2 was going to be taking place, but this time it was a war between the Abyss Order and the Archons. He was heading to Mondstadt to help and to check on you. Dvalin was flying around sending attacks at the abyss members. “Ah traveler there you are!” The sound of your voice as you landed before him; as weird as it was to see you in your archon robes was odd but you looked so good! After a short conversation you had gone flying off and it was time to get back to fighting

Things were looking good as it seemed like they were winning against the abyss order though it wasn’t over yet. It was until up in the air did a cutscene starting showing you and the traveler’s sibling fighting going at it. Venti is so captivated by how serious and cool you look fighting, but it all changed when the sibling landed a blow that caused you to fall from the sky ending up falling into the Whispering Woods

Venti couldn’t run fast enough to get to the woods to check up on you but when he did the first thing he saw was the sibling standing before you. He’s already sad and yelling at the sibling for hurting you though it seemed that now he was there the sibling went and disappeared revealing the real condition you were in. “No, no, no! This better not mean (y/n)’s dying.” He’d say in denial as he’s already starting to cry a little

“A-Ah Windblume h-haha… Sorry you have to see me like this.” Even in a moment like this you gave him such a cheesy grin until you seemed to grimace in pain. “Unfortunately it seems like… This is it for me. As long as the winds blow I will always be with you, so please watch over Mondstadt for me.” Your words were making Venti cry as it was like back in your story quest but only ten times worse. And to think it was already painful as it was your next words that did him in. “Maybe in another life we will find each other again and maybe then we can be together.”

Watching you start to glow until you turned into partials of light till nothing of you was left, Venti is devastated. The chat is crying with him as he’s saying how awful it was that his sibling had killed the love of his life! His viewers are going to send him fanart and fics to look at that was an alternative that you lived in the game

Childe:

It was a big fight with the confrontation of the Fatui Harbingers, facing off against one of the other stronger members that blocked the path to proceed to seeing the Tsaritsa. The boss’ first stage was fine; however during the second stage it seemed after losing a certain amount of health the damage that Childe was dealing significantly decreased.

It was when the cutscene started that Childe was already dreading the foul legacy form he’d be facing this time. You suddenly came out of nowhere and already in your foul legacy form yourself Childe is going crazy over how cool you look; he’s also swooning at the fact that you’ve come to his rescue. The fighting progressed until you landed a successful hit that weakened the other harbinger; however, at that same time the other harbinger managed to hit you with a powerful attack

Childe is screaming at the sight of your mask breaking while you fell to the ground. He’s so glad that his character is running over to check on you instead of the fight picking right up, but he’s already feeling the feels hit him hard cuz he hates seeing you hurt. Seeing you back to normal, the damage you sustained was really bad; then the worst thought came to his mind. “This-This better not be what I think it is,” he’s saying not looking away from the screen listening to you weakly talk

“Haha don’t give me that look sweetie, I couldn’t just let this be where your journey ends.” Hearing those words and the nickname you used for his character was sad. “To think we’d be able to travel together more, but hey… Promise you won’t stop fighting and could you look after my siblings for me.” Childe is literally crying now that the reality of the situation is clear. If he gets a choice of dialog to choose from he is going to pick the choice that says that he pinky promises

If your character smiled at the choice he wanted to smile but he’s also just sad, you were dying in his character's arms. If you had given a small love confession in the little bit of life that was in you, he’s going to ugly sob and once the fight was starting again he needs to pause by going into his bag

Immediately he goes getting his big plush of you and coming back to hug it and cleaning his tears with his sleeve before looking at the camera. “I wasn’t ready for this, my baby!” He was not expecting to be losing you; he figured that some characters would possibly die but you were the last character he thought would be killed off in the game. There’s Fs in the chat all around and the crying emote; it’s sad boi hours in this chili’s. He doesn't wanna do the fight but also he gotta avenge you so this last stage fight was for you. Afterwards he’s gonna go look at fanart and video edits

Zhongli:

After helping some of the other nations and their archon’s fend off the abyss order it was time he headed to Liyue to find you. Of course as usual it wasn’t going to be as easy as running around the harbor until he got word from Xiao that you were in Cuijue Slope. So he headed over to help you before anything seriously bad could happen to you

Getting to the open area there you were fighting against the sibling as you were even in your archon robes. Going in and interrupting the fight his sibling clearly looked annoyed and proceeded to try to get him to side with them which of course he didn’t. A Herald appeared to allow the sibling to get away which the fight with the Herald commenced

Just when Zhongli finished up the fight thinking he had won it strangely went to a cutscene as his character and you started to talk; however it was when the fallen Herald came out of nowhere about to attack his character but must to his surprise you shielded him not only taking the hit, but also using your elemental burst to finish off the enemy. Zhongli is frowning at how badly you were hurt as he already has a bad feeling this wasn’t going to end good; the traveler was helping you sit up after having fallen over

“I’m glad to see that you aren’t hurt my friend.” You said as you certainly have seen better days. “Sadly I believe my time has come… Do not be sad dear friend, I have lived many many years… As knowing you has been life changing. Though rocks change from erosion, know that no time will change how I felt about you.” Your words broke his heart as you had such a soft expression on your face as your body began to glow and before he knew it you turned into particles of light and disappeared. He probably wouldn’t cry at most maybe a tear but he is clearly upset about your passing in game and would take a break to talk to his viewers and maybe look at the fanart that surprisingly had been put out already

"you can smile?!"

crack, fluff, yuji & megumi <3

kento nanami x reader

Synopsis: you're a no-nonsense woman with a thick, rigid exterior... of course, until your husband shows up

to sum it up: yuji can't comprehend the shift in your aura when nanami comes around

WC: 931

Warning(s): none

"(Y/n) sensei sure is scary, huh?"

Itadori cups a hand over his mouth to whisper to Megumi, watching wearily as you stand afar with your hands on your hips and phone to your ear, surveying your surroundings coldly for the mission you have been sent to supervise with the boys.

"You think so?" Megumi asks tiredly, following Yuji's gaze.

"Duh! I mean, look at her!" the pink-haired vessel hisses. "She's always so serious."

Just then you throw a piercing glare their way over your shoulder, thoroughly irritated by Gojo's voice yapping nonsense to you over the phone as he explains that Yaga has sent another colleague en route to your location.

Yuji shivers, horrified that your glare is directed toward him and Fushiguro when in reality you are staring harshly in no particular direction. Something Gojo says on the call makes you suddenly twitch with anger, and you're barking nonsense into the speaker furiously as the strongest sorcerer chuckles in amusement on the other end before hanging up.

Megumi sweatdrops. "In her defense, anyone would react like that talking to that idiot."

"No, but she's on another level. It always feels like she's two seconds away from snapping!"

You tuck your phone into your pocket with a harsh sigh and pinched brows, making your way back over to the boys with that everpresent sternness in your mannerisms. Yuji pulls away from Megumi, straightening his hands at his sides. "Alright you two, sit tight," you speak firmly. "Another sorcerer is on their way."

"Yes ma'am!" Yuji straightens himself and solutes, Megumi rolling his eyes.

"Why do we need another sorcerer here?" the spiky haired teen asks.

"There may have been a miscalculation of the overall case's severity. They're sending someone else for backup to handle a different task in the same location while we focus on ours," you explain stiffly, tense eyes scattering over the seemingly empty high school for any further strange activity.

"Oh. Who's coming, then?"

As soon as the question leaves Itadori's mouth, you see your blonde-haired, well-dressed spouse step into view from afar. The three of you look over, finding Nanami swiftly approaching.

"Oh, hey! It's Nanami!" Yuji stretches out his arm to wave. "NANAMI! OVER HERE!"

"Stop yelling," Megumi scolds.

Kento shakes his head when he arrives, stepping close to your side. "I could already see you when I was walking over, Itadori," he says stiffly.

Itadori huffs, imagining that this mission will be twice as stressful now that the world's most formal sorcerer is accompanying you, the human embodiment of sincere grit, but when he looks back up at you, the tightness in your face has completely melted away when you look over at your husband.

The said man turns to you, hand meeting your lower back gently as he leans in to kiss your cheek softly. "Hello, sweetheart," he greets affectionately, and you... smile?? Your eyes soften and your cheeks warm, mannerisms completely shifting into those of a love-stricken schoolgirl under Nanami's gaze, making you look almost unrecognizable.

"Hi, honey," you say sweetly, the usual surliness in your intimidating tone nowhere to be found. Nanami's lips curl up slightly, a gentle smile gracing his face.

Yuji's jaw hits the floor and Megumi scrunches his nose in confusion, watching the two of you gaze at each other.

"WH-" Yuji stammers, pointing an accusing finger at you. "WHAT WAS THAT?"

You turn to look at the boy and sigh, hand connecting with your hip again as you raise a brow, normal demeanor slightly returning. "What are you talking about, Yuji?"

"Just then! You- You looked happy!" he shouts. "And you can smile?! NANAMI, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!"

"Shut up, Itadori," Megum warns again harshly, and you snort.

"Do I not look like a person who can feel joy?"

The boy's eyes dart between you, Nanami's hand still resting on your back as the two of you stare at him with blank faces, the brief intimacy of your shared moment having vanished.

Megumi butts in as Itadori's brain fries itself attempting to understand what he's looking at. "I don't think you want him to answer that question."

"I wasn't aware that you've never seen (Y/n) and I greet each other," Nanami says curtly.

"I mean- no I haven't?!" Yuji exclaims. "I knew you were married, but I just figured you two showed affection by shaking hands!"

"Don't be ridiculous. Just because we take our jobs seriously doesn't mean we're robots," Kento says, in fact, very robotically.

Yuji grips his hair in torment, his shock rendering him speechless and unsure of how to process the situation.

You roll your eyes, turning over your shoulder to walk in the direction of the school's entrance. "Come on, you two. Enough dawdling, we have work to do," you direct sternly.

Your blonde partner follows close beside you, guiding you by your waist and looking down at you to say something the boys can't hear while you walk ahead. Your shoulders jump with a soft giggle, a sound completely foreign to the first years' ears. Yuji reels.

"Hurry up, you two!" you call out, tone once again, firm.

Itadori stands still with his back slumped and his brain scrambled, staring ahead quizzically. Megumi glances at him and scoffs an amused breath, slapping his hand on his back and walking forward. "Let's go."

Itadori jerks and looks up, baffled. "Huh? Megumi, don't tell me you think this is normal!"

"It's fine, you'll get over it."

"But I can't! I feel like the world's been thrown off balance!"

"You're so dramatic."

When they break the 4th Wall…

I had so much fun while writing this! Thank you for requesting this Anonnie!!

Hope you enjoy this and that it close to what you imagined and I tried to focus a bit more on Sylus 🥺

🩷🦄

For a few months now you’re completely obsessed over a new kind of otome-game called “Love and Deepspace”. You play it every minute you can spare in your hectic days between obligations and family time.

The boys have touched your heart, and you can’t imagine a life without them anymore, especially one of them in particular. How often you wish for him to be real…

Rafayel

You start the kindled moment of one of your favorite cards with Rafayel. And as the scene progresses you reach the part where you need to draw at the prepared spot. You played this one so often, yet you do something else every time just because you enjoy this date with Rafayel so much.

This time you draw a little fish into the clam that is set on the paper lantern waiting for Rafayel saying it’s usual line.

“Every time you paint something different in there. Your creativity is really inexhaustible, Cutie.“ and he smiles at you softly through the screen.

“What?” you freeze. That’s new, he never said that before. You frown, unsure what triggered the different answer. What did you do? Confused, your finger hovers unmoving above the tablet.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Rafayel asks curiously the next moment and your heart starts racing in your chest. What’s happening here? This is not what is scripted in the card! Your hand trembles and you have a hard time breathing. This is a coincidence right?

“Is everything alright, Cutie? You look worried.” His beautiful face gets closer and Rafayel seems to stare right into your soul with his ocean eyes as he gazes directly to you through the screen. You gulp, frightened and utterly shocked about the situation. You can’t believe that he actually reacts to your behavior in front of the screen.

“Ra-Rafayel?” you stutter weakly, not trusting your sanity now.

“Yeah, Cutie. I’m right here.“ comes his immediate response with this heartbreaking tender grin, and you choke on your own saliva. Panicking you cough helplessly.

“Hey, Calm down!” Rafayel looks now extremely worried „I’m sorry! I didn‘t want to scare you!“ His handsome face now fills the entire frame, his unique eyes big and worried, looking at you. “I can’t help you if you need an ambulance! Please, try to breathe steady, okay?!“ he voices out his concerns now laced with anxiety.

The reflex in your throat ebbs and absolutely perplexed you stare at the purple haired man that somehow seems to know that you are here, in reality, right in front of your tablet.

“How…? Why…?“ you mumble, your brain still short-circuited. Is this truly real?

Zayne

“Your bed head is very entertaining” the dark-haired man greets you teasingly as soon as the destiny café screen lights up on your phone.

“Ha, ha. You think you’re funny, do you?. I’ve already been awake for a few hours.“ you pout, even if you know he can’t hear or see you.

“Is this the reason you are looking this disheveled?” comes his immediate retort and startled you stop your fingers before they touch the battle-icon, ready to start your daily routine in the game.

“What?” you mutter, confused if he really reacted to your words. Did they add a new function? Is the mic now recording what you’re saying without you noticing? Or was it just a coincidence?

“You look very stressed right now.” Zayne states in his calm voice and with that signature move of his eyebrow as he stands upright in the middle of the screen.

“I- uh… what?” you stare at his calm figure, that is now bending forward to look you right in the eyes.

“Is it because of your exams today? Did you sleep enough or did you pull an all-nighter again?“ Zayne asks, still observing your face with those incredible hazel-green eyes.

You gape at him, not able to comprehend what’s happening right now. He remembers that you told him about your exams as you had spoken to him yesterday, even if you knew he wouldn’t get it. How is this possible? Is he really able to hear you? To react to you? Zayne’s motions seem to be more natural indeed.

You frown and touch the screen hesitantly, caressing his chest with gentle swipes. “Zayne? Y- you can hear me?“ you don’t believe yourself trying to actually speak with a fictional game character.

“Of course. Who else would I talk to if you’re the only one in front of me, darling.“ as he grants you that little smile and a virtual head pat.

Xavier

You successfully finished a Deepspace Trial with Xavier as your MC shouts “Lumiere really is the best.” and you cheer together with her

“Yeah, girl you’re right! Lumiere is the strongest!“

And suddenly the screen from your phone flickers and turns even pitch-black dark. Terrified that the game has killed the mobile, you shake it violently.

“Hey! No, no, no! Please! I don’t have the money for a new one!“

And just like that the screen lights up again. With a relieved sigh you sink to the sofas back you were sitting on during play.

“Say that again and the light stays out!” a familiar voice rang through the speaker and let you gasp for air.

“What?” you stare surprised at the game’s display. Xavier is standing there in his Lumiere costume, facing you and holding his sword still beside him. Then the weapon dissipates and the silver haired figure in front of you crosses his arms and looks to the side. You swear you see your favorite boy sulking.

“He’s not stronger than me. You just gave him better protocores, it’s not fair.“ a pouting Xavier giving you the side eye.

Your eyes grow wide. He didn’t just say that! “Uhm, I- I’m sorry?” you stutter to the silver haired figure inside the display. Are you really talking with him?

Xavier turns now fully to you, relaxing his posture and taking off the silver mask that completes his outfit. Then he looks at you with the innocent blue puppy eyes you fall for every time.

“You’re going to change that, right? You don’t like him more than me, do you?“

Sylus

Time to do your studies, you decide with an exasperating sigh as you put the phone on its holder. Getting Sylus on quality-time to keep you company along your preparation for the upcoming tests, you set your books and papers in position.

But of course you are so distracted by his impressive figure that you end up staring at him instead of the books. And a thought slips your lips and is articulated against the screen of your mobile mindlessly.

“Why do you always hold that gun in my direction? It feels somewhat threatening, you know?“ Not really expecting an answer because he’s just a fictional character and the game has no microphone option in your country, your gaze is about to drift finally back from the white haired man down to your books and notes.

“That doesn’t keep you from staring at me instead doing your studies, kitten” Sylus’ deep voice breaks you out of your daze, letting your gaze snap back to him as he places the gun at the table, now pointing it away from you.

“Oh, now I have your attention again.” he sends that smug smile to you and turns his upper body in front of the screen. „Don’t you know, I would never hurt you, Sweetie?” his big hand reaches out to touch your face but only disappears into the void at the limit of your phone screen.

Your mouth gapes open and your eyes threaten to fall out of their sockets. “What?” furiously you blink a few times and pinch yourself at your arm to make sure you didn’t fall asleep and are dreaming.

At his failed attempt to caress you his eyes turn small and a little angry line draws his lips thin. “I hate it that I can’t touch you.” crimson eyes locking into yours, now turned tender and affectionate.

“Sy- Sylus…?” you whisper, stunned about his behavior. What is happening here? Is this… real?

“I hear you, Sweetie.” he smiles at you. „I’m able to listen to you for a while now and just waited for the right moment to tell you so.” he smirked again, now being back to the smug attitude.

You still stare open-mouthed at the white haired man in your phone, unable to form a coherent word.

“My surprise worked, apparently.” he chuckles.

You’re still unable to put a thought together, too stunned by the fact that you talk with Sylus, really speaking with him and not only clicking through some prepared options.

“But what’s more interesting … “ He bends forwards, getting closer to the screen and his stunning red eyes wandering over your whole face before locking with your own. “What are you going to do, now that you know my little secret, kitten?”

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jjk men when you aren't feeling well but try to hide it...

"hello! i was wondering if you could write an angst but w comfort fluff headcannon w the jjk men? i was thinking reader has an injury or is sick but she hides it, but they find out. it would be great if you can, but if not i totally understand. your writing is amazing!!!" -anon

gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna

satoru gojo: (sprained ankle!)

you're fucked.

you know you are the moment you go to pick yourself up from your boyfriend's hardwood kitchen floors and wince in pain in reaction to the pressure in your left ankle.

you hiss, immediately stumbling back to a sitting position. You look over your outstretched foot to find that your ankle is rapidly swelling, and you curse under your breath.

this is so inconvenient. of all times to injure yourself, you of course had to a day before an important mission. you never handle injuries very well. you are always so quick to brush them off, or at least be in denial about them because you can't stand the thought of feeling helpless or incapable.

especially not when satoru gojo is your boyfriend, who unfortunately knows you far too well to overlook something like an injury to your ankle.

damn. what are you supposed to do? satoru will never let you out of his sight, let alone allow you to go on this mission if he finds out about your injury. as much as you love the way he looks after you, you're not in the mood to accept the fact that you may not be able to walk for a few days without his help.

you try to stand again, stubborn with determination. you grip onto the countertop and rise slowly on your able foot, then lean to press your injured foot down slowly. okay... not so bad! Maybe you can add just a little bit more pressure, and-

"fuck," you curse, sharp pain throbbing through your foot the moment you try to walk. You lift your leg immediately and whimper, leaning your body against the counter. "god dammit," you pout.

you should ice it, you think, but icing it will only make the injury more real. maybe it's not so bad, right? maybe if you just sit down for a bit and push it to the back of your head, it will go away?

you know it's not smart, but truthfully, you don't have the time to worry about a stupid ankle. you're sure you only irritated it. with some rest, you'll be fine.

you hop your way up the stairs with your hand gripping the railing tightly to your shared bedroom and ease yourself into bed. you decide you'll take a nap while you wait for satoru to come home, ignoring the simmering pain in your swollen ankle.

"babyyy!"

you wake suddenly to the sound of satoru's voice singing through the house. you jump and immediately hold in a whimper of pain when you accidentally shift your foot beneath the covers. you can tell solely by the lack of mobility in your ankle that it's, unsurprisingly, gotten worse.

you panic, moving quickly to prop your back up against the headboard. you fix yourself in the most normal possible position you can without agitating your foot, and you turn to the door with an innocent expression the second satoru bursts through with a beam.

"hey, pretty," he walks in and immediately crouches over the bed to wrap you up in a hug. you cringe as his lips meet every crook of your face, his body enveloping you in warmth. "missed you so much today," he sighs.

"missed you too, toru," you wrap your arms around his back. "how was your day?"

"same old same old. the higher-ups only get more annoying each day, if that's even possible," he grumbles into your ear, slumping against you. "what are you doing cooped up here all by yourself? you taking a nap?"

"yeah, I just woke up," you tell him with a hefty exhale, his lips meeting the crook of your neck lazily as he nuzzles into you. "you wanna take one with me, you big baby?" you giggle.

"god yes," satoru agrees. "but first, I'm starving. did you eat while I was gone?"

"nah, I waited for you, toru."

"well, you normally cook, baby, I was waiting for you."

you momentarily freeze and he pulls back reluctantly, not before dotting one more kiss to the crook of your jaw. you had completely forgotten about making dinner, but seeing how you couldn't even walk, those cards were off the table.

he looks down at you with his arms propped on either side of your figure on the bed. your ankle continues to throb, and while you try to hide the pain that you are currently in by shifting ever so subtly beneath him, his sapphire eyes catch the twitch in your brow and the motion of your body beneath his blindfold.

"not that I care if you cook or not. obviously you were tired..." he trails off. "you okay?"

fucking hell, damn those six eyes.

you nod despite yourself, keeping a soft smile as you brush your fingers over satoru's hair. "yeah, of course. just tired like you said. I'm sorry about dinner, it slipped my mind."

"don't you dare apologize," he ducks down to kiss your cheek loudly. "we can go out to eat. make it a date before your big mission tomorrow, yeah?"

you internally deflate. the idea sounds amazing, but going on a date would mean getting up, getting dressed, and walking out the door. you're unfortunately physically incapable of doing any of the above at the moment.

satoru watches the way your shoulders slump and your lips part as if to protest, and he tilts his head in slight confusion. "...or not..." he says slowly.

"sorry, toru, it's not that I don't wanna go, i just don't have the energy..." you excuse pathetically.

satoru's face tells you that he doesn't buy your words, but he complies nonetheless. "that's no problem, baby, we can order in instead."

you sigh and nod with a gentle smile. "that sounds great."

"someone's feeling real lazy today, huh?" he teases, hooking his finger into his blindfold to peel it from his face, revealing his bright irises gazing curiously down at you. "you sure you're just tired?"

"yeah... why?"

"i'm just askin," he says. his eyes dart over you one more time before he pushes himself up with an exhale and tugging at your arm. "come on, let's go to the living room to order."

why the hell does he want to move around so much?!

"um- why can't we just order here?"

a smile quirks on Satoru's lips as though you've made a joke. "cause, we'll be downstairs once the food gets here," he says.

you pucker your lips slightly and tilt your head. "can't we just eat it up here and you can go get it?"

gojo's eyes are now slim with suspicion as he pulls himself back over to you. "i mean, of course i can but you never eat takeout in bed, we always cuddle downstairs and eat."

"I'm tired, can't i change it up today?"

"you know i have no problem doing what you want and pampering you baby," satoru starts slowly. his eyes dash to your legs, and he suddenly notes that he has not seen you bend them in the few minutes he has been home. in fact, you had been rather stagnant instead of running up to clobber him when he entered the room, whether you were previously asleep or not. "but you're acting a little weird."

"no, I'm not," you deny adamantly. you have always been a poor liar, but in the face of Satoru Gojo, your lack of talent in the arena only proves to be more prominent. "you think too much, you know that?"

"you think so?" he raises a brow at you, a hint of playfulness remaining though it is steadily fleeting the longer he examines you. "you think i'm thinking too much if i feel like you're lying to me?"

you press your lips together tightly. "...yes."

"hm," he nods. "come here for a second, pretty," he requests, stepping back a bit to give you room to stand. "just real quick, then you can lay back down and I'll get us that food."

"why do you want me to stand?"

"i wanna give you a big hug," he opens his arms widely. "c'mon, give your loving boyfriend a hug. you'd never deny me that after such a long day."

"come hug me here, then," you roll your eyes, turning to look the other way as heat overtakes your body.

"i want to hold you and pick you up," he argues, knowingly. "just stand and walk to me for one second."

"no."

"no?!"

"no, i don't want to."

"don't want to or you can't?" he accuses, face falling along with his arms. he moves to sit at the edge of the bed beside your legs, resting a hand over your uninjured one. "why can't you get up?" he asks, this time a tad more serious.

"i don't feel like it, satoru, god," you murmur in annoyance, growing agitated with his swiftness to notice that something is wrong.

"don't 'satoru' me, baby, you're the one not telling the truth," he says. "what's wrong with your legs?"

"nothing."

"then stand up."

"no, satoru. stop telling me to stand."

"i will if you tell me what's wrong."

"nothing's wrong!" you shrug harshly, crossing your arms and suddenly taking interest in whatever is outside of the bedroom window. satoru stares at you intently for a moment then back down at your covered legs.

he gazes harshly between the two, pondering, before reaching over to rip the comforter upward to reveal your bare feet. you gasp slightly, jerking to stop him, when your swollen ankle is revealed.

his brows immediately angle and he leans to hastily look over it. "(y/n), what the hell?! what happened to your foot?"

you grow embarrassed suddenly, moving to brush his hands away. "it's not that bad, stop," you say, going to move your leg to the side when you hiss sharply.

"not that bad? baby, your ankle's the size of a golfball!"

"satoru, you're being dramatic."

"what happened?" he asks, concerned. "did this happen while I was gone?"

"it's fine, relax."

"(y/n)," satoru begins sternly. you can tell that you've pinched a nerve. "i'm about to lose it if you don't tell me how this happened and why you were trying to hide it from me."

you frown. "But-"

"Now."

you hug your arms around yourself with another meek shrug. "it's humiliating..." you murmur.

satoru softens slightly. "baby, humiliating? i'm worried about you getting hurt."

"yeah, but-" you sigh and close your eyes, your emotions suddenly getting the best of you. you hate feeling small and weak, as though you can't handle yourself, and you swear every time you injure yourself or get sick, it's the worst possible thing that could happen in the entire world. "i don't know. whatever."

"uh uh uh," your white-haired boyfriend tuts, leaning over the smooth his hand over your leg comfortingly. "it's not 'whatever.' i know exactly how you are. you can't fool me. is this about your mission tomorrow?"

"it's not just about the mission, toru, i just don't- i hate it when i can't do stuff on my own."

"you don't have to tell me something i'm already well aware of." you give him a look. "don't look at me like that. i know you like the back of my hand, and i especially know when you're uncomfortable."

"i get it, toru," you frown.

"why the attitude, hm?" he asks, leaning over to prop his elbow on the other side of you, his body resting against your lap as he peers up at you gently. "it's okay to get hurt- well, no, it's not okay for you to get hurt because it makes me wanna die, but you get what I mean."

your lips twitch in amusement momentarily, leading satoru to grin widely.

"there's that pretty smile."

"it's just-" you huff. "it was such a stupid thing... i rolled my ankle stepping down from closing the cabinets and when it started getting worse, i thought it was so dumb that something so small did that to me so i left it alone. now it's probably twisted, and i just feel really..."

"you're not weak," satoru interjects urgently. "if that's what you're saying, which i'm pretty sure you are. you're far from what i would call weak."

"still. it still made me feel weak. and i'm supposed to go on that mission tomorrow, and i don't know what the hell i'm gonna tell yaga-"

"forget the mission."

"...satoru, i can't just-"

"you can and you will. you have an injury, baby. you can't walk. it's okay, i'll talk to yaga and he'll get someone else on the assignment while I take care of you."

"but the fact that you even have to do that because i was clumsy!" you shake your head and look down. "it's so ridiculous. and i knew you were gonna worry..."

"of course i'm gonna worry, (y/n). no less than you'd worry for me."

"but you're you."

"so? do you worry for me any less because of that?"

"i mean... i know you're always gonna be fine, but... yeah, i guess."

"you guess?" satoru scoffs. "to think, my girlfriend doesn't care about me..."

"oh shut up," you nudge his head away. his grin remains, face turning back to you as he captures you in his soft gaze. "obviously I worry."

"then, there you go," satoru says. his free hand runs over your hip. "i know you can handle yourself just fine and that you're strong as hell, but whether you're going on a mission or stubbing your toe, I'm worrying 'cause i love you."

you pout slightly. "I love you too."

"i know," he beams, kissing your thigh. "so stop with that. as if you'd ever be weak for getting a little boo boo."

"yeah, but now you're not gonna let me do anything," you whine.

"is there really such a big problem with that?" satoru smirks. "try hiding an injury from me again, and you really won't be able to do anything. now let me see."

he pushes himself up to round the edge of the bed. he kneels down and cradles your foot in his hand delicately, fingers grazing the area of swelling. his brow angles. "can you move it?"

you shake your head slowly. "not without it hurting."

"in all seriousness, baby, you need to take better care of yourself. why didn't you ice it?"

"...i wanted it to go away."

"and you walked up the stairs after rolling your ankle?!"

"i wanted to get into bed!"

satoru lowers his head. "what am i gonna do with you? you're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days."

"it's really not that serious. i just need to rest it a bit and then I'll be fine-"

"i'm gonna go cook you some dinner, okay? then we can eat in bed and cuddle, and then I'll run you a hot bath later."

"satoru, i just said it's not that serious! please don't go burning down the house because of my ankle. we can literally still order food," you try to convince him, but the blue-eyed man is already on his feet, by your side, and kissing your lips.

"not another word. you're practically dying, now, i have to look after you."

"toru-"

"i'll be right back, i'm gonna grab you some ice and a pillow for your foot."

"satoru!"

but when you call him, he's already zooming out of the room and down the stairs. you sigh and plop your head back against the headboard with a soft smile. as humiliating as you find it to be injured, you can never say that gojo doesn't do everything he can, if not excessively more, to look after you when you are.

suguru geto: (cold!)

shit.

you step into the bathroom for the umpteenth time today to blow your nose, clearing your searing throat as you do so with a groan.

something in you knew this morning that you were coming down with a cold when you woke up to that dreadful scratch in the back of your throat, but the idea of getting sick physically ails you more than actually being sick does.

you're far too busy today to be weighed down by some common cold. you're in between meetings at work as you toss another tissue into the women's trash. You have paperwork to finish filling out by midnight, and you have to pick up the girls later from daycare.

how can you be sick of all things?

you know it's likely because you run yourself ragged more often than you need to, and suguru always tells you to slow down and take a breath, but you rarely listen to him. your life moves at a quick pace, constantly on the run from one task to the next, and you truly do not feel that you have the leisure of giving yourself one second to rest.

you're on the verge of earning a new promotion, and you need the money. you need the opportunities, and the accomplishments to care for the family you've built with geto. just as suguru works tirelessly to manage his cult, you work tirelessly to keep a living for yourself.

you're proud of the work you have done, truly you are, but at times it feels as though you are amounting to nothing, chasing promises of a higher position that have yet to come. despite the haziness of the path ahead, you push harder and harder each day.

suguru hates it, how you drive yourself to the brink of insanity day in and day out, but you can't help but be an overachiever. you can't help but work hard for those who may not even deserve it.

and now, of course, you're sick. you can feel your temperature spiking, your nose is stuffy, and your head is pounding. you want to go home and curl into bed, but you have responsibilities to fulfill. just a few more hours... then you're home with geto, with the girls, safe in bed just to wake up and do it all over again tomorrow.

you jump when your phone suddenly rings in your pocket. you pull it out to see your boyfriend's contact, and you straighten yourself up as best as you can to make it sound as though you aren't struggling to breathe through your nostrils.

"hello?"

"hey, babe, how's work going?" suguru's soothing voice echoes through the phone and you sigh, clinging to the comfort his tone provides. you miss him. you want to go home already.

"it's good," you lie. "i have a few more meetings. then some paperwork to finish, but I'll be able to get mimi and nana on time."

"actually, i called to tell you not to worry about that. i got finished up here with the group pretty early, so i'll be able to get them later."

you're relieved that you won't have to expose the girls to your germs in the car. "okay, thanks for letting me know. you need me to pick up some food on the way home?"

"no, we're gonna make pizzas later. the girls have been dying to try it making it from scratch forever, so i'll take them to the store once i get them."

"...oh. okay..." you nod. "there's nothing else you need me to do then?"

"just to come home in one piece," suguru says. "i'm trying to take some stuff off your plate, (y/n). you've been exhausted, and you can't tell me otherwise."

"sugu, I'm fine," you dismiss him, only to turn your head into your elbow to muffle a cough. you forget to mute the call when you do so.

"what was that? are you okay?" the dark-haired man questions quickly. "you're not sick, are you?"

"no, no," you deny fast, voice slightly hoarse. you clear your throat quickly. "something was just- stuck in my throat. but I'm fine. i'm not sick."

suguru's quiet for a moment, and you chew on the inside of your lip while you wait for him to respond. you know it's impossible to fool suguru, especially when it comes to matters regarding you or the girls, but you can't handle him worrying over you right now. his concerns would only bring you back to reality, pulling you from this cycle of overworking you've fallen into. you need to keep going. You can't stop, and if suguru knows you're sick, he will make you stop.

"suguru? you there?" you finally say.

"oh yeah, i'm here," he responds rather quickly, and you internally curse yourself. "what time do you get off?"

"uhhh..." you think about it for a moment. it's 3:30 now, and technically you only have an hour and a half left, but since the girls will be picked up by Suguru, you realize you can finish your paperwork in the office. "today's kind of a long day... so I probably won't be home until... 7?"

"(Y/n)."

"i know, i know, but listen, i just have to finish up this paperwork. that's all."

"weren't you just gonna do it at home?"

"well, yeah, but since you're getting the girls, it's kinda easier for me to finish it here..." you start mumbling lowly, knowing that whatever explanation you give is not one that suguru will willingly accept.

"babe, please just come home at a normal time today. you can't keep doing this to yourself."

"i promise it won't be past 7. i swear. just let me get this done, and I'll be home."

suguru releases a hefty sigh, and you can picture him rubbing his thumb against his forehead in stress. "7 o'clock, (y/n). i mean it. if you're so much as five minutes late, i'm coming over there myself with rainbow dragon."

you chuckle softly. "i promise it won't get to that. i'll be fine, alright? i'll text you when I'm headed out."

"okay. I'll see you in a bit."

after your meetings had ended, your cold symptoms grew worse. your coughs were more frequent, a pile of tissues were stacked at your cubicle, and the glare of your computer screen felt as though it was burning a hole into your already aching head.

you feel miserable, and as luck would have it, your boss placed a new stack of papers onto your desk to finish filling out before you went home on his way out of the door.

you're alone in the office now, surrounded by excess assignments, and you can hardly breathe through your nose. you check the time, and its thirty to the time you told suguru you'd be home. you groan, rubbing your hands over your face.

you're tired. your bones are aching. you want to be with the girls, you want to be home, you don't want to do this anymore. you're so burned out, it hurts, and you want to cry and collapse face-first onto your desk at the same time.

just then, your phone lights up with a message from suguru. you open it eagerly to be greeted with an image of the girls beaming up at the camera in the kitchen, hands covered in tomato sauce as they display them to the phone. beneath the photo, suguru types.

we miss you :(

you break, placing your phone down and shielding your face in your hands as the tears flow. god, you miss spending time with them. you're hardly home anymore because you've been so busy with work, and you're yearning to be held by your boyfriend, to hear the girls laugh, to sink into the bed combined with your deteriorating physical state makes you feel worse.

you miss having a life.

you don't know how long you spend crying in your empty office before your body shuts down on you completely. the energy you exerted shedding tears in addition to your long days at work send you into a deep sleep. before you know it, you're knocked out with your cheek pressed against one of your unfinished papers.

the second you failed to answer Suguru's text, he knew something was wrong. he calls, and calls, and calls after twenty minutes, but you don't answer. He wastes absolutely no time in calling up manami to look after the girls before trekking out of the house to you with rainbow dragon, just as he promised.

he's prepared to break a window when he sees the janitor leaving the building. he takes the opportunity to swoop in through the doors after grumbling something about his girlfriend being inside, before making his way up to you.

when he reaches your office, he finds you lying in the only occupied cubicle. His eyes go wide as he studies your slumped figure, walking slowly to where you're seated. he notes the tissues and cough drop wrappers crowding your space, then the tears that coat your lashes when he kneels down.

"jesus, (y/n)," he murmurs, swiftly getting to work and clearing your desk of all your trash. when he's done, he crouches by you again and runs a hand over your back. "baby, wake up for me. come on," he coaxes softly.

you stir, face tightening in discomfort. suguru sees the bags under your eyes and his frown deepens. Eventually, you wake with furrowed brows, adjusting your blurry eyes to the sight of suguru gazing down at you worriedly.

"sugu...?" you mumble weakly, only to be interrupted by a few coughs that rack your chest. suguru's heart aches.

"i knew it," he sighs, eyes hardening as his hand strokes over your warm forehead. "why don't you listen?"

"what are you doing here?" you grumble, picking your head up slowly. you're greeted with a retched reminder of your headache, and you wince, pressing your hand to your head.

"we had an agreement, remember?" he reminds you, and you slowly recall. you move to grab your phone and the time reads 7:15. "i wasn't joking."

"suguru..."

"stop," he immediately cuts you off. "look at you, (y/n). you've made yourself sick."

"it's just a- a cough," you murmur, rubbing your irritated eyes harshly.

"that's bullshit, baby," he tells you rather firmly. "i don't know why you're trying to hide this from me when i knew something like this would happen. we're going home."

"no, wait, Suguru, i didn't finish my paperwork yet."

"do you think I give two shits about your paperwork?"

his tone comes off rather harshly, and both of you notice. he blinks his eyes tensely and readjusts himself, attempting to reel in his anger. his anger for you, over your lack of care for your wellbeing, at your fucking boss for letting you work yourself like this.

"you've been killing yourself for weeks, (y/n). i won't let you anymore. this is the last straw."

"hold on," you urge. suguru looks down at you, befuddled. "i really can't just up and leave my work behind like this. I'm sorry, I can't."

"what's more important to you, (y/n)? being healthy or working yourself to death?" he proposes, almost pained by the latter. "if you cared about your well-being, you would have asked for an extension or at least had a conversation with your dick of a boss about doing this another time. anyone can see that you aren't feeling well, and someone who cares will tell you that enough is enough."

"don't make me do this, suguru," you whimper. suguru's face relaxes when he sees your eyes glossing over. "don't make me stop. I can't stop."

"baby," he curls his brows, holding your cheek in his hand as he kneels before you. "why are you doing this to yourself?"

"b-because, I have to..."

"no, you don't. i've been telling you this for years, you don't have to do this."

"but I need to make something of myself. i have to keep going. i can't just quit, because if I do, then what will any of this have meant? why have i been doing this?"

"you're breaking my heart, baby," suguru exhales. "this job doesn't define you. i see how hardworking, smart, and strong you are. i see the effort you put into everything you do. i see the commitment in your heart. i see it everywhere, all the time, and that is one of many reasons why i love you so much."

your lips wobble as you look into his hazel eyes as his voice and words melt you into his palm. you've been moving so fast all this time, you've been trying to prevent yourself from falling into suguru's warmth, which has always had the power to make you do anything he says.

"but I can't stand to watch you make yourself sick because you think there's more you need to do. this isn't good for you. you know it isn't."

you nod, red nose flaring as you sniff. "i know," you admit.

"so please, please take a break. i'm literally begging you. you need to come home and rest. i'll take care of everything else, just come home. lay down. come back to us. to me."

your shoulders jerk as a few tears drop from your eyes. "sugu, i can't do this anymore," you finally give in. "i don't even feel like myself. i just want to go home."

"then let's go baby, come on," he stands and takes you with him in his arms, pressing your body to his as he holds you. you sink into him, your exhaustion and your sickness finally crashing down over you. "i'm gonna fucking kill your boss," he murmurs into your hair.

you laugh weakly against him, closing your eyes. "later. just take me home, now. please."

"yes ma'am," he nods, kneeling down to pick you up into his arms. you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his chest.

"m'gonna get you sick," you mutter.

"we can be sick together," he chuckles. "the girls and I can make you some soup. they've been obsessed with cooking lately," he says, leaning over to shut off your monitor before carrying you off to the elevators.

"that picture of them you sent earlier made me so sad. I miss you guys so much."

"i'm sorry baby, i didn't mean to upset you that much. i was only trying to guilt you a little into coming home early."

you slap his shoulder pathetically. "asshole."

"i know, i'm sorry," he kisses your head. "gonna get you all better in no time."

kento nanami: (low iron!)

you have always been a little anemic, and of course that never really posed as a terrible challenge for you until you ran out of iron supplements.

it is your responsibility undoubtedly to keep track of when you run out and when you need to restock, but recently, you've found yourself neglecting the habit.

you never did like taking iron pills, or any supplements for that matter. you feel as though they take too much out of your daily life, as though they're a burden to your existence, and the harder you think about it, the less inclined you are to keep track of it.

it's been about three weeks since you last took your iron, and while you would like to say that you have improved significantly, you would be lying.

perhaps the first few days of not taking your supplements was fine, but as time droned on, the symptoms kicked back in rather quickly. you are extremely tired all the time, you feel lighter on your feet as if you are going to pass out at any given moment, and your hands and feet are ridiculously cold though it is now the summertime, and the weather outside thoroughly contrasts your body temperature.

you're in denial about the changes, of course. you want to be able to feel fine without the crutch of your pills, but the reality of the situation is that you don't, and it's crushing you for some reason.

what's crushing you more is that you know how disappointed nanami will be to find out that you haven't been being responsible in stocking up on your supplements. he would normally keep track of when you run out in addition to you, but he's reeled it in a bit over the past few months because you wanted him to trust that you can handle taking care of something that you've managed all of your life, so he did.

and yet, here you are, trying to hide the symptoms of your iron deficiency that are only proving harder to veil. nanami has already asked you a few times if you are feeling okay over the past few weeks, therefore you know that he suspects exactly what is happening, but you brush him off each time.

"i'm good, honey," you'd tell him. "just had a long day. what about you? how are you feeling?"

you feel like shit lying to him, but you're afraid of being truthful for some reason. he would scold you, and you'd have to resort to the aid of your only weakness all over again.

god, why can't you just be normal?

you've even tried to ween off of the strict iron-sufficient diet that you've been on practically all your life because you feel like you have something to prove, especially in this world of jujutsu. how can you be a sorcerer with low iron? how can something so smell render you so weak? it's pathetic.

you don't want to think about it, in truth. you want it all to just go away. you want to be fine, to feel fine without eating certain things constantly or taking those damn pills, and you try to force yourself to, but it only grows worse the longer you hide it.

you stumble into your home after a long day of teaching and press your back to the door with a sigh. you know nanami won't be home for another forty or so minutes, so you kick your shoes off, go grab a water, and plop down on the couch.

you feel so tired. you pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes, leaning back. this is stupid, you think. you're being stupid. just reorder the damn pills.

but something stubborn within you refuses. something within you that must prove you can push past this.

you decide to watch some tv to distract you as you wait for nanami to return home. he suggested cooking for you tonight, so you rest until you hear him walking through the door.

"hi honey," he greets. you turn to smile gently at him as he rounds the corner. your cheeks pinch with happiness, your current turmoil momentarily forgotten when you see your husband approach. you go to stand and walk into his open arms, just like you normally do when he comes home.

you put the remote to the side and shoot up. your mind is occupied only by nanami as you move toward him, but you see his face drop and your vision turns upside down, and suddenly, you're falling.

kento is quick to react, ducking down impressively to catch you in his arms before you can hit the ground. you collapse into him, head dizzy and breath suddenly gone.

"sweetheart?! (y/n) are you alright? are you awake?"

you groan, shifting in his strong arms as they cradle you securely. when your vision regains focus, you're staring up at nanami's worried face, your body resting over his lap. you blink rapidly before realizing what just happened.

"oh shit," you whisper.

"(y/n)," nanami says your name again, caressing your cheek sweetly. "are you here with me now?"

"y-yeah," you nod, moving to sit up and press your hand to his chest. "i'm alright."

"absolutely not," he stops you immediately, pressing against you to lay you back down on his lip. you frown, looking up at him. "don't even try sitting up like that right now."

"kento," you start, growing worried by the tense look on his face. "i'm okay, really. i just sat up too fast."

"i know," he affirms, his thumb still smoothing over your skin. "and care to tell me why that alone is making you pass out?"

you can't find the words to respond as you stare at him, likely as guiltily as you feel. he hums knowingly.

"right," he sighs. "(y/n), how long has it been since you've taken your iron?"

and there it is. the very question you had been dreading.

"...i'm not sure what you're-"

"don't. really, don't," he interjects firmly and you shiver, rather unfamiliar with this side of your doting partner. "i'm still trying to adjust to the fact that you haven't been truthful with me. the least you can do is tell me how long it's been."

your heart drops. "kento..."

"i'm not in the mood for stalling, sweetheart. go on. out with it."

the sternness of his voice hardly matches the way he is holding you and stroking your cheek, but nevertheless, you feel awful. you avert your gaze and shrink into yourself. "three weeks."

"three?" he repeats incredulously, and you nod in shame. "i knew it had been over a week, but three, (y/n)?"

"i know," you mutter.

"why? after you told me not to check after you, to trust that you'd take care of yourself," nanami questions. "this is why i tried to help you. i know it can be a hassle sometimes, and forgetting is one thing, but to deliberately stop taking them when you know how much i worry about it... when you know how important it is for you?"

you bite hard on your lip and look away, brows curling. nanami notices immediately and softens himself, leaning down closer to you.

"my love," he starts. "i don't mean to upset you, but this is very upsetting to me."

"i know. i know, i'm sorry..." you whimper.

"but not because it's about me, (y/n), because it's about you. and you've been hiding this from me, of all things. i don't understand."

"i just didn't wanna take them anymore, ken," you say quietly.

the blonde furrows his brows. "you didn't want to take them? have you not been taking them for years?"

"i have but that's the problem. i'm a sorcerer now, and..." you exhale. "the point of being a sorcerer is to not have anything weighing you down, and this weighs me down."

"if anything, (y/n), not taking the supplements weighs you down more."

"no, i just mean- all of it, the whole iron deficiency, i hate it," you confess. "i'm tired of relying on something to be strong. i'm tired of being tied down to this. i wanted to see if i could overcome it, but i can't. i'll always have this problem, and it sucks, ken," you ramble. "if i could go without taking these pills and still do my job like i always have, then just maybe.... maybe i could be better. and i could prove that i... i don't need those stupid pills, or the extra greens, or the- whatever. just all of it."

nanami looks down at you rather sadly. "i had no idea you felt this way."

"i haven't always felt this way. it's just lately, i don't know, i feel pressured to go beyond."

"darling, your iron-deficiency doesn't make you any less talented than other sorcerers."

"i know. i mean, i should know, but i can't help but feel that way."

nanami presses his lips together, smoothing a knuckle over your cheekbone. "i'm sorry you feel like this."

"it's not your fault, ken. and i shouldn't have kept this from you, i know. i'm sorry. i just felt humiliated by it."

"there's nothing for you to be humiliated by," he reassures you. "your deficiency is no different from any of us having to feed ourselves or drink water in between missions to keep ourselves alive. it's a necessity, and though we are sorcerers, we live off of necessities to keep ourselves physically and mentally able to work. you have a responsibility to yourself. just like the rest of us. just because your iron's a little lower doesn't mean anything about who you are as a sorcerer."

"...i never thought of it like that. i've just been thinking of it as a burden."

"it's only a burden if you view it that way. you are a grade one sorcerer who i have watched climb the ranks effortlessly since we were in high school, all the while with an iron deficiency that you have always taken supplements for. that never stopped you," he says. "the problem comes in when you don't keep up with yourself and take care of those needs. just like how i'd be unable to work if i decided to skip my last few meals and drink less water."

"that makes sense," you mumble, capturing his soft brown eyes with yours.

"good," he nods. "(y/n) you can't neglect your needs like this."

"i know."

"i'm being serious. i'll start checking behind you again if i find out that you're not doing what you need to do to take care of your body."

"i know, ken, i'm sorry, i-" you stop yourself and shake your head. "i just let my insecurities get the best of me."

"then, let me handle taking care of your insecurities. you handle taking your supplements. do we have an agreement?"

you nod slowly. "yeah. we do. i'm sorry for lying again, ken."

"please don't do it again," he sighs, ducking to kiss your forehead. "but i know you wouldn't lie to me about anything else, and that you hiding this was solely out of fear."

you slowly move to sit up, and this time, kento helps you very gradually. he guides you back to sit on the couch and cups your face gently, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "i'll go order some more iron and then get started on dinner. alright?"

you hum with a soft smile. "alright. i love you, ken."

he returns your loving smile. "i love you more, sweetheart."

choso kamo: (broken finger!)

it had fully been an accident.

you should have been paying more attention to what you were doing and at the same time, so should have panda.

it really was an honest mistake. you were standing in the doorway as everyone left the classroom, your fingers clutched around the frame as everyone filed out. you were asking around if anyone had seen your boyfriend, and yuta mentioned that he saw him with yuji earlier that day.

you thanked him, and just as you were about to pull your hand away, panda, who was the last out of the room, slammed the door shut behind him thinking you had already moved out of the way.

but you hadn't.

the door flew into your index and middle fingers and you screamed bloody murder. the cursed corpse as well as his classmates whipped their heads around, and to panda's horror, you were knocking your forehead against the wall with tears in your eyes as your fingers trembled in the doorframe.

"(Y/N), HOLY SHIT I'M SO SORRY!"

you hadn't expected panda to actually break one of your fingers, but you give the freak credit for his unnatural strength. you later find out that yuji and choso had gone out to grab food for you when you see a text from your boyfriend pop up asking what flavor ramen you want the second you learn that shoko will not be available until late tonight.

for the time being, you're given a finger splint and pain medicine as though you aren't freaking surrounded by jujutsu sorcery.

and god, did it hurt! like, really, really hurt. your fingers are throbbing, and the one that isn't broken is bruised and stained with some blood. you wish you could be angrier at panda, but his groveling before your feet on his knees eases your frustration a bit. after all, it hadn't been on purpose.

you're sent home and you are given no choice but to wait until choso returns, and you're... nervous. choso never handles the ailment of his loved ones very well. his spiritual and physical connection to his brothers wellbeings' often causes him to lose his mind every time yuji gets accidentally punched in the face during training, and when it comes to you? well, choso is just the same if not somehow worse.

you remember one time you got a papercut and winced when your finger made contact with soap. choso was quick to your side, grasping your wrist and looking over your hand as though it had been severed off.

one thing you have come to know in your relationship with the brunette is that he would (and has) killed someone for the sake of the people closest to him. he does not mess around when it comes to his family, and he certainly doesn't mess around when it comes to you.

and while you think he can be a bit excessive with making sure you're alright when it's hardly necessary, it's first and foremost endearing, and it only makes you realize that he will go ballistic the second he finds out that someone broke your finger.

he doesn't naively think that you can never go unharmed, though he would be incredibly content with the notion if it were plausible. he's familiar with scars, wounds, fights, and battles, and he knows you're in the very center of it just as much as he and his brother are. but still, he hates it when you're hurt. he wants to protect you as best as he can, or to at least prevent you from suffering any more than a sorcerer already has to suffer. he only wants you to be safe.

so to prevent him from having a heart attack, you decide it's better if he doesn't know about the incident. when you answer his texts before heading home, you mention nothing about your poor finger in hopes of him not finding out at least until after you're healed.

that plan of yours, however, fails when choso comes barging through the door three hours earlier than you expected him to return. your eyes go wide from where you sit on the couch, and you have no time to even go to hide your fingers behind your back when choso marches up to you, agitated.

"uh-" you're cut off when he grabs your arm gently and lifts it into the air, your taped crooked finger showcasing itself to him. you press your lips together at how poorly the plan to conceal this from him has failed. "cho-"

"were you gonna tell me about this?" his violet eyes fly to yours in a fury, and you're almost stunned by how aggravated he looks. his voice is calm, low, but his face is wrecked with concern and almost betrayal.

"...i was, but i wanted to wait because i didn't want you to freak out..." you say slowly, watching him softly. "like you are now..?"

"that's not fair, (y/n)," he frowns and you furrow your brows. "that's not fair at all."

"woah, hold on... are you mad at me?"

"i don't know," he answers you honestly, looking between your face and your trembling hand. "i'm... upset."

"who told you about my fingers, love?"

"yuji got a text from yuta," he tells you, moving to sit down on the space beside you with your hand still cradled in his. "he said that panda was begging me not to kill him, and this was after i had talked to you."

"oh..." you sigh. "okay, yeah, i can see how that looks."

"why didn't you tell me you got hurt? and pretty badly too? where's ieiri?"

"she won't be back on campus for another hour," you explain. "i didn't want you to worry, cho, i figured i'd just tell you after it was better, but..."

"why would you try to hide something from me?" he asks you, suddenly sounding hurt. it's clear on his face that he doesn't understand why you would conceal something as important as your health from him, whether it was small or not. you tell each other everything, and that shouldn't have stopped now of all times because you don't want him to worry.

"i didn't know you'd get so upset, cho, honestly," you tell him. "i-" you stop when a sharp pain shoots through your fingers and you gasp. choso's face drops and he gently sets your hand down to his lap, panicked.

"i'm sorry," he apologizes. "shit, you must be in a lot of pain."

"it's nothing i haven't experienced before," you try to reassure him, giving him a tight smile.

"why does that matter?" choso drags his brows together. "pain is pain. i don't like when you feel any of it."

you melt. "i know. i know you don't, i don't like when you feel any of it either."

"so don't... keep stuff like this from me, (y/n)," he says sternly. "please, i need to know. i don't have the same connection to you that i have with my blood brothers, but i'm still connected to you all the same. when you hurt, i hurt."

"i get it cho, i'm sorry," you nod bashfully. "i wasn't trying to make you mad. i just don't like it when you're stressed out."

"i'm always stressed out," he says flatly, and you raise your brows with a halfhearted smile.

"yeah, i know. so why stress you even more?"

"i'd rather be stressed about you if i'm stressing about anything," he says, looking over your face as the hardness in his gaze washes away. "you know you're everything to me."

"i know, baby," you push out your bottom lip, pressing your free hand to the side of his cheek and leaning in to kiss him. his ears burn when you pull away, and he sighs heavily.

"don't offend me by trying to hide stuff like this. it won't work."

"i'm sorryyyy," you giggle and choso grumbles incoherently under his breath.

his gaze goes back to your fingers and his brows curl. "how the hell do you slam a door on someone's hand?" he hisses.

"it was an accident, cho, he didn't mean it."

"i know, and i shouldn't really be angry at him but i can't help but be irritated because you're hurt..." his fingers graze the tape. "how bad does it hurt?"

"cho, it'll be okay."

"that wasn't my question."

you roll your eyes at his attitude with a soft smile. "it hurts as much as a broken finger would."

"right. sorry," he murmurs.

"you're okay, love, you don't need to apologize."

"i still wish i- nevermind," he refrains himself from discussing how he wanted to be there to protect you from such an unpredictable occurence. "is there anything i can do to help you feel better while we wait? do you need anything?"

"ummm," you try to think. "actually, could you grab a new pack of ice from the freezer? and... the snacks you got me earlier."

the brunette's face brightens slightly with the thought that he can do something to help ease your pain as you wait for shoko to return to the school.

he nods in determination, carefully sliding your hand into your lap and kissing your cheek before hopping up to run to the kitchen. he returns with the items you requested, placing the snacks down beside him and lifting the bag of ice over your hand.

"like this?" he eases the bag down and you wince, nodding.

"mhm. yeah," you strain out. choso watches your face sadly, hating the fact that you're hurting.

"i'm sorry for getting upset," he mumbles. you turn to look at him curiously. "i just love you a lot."

"i love you more, cho," you smile gently, leaning your head against his shoulder. he sighs, resting his chin atop your head as he ices your hand. "and don't worry, i get it. i won't try to hide injuries from you anymore."

"i really hope so."

"now can you pass me those chips please?"

toji fushiguro: (knife cut!)

toji is going to absolutely kill you, and you are dreading the moment he does.

he has always told you not to touch his weapons. even if you see any of them lying around his place because he never bothers to clean up in between jobs. his one rule when you're over is to leave them alone and to let him handle them when he gets back. he doesn't care how much you protest, he doesn't care that you want to help him pick up after himself.

no touching. that is all he asks of you.

and of course... one afternoon when he's out sorting out some finances with shiu and one of his knives is glaring at you from where it lay on the kitchen table, you can't help yourself.

you don't really think anything is going to happen. after all, you're not a baby, nor are you an idiot. you know how to handle a freaking knife and you know where to put it, and yet, somehow, you allow your arrogance with the task to distract you. you're not handling it as carefully as you should be, and the second you hear the keys jingling outside the front door, you panic.

the blade, naturally, fumbles in your grasp, and swipes through the air, over your palm, and to the carpet. you jump, stepping away as quickly as it falls. you feel a sting in your hand and look down to see the fresh gash stretching over your skin. you gape as blood slowly simmers from the wound, befuddled as to how something like this even happened so quickly.

you have no time to clean it when you hear the key inside the lock. you hurriedly pick up the knife with your unwounded hand, place it back on the table where you first saw it, rip a napkin from said table to press to your bleeding palm, and clench it into a fist just as the door opens.

toji immediately greets you with a raised brow, jade eyes eying you oddly as he steps in. "the hell are you gettin' into?" he asks, confused by the way you are standing against the wall when he enters.

you're quick to move into his space to distract him from the vision of his knife and from looking any further downward from your face. you lean up on your tiptoes, normal hand on his forearm as you kiss his scarred lips. "what do you mean?"

"why were you just standing there like that?"

"can't I wait by the door for you to come back?" you bat your eyelashes, and toji grunts, gazing down at you with lidded eyes as his hand comes around the small of your back. "i'm just happy to see you."

"you take a pill or somethin', doll?"

you glare at him. "now why would you ask me that?"

"you're just acting a little too nice, that's all."

you scoff. "i don't know what you're talking about, i'm literally always happy to see you."

"yeah, but i was gone for thirty minutes and you never make a show of it like this."

"why are you making it sound like i don't show you love? you're the one who's mean all the time," you retort sassily.

a smirk captures toji's lips as he ducks down to kiss you again. "that's more like it," he murmurs against you. "still ain't answer my question though."

"i literally did. i told you i was waiting for you."

"sure," he says, unconvinced. his eyes drag down your body and momentarily go to your fist when you swiftly wrap both arms around his neck, pulling him down to crash your lips into him once more.

his brows narrow and as you kiss him, and you can feel the blood on your hand seeping through your napkin. you curse internally, lowering your hand back down behind him as he pulls away.

"not that i'm against this," toji starts, voice dangerously low against your mouth. "but it feels like you're tryin' to distract me from something."

"why would i be doing that?" you ask gently, looking up into his piercing eyes. he hums, dragging himself away from you. he grabs your chin softly and tilts your head left and right, looking over your face. "what are you doing?" you ask.

"lookin' for whatever you're hiding."

"i'm not hiding anything, toji."

"uh huh."

shit. it's never a good sign when toji doesn't even try to pretend to believe anything you're saying, and the way he's looking over your face let's you know that he at least suspects you've done something to yourself that he should know about.

you keep your fist to his back as he looks over the rest of your body with a rather relaxed expression, which only means that he doesn't suspect you touching any of his weapons. yet.

you have to keep his attention away from the knife on the table so that he doesn't figure it out.

"can you stop messing around already? i wanna go take a shower," you try to say, but toji doesn't listen.

"turn around f'me."

"huh?"

"huh?" he mimics you, looking at you unimpressed. "turn."

you suck your teeth. "i hate when you get like this."

"and i hate when you lie, now turn."

you grimance. you can't turn around with him looking down at your hand, and you're sure by now that the napkin you hold is coated red. your eye twitches in that moment when you feel a line of blood drip down your wrist.

god dammit. you're so dead.

nonetheless, you try to keep your palm facing inward as you slip it from his back and turn over your left shoulder, which connects to the uninjured hand. the second your back is to him, you bring your bloody hand in front of you.

"yeah, no," you hear toji gruffly say. your heart hammers in your throat and you know what's coming next. he moves around you to wrap his hand around your wrist and tug at it.

you cringe, allowing yourself to accept your fate when he pulls forward your balled up hand.

"open."

"can't we just-"

"open."

you sigh heavily, slowly peeling open your palm to reveal the red-stained napkin balled in it, the line of blood rushing down your inner arm, and the slice that stretches across your hand.

toji's eyes blow wide, and before he asks you anything, he throws his head over his shoulder to locate the knife that sits on the table. "are you fucking kidding me, (y/n)?" he growls, turning back to face you angrily.

"okay, let's not act like this is so crazy!" you immediately defend, throwing your other arm up. "you leave your shit lying around all the time!"

"and every single time, i tell you that i'll take care of it. what the fuck, do i have to go child-proofing the house now because of you?"

"if you would just be more mindful of how you leave your space, you wouldn't even have to worry about shit like this! you shouldn't even have knives lying around in the first place."

"i'm a grown man, (y/n), i know how to avoid cutting myself with the weapons i use daily."

"you're being a prick."

"oh baby, you must not know me because i'm about to be worse," he grunts, eyes heated with fury, and you frown.

"toji, come onnn, it was an accident."

"what do i always say about my weapons, (y/n)?"

"i just wanted to help you put it away, is that so crazy?"

"what. do i say. about my weapons."

you deflate slightly, uneased by the rate at which toji is growing angry with you. "...not to touch them."

"so why the fuck did you touch them?" he growls, picking up the napkin in your palm and tossing it over his shoulder. he looks over your wound and clenches his jaw. "fucking hell, (y/n)."

"look, i'm sorry."

"shut the hell up and come on."

despite his rage, he leads you to the bathoom with surprising care.

when you arrive, he flicks on the light with his free hand and swipes up a cloth from under the sink. he turns to you, pressing it down to your wound to stop the bleeding. once it seems like it's done, he puts the cloth down and turns on the faucet. "put your hand under," he orders, guiding it to the cool water nonetheless.

the water hits your open wound bitterly and you jump, watching the blood run through the drain as toji washes your arm as well.

"sit," he nods over to the bathtub, shutting off the faucet.

you oblige mutely, shuffling over and holding out your hand. you sit slowly on the ledge of the tub and watch as toji shuffles through his cupboards for a bottle of peroxide, some bandages, and ointment. you dread what is coming, for you know your hand is gonna sting like a bitch.

toji thuds over to sit hunched on the closed toilet lid, leaning over to grab your hand again. you stretch your fingers out and he sighs, shaking his head. "so fucking hard-headed," he murmurs.

you watch him screw open the bottle of liquid.

"go slowly," you plead.

"it's gonna hurt all the same, doll," he tells you, and you pout. "you should listen next time, then maybe you wouldn't have to go through this."

"shut the fuck up."

toji clicks his tongue, glancing at you momentarily before leaning down and holding the bottle over you, grasping your wrist loosely with your hand above his knee. "keep still."

the peroxide comes flooding out of the bottle and onto your hand, bubbling instantly over your gash. you whimper, tensing your body and scrunching your eyes at the sting.

"i know," toji mumbles, smoothing his thumb gently over your wrist. "you're alright."

your fingers dig into your thigh as it continues to burn. toji leans over to put down the bottle and continues to caress your arm, lowering your hand to his lap. he blows over your palm slightly as the peroxide dries, and you eventually open your eyes.

"not so bad," he tells you. he leans himself back to reach for a new cloth then pats it around the gash, drying your hand and your arm. he reaches back again for the tube of almost empty ointment he found and twists it open, squeezing it over your wound. "shit, hold on," he stops. he lets you lift your hand as he rushes to wash his own before coming to sit back down at hold yours on his leg again, now with bandages in hand.

you watch him gently as he works the bandage over you with such attentiveness, a dip in his brow proving his focus. you suddenly feel guilty for making him worry.

"i'm sorry," you finally say again, this time with more meaning.

toji's green eyes snap up at you amidst his wrapping. "yeah?"

"i really was just trying to help you. didn't mean to stress you out."

toji sighs, pausing his movements to look you in the eye. "you need to be more careful. i tell you not to touch my stuff because it's not your responsibility. obviously i know you can yourself, but some of my shit's really dangerous and i don't want you gettin' hurt," he gestures to your hand. "it could've been a lot worse, but still."

"if you don't want me touching your weapons, toji, you should probably clean them up more," you quirk a brow and he exhales loudly.

"i'm seeing that now, yeah," he says. "i'll be more careful if you are. don't need my doll getting a bunch of scars 'cause of me, now."

you smile softly. "yeah. i won't touch your stuff anymore, i promise."

"...how about instead i just... teach you how to handle 'em the right way?"

you perk up. "really?"

"i don't see why not. i'd rather you know how to use some of it than see you scrape yourself up because you don't know how to hold a knife."

"don't be a smartass."

toji smirks, continuing with his wrapping of your hand. "i mean it. i'll sit down with you sometime to show you."

"...how about after we're done here?"

"don't fucking push it."

ryomen sukuna: (fever!)

you wake up in a cold sweat, shivering.

you groan in displeasure, rolling over, slightly discombobulated. it can't be any later than 7 am, but you are boiling hot. you press your hand to your forehead and curse. you're sweating profusely and you feel incredibly lightheaded.

you don't even have the energy to get up, but you know that you need to take your temperature. you shudder, carefully shuffling out of bed and wincing as every brush against your skin feels like the stab of a thousand pins and needles.

you lethargically make your way to your bathroom, the cool air hitting your neck and sending you into a fit of shivers. you cling to yourself, teeth chattering, and reach into your cabinet for a thermometer. with half-open eyes, you pop it under your tongue and make your way back to your bed, bundling up in your blankets and curling into a ball.

it feels like hours before the beep resounds, and you slowly lift it from your mouth to read the little digital numbers.

102.4. perfect.

you shudder in pain, tossing the thermometer to the side and nestling your face in your pillows. you feel like absolute shit, but you can't bring yourself to do much else. you need medicine, water, a cool compress, but none of those things you have access to currently.

you close your eyes as your mind swarms, body throbbing and shuddering with chills though the last thing you need is to be cuddled under the covers. you think maybe it will go away if you get some rest. maybe you just need to relax, to take some time in bed. you'll let sukuna know when-

shit! sukuna.

there's no way in hell or on earth that sukuna will allow you to go untreated if you tell him, but god, you don't feel like letting him know. despite his likely haste to make sure you have everything you need, you can only imagine the snarky comments about your fragility, your strange body, your vulnerability that he''ll spout.

you don't want to hear it. you don't want to hear any of it, because you're sure that if you do, you'll start crying. you're already worn down, clearly, and the last thing you need on top of a fever is your boyfriend joking about your weak state.

you elect to stay in bed and tell sukuna you'll see him another time if he pesters you today.

which of course, he does.

a whirlwind of alarming dreams that you almost thought were hallucinations are disrupted by the persistent buzzing of your phone on your dress. you groan, reaching out a shaky hand to blindly grab the device and answer the call, pressing it to your ear with no knowledge of who you're speaking to.

"yes?" you croak.

"can't answer a telephone call the first time it rings?" sukuna's voice thunders through the mic, and you lift your brows.

"kuna?" you try to say his name normally, despite the constant chatter of your teeth.

"who the hell else would it be?"

"sorry... i was asleep."

"at this hour?"

"...what'dy'mean?"

"jesus, woman, it's 2 in the afternoon. why the hell are you still in bed?"

you reel momentarily at his words. 2 pm? it was just 7 in the morning! have you really been sleeping all this time?

"oh..." is all you can manage to say before a chill wracks your body again. you cringe, curling into yourself and holding the phone away from you.

"oh?" the king of curses repeats. "what is the matter with you?"

"n-nothing," you respond quickly. "i guess i was up late last night. i was c-completely knocked out..." you tremble.

"last night you told me you were going to sleep early because you were tired, you brat."

fuckkkk.

how could you have forgotten about that? you hadn't been feeling well last night, which is likely the reason why you feel so much worse today, so you turned in early. "i- couldn't fall asleep until later, though," you mumble.

"you are attempting to deceive me," sukuna grunts. "care to explain why?"

"m'not, kuna," you sigh halfheartedly.

"what exactly do you take me for?"

you're really not in the mood for this. you're aching at this point, and you can tell your body temperature has only risen. you're so weak. you can barely even process the fact that you're on the phone, and you can't handle sukuna's attitude. not if he's not going to help, which you automatically assume that he won't.

"i'm going back to bed," you say softly.

"what do you mean back to bed?!" sukuna fumes. "seriously, what the hell is the matter with you. you sound ill."

"i'm not i-ill."

"then why do you keep stumbling over your words, woman?" he questions, his voice mellowing out into a steady intensity. "what is it now? your monthly plague? whatever you people call allergies?"

this is exactly why you don't want him to know. he handles these things too crudely, as if it's a burden upon his existence. "y-you ask too many damn questions."

"i wouldn't have to if you answered them. now talk."

"i'm fine, sukuna. i'm just gonna go back to sleep."

"you hang up this phone, i'm at your door in two seconds."

"that's impossible."

"try me."

you know he's serious, but you don't have the energy. you can't stay on the phone with him any longer, trying to speak like nothing's wrong. it's cold. so cold, but you're so hot. you're probably drenched in a pool of your own sweat, but you can't feel it. you want to sleep. you just want him to let you sleep.

your vision grows dizzy as you stare ahead, brows arching in discomfort. you think you press the end call button, but you can still hear his voice picking up in urgency... is he shouting? are you even on the phone anymore? you aren't sure.

your vision suddenly drifts into inky blackness as the phone rests beside you on your pillow. the last thing you are aware of before you slip into unconsciousness again is banging at your front door.

sukuna bursts into your apartment mere minutes after you stopped answering him on the phone. he looks about ready to kill, crimson eyes wide and pupils shrunken as he breathes heavily, looking all over your apartment.

he's stomping to your room and throwing the door open when he sees you laying in the bed. "(y/n)!" he barks, searching for some response from you, but all he recieves or nonsensical murmurs.

he moves quickly to the side of your bed and grabs at your shoulder, turning you over to find your sheets drenched and your face tight with discomfort. he falters, heart jerking at the sight. "...the fuck?"

he presses a hand to your sweat-drenched face and furrows his brows in concern. you're hot. too hot for the temperature of a human being, and you're sweating like crazy, mumbling things under your breath in your sleep he can't even hear.

"the fuck did you do?" he grumbles, starting to internally panic. he scrambles to remember what this could be. he knows of plague, of pestilence, so maybe you're suffering some form of that?

hell, he can't tell. not from a glance. he's not even sure if he knows how to help you. you're entirely too hot for him to brush this off like it's nothing, and you passed out in the middle of speaking to him.

he looks over and sees the thermometer on your sheets and leans over to pick it up. the screen reads a high number, which he assumes is the temperature of your body. curious himself, he prods open your jaw and tucks it into your mouth, pressing the button the way you had shown him when you had the flu to reset the time.

"come the fuck on," he growls as seconds tick by before it beeps, and he pulls it from your lips to read 104.7.

he doesn't know how far it is from your usual temp, but he knows it's high. too high.

he's quick to dial uraume for some more information, and the second he hears that you need immediate medical help, he's picking you up and making a run for it without even thinking that uraume can likely help you.

when you wake, you're blinded by nauseating lights blaring down overhead. "ugh," you groan, feeling light and disoriented. you turn your head to the side and blink, to find sukuna's face staring directly at you rather harshly.

you jump slightly, startled. "what-?" you start, scrunching your eyes to adjust to the sight before you. "sukuna? what are you..." you trail off when you realize that you aren't in your house, nor are you at sukuna's estate. instead, you're in a hospital bed hooked up to a series of fluids.

your eyes go wide as you sit up suddenly, only to be hit with a sudden dizzy spell that sends you leaning back into the bed.

"don't move," he orders, and you turn to him in confusion. never would you have expected to see the day that sukuna sits in a chair beside you in a hospital.

"why are we... what happened?"

"apparently you had a high fever," he answers harshly, fist-propping his chin up over his leg. "too high for you to be seen in my care, and too high for you to be lying in bed as though nothing was wrong."

your heart sinks. "how high?"

"when we got here, tipping past 105."

"...are you serious?"

"i had to come bust down your door to make sure you were alive. i put you on an empty roller downstairs because these fucking dumbass doctors can't see me and i had to get their attention so they could notice you. yes, i am serious."

he sounds pissed. and you hardly want to think of what he means by ‘getting their attention.’

"what do you have to say for yourself? for daring to lie to me? for pretending like you weren't on the brink of a much worse fate?"

"...i..."

"you're so lucky you're unwell, girl, because you don't even want to imagine the things i would do to you as punishment for putting yourself in such a ridiculous situation," he growls. "all you had to do was tell me and i would have taken care of it before it got worse."

you blink, almost dumbfounded. you still aren't all there, but you can tell that your fever has gone down significantly. you're no longer sweating and fewer chills wrack your body. "...huh?"

"did that fucking fever scramble your brain or what?" he fumes, eyeing you sharply. "you should have told me."

you part your lips slightly as you look at him. "honestly, sukuna, i didn't think you'd really... i don't know-"

"care?"

"no, not care. i just didn't think you'd handle it well. i didn't even handle it well myself."

"you believe me to be incapable of tending to sickness?"

"no, i just thought you'd like... not take it seriously."

sukuna's eyes darken, and you realize that you may have said the wrong thing. "in what reality would i fail to take any threat to your health seriously, whether you are frail or not?"

"see, that's what i mean. you always have to slip in something about me being frail."

"because you are. as a member of your species. look at where you lay currently," sukuna grimaces. "that is not an insult to you, it's an observation. it's an insult, however, to everyone else who isn't you."

you relax slightly. "then you were actually worried?"

sukuna scoffs. "why the hell do you think i'm sitting in a human hospital with your sick ass right now? i thought we were past you believing i do not concern myself over you."

you suddenly feel foolish, having forced yourself to suffer in your isolation and simultaneously made sukuna, of all people, worry over you.

"hm. feeling foolish, are you?" he says, reading your mind.

"shut up,," you whine, only to clutch your stomach suddenly with a groan. sukuna sighs as he gently eases your head back onto the pillow.

"i told you not to exert yourself. you give me a headache."

"kuna," you mumble.

"what?"

"can you... take me home?"

sukuna raises a brow. "home?"

"to your place," you clarify. "i don't wanna be here. i just want to be with you. want you to hold me."

"you're such a needy thing," he exhales, toying with a strand of your hair as he leans over and gazes gently at you. "you have medications you need to take."

"then bring them with."

"and if you get sick again? you've only been here ten hours."

"ten?!" you exclaim.

"you were very ill, (y/n)."

you groan. "ten is long enough. i hate hospitals. take me home. i feel better anyway, and if i get worse, i’ll just go to uraume."

sukuna sighs, standing slowly. "after i get these tubes out of you without further damaging you, i will take you home," he says, looking over the IVs that you're hooked up to.

you close your eyes tiredly and nod in acceptance. "okay," you murmur.

he grunts. "let me find some damn instructions.”

"kuna," your hand weakly reaches out to catch his wrist and he stops, turning to look down at you.

"what is it?"

you open your eyes to look up at him fondly, exhaustion welling in your gaze. "thank you."

the king of curses clenches his jaw. he smoothes ahead over your now warm forehead and leans over you. "don't do some shit like this again."

“Can I date Y/N, please?” [Genshin Impact - Diluc and Kaeya’s sibling edition]

Summary: In which your potential Genshin lover asks your Genshin sibling(s) if he can date you.

Characters: Diluc and Kaeya as your brothers, Aether, Albedo, Venti, Bonus: Tartaglia, gn!reader

Notes: There was a similar request a while ago but for the volleyball AU, I might do that or I might not but what are your thoughts on this brand new brainrot I have? I felt like I just needed a change of pace about what I write, needed something platonic-ish but also cute and funny??? idk. These days I feel like my genre is changing a little, or I just need a break from romance.

Warnings: crack elements, fluff, overprotective siblings, alcohol consumption, Diluc and Kaeya are civil towards each other, complicated deception in Tartaglia’s part, I only mixed and matched certain characters cause I thought those would be particularly interesting, some are longer than the others cause I enjoyed writing it more.

Your brothers: Diluc & Kaeya

Who wants to date you: Aether

“Relaaaaaaax, you’ve fought a giant dragon before, this is nothing!” Easy for Paimon to say, Aether thinks. Not for him, when he was going to ask Diluc and Kaeya for their blessings to date you. The Kaeya part, not too bad. The Diluc part…Aether didn’t know what to think. 

Keep reading

Can I please have a headcanon for the streamers au where they get your character on a rerun of your banner?

You most certainly can! I really do love the streamer au a lot, probs my favorite to write for Genshin :3 I hope you enjoy~ <3

Venti:

Having been the first ever character banner of the released game he wasn’t even prepared in trying to wish for your character

Since then he’s had to live through his friends who were fortunate to get you, but hearing word that you’d be getting rerun was so exciting

He made sure to save up every primogem he could and even saved up money for the just in case funds (he’s had to hold back on buying alcohol or at least buy cheaper brands) 

The moment your banner is live he’s already streaming eager to go to start wishing. His chat is sending good luck and good vibes as the chaos begins while Venti is singing for you to come home

He’s probably calculated things so that he was close to his pity as he could only pray that the archons will let him win his pity:

When getting the gold star he’s eager, but seeing it was a different 5 star he didn’t have or added constellation he’s very sad; however there’s still hope as now he had you guaranteed 

But if he won his 50/50 he is spinning in his chair out of joy; he’ll be even more ecstatic if he gets multiple of you in a 10 pull, it’s a miracle 

You are instantly going into his party, he’s going to level you up since he had prepared himself beforehand so he’s all set. You’re at the front of his party and you will forever stay there

Albedo:

He was one of the few that really wanted to get you when your first banner was released. It was rather disappointing when he was unable to get you from failed pity

Though now that the announcement that you’d be getting a rerun at some point he was getting his hopes up again as he is very much prepared this time around

He has been very good about saving up as also he has been very strategic of what banners he wanted to pull on before you came out wanting to have others that would best support your skills and burst

When the time has come he has been drawing during the whole maintenance time on stream. Mainly it was doodles of you or even possibly an oc he was working on

When it’s finally live he is very confident, since he probably has it all calculated out especially if he had failed his last pity. This will be one of the rare moments when his viewers get to see him show a lot of emotion. You are being put right into the party and before he does anything of building you with what he got prepared just for you; he’s going straight to the voicelines to hear your birthday dialog since his birthday was in September, life is good

Childe:

Truly it was a shocker that he didn’t manage to get you on your banner when your first banner was out. He was very bummed out as you were so cool but also really attractive for an “enemy”. On one bright side of things he did get your weapon so that was all prepared for when you do come home 

He is the MOST impatient one out of the other streams when having to wait during maintenance, but he will not sleep until he can finally wish for you. But of course he’s gonna stream Doom or some other fighting intense game to hang out with his viewers for the meantime

He probably would be doing giveaways as well in celebration of your banner returning or just sending surprise donations to other genshin streamers that happen to be streaming during the downtime as well 

When the time finally comes he is literally bouncing in his gamer chair with pure excitement. But of course before he starts wishing he absolutely has to have your plushie in his arms because he just loves you that much

Regardless if he had won or lost his pity, the moment you first appear and he sees your splash art he’s crying tears of joy that you’ve finally arrived and he can spoil you (tho of course he ain’t gonna stop until he gets all your const.) As of course you’re first in his party and he literally has all the materials to not only ascend you to level 100, but to crown your talents too (he wasn’t playin around) all in all he was very prepared for your arrival

Ayaka:

She was devastated when she failed to bring you home during your first banner, but upon hearing that you would be coming back again fairly in a close coming update she was filled with hope once again

Of course she had been trying to save up (though sometimes she couldn’t help but dip into her wishes for other characters) but now that it was confirmed that you were coming back she got back on track of saving her gems as of course she is more than willing to spend some money if she needed to

When it comes maintenance time she probably would kill time hanging out with Thomas and Ayato (who also play) just so she could distract herself since it felt like it was taking ages to finish

Or if she wasn’t with the two she was seeing to other important matters that needed to be taken care of that needed her attention, but even then she’s a little distracted wondering if the update finished

She would certainly stream once she was able to get into the game to play as she’s just excited that you would be finally coming home to her. She was going to be happy if you had come home once, but if it was possible to unlock your consts then she’d be even more happy. She just loves you a lot and it definitely showed since she had all she needed for you all set and ready to equip and of course you would be placed in her teapot so your character was the first one she saw when she went there

Raiden Shogun:

Even though she tried to not show it to her viewers, she was rather disappointed when you didn’t come home when your banner was first out: she had your weapon prepared, she collected artifacts that she thought would best suit you, she had even started collecting the materials needed for you. Sure it was unfortunate she couldn’t play as you, but that just gave her some extra time to be even more prepared for whenever they would rerun your banner

It was a surprised to hear that your rerun would be much sooner than she anticipated since you were still a fairly new character to the game, but nonetheless she was happy to hear she would get another chance to finally bring you home

She’s another busy person so she’s not even thinking about the maintenance time unless she has a moment of downtime during her work. 

Yae stays teasing Ei about your character because she knows how much Ei adores you (of course Yae had gotten your character during your first banner so she tends to playfully tease her best friend). 

There. Will. Be. Sweets. Of course she’s also a big sucker for desserts herself so what better way to bribe you to come home than to have your favorite food with her while she wished on your banner. She’s someone who doesn’t show much emotion during her streams, but when your splash art appears on her screen she’s going to have a smile on her face and the chat will probably blow up about how pretty her smile is and congratulating her

Ganyu:

Sweet baby had been so sad when she lost pity and failed to bring you home during your first banner but she was already starting to save up for whenever they’d ever re-release your banner again. So when she finally got news of your rerun she was so happy that she wouldn’t have to wait as long as she originally thought she would have to

She already is a very busy person and very hard working so when it comes down to the maintenance time her job makes it easy for her to be distracted during that time frame. Though if she had some free time when she was all done with work for the day she’d probably do some writing 

She would never work on her short fics on stream, she would be too embarrassed if her viewers were watching her while she was writing it, but it makes her happy knowing that they rather enjoy reading the cute stories of her oc and you together. But she is totally cool with talking about story tropes and about her oc, it sometimes helps inspire Ganyu for things she would possibly want to work on in the future

She’s so nervous when the time finally comes though she probably wouldn’t start wishing as soon as your banner is live. She’d probably do the things like commissions and maybe gathering the few things she needed left for you before trying to wish on your banner

She totally would close her eyes during the ten pulls, too nervous to possibly watch the shooting star glow gold. She’s definitely a player who would scream when first seeing the silhouette of your splash art appear on her screen; you finally have graced Ganyu’s day with your presence. You’re going right into the party and she can happily go exploring with you, she can’t help but gush over you and express how happy she is that you’re home

ok i know i have like 6 asks in my box right now, but i keep having a bunch of random ideas lately.

like imagine rough sex with childe. he's all stressed because of work, so you offer to help him out and he just manhandles tf outta you (✨consensually, ofc✨)

warnings: dom!childe and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

rough sex, marking, a little choking, some dacryphilia, overstimulation, cussing, petnames (childe calls reader princess, babe, and good girl), size kink. also let it be known, anytime there is penetration, they're using condoms. we promote safe sex here ♡ aftercare at the end bc i'm a soft bitch idc!

"holy shit, princess." childe gasped, chuckling as his fingers pressed into your hips. "how are you still so fucking tight?"

your hands gripped the blankets beneath you, balling the fabric into your fists. it was extremely hot with childe's body pressing yours into the bed roughly. you could feel your hair sticking to the sides of your face from the sweat lining your skin.

you were still so sensitive from all of the rough foreplay earlier in the evening. he fingered you while mouthing at your clit until you couldn't distinguish when you actually were coming.

childe snapped you back to reality as you felt his hand pressed against the column of your neck. his fingers gently squeezed the sides, nothing to cause pain, only to restrict your airflow briefly.

you let out a quiet squeak as your attention turned back on him. "hey, what are you thinking about, pretty girl? don't get distracted while i'm fucking you, now."

you parted your lips to speak as he shoved his cock deeper inside you. the tufts of hair lining his pubic bone swiped over your oversensitive clit perfectly as you writhed under him.

he slowly let go of your throat, opting to grip your chin instead. "i was-oh i was thinking about you eating me out-!" you ended with a gasp as childe angled his hips, pressing impossibly deeper. "fuck, you're gonna break me-" your eyes began to water with crystal clear tears as childe cooed.

"oh how pretty.." he wiped the tears that spilled from your eyes with his thumb. "you can take it, can't you? i thought you wanted- fuck...i thought you wanted to be my good girl? make me feel better after my shitty day at work?" childe reminded you as you bit your lip, reminding yourself of your promise.

you gingerly nodded as he grinned, moving your fists from where they were balled up above your head. he pinned your wrists down with one of his hands, reminding you just how large he was.

"look at how small you are, babe. you're so cute." he almost went soft for a moment before he suddenly pulled out. childe gripped your waist firmly before moving you around on the bed as he wished. his hands were large against your body, covering more of your skin than your own could. and he lifted you with such ease, it almost made you wonder what he really did for a living.

until he pushed you face-first into the bed. he raised your hips up, forcing your back to arch deeply before sliding back in.

"childe-!" you cried out, muffled by the bed sheets as he firmly gripped your hips, beginning to pick up the previous rhythm.

"do you feel good, princess? hm?" he grinned as you nodded breathlessly against the blankets.

"yes- fuck- i want more! harder!" you begged him, thighs shaking slightly. childe swore he saw hearts in his vision listening to you beg for him.

"you're even dirtier than i am. how adorable." he obliged, however, thrusting into your pussy faster than he had before, hips now angled perfectly to hit the spot he knew you loved.

you moaned into the bed helplessly, held down firmly by childe as you begged to come.

"you have been a good girl..." he went quiet, pretending he was pondering the thought as he suddenly reached one of his hands down to play with your clit.

your hips jumped when he made contact with the bud, hearing him laugh behind you.

"go ahead, pretty girl. come on my cock for me." childe coaxed as he rubbed harsh circles into your clit. combined with the stimulation to your front and deep inside you, it wasn't long before your thighs began to shake as you reached your high.

you collapsed further into the mattress before childe once again changed your position for you.

now you found yourself on his lap, your back against his chest with his cock still deep inside of you.

he kept one hand spanned over your throat, pinning you to him to prevent you from falling forward as he continued to thrust into you. you cried out, nails digging into his thighs lightly.

"childe! i can't! i just came!" you gasped, writhing and squirming on his lap to no avail. he held you tightly against him, and you could tell even now he was holding back somewhat.

he kept thrusting up into you, leaning his head down to kiss your shoulders. he moved the hand on your throat just slightly so he could kiss your throat.

he suddenly bit down gently, sucking at the skin beneath your ear as you squirmed. "no not there- i have to- they're going to see and-"

"let them. i want everyone to know who spoils you fucking rotten." childe grinned behind you, continuing to place marks up and down the column of your throat. he trailed some across your shoulders and collarbones too, all while pressing himself into you.

you could tell he was getting close by his uneven thrusts as you tried to move your hips down against his.

"i'm gonna come soon, pretty girl." he warned you anyways, though he could tell you knew by your movements to aid him.

his hips suddenly stilled inside of you, slowly humping into you as his hand went lax around your throat.

as a result, your head fell back against his shoulder, hearing his soft breaths and groans in your ear.

he slowly eased himself out, being gentle with your sensitive pussy as he laid you down on the bed.

he tied the condom, throwing it away in the trash before pulling his boxers back on and disappearing into the bathroom.

he was back in seconds with a wash cloth and tub of water, kneeling on the floor. he pulled you towards the edge of the bed as you laid down exhausted.

"deja vu, huh?" he teased, referring to your position as your face heated up. he slowly moved the washcloth over your sensitive areas, clearing away any slick left on you.

he was careful with you, despite the roughness he was capable of and demonstrated nearly five minutes prior.

"all clean." he smiled at you, kissing your forehead as he tucked you into the bed, removing the dirty blankets and replacing them with new ones. as soon as he laid down next to you, your eyes threatened to close, cuddling into his chest, feeling his soft breaths against your neck as he lulled you to sleep.

stop making fanfics about characters raping and sexually assaulting y/n, you are fucking disgusting people who romanticize a serious crime that happens every day to children and women

"but that's just reading dark romance" that's not a dark romance, that's just the stuff of a horrible fetish, IF YOU HAVE A RAPE FETISH, GO SEEK FOR FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST HELP!!!!!!!!!!

Was it worth it?

Imagine being an adepti along side him... and well... ehe~!

"Traveler... what are you doing here?" A raspy voiced called out, arms crossed over his chest as he stood behind the traveler.

"Xiao~!!" Paimon cheered waving her hands happily as the traveler nodded in greetings. "By any chance you've seen zhongli? We're looking for him as you can see."

"You shouldn't bother him this day. Leave." Xiao continued before disappearing upon his anemo vision.

"Hey!!!" Paimon yelled out in frustration stomping her feet on air "you can't just sah that and leave!!"

"Ugh whatever... let's just go and look for zhongli on jueyun karst."

Traveler deep in thought snapped out of it as paimon waved her hands in front of them.

Why was Xiao acting that way?

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Morax... Zhongli... Rex Lapis...

He... called himself multiple names, as his people hailed him Rex Lapis or Morax the God of Contracts. The two of you had fought wars together with the other adeptis, different Gods and Goddesses...

To each other you were of equal footing, until they came...

"Morax..." you bowed down behind him as he faced the sun, he muttered of your name. People had beliefs that each animal symbolizes personality, that was very much true.

As Morax stood as the dragon, you stood as the tiger, his polar opposite. "There is a war brewing for the seven thrones..."

"Do you plan to join, my Lord?" You asked, finally raising your head up and looking at him. "I... do not... I merely want to protect these people."

"Then I shall stand by you." You answered him confidently, "but time will come where we have to join the war, My Lord. We cannot stand by the sidelines forever... One way or another they will fprce themselves upon you."

Zhongli knew of this... that he had to get blood upon his hands and yours.

"Will you still stay by my side, Báihŭ?" You perked up at this, this... this wasn't your name...

"Bái... hŭ? But of course my Lord... I will stay by your side..." you answered him truthfully, "Báihŭ... the Tiger that could be the only one to stand worthy by the dragon's side..." He answered you.

"You are free to flee anytime you want as we are not bound by a contract, only by companionship." Morax finally turning around to face you, staring right into your eyes.

You merely nodded in answer "call out my name, my Lord if you ever need me again" you whispered as you disappeared out of his sight with your vision.

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"Zhongli!!" Paimon cheered out as her and the traveler finally found zhongli.

Zhongli didn't answer them however choosing to stay in his position in front of something they couldn't understand...

"Zhongli...?" Paimon questioned, as her and the traveler finally reached him. Zhongli placed his finger to his lips in signal for them to keep quiet.

The traveler now in front of the statue he could finally see that it was....

Another adepti... like Pervases....

It was a curled up tiger.... why... was...

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Why did it seem in pain...?

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The traveler went up amd pulled out a leftover inscence placing it by the other lit up ones as they sat beside zhongli whom sipped his tea quietly...

"This... is... (y/n)... báihŭ..." zhongli answered quietly.

"Are you alright...?" Traveler questionned him as paimon floated beside them...

Zhongli stared blankly at the question... was he... fine?

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Zhongli had found you back then you were but and experiment gone rogue... he found you destroying anything and everything you could find...

As a God he had to rid of you.

That was... until he saw the reasoning behind your destruction having followed you after you caused a wreckage and returned 'home'.

This home... however was no home... he could see now that the cause of your destructiveness was the constant torture that you received if you failed to meet the expectations of the one who claimed to be your master.

He took you in immediately after he had gotten rid of this master...

Taught you of how to control yourself... how to be better and brought out knew things for you to learn off.

He had named you.

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The war had finally begun, the lord of geo, Morax had finally made his movement against other Gods as they slaughtered his people.

He didn't want to join this war, but if it meant to protect his people. So be it.

You fought by his side, and there came your contract with him. Companionship forgotten, a contract was born.

You swore an oath....

There will be Gods who destroy and there will be those who chooses peace. Know the difference and help those in need.

Báihŭ. The yin and the First yaksha. Adeptus Báihŭ. The only one worthy enough to stand ground with the dragon.

Thus... people hailed you.

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"Báihŭ... fought along side me in the war for one of the seven seats. Where we met others as we fought for our people and our beliefs. As the God of Contracts, I had my contract for my people, Báihŭ was one of the many who didn't want a contract but to accompany me. It was until that wretched war came that... that contract was made."

"Many came to win and live up to this day, but... many also lost..."

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"Guizhong!!!"

There all of them stood as they saw the God of Dust met their end. This wretched war lasted longer than it should... it has costed the life of a friend. Zhongli stared at their friend whom turned into stone.

Zhongli could not handle it... with the loss of many lives as he lived a long life. It hurted him deeply to know he truly would be the only one left.

You tried to comfort him... stayed beside him as he mourned the loss. Made sure that even he had time to take care of himself and not just worry about the war.

With the God of Contracts in mourn you fought his war. Slaughtered other Gods for what they have done and the wrongings they're doing. Unknowingly... your people's views changed of you. As they saw you morph into a thing they feared as other people lost their Gods due to your slaughtering.

This was your contract.

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Zhongli let out a deep breath as he tried to keep it all in... it was his weapon that pierced through and ended you...

Paimon and the Traveler looked at each other worriedly as the traveler reached out and patted Zhongli's shoulder before standinh up and deciding to leave the God alone to mourn....

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The words and lies spread fast through each people.

An adeptus that could kill Gods.

The news spread far and wide causing terror to multiple people... even your own switched and looked at you in fear.

Each people blamed you for their God's death.

The God of Dust's people blamed you for their God's death. Zhongli having heard of the rumour for your actions, thought that this was true.

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Where were you when they mourned for guizhong's death?

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You were there when guizhong died... but disappeared as they witnessed guizhing to turn into dust.

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Perhaps you did kill guizhong.

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Zhongli having enough decided to look for you at jueyun karst. Seeing you there sitting peacefully and yet covered in blood of the God's you've slaughtered. Zongli could not contain it in himself any longer to confront and speak to you.

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You will suffer the wrath of the rock.

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Zhongli ran towards you and kicked you as he watched you hit a nearby rock and cry out in pain from his actions, giving you no time to react, he summoned his spear and pierced it through your chest.

Deep enough to cut you and not yet end you. You yelped in pain at this trying to push him off only for the spear to deepen even more and your hands to get slashed at the movement.

"You killed her!!! You killed guizhong!!!"

Hearing this your eyes widened looking up at Morax...

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No

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This wasn't Morax

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Morax trusted you...

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Not this one....

Where... did he even get the idea that you would kill guizhong? Guizhong was your friend as much as he was also her friend...

You whined in pain unable to speak and defend yourself...

Zhongli glared at your weak form, anger clouding his rational thoughts. You will suffer his wrath.

"I will give you a chance to explain yourself. Báihŭ."

Being an adeptus meant you could still heal yourself up and fight back...

Why weren't you fighting back?

You laid there deep in though as to wether you should tell the truth... but those people... your contract to protect them... even from yourself... even if it meant you...

"I... did..."

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Zhongli gritted his teeth and growled as he pushed the spear through you, watchinv as it passed through your body in a single whoosh and your blood spilling his spear tainting the lands with yours.

You whined in pain as you accepted your faith... If it meant... that Morax... will be fine... so be it....

There you died in vain... your body morphing into stone... much like how every other adeptus would one day...

A tiger curled up... as cracks spread all over you from where Moraz himself gave you your punishment...

You weren't worthy to be seen

For you were a failure of an adeptus.

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"Traveler. Has the conqueror of demons fail to inform you to leave the god of contracts alone...?" A female voice spoke out, cloud retainer.

"He did! But we really needed to ask him a question... we were persistent...." paimon explained as she rubbed her nape in sheepishness.

"Hey cloud retainer..." the traveler started, to which she hummed in reply "whose the tiger adeptus....?"

"Báihŭ."

"That's it?" Paimon spoke out after the long silence. "Patience!!" Cloud retainer angrily answered spreading her wings. "Humans these days!!!"

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Days passed since he took your life... since he killed you on that mountain and never returned... since the war had ended and he sat upon the throne

He learned of the truth.

It was another God that had killed Guizhong... and those people had blamed you for taking vengeance and following the contract...

He could only stand there in horror as he heard of the truth from other adeptus...

They had kept this truth from him.

There he immediately ran off and shifted into a dragon to get to you faster... to theountain where he placed his wrath upon you...

Where he left you to die....

He landed on the mluntain in a crash as he could barely contain the emotions that ran through him, he looked for your form only to see the over grown leaves.

He removed every overgrown leaves and vines digging for you. Whines escaped his muzzle as he bit of and teared what he could.

Finally getting rid of everything in his path...

There your stone form stood...

Shifting back into his human form he reached a hand out towards you... touching what used to be soft fur now hardened stone... he weeped.

His cries echoing in mourn throughout the land he owned...

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"It was not guizhong that held his heart. It was theirs, Báihŭ." Cloud retainer finished.

Paimon and the Traveler looking down sadly as their eyes drifted to the man who mourned over you to this day...