Until Death Due Us Part

more fanart for @lespepsippr because ALLLL marks are yearners deep down and i love coming up with different hairstyles and hcs for their personalities with each of the readers.

i like to think mohawk mc learned which variant she was dealing with and said fuck that and dedicated her time in the invincible universe becoming an academic weapon instead (he noticed her anyway rest in peace)

SHE JUST LEFT. WINK WINK.

cw: fluff, crack, established relationship.

ch: choso kamo, ino takuma, kento nanami, suguru geto, hajime kashimo, ijichi kiyotaka, satoru gojo, toji fushiguro.

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Giving you roses

⤬ when you receive flowers that aren’t from them

incl ⤬ Nanami Satoru Suguru Toji Choso Ino Sukuna

xtra ⤬ this kinda sucks but wanted to post <\3 srry for inactivity

Based off of THIS ADORABLE VIDEO OMG—

As soon as you walk into your daughter’s room, the first thing you notice is her empty bed. The Bluey blankets that were once warmly protecting her are now thrown to the floor haphazardly, and her Bingo plushie is long forgotten about. An immediate feeling of worry washes over you, so the first place you go is your and your husband’s shared bedroom.

“My love, where is—“

Your words cut off as soon as you spot two heads of fluffy white hair in your bed, a feeling of relief washing over you; at least you know where your daughter is now…

“Toru,” you lean over the bed, careful not to wake your little angle who’s sleeping cuddled against her dad’s chest, “Toru wake up.”

Satoru’s crystal eyes shoot open as soon as he feels your hand brush against the arm he’s using to hold your daughter against his chest. “Hm?” He hums sleepily, looking around as if he’d just taken a century long nap.

“My love,” you say, trying not to giggle, “we need to put her to bed.”

It takes a moment for Satoru to process your words, but once he does, a frown immediately appears on his face. “Nooo, we’re sleeping,” he mumbles, lying his head back down on his pillow.

“Baby, she needs to sleep in her own bed, remember?”

“Who made that rule?”

“We did,” you can’t help but laugh.

Satoru’s sleepy eyes look between you and the sleeping toddler in his arms, his expression resembling that of a man making the hardest decision he’s ever had to make.

“But she looks so precious…let her sleep,” he begs you.

You cock your head to the side, exhaling a huff of amusement. “I know she does, but she needs to sleep in her own—“

“Her own bed, yeah, yeah, yeah,” he meekly waves you off, “but she’s safe here. I’ll put her back tomorrow…”

“Toru, you’re not even making sense anymore,” you sigh, slipping under the covers to cuddle up to them, “just go to sleep, dork.”

ACTOR TOJI MASTERLIST ౨ৎ

SHORT FICS/ONE SHOTS

౨ৎ toji & yn + puppies!

౨ৎ i’ll look after you

౨ৎ i only see you

౨ৎ toji + lie detector test

౨ৎ ‘best kiss’

౨ৎ toji reads thirst tweets

౨ৎ uhm…are you guys dating?

LONG FICS (5k+)

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HEADCANONS

౨ৎ toji & yn being a couple, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

౨ৎ toji as an actor

BLURBS

౨ৎ kisscam

౨ৎ rain kisses

౨ৎ interviewer who loves yn

౨ৎ protective toji

౨ৎ making up

౨ৎ actor toji on live

SERIES

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baby fever - c.kamo

a/n: reader is not pregnant!!

shopping with choso was always an interesting event. walking through the aisles of walmart as he stared in wonder at the multitude of colors was one of the highlights of your day.

but this time.. you'd lost him. he was gone, not answering his phone and completely disappeared from your side. you sigh as you search for him, you had only looked away for a second. how in the world did you lose your 6' something, built like a tank boyfriend?!

suddenly you see those two spiky buns peaking out from above a behind a rack of clothing.

"cho there you are- what are you looking at?"

in his big hands he's holding the most adorable, tiniest little onesie. you practically coo at the gentle look in his eyes.

"it's so tiny."

"well its for a newborn," you say with a smile, joining him in sorting through the miniscule outfits. its silent for a moment before choso speaks.

"i want a baby."

you raise your eyebrows at the half-curse.

"... a baby?"

"yeah," he smiles widely and holds the onesie up, "we can put it in this."

you laugh and take the onesie from him, folding it up and placing it back on the rack.

"i dunno about that... i don't think we're ready for a little one quite yet."

he pouts at you, his head dropping to rest on yours. he gives you a dramatic sigh and you giggle before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"in the mean time... we can always practice making one."

his grin returns and he looks at you with hooded eyes. then he grabs your hand and purse and walks off leaving the cart behind.

"wha- hey! we're not done shopping."

"we gotta practice pretty, gonna make sure that once we'll be ready when the time comes."

So if i said..... Rejecting shaunas advances because shes in her scary cave woman era and you like natalie, what then?

(DONT MAKE HER KILL ME PRETTY PLEASE)

ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ | ɴ.ꜱ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1034

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜᴀᴜɴᴀ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʀᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴇʟʟ. ɴᴀᴛ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴀᴛᴀʟɪᴇ ꜱᴄᴀᴛᴏʀᴄᴄɪᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱʜᴀᴜɴᴀ ꜱʜɪᴘᴍᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ).

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴜɴᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ.

Shauna cornered you just as you stepped away from the firepit, cutting you off near the edge of the trees. Her arms crossed tight over her chest like she was trying to hold herself back, like if she didn’t, she might say or do something she couldn’t take back. Her eyes burned into yours, sharp and steady.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Natalie lately,” she said, voice low, like it was a threat.

You shifted uncomfortably, brushing a pine needle off your sleeve. “We’ve been trading cigarettes. Talking.”

Shauna scoffed. “Right. Talking.”

There was a silence that stretched too long. The kind that made your skin crawl. You tried to step around her, but she mirrored you, blocking the path again, closer this time. Her eyes flicked down your face, lingering like she was memorizing your features or cataloging everything she thought belonged to her.

“You don’t have to play games,” she said. “Not with me.”

“I’m not,” you replied carefully, not sure what she thought was happening here, but you could feel it building, that thing she did when she got too still, too serious, like a storm winding up inside her. “Shauna, I think you’re—”

“I see how you look at me,” she interrupted. “How you don’t look away when I stare at you. How you let me touch your stuff. You don’t let anyone else do that.”

You swallowed. “That doesn’t mean I want—”

Shauna stepped in, just a breath away now, her voice low and tight. “I want you.”

It stunned you, not because it was a surprise, Shauna didn’t exactly hide the way she acted around you, but because she said it so plainly, like it was a fact.

You blinked. Took a breath. Then shook your head, gentle but firm. “Shauna, I like Nat.”

Her face didn’t change at first. Not even a flicker. But then something in her eyes shifted like someone had slammed a door shut behind them.

She let out a bitter little laugh, dry and mean. “Of course you do.”

“I’m sorry—“

She didn’t answer; she just tilted her head like she was trying to see through you. “You should be sorry. You think she’s safer? You think she’s better for you?”

“Shauna, It’s not about that.”

“No,” she said, “it’s not. Because if it was, you’d want me.”

Your stomach twisted. You didn’t know what to say. You’d never seen her like this, vulnerable, but too angry to admit it. She stepped back finally, just enough space for you to breathe.

“Go ahead,” she said coldly. “Be with Nat, but don’t come crawling into my bed when she gets bored of you.”

“Shauna…”

She turned on her heel, walking out towards the woods, away from camp, stiff and silent. She didn’t say another word. But you could feel her fury burning behind you, even when she disappeared into the trees.

⸻

It takes a while for your hands to stop shaking.

Shauna’s words echo long after she’s gone. Her voice, sharp and bitter, sticks under your skin like a splinter. Not because she was wrong. Because she wasn’t. You had looked back at her. Let her in closer than you probably should have. But you never meant it like that.

You wrap your arms around yourself and sit on a log near the edge of camp, just out of reach of the fire. There’s a dull ache in your shoulders from being tensed up too long, and your breath still feels uneven.

That’s when you hear boots crunching under the leaves just outside of camp.

You tense, thinking maybe Shauna had come back. But your worries are eased with you look up.

It’s Natalie.

Her silhouette’s a little lazy in the dim light, relaxed, hands in her pockets like she wasn’t looking for anything, just wandering. But her eyes catch on you, and you know instantly that she was looking for you.

“You okay?” she asks, crouching beside you. Her voice is rough like always, but not unkind.

You blink quickly and look away. “Yeah. Fine.”

“Bullshit.”

You let out a weak laugh and shake your head.

She sits beside you now, resting her arms on her knees. “What happened? Talk to me.”

You glance toward the tree line, where Shauna had disappeared earlier. “It’s… nothing.”

Natalie hums low in her throat. “So ‘nothing’ has you shaking and looking over your shoulder every five minutes?”

You don’t answer right away.

She shifts closer, shoulder to shoulder now. Not in a pushy way. Just there. Solid. Warm.

You exhale slowly. “Shauna was… mad.”

“Shauna’s always mad.”

You snort. “Yeah, but this was different.”

She tilts her head slightly. “What’d she say?”

You hesitate. You could tell her. About Shauna’s crush. About the way she cornered you like you belonged to her. About how intense it was, and how you didn’t hate it but you couldn’t say yes either, not when the only person you’ve been thinking about lately is her.

You glance at Natalie, really looking at her. Her face is soft in the orange hue of the firelight. There’s a small cut healing just under her cheekbone and a bit of dirt smudged near her jaw, but she’s still the prettiest thing out here. She’s got that calm-under-pressure vibe that makes you want to lean into her, just to feel steady again.

You swallow. “She got the wrong idea about something. I told her I didn’t feel the same.”

Natalie raises a brow but doesn’t push. “And?”

“She didn’t take it well.”

“Shocker.”

There’s silence between you for a moment. Then Nat nudges your knee with hers. “You alright?”

You nod slowly and lean against her shoulder. “Yeah. Now I am.”

She doesn’t move away. Just lets you rest your head on her, breathing slow and steady.

After a few seconds of silence, she speaks.“You know, for what it’s worth… if she gives you shit again, I’ve got your back.”

You smile against her sleeve. “Thanks.”

She shrugs. “Least I can do.”

You stay there for a while, enjoying the quiet warmth. What’s going on between you and Nat doesn’t have a name yet. But you both know it’s something.

Hello! I would love it if you could possibly write a cute platonic story for Harwin after the birth of his only daughter (reader) and spending what time he can with her despite trying not to raise suspicion. I just see him as such a happy girl dad 😊 Thank you!

Father's Oath

- Summary: Harwin often sneaks into Rhaeyra's chambers risking everything to see you, his daughter.

- Platonic Pairing: daughter!reader/Harwin Strong (father)

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

Harwin Strong makes his way through the halls of the Red Keep. He moves silently, his footfalls muffled on the cold floor, careful not to disturb any guards on their nightly patrol. The weight of his armor would be a dead giveaway, so tonight he leaves it behind, opting for something less conspicuous. He isn’t the Commander of the City Watch here; no, he’s just a man sneaking through the castle to see his daughter.

You.

He finds the chamber easily, a door he’s passed countless times now ingrained in his memory. Harwin pauses for a moment, listening for any sign of Rhaenyra stirring, but all is still inside. Slowly, he opens the door just wide enough to slip through. The room is warm, the air thick with the scent of lavender and dragonfire, but his focus is entirely on the small wooden cradle near the bed. You’re inside it, bundled in soft linens, asleep, for now.

Harwin smiles as he approaches, careful not to make any noise that could alert anyone else. He has just a few minutes, maybe an hour if he’s lucky, before he needs to return to the shadows. His hand is large, calloused, but gentle as it moves to lift you from the cradle. You stir only slightly, a tiny yawn escaping your lips before settling back into the warmth of his chest.

“Did you miss me, little one?” he whispers, his voice barely audible as he sits in the chair by the hearth, cradling you against him. “I swear, I miss you every moment I’m not here.”

You don’t answer, of course, just a baby, but he feels your small fingers wrap instinctively around his thumb. The sight of it makes his chest ache in the best way, a fierce protectiveness swelling inside him.

Harwin knows he shouldn’t be here, not at this hour and not this often. The rumors, the whispers about you and your brothers, are already too loud. If anyone sees him slipping into Rhaenyra’s chambers, it would only fuel the fire. But he can’t help it. He’s missed too much already—too many firsts stolen from him by duty and distance. So he takes these stolen moments whenever he can, fleeting as they may be.

“You’re growing fast,” he murmurs softly, rocking you gently. His heart is light despite the weight of everything outside this room. “Soon enough, I won’t be able to sneak in like this. You’ll be crawling all over the place, causing trouble, just like Jace and Luke.”

The thought brings a quiet chuckle from him, imagining the chaos you’ll bring to Dragonstone’s halls. With your father’s strength and your mother’s fire, you’ll be a force to reckon with.

He lets out a sigh, eyes tracing your delicate features. You have your mother’s nose, but there’s something of him in the way you grip his hand, a stubbornness he recognizes in himself. His thumb gently brushes over your tiny knuckles as he whispers, "If only you knew how much I love you already."

The quiet moment stretches on, Harwin savoring it as long as possible, knowing it won’t last forever. His eyes flick to the door occasionally, listening for any sign of Rhaenyra stirring or someone approaching. But the night remains still.

“You won’t remember this, but…” Harwin hesitates, feeling a little foolish talking to someone so small. But he’s always liked the sound of his own voice, especially when it’s just the two of you. “One day, when you’re older, I’ll tell you about these nights. How I used to sneak in just to hold you. I’ll tell you how you used to fall asleep on my chest like this, without a care in the world.”

Another pause. The fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. Harwin leans back in the chair, closing his eyes for just a moment, breathing in the scent of you—milk, lavender, and something uniquely yours.

“I’ll also tell you about the trouble you’ll give me when you start walking,” he adds with a soft chuckle. “Your brothers are handfuls, but I have a feeling you’ll be my greatest challenge.”

As if in response, you make a small sound, a little murmur as you snuggle closer into his chest. Harwin smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. It’s moments like this that he wishes he could freeze in time, hold onto forever. But he knows better than anyone that time moves too quickly.

He glances toward the door again. He’ll have to leave soon. Too much time here raises suspicion. The thought makes his jaw tighten. He shouldn’t have to sneak around like this to see his own daughter. But the world is not kind to fathers like him—men who love children born of whispers and shadows.

But Harwin doesn’t care about any of that now. All that matters is you, here in his arms, safe and warm. He knows he’ll protect you, no matter the cost. He’ll fight for you, just as he fights for your brothers. And if anyone dares to threaten that, they’ll face the strength of a man who has everything to lose.

Leaning down, he whispers once more, his voice barely more than a breath. “I’ll always find my way back to you, little one. Always.”

And with that promise lingering in the air, Harwin reluctantly rises from the chair, carefully placing you back in your cradle. He adjusts the blankets around you, making sure you’re still warm, still safe. His hand lingers for just a moment longer before he steps away, the shadows calling him back to the world outside.

As he slips out the door, he takes one last look at you, already dreaming, unaware of the lengths he’s gone to just to hold you for a little while. Harwin smiles softly to himself before disappearing into the night, already counting the minutes until he can see you again.

Whenever Gojo kisses you he blushes. And not just a light pink dusting over his cheeks either- he turns a bright, pretty red all the way from the tips of his ears to the back of his neck and down below. 

And yes yes, it’s cute. But it’s maddening when that means everyone knows exactly what you two have been up to.

Those excuses for missing a clan meeting? Doesn’t work because Gojo’s as pink as the red note he’s about to get later from Yaga about skipping important meetings.

A mission went too long? Then why is he red- not from any blood, but from that blush.

Even worse, if it’s during a mission. The students getting progressively more confused as Gojo toys with that special grade teleporting in and out of the battlefield, and then- then wait where did he go? And why did he come back to give the curse the finishing blow while looking so…flustered. 

The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow from the dim bedside lamp. The air was still, and a gentle quiet had settled between you and Yuji. You lay together, bodies warm and close, both of you still catching your breath. There was a moment where neither of you spoke, the intimacy still humming in the space between you, soft and tender.

Yuji shifted beside you, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer against his chest. You could feel his heart racing, but it wasn’t long before it slowed, matching the calm rhythm of your own.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. His hand stroked your hair, the motion soothing and affectionate. He pressed a light kiss to your forehead, making your heart swell with warmth.

You smiled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “I’m perfect,” you whispered, your fingers tracing small patterns on his chest.

He let out a relieved sigh, his warm breath tickling your skin. Yuji was always so sweet, so attentive. Even in moments like this, when his body was exhausted, his first thought was always to make sure you were alright. It was one of the things you loved most about him—how deeply he cared.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if he was afraid of the answer. Yuji, despite his strength and power, was always so gentle with you, so careful.

You lifted your head slightly to meet his gaze, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “No, Yuji, not at all. You were perfect. It was perfect.”

His eyes softened, a shy smile pulling at his lips. “Good. I just… I always wanna make sure I’m taking care of you, you know?”

You chuckled lightly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “You always do.”

He smiled against your lips, then pulled back to rest his forehead against yours. The moment was quiet, peaceful, and filled with a kind of love that didn’t need to be spoken. Yuji’s hand continued to run through your hair, his other arm still wrapped securely around you, as if he wanted to keep you close forever.

“Do you want anything?” he asked after a few moments, his voice still soft. “Water? A snack? I can get you something if you’re hungry.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his earnestness. He was always looking out for you, even in the simplest ways. “I’m okay, really. But if you want to cuddle for a bit longer, I wouldn’t say no.”

Yuji’s eyes lit up at that, his smile widening as he held you a little tighter. “I can do that,” he said, his voice warm and filled with affection.

He shifted the two of you, pulling the blankets up around your shoulders and making sure you were both comfortable. His arms wrapped around you once more, his chest pressed to your back as he spooned you from behind. His body was warm and comforting, and you felt safe in his embrace.

“I’m so lucky,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against the back of your neck.

You smiled, closing your eyes as you relaxed into him. “No, Yuji. I’m the lucky one.”

And with that, you both drifted off into a peaceful, contented silence, knowing that in each other’s arms, everything was just right.