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Zayne tries to run every morning. Even when you are cozy in bed, warm in your cocoon of blankets. Zayne will rise out of bed and go on a run. This morning you woke up early though. Usually, you’re still in bed when he comes back, but today you’ve migrated your bundle of blankets to the couch.
The sofa that gives you a perfect view of the front door. The very same one Zayne walks into, taking off his shoes. Your eyes glaze over his body. Tight-fitted black shirt, hair tousled with sweat, and his shorts that end right above the knee.
“You run every morning looking like that?” You smile from the couch, leaning over the arm rest. Zayne tugs out his earphone,
“What?”
“You run. Every morning, looking like that.” You point at him, raising and lowering your finger.
“Do I look bad?” He asks, sliding his earphones into his pocket before treading towards you on the couch. Up close, you can see the sweat dripping down his neck and the way his shirt outlines his chest just right.
You’re salivating.
“Worse. You look amazing.” He stands in front of you as you sit on your knees. Your hands rest on his chest, smoothing over his lean arms and shoulders.
“You’re staring.” Zayne chides, but there’s no malice in his voice. He likes your praise, your attention. Sometimes you catch him making himself prettier for you. You massage his shoulders softly, leaning in to smell him. Zayne stiffens under you, "What are you—"
"You smell nice too." You smile against his skin. Zayne's hands stabilize your waist, rubbing circles into your skin. "You smell like me." Your chest swirls with pride, scraping his scalp softly with your nails. Zayne hums in reply, his eyes softly closing. He dips his head into your neck, pressing a kiss against your exposed skin.
"I should leave a mark on you." You mutter, running a finger up and down his chest. Zayne lets you touch up on him, running your hands along his abdomen and chest. He watches your hands, the way your face twinkles. He hums once again, raising a brow. "Anyone passing should know you're taken." Zayne chuckles, looping his arms around you. You pull him on top of you, a drop of his sweat dripping onto your collarbone.
"The ring on my finger isn't enough?" He's amused, pride swirling in his chest over you. You shake your head, arms curled around his neck.
"That doesn't stop anyone." You plainly reply, running your knees between his legs. Zayne breathes into you, lips pressed against yours before softly pulling away. You chase him, forcing him back to you with a hand against his nape. "They have to know…" You speak between kisses. "You're taken. That you're mine."
"Yes. Perhaps you should…" Zayne murmurs against your lips, softly biting your bottom lip. You part your lips, letting his tongue slide against yours. Zayne rises, his hands sliding against the trim of his shirt. You stop him, pulling his hands under your shirt instead.
zayne who makes out with you to lull you to sleep.
he knows it’s not easy for you to fall asleep. he’s woken up to you wide awake at 3am, scrolling on your phone that’s way too close to your face. he’s tried every remedy out there—warm milk before bed, tea before bed, no gadgets before bed, reading before bed—yet not a single one has been effective. it always ends with you staying up until it’s time for him to wake up.
only one thing ever worked, though. kissing you until you pass out.
as soon as you finish your nighttime routine, zayne is already ushering you to his lap. he sets his book down on the bedside table, slips his glasses off, and lets his hands run up and down your sides in slow, soothing motions. in the summer, he even uses his evol, a gentle coolness settling over your skin just enough to make you relax.
once you’re on top of him, it starts with a kiss to your cheek. then another along your jaw, before he drags his lips down your neck. after that, he comes back up to meet your mouth, slotting his lips with yours. he doesn’t rush it. doesn’t deepen it more than necessary. just steady, unhurried kisses meant to calm your breathing rather than steal it away.
without breaking contact, he eases you down onto the bed, movements careful and practiced. one hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing softly against your skin while the other keeps you close. his kisses grow slower, softer, lingering just a second longer each time.
he murmurs quietly inbetween—nothing dramatic, just low reassurances, reminders that he’s here, you’re safe, that you don’t have to think about anything else. eventually, he turns the two of you onto your sides, pulling you flush against his chest.
his hand slips under your sleep shirt, meticulous fingertips tracing circles along your back. his nails scratch lightly, rhythmically, exactly the way he knows you like. your breathing eventually evens out without you realizing it, body melting into his.
there’s a small smile on his lips when he feels you go slack against him.
and as your eyes finally flutter closed, zayne doesn’t stop right away. he presses one last kiss to your lips, thumb brushing beneath your eye as if to make sure you’re really asleep. only then does he still, arm tightening around you just slightly.
you fall asleep to the sound of his steady breathing and the cool comfort of his presence—while zayne stays awake a little longer, making sure you don’t wake again.
it starts innocently enough—a pillow to satoru's face while he's scrolling through his phone, legs stretched across the couch like he owns it. which, to be fair, he does.
"oh, you're so gonna regret that," he warns, but there's that grin already spreading across his face, the one you've seen a thousand times.
you dart away, laughing, but you barely make it three steps before his arm hooks around your waist and suddenly you're flying. he tosses you onto the couch like you weigh nothing, and maybe to him, you don't. before you can scramble away, he's on you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand—one hand—while the other threatens to tickle your sides.
"satoru!" you're breathless, squirming, but not really trying that hard to escape. not when his grip is firm and warm, not when you can feel his forearm against your skin.
he notices. of course he does.
his playful grin falters for just a second, something flickering behind those blue eyes. the atmosphere shifts—you feel it in the way his grip loosens slightly, testing, in how his thumb strokes along the inside of your wrist where your pulse is racing.
"you good?" he asks, but his voice has dropped lower. like he's suddenly aware of every point where your bodies are touching, the way you've gone still beneath him instead of laughing and shoving at his chest like usual.
you should say something. should laugh it off, keep things light like always. but your breath hitches instead, and his eyes darken at the sound.
"oh." it's barely a word, more like realization hitting. his other hand, which had been hovering over your ribs, settles on your hip instead. fingers splaying, like he's testing boundaries you've never crossed before. "you're not even trying to get away."
it sounds like an accusation and a question all at once. like he's waiting for you to laugh, to shove him off, to remind him you're just best friends messing around like you always do.
you don't.
his knee shifts between your thighs—you can't tell if it's on purpose—and the weight of him pressing you into the cushions makes your head spin. when did your best friend get so... overwhelming?
"look at you," he murmurs, and there's something almost awed in his voice, like he's seeing you for the first time. he leans down, and you can smell that familiar scent—clean laundry and something distinctly him, sweet but sharper underneath. his breath ghosts against your ear. "how long have you—?"
he doesn't finish the question. instead, his hand tightens on your hip, and when you arch into it instead of away, you hear his breath catch.
"fuck," he mutters, more to himself than you. "should've noticed sooner." his thumb traces your hipbone, movements losing that playful casualness, becoming something more deliberate. "all this time, and you've been—what? hoping i'd pin you down?"
there's still a chance to laugh it off. to make a joke. to go back to being just friends.
but then he shifts again, pressing you further into the couch, and the way he's looking at you—really looking, like he's cataloging every reaction, every tell he's missed—makes something in your chest crack open.
"want me to stop?" his voice is rough, uncertain in a way satoru gojo never is. like for once, he doesn't already know the answer. like for once, he's the one who needs reassurance.
the silence stretches. your heart pounds so hard you swear he can feel it.
your fingers curl against his where he's holding your wrists, and the word comes out shaky, "don't."
his eyes search yours, waiting.
"don't you dare stop."
the smile that spreads across his face is part relief, part something you've never seen directed at you before—hungry, intent, his gaze sharpening like you're the only thing in the world worth focusing on. "good," he says, fingers threading through yours where he's still got your wrists pinned. "because i really, really fucking don't want to."
his mouth hovers over yours, close enough that you can feel the words against your lips. "this gonna ruin our friendship?" he whispers.
you swallow hard that it almost hurts. "yeah. probably."
his grip on your wrists loosens, just enough that you could pull away if you wanted. his other hand slides up from your hip, along your ribs, before his thumb brushes your cheekbone. it's so different from the cocky, playful satoru you know—this careful touch, like he's afraid you'll disappear.
"you scared?" his voice is quieter now.
"terrified," you whisper, and it's the truth. terrified of losing him, of ruining this, of not being enough. but also terrified of living the rest of your life wondering what if. your free hand comes up to curl into his shirt, pulling him closer instead of pushing away. "do it anyway."
"fuck it," he decides, and then he's kissing you like he's been thinking about it for longer than either of you want to admit.
best friends? right... you're definitely going to have to redefine that.
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HIII! I'm so glad your requests are open again 🥺 you're my fave LADS blog. I'm the anon that suggested the bad-retail-job comfort scenario a while ago and just loved how you wrote it!! My job is less terrible now but I'm still trucking 😭
My request this time around... Could you write a shy/anxious fem!reader x Zayne where maybe they're at some classy event and the reader is feeling insecure about how she looks both being next to him as his s/o and maybe how she looks in her dress, etc--maybe gets certain glares or subtle comments that only reaffirm her insecurities? And so she kinda takes a back seat as people come up and talk and chat and so on.
But obviously Zayne takes notice and either confronts those certain people and/or pulls the reader aside in private to reassure her verbally and in perhaps... A few other ways? 👀 Perhaps suggestive or a little more if you're comfortable with that. But overall more hurt/comfort and so on!! :]
Sorry for this book of an ask LOL don't feel pressured to do this or add all the tedious details I mentioned 😭
Also if I make more requests in the future I'll refer to myself as " (•ө•)♡ Anon "
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne x fem!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ hurt/comfort, suggestive! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚YES LAWDDDD, yes. protective zayne? mhmmmm. yummy, yummy ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ and also, keep strong!!! i know i took some time to finish this request, but i hope you're not struggling as much now! sending you lots of hugs and strength! Ꮚ ܸ ◞ . ◟𓂂꒱ ♡
the perfect form-fitting dress, uncomfortable yet gorgeous heels, an elegant hairstyle…
you looked dashing, as if you belonged exactly among influential physicians, famous medical researchers and sponsors.
however, that couldn't be further from the truth.
you were clinging to zayne's arm, trying to take in the bright ambiance, the waiters walking around, holding trays with champagne glasses, and the obnoxiously rich people who walked past you; a mere mortal.
zayne, on the other hand, carried himself with grace and tranquility, not out of smugness, but out of familiarity.
he'd been to these events before, and he'd seen these people countless times, so this wasn't a new dance for him to waltz.
your heels clicked on the ground rhythmically, following zayne's pace, which was always mindful of your own. he stopped to exchange pleasantries, to receive compliments, or to thank those who had supported him previously.
you stood next to him, trying to smile and look approachable, yet being easily ignored as they all focused on the wonderful dr. li.
it made you feel proud, naturally, but you were also coming to the conclusion that you were out of place.
zayne introduced you every time, but even then, you didn't feel any hint of warmth or even politeness from the people he was talking to, and that's when you stepped away under the excuse of fetching some refreshments.
you walked to one of the perfectly decorated tables, where delicacies and drinks were displayed for the guests to enjoy.
but, were you even considered a guest?
would picking something up from the table make everyone turn around to focus on you?
you were totally self-conscious, and it didn't help when you felt the stares of some people on you, most of whom were looking at you with disapproval.
“how eager to eat, how improper, how poorly dressed, who is she?”
you put your hands away and quickly walked outside to catch some air.
as a waitress came by, you gently asked for the bathroom, and she, very kindly, guided you.
once in front of the mirror, you took a look at yourself.
you still looked perfect.
a clean makeup look, not a single hair where you didn't want it to be; your scent was still fresh and fragrant, and the dress had no wrinkles.
then what was it?
could they smell your fear? your insecurities?
weren't you smiley enough, or was your posture too careless?
you tried to relax, thinking about zayne. he was the only one who mattered, and he told you earlier —between kisses— how wonderful you were, and how gorgeous you looked tonight before getting out of the car.
however, thinking of him made your mind spin. maybe, just maybe, they all believed you weren't enough for zayne.
or, something less intense; they thought you were… meh.
not meeting his standards, less intriguing, less beautiful than they would expect from his spouse.
some women came out of the stalls, and even when you politely greeted them, trying to push all your thoughts aside, they ignored you successfully, washing their hands and starting to whisper to each other.
with a heavy feeling in your chest, you left the bathroom and hurried back inside the venue.
by now, zayne was looking around for you. when he saw you, he approached with quick yet still perfectly composed steps, his hands finding yours.
“my love, you took quite some time. is everything alright?”
he asked, looking into your eyes.
you didn't have the refreshments you told him you'd bring, and you looked progressively anxious.
however, you had to get it together. this was a special night for him, and you didn't want to ruin it.
“yes, zaynie… i just got a little bit overwhelmed.”
you could tell by his gaze he wasn't buying it. in fact, he gently kissed your knuckles and guided you to a secluded hall, where you could speak more freely without people walking around.
once there, his gaze softened further.
“do tell me, love. something is bothering you, and i wish to know what that is.”
he noticed.
of course he'd notice how people weren't as impressed with his wife as he thought they would be.
he noticed how you tried your best to come out of your shell and be polite, yet people were more focused on him.
he wasn't aware of the comments and nasty glances, though, hence why he hadn't stepped in.
you didn't feel ready to unleash the turmoil inside your mind, but you did feel like being partially honest.
“i just… i guess i feel out of place.”
there it was.
he understood, and his lips pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead —a reassuring gesture.
“your place is by my side, as much as my place is by yours. you are my wife, and wherever you are not welcomed, i do not belong there either.”
you quickly tried to protest, because this was indeed a place he was warmly welcomed and celebrated in.
“zaynie, you do belong here… you deserve to be here. i want to be by your side tonight, but i must admit it's hard. people talk, and…”
he didn't let you finish, as his lips met yours in a slow, passionate kiss.
you tried protesting, but your weak attempt died down when his hands pulled you closer by the lower back.
you needed to breathe, you needed oxygen, but zayne wasn't letting go, far too immersed in making your mind forget those self-deprecating thoughts.
when he finally had some mercy and leaned back, he brushed your lower lip with his thumb, feeling your hot breath against his skin as you panted.
“zayne…”
he gently nuzzled his nose against yours, shaking his head.
“no, my love. i refuse to stay where my wife isn't as cherished as she deserves. you look absolutely breathtaking, your heart is pure gold, and you have been nothing but kind and well-mannered.”
you quickly shook your head as well, trying to push him softly to look into his eyes.
“no, zayne, please… if we leave, it'll get worse. they'll say more things, they'll… think i'm, ngh—!”
your words cut off when he lifted you up against the wall, strong hands holding the back of your thighs. the tip of his nose gently rubbed your jawline.
“hm? what might they think?”
you were losing focus again. the self-doubt disappeared the more he touched you, the closer he got.
“that… that i'm not… enough.”
the words came out as a whisper, and you could feel his movements stopping abruptly.
he finally realized how serious the situation was, and what your mind was really thinking. it broke him, but it also filled him with disbelief and protectiveness.
after a brief silence, you felt his breath against your ear.
“they do not have a say in that,” he whispered, his voice still monotone but low. “they do not have a say when it comes to my wife's worth, my wife's appearance, my wife's personality.”
you were still pinned against the wall as he held you, and you only managed to gently caress his shoulders with your hands.
“zaynie—”
“they do not matter. nor their voices, nor their words, nor their opinions. they are all superficial, fake, and opportunistic leeches.”
his lips found yours again, and he spoke between hot, open-mouthed kisses.
“they do not deserve to be in your presence,” he mumbled, teeth grazing your lower lip. “they have no right to make you feel like you are not enough.”
with each kiss, you could feel the heat intensifying. he had something to keep safe, something to protect, something to take care of, and that something was your heart and fragile self-esteem.
“we are leaving.”
he stated, after his tongue had met yours, after he tangled them together, after his lips were now glistening with saliva and tainted by your lipstick.
you were too dizzy to refuse, and deep down, you'd been wanting to leave this place a while ago.
he gently placed you down, fixing your dress and letting his hands purposely linger a bit longer around your hips, the curve of your bottoms, and your waist.
he caressed your hot cheeks with his fingers, placing a last kiss on your forehead afterwards.
“you are far more important than anyone else in this room. never hesitate to tell me if something is bothering you, my love. i am here to protect you, always.”
and you gently wiped the lipstick away from his lips, nodding at his words.
you believed them fully.
with no trace of lingering insecurities or anxious thoughts, you took his hand and kept your head high as zayne guided you to the exit.
people talked, murmured, whispered, and even tried to approach the famous physician and renowned researcher, but they only met a distant gaze and a dismissive cold shoulder.
they could only wonder what had happened, because zayne would never give them any explanation.
not that they deserved one, anyway.
you looked back one last time before focusing on your husband, who smiled softly at you.
you clung to his arm the same way you did when you two first came in, but now, you left with a loving smile, your strong and devoted husband… and your makeup slightly smudged, yet still perfect in his eyes.
Academic weapon bf Zayne! always make sure you are on time for lectures. Giving you an extra 30 minute heads up call so you can start getting ready beforehand.
Academic weapon bf Zayne! always saves you a spot at lecture no matter how inconvenient it is to other people. He doesn't even flinch with the sounds of frustrated groans and judging looks when he simply tells them “seat is taken”.
Academic weapon bf Zayne! is looking way too good just for lecture with his half buttoned up navy polo shirt and softly parted raven hair. How can you keep your hands off of him when looks like this????
Academic weapon bf Zayne! suddenly turned his head to you in surprise, the lecture drifting away as you plaster a sweet kiss on his cheek. You lean into his side sweetly staring at him through your lashes.
Academic weapon bf Zayne! ears start to not-so-subtly turn scarlet red as you continue to stare at him while sighing dreamingly. Both of you are now not able to pay attention to whatever the professor is jabbering about.
Academic weapon bf Zayne! helps you with placing your things in your bag as he casually slings it on his shoulder. With his free hands, as if second nature, grabs your hands and softly holds it while you two walk down the hall after lecture.
Academic weapon bf Zayne! leads you to the library to “study” only to be yet again distracted by your shenanigans. You start to cling unto his arms while pouting asking him questions about the lecture (not that you were able to pay attention). It's not your fault your boyfriend is too good looking for his own good.
Academic weapon bf Zayne! has had enough of being strung on by you the whole day and decides to take the matter in his own hands. He abruptly stands up hurriedly dragging you to a secluded area in the library behind a bookshelf.
Academic weapon bf Zayne! gently but firmly lifts your chin whilst effectively trapping you in with his other free arm. His previous calm composure is now shaken with a low heated gaze.
Academic weapon bf Zayne! stares at your widened eyes as he starts looking down to your plump lips, silently begging for your permission. Your mind completely in a daze you give him an eager nod.
Academic weapon bf Zayne! lips meet yours in a chaste kiss only for him to dive into your lips over and over again the kiss turning messy and heated. Both of his hands are now desperately grabbing at your face as he pulls your face up to gain better access to your lips.
Academic weapon bf Zayne! is now utterly lost to the feeling of you, devouring your lips like it's his last lifeline. At this point you're pressed against the bookshelf being held up by Zyane’s firm body. His eyes start to slowly open up through the kiss, drinking in the way you look oh-so-helpless on his lips.
Academic weapon bf Zayne! continues to suck fervently only for a loud “THUD”, from a fallen book, to interrupt the both of you.
Academic weapon bf Zayne! and you turn your head to the source of the sound, breaking the heated exchange. The both of you start to silently laugh into each other leaning into an embrace.
Academic weapon bf Zayne! lightly taps your forehead with his knuckles and whispers in your ear teasingly “we really shouldn't be doing this here miss”.
after everything, afterall, i’m most astonished at the audacity of letty calling robin “birdie.”
that’s ramy’s word, not hers. but she uses it knowingly. she knows the power of words, of language, of translation, and yet she’s choosing to steal a word that’s not hers, a word that has meaning and history and love, a word that not even victoire dared use bc she knew it wasn’t hers, that it belonged to ramy and robin alone, all for her own advantage.
she used it time and time again without permission. she used it while ignoring all protests because she sees language as a tool to use, a weapon to wield. all to get ahead. letty’s another cog in the apparatus of white colonialism, exploiting that which doesn’t belong to her.
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‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— WE'LL NEVER LAST SO WHY CAN'T I LET GO OF THIS?
synopsis: loving malleus felt like a dream come true, a beautiful, perfect dream—but what would it be like to wake up and face the reality of returning to your world?
♰ pairings. malleus draconia x gn!reader
♰ genre. fluff to angst (?) idk i think its just full on angst hehe
♰ word count. 1.2k
♰ a/n. oh lookie here another angst!! you can't blame me for writing angst bcus this is all my friends ever request. lowkey (highkey) inspired by laufey's song promise. enjoy reading and lmk your thoughts!
You two weren’t bound to last—your love was a ticking time bomb, and with every passing moment, you felt the weight of the inevitable end pressing down on you. You dreaded the days that followed, each one a reminder that soon, the love you shared would crumble into nothing. You tried so hard to push the thoughts of leaving aside, to immerse yourself fully in the present, but they lingered, persistent and quiet. You knew that leaving would break you, carve wounds so deep in your heart and soul that they might never heal, but you could never walk away—not when he looks at you every time with so much love and adoration—as though you had woven the stars and moon into the night, casting light into a world he saw as nothing but dark and gloomy. And so you gave in, finally accepting the love that he was more than willing to give.
He never thought he’d feel like this, never thought that the day would come where someone would be able to tug at his heart strings—yet he wasn’t upset, quite the contrary rather. For the first time, he felt alive in a way he never had before, the walls he’d built around himself through time finally began to crack. Vulnerability wasn’t something Malleus was used to—but strangely it felt warm, normal, right. When he fell for you, he fell hard, wanting nothing more but to surrender every fragment of his soul to you. Who would have guessed that the great powerful mage would be capable of something so delicate?
Loving Malleus was easy, as did being with him. He was the epitome of a gentleman: greeting you with a gentle kiss on your hand and softly kissing your forehead whenever he bid you goodbye, surprising you with beautiful flowers “just because”, wiping away your tears with the softest touch, and soft whispers of his unwavering devotion. He knew you better than you knew yourself, recognizing your feelings even when you kept to yourself. He doesn’t push you to explain what’s troubling you; instead, he holds you gently, offering a warm embrace that speaks to you in ways words never could. He loved you in every way he knew how to. And he knew that loving you would also mean letting you go.
“Hush now, child of man. It’s going to be okay,” his voice was muffled as he buried his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of you one last time. You felt the warmth of his tears against your skin as his grip tightened, as if he were holding onto the last thread of something beautiful. Your sobs erupted once more, harder this time, your heart breaking as you cried into his chest, his hand gently caressing your hair in a feeble attempt to soothe you. God, you were going to miss him.
“It’s not going to be okay! Wanna stay here with you, just like I promised.” Your voice broke. He then pulls you away from his embrace, his eyes bloodshot, tears staining his face. He tried to hold a smile, but it was fragile, as if he were breaking inside too—which, he is. Despite all the hurt and pain painting his features, he still looked beautiful, curse him and his gorgeous face.
He anticipated this, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. “I know,” he whispered, voice trembling. “I know, but sometimes promises... are not meant to last. And it hurts me greatly, my love.” His hand brushed your cheek, his touch soft and gentle. "But I can’t do anything to change things, I wish I could, but I can't... not this time."
“I don’t want to lose you,” you whispered, your heart breaking at the thought of never feeling his warmth again, never having late-night walks with him again, never hearing the corny jokes he pulled just to make you laugh, never hearing his voice again, never seeing him again. “I don’t want to forget you, Tsunotaro…”
His expression softened, but it didn’t stop the tears that slipped from his eyes. He stroked your face gently, trying to memorize the feeling of you. “You won’t forget me,” he said, but his voice trembled, betraying his own doubt. “I’ll always be a part of you, even when I’m not there, because a piece of me will always live within you, just as a part of you resides in me, forever intertwined. In every step you take, in every laugh you share, in the quiet moments when you think of me. I’ll live in those.”
The thing with love is that it breaks you as much as it heals you, and though you don’t regret being with Malleus, you regret not having enough time with him. There was never enough time to keep loving each other as you longed to, never enough time to bare your heart completely, never enough time to love him with all the depth your heart had to give before the world demanded you let go.
You connected your forehead with his, feeling him once more. Tsunotaro’s face twisted with pain, his own tears mixing with yours. “I want to be with you as well, maybe even more than you do, but we can’t twist fate, my dove. You belong in that world, and I belong here.” he says, and you don’t know if he’s convincing you or himself, maybe the latter.
You knew deep down that his absence would create a void that nothing could fill, and you couldn’t shake the fear that in the end, the memory of him would start to fade, piece by piece. “I’ll miss you, Tsunotaro, so damn much.” you whispered, your voice shaky, the weight of your words heavier than you had ever known.
“I will too, child of man.” he responded, his voice low, thick with the same sorrow that gripped your heart—and he kissed you. A kiss that was filled with sorrow, yet so much love. A kiss that would forever be engraved in your memory. A kiss that he made sure you will never forget. A kiss that you knew would be the last. As he pulled away, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close, his gaze tender, but filled with an undeniable weight. You could see the love in his eyes, but there was also the painful understanding that this was it—this was the end. The end of something beautiful, something irreplaceable.
You reluctantly pulled away from him, the pain of doing so almost unbearable, and started making your way toward the mirror that would lead you back home. Before stepping through, you glanced back at him. “I promise to visit when the time comes. Make sure you don’t fall in love with someone else while I’m gone okay? Or else I’d kill you myself.” you joke, as he chuckles in response.
“I wouldn’t even dream of being with someone other than you, I’ll be awaiting your arrival, no matter how long it takes.” You turned your gaze forward, fearing that when you looked at him for much longer, you’d run back into his arms and refuse to leave.
“I love you, Malleus.” you whispered, just before stepping into the mirror, knowing you were leaving a piece of yourself behind.
“I love you too Y/N.” he answers back but you didn’t even hear him, because you were already gone, taking his heart with you.
When you turned around, the mirror had vanished, and so had he. A strange sense of relief washed over you, being back, but deep down, you knew this wasn’t truly your home. Because home wasn’t a place—it was a person. It was your Tsunotaro. It was Malleus.
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"rin lets make bracelets!" you over to him with a sparkle in your eyes. he seemed unamused, but that's how he he was.
"come on y/n.. what are we? five?" you scoffed at his words, shoulders deflating slightly before rolling your eyes. leave it to him to be a buzzkill. didn't matter though. you already ordered the kit and it was on its way.
when the kit finally arrives, you made a few bracelets for yourself, and one for suna. it was a black and white beaded bracelet, with a fox charm and a black heart bead.
he already made it clear that he wouldn't wear it, but you still gave it to him not expecting much.
"suna, where'd ya get that from..?" osamu asked with an expression of distaste as he directed his gaze to the fox-eyed boy's wrist. he honestly thought it was a bit childish. "you've been wearing it everyday."
the bracelet was a bit out of place with what suna usually would wear, but he just smiled.
"y/n made it for me." the rest of the team made the same expression as osamu. he was soooo down bad for you and it showed.
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just thinking about biker!suna who loves it when you ride on the back of his bike with him, all dressed up in your cute custom helmet and jacket he bought you. biker!suna, who grins when you squeeze extra tight around his waist because he goes a little bit faster for just one second, your body pressing into his back.
biker!suna, whose breath hitches when he feels your hand sneaking lower at a red light, drifting over the top of his leg and towards his inner thigh, ghosting over the crotch of his pants. you can’t really hear him through your helmets and over the engine, but you can feel his core tense and chest rise, and it’s almost a little funny how bothered he gets for you !!
the best part is, when you move your hand back up to his waist, planning to behave yourself again and let him breathe, he takes it and moves it right back down again, putting you back where he needs you and making sure you do it right♡
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