Qnqwr - Cyvaes

I've rejected affection for years and years 

 "Come now, Just one hug from me? I'm your boyfriend and all." Childe frowns when you answer 'no.' and keeps writing things in a certain notebook. He still kept trying though. However, you always rejected. 

Still, everyday he'll shower you with gifts and never ending compliments. Even when you tell him to go away, he kept insisting. 

Now I have it, and damn it. It's kind of weird. 

 "Pleaseee??" He begs. "Not even a kiss?"

".. Fine." You swore you've never seen someone jump up in excitement and lunged towards you, pressing soft kisses all over your face. Your face was red and kept yelling at him to stop, even though you haven't noticed you were enjoying his affection. 

 He tells me I'm pretty, don't know how to respond.

  "You're so beautiful, you know that?" He said while looking up to the stars. Tonight was a meteor shower and both of you went outside to glance up at the sky. His smile never disappeared from his face, you thought it was adorable.

I tell him that he's pretty too, can I say that? Don't have a clue. 

"You are too." You mindlessly muttered out. Yet he still heard your words. Your eyes automatically looked at him, and he was smiling at you. "You mean that?" He asks. You nod in response, watching his smile grow bigger and before you knew it he hugs you, tighter than before. This time, you weren't pushing him away.

Part 2

As a student, Y/N had to study hard for her future. She'd take it too far that at some point, she'd forget to reply to Xiao's texts.

On the other hand, Xiao didn't think too much about it. He's had those moments wherein Y/N would work herself off to the point that she'll focus on one thing only, studying.

Xiao:

Hey, are you free?

I was thinking we should hang out for the weekend

Take care.

Read 10:02 AM

Looking up, the weather looked nice. It'd be fitting for a lovely date. That's what Xiao thought, but looking back he thinks that Y/N would definitely turn down that offer.

Y/N:

Sure, I'm feeling burnt out now. I'd definitely be out for food.

Read 11:34 AM

Xiao:

Great, meet you at Heroes Park at 1:00.

For the first time, Luck was on Xiao's side.

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Being Yoriichi disciples HCS

Yoriichi Tsugikuni X Reader

(Actually, I want to make it platonic, but it's kinda up to you if you want to see this as a romantic relationship)

CW : Mention of arranged marriage, Reader-san is a former Noble

- it's actually an accidental

- it's a very cold night back then, as you run with your utmost speed, running away from whatever thing that chases you, whether it's a guard that after you or a hungry feral demons that try to devour you

- why guard? It's because you were running away from your house, not wanting to marry someone that is far older than you because of that damned arranged marriage

- and why demons? Well, it's kind of an unlucky day for you, but thankfully they kill the guard that goes after you, but sadly, now they try to eat you

- and you eventually crossed paths with Yoriichi, your unexpectedly-to-be- teacher

- Of course, as a demon slayer, he executes those demons without any further question, and he actually ask why such a person like you are out of house in the middle of the night

- then he found you collapse (if it's me, my mouth would be bubbling fr) out of fear

- He sighed as he pick you up and search for a shrine to spend his night, or at least until you're awake, and thank God it didn't took a long time for you to regain consciousness

- you explain your situation to him, he listened to it quietly and only give a quick nod or just a simple "I see", but even after he heard everything (is he even listen to you ? Lol) , he still tell you to go home anyway, because it's safer that way

- but then, you ask him to teach you a swordsmanship, and his eyes are kind of widened? Even tho his expression does not change much

- "I'm sorry, but I have to refuse... I do not take any disciples", and now, it depends on your stubbornness, you have to un-tiredly ask him a lot of time, and if it's possible... Try to make him pissed off

- "......... Come with me"

- he teaches you every basic of swordsmanship patiently and silently, as you wandering with him (because he doesn't really have any place to back), and it kind of nice, because the more the merrier

- and you actually take care of his poor soul, you cook a lot for him, and tend to his wounds if he got one (despite of him always tell you that's unnecessary, but you does it anyway), and he's surprised you knew well about medical stuff

- headpat is always, he's never been great with praise, when you did a great job he just pat (more like tap) your hair and tell you're doing great with his deadpan expression

- willingly piggyback you, it's happen quite often at daylight, when night is kept you both awake, you often find yourself tired and sleepy, then he offers you his back for you to hop on

- " We have to continue, if you're that sleepy.... I could carry you on my back if you want"

- he never like being called "sensei" Or "master" Or any formal nickname, just call him "Yoriichi"

- you're his soft spot, he's happy when you're happy, and sympathetic when you're sad, he doesn't mind if you doesn't really master the Sun Breathing, he could help you find your own breathing style, or if you want to just become a medic, he's on the "support" mode and help you gather a lot of herbs

- his gift are simple and useful, such as katana, a simple accessories, and a clothing that kind-of-having (sorry for poor language) a matching style with him ( poor man does not know which style of clothes that you like), et cetera

- " Your determination and stubbornness remind me of Uta"

- you caught him smiling a lot of time, and he actually get embarrassed and try to change the topic if you ask him about it

- he tells you everything about his life, he's comfortable enough with you for him to spill the tea, and wishing for you to live a happy life if it's possible

- please tell him that you're living your best life with him by your side, it gonna make him so happy that his eyes are full of tears, while muttering "thank you" A lot

- despite of you being strong enough to protect yourself, he still worries a lot and always remind you not to be so reckless

- and it's the sad part, the part when you finally have to bid farewell to each other, for a reason, you cannot travels with him anymore, and for a reason he could no longer stay with you anymore and you have to part ways

- but still, if you that insists, you will continue your journey with him and actually grow old and frail together, and jokingly call him "sensei" And he would still got mad by it

- and it's a secret that he want to keep it inside of the deepest part of his heart, but he actually afraid if one day you will get your demon slayer mark, he may be an exception, but he knew not everyone is not as lucky as him, what if it's were you being unlucky and died at such young age? , he always hold his tears from those thoughts, after a years of spending his life with you, he couldn't help but growing afraid to lose you

- not after his dearest wife and unborn child

- death is inevitable, he aware of that, and that's why if you happened to got your mark, he will give everything that he could to you and make sure you're living your life at its best, without any regret, even at your last moment

- " Never once I regretted to took you as my disciple, Y/N"

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Sheeshh that's a long HCS for sure, thanks for reading it, like and reblogs are heavily appreciated^^

If you have any requests, let me hear it please

Sorry for the language mistake and have a nice day

i have this hc where toji loves bothering you while you’re napping. not really in a disruptive way, he just gets the most insaneeee cuteness aggression when he sees you passed out, cuddling a pillow and drooling all over it.

he peppers kisses all over your face, cuddling you and cooing softly when you sleep talk. he loves how warm your skin feels (from the layers of blankets you sleep under) and even though he knows he’s like a furnace, he can’t help the urge to join you.

you make sleep look so enticing, like he absolutely has to join you—all without you saying a single word.

HES SO FINEEEEE

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Changbin X Dolce & Gabbana by WKorea

Sukuna and His Goddess Waifu

So, how did he pull you?

Simple. He decided.

Sukuna first saw you when he was just a small, scrappy child—a nameless orphan wandering among mortals, unloved and unwanted. Maybe you were helping someone, maybe you were just passing by, but to him, it was fate. You knelt down, offered him food, kissed his forehead with the gentlest touch, and walked away with a soft smile.

That was it. That was all it took.

"Yes," he thought. "That. That right there will be my wife."

There was just one tiny problem.

He was a nobody. A weak, starving child. And you? You were something else. Something divine.

So, what did he do? He trained. He bled. He broke his bones, healed, then broke them again. He clawed his way to power, forcing the world to acknowledge him. No longer a weakling, no longer a mere mortal—he became something more. Something worthy.

But then came the real problem.

How the hell was he supposed to find you?

Because, as it turns out, his dumbass had only seen you once in his entire life. And, to make matters worse, there was a very real possibility that he had imagined the whole thing.

Wow, Sukuna. Great job. Truly a genius-level plan.

Still, he refused to give up. He grew stronger and stronger, thinking maybe, just maybe, with enough power, he could track you down—sense you, find you, claim you. But the years passed, and doubt crept in.

Had you ever been real?

Were you just a dream? A fantasy conjured up by a lonely, starving child? Because let’s be honest—you were too perfect, too pure, too good.

The realization hit him like a boulder to the chest. The defeat, the disappointment—unbearable. And slowly, he gave up.

Besides, even if you had existed, by now you’d be too old for him. Or worse—already married. Or dead.

He had played himself. Gotten his hopes up for nothing.

And then—

He saw you.

Even more beautiful. Even more perfect. Even more… you.

It was after a long, bloody war. He had wandered into a quiet bay, stepping into the cool water to wash away the grime of battle. That’s when he saw it—soft ripples, a gentle glow, the outline of a figure.

At first, he thought it was a water spirit. Or maybe a curse.

No.

It was you.

There you were, bathing peacefully, unaware that you had just shattered the last bit of reason left in his soul. And that’s when everything clicked.

You weren’t human.

And you would—in fact—be his wife.

No doubt about it.

He had planned this moment for years. Thought of what he’d say, how he’d announce himself like the all-powerful being he had become. He’d make a grand impression, take your breath away with his presence alone.

Then—before he could even figure out how to start—you turned your head and smiled.

"Oh," you said, tilting your head slightly. "You’ve grown up."

That was it. That was the first thing you said to him.

Sukuna was waiting.

Waiting for you to say something else—anything—that acknowledged how impressive he was. Maybe a gasp of realization. A whisper of awe. A wow, you've become so powerful and handsome, please take me now.

Instead, you just… kept bathing.

Like he was a particularly large and grumpy bird that had landed nearby.

His eye twitched. "You’ve grown up? That’s all you had to say?"

You tilted your head, watching him like he was some amusing little creature. "Well, you have," you said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You were just a little cub when I last saw you."

Cub.

Cub?

Sukuna clenched his fists, trying to decide whether he should be offended or just sink into the ground and perish.

You, meanwhile, were still looking at him with the same gentle, unreadable expression. If anything, you seemed fond. Which was not helping.

"You—" He exhaled sharply through his nose. "You remember me?"

"Of course I do." You gave him a little smile, but to him, it felt like you had just carved your name into his soul. "You were such a sweet little thing."

He was not sweet.

He was not little.

He was a warlord. A demon. A walking catastrophe.

But to you?

Just a sweet little thing.

Sukuna gritted his teeth, taking a step forward, making the water shift around his massive frame. "Listen, woman—"

You laughed softly. "You sound the same."

Oh, that was it. That was the final straw.

Something in his brain—already barely holding on—snapped.

You were his. That was final.

And if you didn’t realize it yet, you would.

"Do you have any idea what you’ve done?" His voice was lower now, rough and commanding, but his hands trembled where they hovered near you—like he wanted to touch you but was restraining himself. "You think you can just… feed me, smile at me, and disappear?!"

You blinked up at him. "I wasn’t aware I needed your permission."

Oh, he liked you. He really liked you.

A growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned in, his massive frame blocking out the rest of the world. "You belong to me. You have always belonged to me."

You just hummed, tilting your head like you were considering something. "Hmm. No, I don’t think I do."

He inhaled sharply, like you had physically stabbed him.

You were toying with him. You had to be.

"You will," he muttered, more to himself than to you. "I’ll make sure of it."

He had spent years searching for you. Built himself into a monster. Became something worthy. And now, here you were, looking at him like he was nothing but a large, stubborn tiger who had wandered into your bath.

By the time he was done, you wouldn’t just acknowledge him.

You’d never leave his side again.

----

It didn’t take long before you two got married.

Not because Sukuna asked—no, no. That would imply he gave you a choice.

The moment he found you, he had already decided. And Sukuna, being the absolute menace he was, did not handle obstacles well. Which was unfortunate for you, because you, dear wife, had tested him endlessly.

It wasn’t intentional, really. You were just… yourself.

And that was the problem.

Because Sukuna had spent his entire life thinking you were divine. Unreachable. Unteachable. Something he could never fully grasp, no matter how much power he amassed.

He was okay with that. Fine, even.

Because at the end of the day, you were his wife.

He had made his dream woman his wife.

And on the first night of your wedding, for the first time in his life, Sukuna slept like a baby.

———

The next morning, he woke up feeling good.

Too good. Suspiciously good.

He sat up, stretching his absurdly large frame, and glanced at you. There you were, sleeping peacefully beside him, completely unbothered by the fact that you had married a warlord, a demon, a walking calamity.

He squinted.

Were you real?

He poked your cheek.

You swatted his hand away in your sleep.

Okay. So you were real.

He flopped back onto the bed, exhaling. "Shit."

You were his. Officially. Legally. Spiritually. Cosmically.

And suddenly, his brain—already running on delusional husband energy—decided something else.

"I need to build her a temple."

———

The next time you saw him, he was pacing back and forth, talking to his men.

"The biggest," he was saying. "No—bigger than that. If it’s not visible from the godsdamned heavens, you’ve failed me."

You stared at him, unblinking. "Sukuna."

He turned, eyes lighting up when he saw you. "Wife."

"Why are you terrorizing the architects?"

"I’m building you a temple."

You blinked. "A temple?"

"Yes. The biggest. The most magnificent. Something worthy of you."

You crossed your arms. "Sukuna, I don’t need a temple."

He stared at you like you had just spoken complete nonsense. "Of course, you do. You’re my wife. You deserve the best of the best."

"I think a nice house would be fine."

"No."

"Sukuna—"

"No."

He folded his arms, looking at you like a very stubborn, very large child who refused to compromise.

You sighed. "Fine. If you insist. But make sure it has a good kitchen."

His eyes narrowed. "…Why?"

"Because I want to cook."

He recoiled. "YOU want to cook?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Sukuna—"

"No wife of mine is cooking. That’s what servants are for."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I like cooking."

"I like destroying entire armies, but you don’t see me asking for permission, do you?"

"That is not the same thing—"

"You’re my goddess. You should be worshipped, not slaving over a stove."

"Cooking is not slavery—"

"Debatable."

You sighed. "Fine. Then I’ll cook in secret."

He squinted. "I’ll know."

"No, you won’t."

"Yes, I will."

"You won’t."

He pointed at you. "I will."

You stared at each other, locked in a silent battle of wills.

Eventually, he huffed. "Fine."

You raised a brow. "Fine?"

"Fine." He scowled, looking away. "But only when I’m not around."

You smiled. "Deal."

He narrowed his eyes. "I feel like I just lost something."

You patted his arm. "You did."

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Sukuna had seen many things in his life. But watching a golden celestial chariot descend from the sky, carrying beings who radiated power beyond reason, was new.

Your parents stepped out first, looking like they just owned the entire universe—which, to be fair, they probably did. Your mother, a glowing figure draped in cosmic silk, gave Sukuna a once-over and sighed, like she was disappointed her daughter had married a mortal warlord. Your father, a towering being with burning stars in his eyes, simply nodded at Sukuna like he was approving a pet.

Then came your brother. Mars.

He was huge, arrogant, and immediately tried to fight Sukuna on sight.

"Ah, so this is the man who stole my sister," Mars sneered, cracking his knuckles. Sukuna blinked. "I didn't steal her, you overgrown meteor." "You married her." "...Yes?" "FIGHT ME."

The entire village was watching as the god of war (your brother) kept lunging at Sukuna while your parents casually observed, judging Sukuna’s performance like it was some royal tournament.

You, meanwhile, were busy playing with the village children, completely ignoring the chaos behind you.

At some point, Sukuna turned to you—panting, shirt half torn, arms bruised from fighting an actual god—and yelled, "WOMAN, CONTROL YOUR FAMILY!"

You just waved at him cheerfully. "You’re doing great, babe!"

At dinner, Sukuna finally got a moment to sit down—only to learn even worse news.

Your mother sighed dramatically. “I was hoping our daughter would marry someone divine, but I suppose this will do.” Your father sipped his celestial wine, eyeing Sukuna. “He’s strong. And stubborn. I like that.” Mars just scoffed. “I still think we should throw him into a black hole and see if he survives.”

Sukuna was about to cuss all of them out until he noticed—

You were glowing.

Not like metaphorically. No. You were literally glowing, like the moon had chosen to radiate directly from your skin. The villagers whispered about your true form, about how no one is allowed to look upon you unless you grant them permission.

And it hit Sukuna like a ton of bricks.

He had always known you were divine. He had just never fully processed what that meant.

He married a literal celestial being. His in-laws were gods of the freaking planets. His brother-in-law was trying to kill him every five minutes. And now there was a rumor going around that mortals couldn’t even look at you.

"...Am I—" Sukuna paused, rubbing his temples. "Am I the only mortal who’s allowed to see you?"

You blinked innocently. "Well, yeah. You’re my husband."

The villagers gasped.

Mars choked on his wine. "WAIT. HE’S SEEN YOUR TRUE FORM?" Your mother narrowed her eyes. "So that’s why he’s still alive." Your father chuckled. "Interesting. I suppose he’s truly worthy, then."

By the end of the night, Sukuna had:

Survived three fights with Mars.

Been subtly threatened by your father.

Judged by your mother.

Accidentally started a cult because now the villagers worshipped him as your celestial consort.

The next morning, as your family prepared to leave, Mars gave Sukuna one last death glare. "If you hurt her, I will personally rip you from the fabric of existence." Sukuna rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Get off my planet."

As the golden chariot ascended, Sukuna let out a long, suffering sigh.

Then he turned to you.

"...I need a vacation from your family."

You just smiled, completely unbothered. "Aww, but they love you!"

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just shut up and enjoy it and the super bowl is kinda good the halftime show is about to be elite.

🎬 UPCOMING SERIES: "Not Even the Gods Can Keep Me from You" !!

PAIRING: Odysseus! Gojo Satoru x Penelope! Reader

GENRE: Historical Drama | Romance

STATUS: Coming Soon

SYNOPSIS: Gojo Satoru was meant to return home after the war, but the fates had other plans. Twenty years, countless trials, and a relentless storm of enemies stand between him and his beloved.

INSPIRED BY: EPIC the Musical by Jorge Rivera-Herrans

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"Promise me you'll come back."

The scent of iron and smoke still clings to him, a ghost of the battles he's fought, but when her fingers trace the scars on his skin, he realizes—this is the kind of war he fears most. Not one of swords and blood, but of longing, of a love so deep it threatens to unravel him more than any enemy ever could.

"I will," he swears, managed to choke out, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles. "Not even the gods can keep me from you."

But the gods are listening as they are cruel.

That single moment lingers, just for a moment. Gojo Satoru cradles his newborn son in his arms, his thumb brushing gently over the baby’s impossibly small fingers. The little boy stirs, letting out a soft whimper, and Gojo leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead.

"My little warrior," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. "My Son..."

His heart clenches. This should be a beginning, a lifetime ahead of teaching, guiding, watching his son grow. Instead, it feels like an ending.

A final farewell.

He straightens, eyes meeting Y/N’s—the love of his life, the woman he is leaving behind. She holds their son close, her expression unreadable, but he knows. He knows the weight of this goodbye will never fade.

"I will come back to you."

Not even the gods can keep him from them.

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expectant • h.hyunjin

pairing: fiancé!hyunjin x fiancé!reader

summary: fiancé!reader is pregnant.

warning: pregnancy.

#protecthyunjin #protectskz

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A broad smile was plastered on Y/n's face as her eyes were glued to the small screen in her hand watching her fiancé with the child in his slender arms.

It amazed her as to how someone look so effortlessly beautiful and elegant when all they're doing is carrying a child. Each time someone would announce hyunjin's name in a room, her heart would beat as if it will jump out of its confinement. It gave her immense joy to hold his hands each night and if he's not with her, she would sleep peacefully knowing she's able to call hyunjin her fiancé.

Fiance. The word itself held so many memories. How y/n and Hyunjin would joke around and call each other their fiancés'prior to their engagement. And when the actual proposal happened it took all in her being not to pass out in Hyunjin's arm when he proposed the so-awaited question, kneeling on the ground.

Their friends were as happy as they were, if not happier. Lee Know and Chan the most as Hyunjin would always go to them to rant about his gorgeous girlfriend. He questioned them over and over again on how he should plan the proposal, going through everything to make sure everything was perfect. It was the biggest deal for God's sake!

Immediately after Y/n kissed him, the boys came out of their hiding spot and the first to hug Y/n were Chan and Lee Know. They were happy they wouldn't have to talk to a overly-stressed Hyunjin who was jumping around in nervousness and excitement all the time, although they of course did not mind at all.

It was exactly 11 months from the wedding now. Everything was going smoothly without a trouble. The comeback is going stringer than ever, Hyunjin's career is at its peak and in a couple more months, Y/n and Hyunjin would officially be called Mr & Mrs. Hwang. The only thing that worried Y/n was her small tummy.

It had only been a week when Y/n found out she was pregnant. After contemplating whether or not to tell Hyunjin, her counselor and best friend Hannah Bahng, told her it would absolutely be fine when she would disclose the news to Hyunjin. Y/n and him have been together for seven years now. If anything would change, it will be the love that hyunjin has for y/n which will now be thousand and thousand times more.

The door lock turned as came in a Hyunjin with his hands filled with a large bouquet of red roses. "Darling!" He called as soon as he stepped foot inside the house.

Y/n smiled widely as Hyunjin hugged her tightly. "I've missed you so much baby."

"You've been only gone for three hours, love. And we even facetimed not even 45 minutes ago," She smiled, kissing his nose. "And your point is?" He giggled.

Y/n took the flowers from him, setting them down on the coffee table infront of them. "...Hyunjin. You know, I watched that video of you and the boys with the child. He looked so cute my heart was about to burst."

"Yeah. He was really soft to hold too," He began tucking behind a piece of stray hair from Y/n's face. "What do you think about kids, sweetheart?" He asked.

The look of surprise on Y/n's face was what led to him asking Y/n if felt sick or something.

She shook her head. "No nothing. I-I like kids. Yeah. I love them," She hesitated.

"Y/n, baby something is wrong. I can tell that from your face. What's the matter?" He asked looking at Y/n waiting patiently for her to open up.

She began filling with the diamond plated engagement ring, a habit of hers she did when she was anxious. Hyunjin grabbed her hands softly, making her look at him. "Tell me. It's okay," He coaxed.

"I'm pregnant." She finally said after a long pause.

The news made hyunjin's hold on her hands loosen making her look up in horror. "...what?" He asked surprised, but no sign of anger.

"I'm pregnant, Hyunjin. Found out last week but was afraid to tell you."

He immediately pulled her in for an embrace, his face in the crook of her neck. "An entire week? Why were you afraid, my love?" He asked softly after they pulled away. "Afraid that I'd leave you even after everything we've been through?"

"No. Not that. I wasn't afraid of you leaving me, Hyun. I know you never will. But the fact is, right now, your career is at its peak and I don't wanna pull you back and be a burden."

Hyunjin held her face in both his hands gently shaking her. "Love, you can never be a burden for me," He kissed her on her temple. "You have no idea how happy I am Y/n. I'm the happiest man alive right now," He screamed jumping from the couch and twirling Y/n around but soon realizing what he did, he sat her down apologizing to Y/n. "I'm sorry, sorry. I have to be gentle. I forget."

His antics made Y/n laugh whole heartedly in a while. "It's not even two weeks, love!"

"Doesn't matter. I'll be more careful. Oh and no workout, no doing heavy work, no bending. I'll dodge cooking, laundry, cleaning everything. You just rest baby," He said kissing her softly.

And when realization hit him he smiled even wider if that was even possible. "At our wedding, our baby will be 1 year old! Perfect! If it's a girl we'll make her her own gown as well and if its a boy then I'll stand with him at the end of the alter, waiting for our precious momma," He smirked making Y/n blush. "Too quick, too quick."

After he calmed down a bit, Hyun pressed his head against Y/n's tummy, his hands hugging her waist. "No matter what happens, nothing can separate me from you and our precious little baby."

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