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I heard voices that previous paw was missing something, so here you go :3
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I wrote a small little Raphael x gn!Tav fluff. Kisses, love you, byeeee.
Green as deep as peacock feathers, red flowing like blood, I work the needle and thread in and out of the fabric. My eyes catch between the door and my embroidery, waiting for him. He never asked for this small sample of my devotion, but I hope that he’ll take it from his pocket after breaking a prisoner and smear the white silk with the stranger’s blood from his face. Punch and pull, I will my cruel design into the weave of the fabric.
The doors break open, the smell of sulfur sending me from my seat. His shoulders are thrown back, a tiger broken free from its enclosure. He clenches and unclenches his fists before hurling a bolt of fire at a bronze vase, gilded in a centuries old fashion. It clatters to the floor the hollow metal
“Vile vermin!” he spits. “To disrespect me in my house!”
Setting aside my work, I go after the still rolling vase. It’s warm to the touch as I set it back on the mantle.
“Is everything alright?” I ask.
A curl of hair untucks itself from behind his ear, smoldering with the anger that pinches creases between his brows. He could be irascible like this, sometimes when his food tasted bland or if the sheets to our bed had not been folded in the way he liked them. However, I’d never seen the fire in his eyes quite that white before.
“If I didn’t need that ungrateful drow I would have skinned them last week,” he says. Approaching the chair where I had sat, the heat leaves his face as he picks up my embroidery. His fingers trace along the fine floss, as if memorizing a war map with important battle lines and details.
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” I say, approaching him. “I’m afraid it’s not very good.”
He turns and twist the hoop, squinting at the misaligned threads. “It’s a wonderful… sunset.”
I sigh and turn the hoop back right. “Rose. I told you it wasn’t very good.”
He regards me with those warm brown eyes and I think I spy forgiveness in them. “Of course it is. Maybe a few more details, but you’ll get there.”
His praise wraps me in a warmth to match the blazing fire in the hearth and I bite my lip. “I wanted to repay you. You’ve done so much for me.”
“Is owning your soul not enough?” he says. The embroidery is soon set on the side table and I’m pulled into his lap with ease. “Living in this place is part of your agreement. I did not expect for you to take such a liking to it.”
“I wanted to thank you and be of some use to you again. I liked being out there fighting to please you.” I sigh and rest my head against the smooth brocade of his doublet. “It was nice.”
“Little mouse,” he says, taking my hand in his, “It is enough to please me to end every day in your embrace. I am delighted by your devilish smile, even if you do lack the horns.”
He squeezes my mortal hand and I let myself believe that he might still need me for the smallest of seconds.
shouto loves it when you info dump. he told me himself
shouto delights in the far off, bright eyed look you get as you speak about your interests, and the way you use your hands to emphasise words or express happiness. your enthusiasm is endearing, contagious. he's more than attentive to you as your sentences trip over one another, sometimes veering off track, losing your train of thought; a soft smile pulls at the corner of his mouth each time you grow sheepish and apologise for rambling, to which he always replies with a question about something you had earlier mentioned in passing, something you wouldn't expect him to pick up on. shouto thinks he could listen to you talk about anything, because when you excitedly share your thoughts with him like this not only does he feel trusted, he feels loved
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The best things in life are free
I like just remembered how much I love Sero hanta
Sero x Fem!Reader
warnings: none!
word count: 1,600 (about)
summary: Sero doesn't think there could be anything worse than watching you work a kissing booth, the only thing he's got going for him is that you don't seem to be liking it either.
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Anonymous asked:
enjoying the idea of simp bakugou who lets you away with things he’d kill other ppl for - adjusting anything abt his car? fine by him if its you. calling him an embarrassing nickname? only cause he likes you so much. having objectively awful taste in tv? he’ll watch along just bc he loves to make you happy
100%
lets you borrow his car and he doesn’t even get annoyed that the mirrors are tilted the wrong angle for him and his chair is pushed too far forward. when you double dip your biscuits in his tea or drink his drinks with backwash he doesn’t get mad either, justifies it that you share spit when you kiss anyway. anybody else he’d be slapping them to sky the drink lmao. if you watch something he thinks is dumb or have weird food combinations he’d cuss it off to you just because he feels he should but he’s watching the rest with you or trying the food also. AND SORRY PEOPLE DESCRIBING BOYFRIENDS AS SIMPS,,, they SHOULD BE ! why are they your boyfriend if they’re NOT ONE !
i do think it’s funny though when his friends see how you get away with stuff. you’re all sitting in a bar with his friends and kirishima comes with a tray of drinks for everyone and they got yours wrong. bakugou notices immediately, getting up from his seat to change it and you say, “you don’t have to, honeybear! i’ll drink it, it’s fine!” and bakugou doesn’t react so it must be a common pet name for him, but he’s frowning like how dare the bartenders get your order wrong. his friends around the table are all looking at him like?? honeybear? especially kiri who’s whispering to sero, “if he heard my girl calling me that he’d be the first to laugh at me.”
and when bakugou’s gone to get your drink they’re all looking at you like, “wtf how’d you get to call him that?” and you just shrug, “he looks like a honeybear.”
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little silly things nanami would do for his s/o
- on weekends he will cook Huge Breakfasts, including (and most importantly) pancakes shaped like little creatures. they don’t always turn out, but he will tell you, straight faced and without pause that that amorphous blob on your plate is a cat
- if you name your plants he will ALWAYS refer to them by name (it’s just polite). even when he’s talking abt them to someone else. he will tell gojo without blinking “I can’t go on that mission tonight, I forgot to water Samuel before I left.”
- buys bandaids with cute designs. the ones for kids you’re always too embarrassed to get for yourself. dinosaurs or kitties, love?
- same with the sheets on your bed. if you want a fitted sheet with alpacas on it, babe you’re gonna get it
- sends you a picture of EVERY cat he sees on the street. without fail
- orders your ridiculous, over complicated coffee drink without being asked. doesnt flinch when he says it OR mess it up.
- WILL wear heart patterned (or any other silly pattern) underwear just to make you laugh
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I like to imagine Bull kissing the inquisitor’s marked hand for the first time would be kind of a big deal, since, y’know, demons.