Yk That Lava Girl Fix You Made? I Thought About How She Can Cover Herself In Lava..what If Rain And Water

“who did this to you?”

↳ he finds you injured / “who did this to you?” trope - [diluc, kaeya, wriothesley x gn!reader]

tags: injuries + mentions of blood/reader gets hurt. swearing. threats to kill people lol.

notes: wooo first genshin post.. i need to catch up on this game

diluc ━━━

the way adelinde stood outside of the winery, hands playing nervous with each other and shifting her weight, told diluc that something was wrong. his brows were pinned as he approached her.

“everything alright?” he asked, trying to keep his voice even and calm but there was a hint of worry underneath. something was wrong. something was definitely wrong.

adelinde cleared her throat before speaking, “y/n arrived about half an-”

diluc didn’t need to hear the rest. he moved past her and into the house, calling your name as he moved up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. he was already rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt; what exactly was wrong he didn't know, but he was more than willing to get his hands dirty.

he knocked on the door to your shared room only once before clicking the door open. there was a nurse next to the bed, but she wasn’t tending to you at the moment. she looked a little startled as he entered, but he paid her no mind.

he was kneeling at your bedside in a second. the nurse had taken a few steps back to give him space. he held your hand in his, his lips pressed against your knuckles.

“are you okay? what happened?” he asked, a little breathless, his eyes moving over you. there was a bandage wrapped around your abdomen, but he didn’t see any other injuries.

you nod and swallow dryly. “yeah… yeah ‘m alright.”

"bullshit." he mutters under his breath, eyes wandering over the wound. he wants to get a better look at it, but he knows the bandaging is fresh and he doesn't want to disturb it.

"i'll be fine, diluc... honest."

"who did this?" he asks, his voice suddenly a lot lower than before.

"...what?"

it almost startles you, the way small, almost unnoticeable flames flicker along the skin of diluc's forearms. his voice is calm, but strained, when he speaks, "who?"

"it was just some treasure hoarders, i'm-"

"where?"

"they're dealt with, diluc."

he stares at you for another few moments, eyes watching your face as if searching for some sort of sign that you were being dishonest. finally, he shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath, and opens them again. this time, when he speaks, his voice is much softer and caring than before.

"do you need anything?"

"i'm okay. some water, maybe?"

"of course," he hums, moving to press a kiss against your forehead. "just get some rest."

kaeya ━━━

you were supposed to be back an hour ago.

and yet, you weren't back.

he hates that he's pacing, hates that he feels so helpless. he should go find you. he should tell jean he's leaving, that he's not going to work for the rest of the day, that he's going to the outskirts of mondstadt to-

"kaeya!"

his head snaps up, his gaze falling to you. you were limping, why were- oh. there is a gash across your hip, bloody and staining your pants almost black, fading into red at the edges.

he's at your side as quickly as he can be. he's holding your shoulders, a silent plea not to move, not to put weight against the wound.

"shit- what happened? who did this to you?"

you swallow thickly, panting slightly. "just- i ran in to some people-"

"what kind of 'people'?"

"people that got taken care of, kaeya. i promise."

he stares at you for another few moment, a muscle ticking in his jaw. then he nods and moves to your injured side. he grabs your arm to drape it over his shoulders and around his neck, his other arm wrapping around you and pulling you into him.

"we're getting you inside, and safe, and then i'm going to make sure every last one is properly dealt with."

you shake your head at him, but don't say anything. you're grateful for the support on your leg and you weren't about to complain. slowly, he helps you hobble back to the city and slowly deposits you into an infirmary bed.

a nurse ushers kaeya away, and he spends the next twenty minutes pacing outside of the building, his arms crossed. finally, the door opens, and the same nurse sticks their head out of the door, "kaeya? you can come in."

he moves back into the building, maneuvering around people and equipment to kneel at your bedside.

"hey..." he says softly. his hand comes up to your face, back of his hand running affectionately across your cheek. "you feeling alright?"

you give him a small smile. "i'm fine."

"you are," he affirms. "but i still intend on finding the sons of bitches."

you frown at him, though it holds little heat. you study him for another moment before you give him a resigned sigh, "near cape oath."

he presses a kiss against your forehead, already standing up, "i'll be back before dark, my love."

wriothesley ━━━

wriothesley did not consider himself to be a violent person.

today, he was about to be.

it was the way you stumbled into his office, looking so worn out, blood draining down your face and down your chin. your lip was busted and a gash broke the skin near your temple, crimson trickling down your face and dripping onto his floor.

he’d been by your side before you could even utter a word, letting you lean against him and forcing you to sit on the floor. his thumb ran over the blood, as if trying to convince himself that this was real. that this had happened. likely in the fortress, no less.

had it been? no. there was no way. no one would harm someone so blatantly important to the duke… right?

he was pulled from his thoughts by a gentle grumble from you.

“give me a name.” he said, without really thinking about it. his voice was stern, and cold, and left no room for argument.

“what?” you blinked hard, seemingly trying to ground yourself.

“shit.” he cursed under his breath, helping you stand back up. why the hell you had come looking for him before medical attention, he’d never know.

still, he held you against him and helped you to the infirmary, whispering sweet affirmations under his breath the whole way. his string of ‘you are gonna be fine’s and ‘everything is gonna be alright’s dissipates as he slowly lowers you into an infirmary bed.

he straightens, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl twisting his face.

“who did this to you?” wriothesley asked again, this time more firmly.

you shake your head. “is… okay, wrio-”

“give me a goddamn name.” he asks again, and then his voice softens. “please.”

you watch him for another few moments before nodding and letting the person’s name fall from your lips. a muscle in his jaw ticks. he looks down to one of the melusines.

“i’ll be back in an hour. you tell me if they so much as twitch a finger weird.” he orders. he doesn’t wait for a reply, his jaw set as he moves out of the infirmary.

Definitely Bakugou

Katsuki was sleeping on the couch with his headset on after playing with Kirishima and the other boys, “Baby, hey, bubs I’m heading out.” He hummed with his eyes closed “Huh?” “I’m heading out real quick okay? I love you.” You kissed his cheek before grabbing your keys. “You want me to grab your shoes?” His voice sounding gruff “No baby, I’m okay thank you.” “Here.” You turned around to see him holding his wallet out to you, you giggled. “Katsu, no it’s okay baby.” You began to walk out the living room “Babe, what time is it?” He said as he rubbed his eyes, “It’s past ten baby.” “Okay…. What? Wait,wait,wait. TEN?!?” You started to laugh as he quickly took off his headset , Katsuki got up and immediately put on his slides next to the couch and his hoodie that he took off. “No, no, no baby, It’s okay! I’ll be fine.” “Yeah, no baby I’m not letting you go out this late, fuck that.” He grabbed his phone before walking with you. “Katsu, I promise I’ll be quick.” “Nah babe, I’m going with you.” He grabbed your hand before walking out the front door, “Katsuki! Please you don’t have to come with me.” “No I don’t care, I ain’t trying to have you killed or shit by these fuckers out here.” You started to laugh as he closed the front door and grabbed your hand again walking to your car, “You never know what could happen this fucking late babe.” “Baby, I done it before and came back fine.” “That’s the last fucking time you ever go out this late without me.” He grabbed your keys to start the car and drive to the store with you.

He bought everything btw

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𝐛𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 ˚⁎⁺˳ . ⊹

katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, & hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader a/n: a late happy valentines day ! a new format that has absolutely no consistency at all so enjoy <33

◞♡° KATSUKI BAKUGO ; the one who always shows up in your morning run to the coffee shop he’s caught your eye the first time you came in. its a smaller coffee shop and you’ve been coming here for years, seeing the variety of people come in and out on their morning coffee runs. but he’s stayed. every morning, 7am on the dot, hes in line, getting his daily caffeine. sometimes you come before him, sometimes you come after him, but at some point hes become a part of your daily morning ritual. seeing his spiky ash blond hair, and tall build at the till ordering his hazelnut latte with no whipped cream (you don’t mean to eavesdrop, he just speaks very loudly) has become something you’re looking forward to, a question in your mind as you make your way to the little shop. you’ve built a relationship on passing glances, and fleeting meeting of eyes. maybe one day you’ll build up the courage to say hello, but for now you were content with the slight squeeze in your heart every time you see his bulking frame, and the pause in your breath every time you catch him looking at your way.

◞♡° SHOTO TODOROKI ; the one who’s browsing for books in the same section your fingers brush the spines of the books on the shelf, your head tilted to the side to read all their names and the authors who write them. finally picking out a book, you pluck it out from its space, and flip it over to read the blurb. unsatisfied, you reach to put it back, and you notice a boy, about a metre away looking browsing along the shelves. he’s probably the prettiest person you’ve seen in your life, and you couldn’t help but stare. the boy notices, and looked over at you, and you swear you’ve never moved faster, your head whipping back to look at the various books in front of you. you pick a random book and squeeze it in your hands, your cheeks aflame as you open it up, attempting to busy yourself with the much too pretty stranger standing next to you. your eyes saw words, but you really couldn’t read anything, mind buzzing and skin prickling at the proximity of the stranger. and it didn’t help every time your eyes flitted upwards, you could see his fleeting glances your way.

◞♡° IZUKU MIDORIYA ; the one who sits down next to you on the bus the gentle rumbling of the large bus soothed your eyes closed, and your head felt like it was stuffed full of cotton. all you could really think about was the feeling of finally hitting your head on your fluffy pillow, but it doesn’t seem your eyelids could wait that long. just a moment into your mind buzzing to a quiet, you feel a shuffling next to you, and the thump of a bag next to your feet. you peel open your eyes to see who’s taken up the space next to you, and it was a miracle you didn’t splutter out loud. “hey, sorry i didn’t mean to wake you.” he whispers in apology, eyebrows furrowed in worry. you blink hard, trying to process exactly how handsome this green haired man is.

“no no no, don’t worry about it all.” you breathe, entranced by his jade green eyes and the flush of freckles on his cheeks.

“good.” he smiles, the corner of his eyes crinkling and you didn’t think that your heart could go at a faster rate. you clutch the bag in your lap and look straight ahead, praying your flushed face didn’t betray you. the lights of the city at night sped past you, and you were acutely aware of every movement around you, whether it be the drum of his fingers on his knees, or the slight brush of his large shoulders against your hunched ones. as he takes his leave, hoisting his bag onto his back, he wishes you a good night, and you watch him leave the bus with wonder in your eyes, and parted lips.

◞♡° HITOSHI SHINSOU ; the one in the airport you first notice him in line to immigration. tall and perfectly mussed purple hair, and he’s just somehow commanded your attention, even from across the hall. in fact he was three lines away from you. so you just looked at him, appreciated him, and went on with your day.

the second time you see him is walking towards your gate. The area was sparse of people, with a family of four in the corner and a couple walking along past you. you look up from your phone and notice him walking just in front of you, pulling along his suitcase behind him. your eyebrows shoot up for a moment, and you let out a small breath of laughter to yourself, wondering how rare this must be. he then turns a corner into the bathroom, and you continue along, wondering how far away your gate must be.

the third time you see him is in the coffee shop right across from your gate, as your waiting with your receipt for your name to be called to pick your drink up. tapping your foot, you look at the menu up behind the counter again, taking a more in depth look at the various coffees as you wait. in the corner of your eyes you spot a familiar head of fluffy violet hair, and your mouth visibly dropped open as you fully register who was ordering a coffee. it was the first time you saw him up close, and you were pretty sure your heart stopped for a solid moment. the tired stranger turns around and your eyes immediately dart to the sign behind him, in some sort of attempt to not look like a complete idiot. he saunters over to you (no, not to you idiot he’s just waiting for his coffee as well) and you freeze, heart pumping so hard you were scared it would break through your ribcage and tear through your skin. he stations himself next to you, and pulls out his phone to scroll through. it was kind of insulting to see him so relaxed and for you to feel like you were on the verge of a seizure. but what you didn't know was that he was squeezing his phone tight, peeking up at you through his lashes, waiting for your name to be called just so he could know what it was.

ー unspoken "i love you's" ୧ .˚ₓ ༄ؘ

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, midoriya izuku, kaminari denki

genre: fluff :)

notes: i'm sorry i haven't posted in a while :( i was a lot busier for the winter break than i thought i'd be n i also didn't rly have much energy nor inspo at the time skfjskfn

✧ bakugo katsuki always has a way to let you know he's listening to you. the second you start talking, he'll take his earphones off and put his phone down, subtly leaning closer to you the longer you speak. when you try to cut your rambles short with, "sorry, i'm talking too much" or "nevermind, i think i already told you this" he only raises his brow and scoffs, "so? spit it out." then he'll pull you onto his lap and wrap his arms around your waist, caging you in, and will glare at you until you start talking again, because katsuki doesn't care one bit if he's hearing "the same shit" for the second, third, or the seventh time. as long as he gets to hear it from you, he's going to listen to every word, every time.

✧ shinsou hitoshi wants to tell you he loves you everyday, but that would mean getting over his nerves before attempting to. that is to say, hitoshi says his 'i love you's' through brief yet intimate contact and gestures. he'll link pinkies with you under the table, kiss your shoulder when nobody's looking, interlace his fingers into yours, locking eyes with you as he presses a lasting kiss on the back of your hand. his favorite thing to do is to wrap you in his arms and massage your scalp until you're in a dazed state, wherein he's much more comfortable saying, "i love you y/n..." he plants a kiss at the crown of your head before slightly leaning his head back, studying your calmed features adoringly, "... more than you'll ever know."

✧ the way midoriya izuku squeezes your hand and immediately calls your attention the instant he sees something he's sure you'd love. when your favorite song starts playing in a store, or when a small animal's tapping its paws in your direction, izuku's just as excited as you are. only his reason differs from yours. he's over the moon when you start squeezing his hand back out of excitement, turning to face him with animated eyes and the most adorable grin on your face. izuku didn't think it was possible you could get any more beautiful, neither did he think it was possible he could fall in love with you more than he already was.

✧ kaminari denki doesn't shy away at all from admiring you up close. he basically has permanent heart eyes for you. he'll gently tuck your hair behind your ear, brushing his thumb against your cheeks, and mutter about how he's glad can see your face better now. if you let him, he'll take tons of photos of you until his phone storage's full. when you tell him to delete the ones you find unflattering, he'll immediately do so whilst aggressively disagreeing with you, saying that he takes tons of photos of youー not because he's looking for the best angle, but because you look spectacular from all angles. when his friends catches him staring at his lockscreen (his favorite photo of you particularly), he doesn't mind all the teasing and the noises of disgust from bakugo. he's more than happy to shower you with praise, even when you're not there to hear them. "how can i not stare? they're gorgeous! you see this?" he smirks as he circles his arm to show everyone the photo, and when he lowers his phone to admire the photo again, his proud grin's toned down to a softer, more gentle smile of adoration, "just... perfect."

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11:42 PM. KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

his first words after six months aren’t ‘can i come in?’ when he shows up to your doorstep unannounced. it thunders behind him, pouring rain with a vengeance only seen on movie screens. each strike of lightning lights flashes bright white against his features, illuminating already startling crimson eyes.

he looks like he hasn’t slept in months. ash blond hair matted to his forehead, dark circles hanging like stalactites—never have you seen him in a state like this, and it makes you want to shrink away, back into the comfort of your home.

you stay out anyway, and the cold nips at your socked feet almost playfully.

“why are you here?” your voice shakes him out of his stupor and he pauses, mouth open with a retort already dying on his tongue. what was he doing here? interrupting your peace away from his torment filled life with selfish wants?

how does he tell you that he hasn’t had a good night’s rest since that massive argument six months ago? that he shouldn’t have nitpicked and snapped at you because his mission failing wasn’t your fault—you were just there and suffered the brunt of his anger in your attempt to help.

how does he tell you his misses the way your hands would run through his hair, slow and practiced, as the dust and dirt from the day’s work washes down the drain? that he misses your silly songs made up from a tune he’d gotten stuck in his head, and that he can’t bear to clean up because the very thought of doing the most mundane things without you sends an unfathomable amount of ache to his chest?

that he misses having the weight of you, skin against skin, at night, where he could be just katsuki?

he can’t say any that. he can’t do that to you. you look well—better, even, after six months. your voice is soft when you ask, not even the slightest bit of hatred present at all, and he almost wants to disappear. regret courses through his veins, but he can’t find it within himself to move.

slowly, his gaze meets your once more, hands shoved into his pockets, and he lays out the barest contents of his heart then.

“i didn’t know where else to go.”

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“hello, my love.”

shouto todoroki’s morning voice makes you swoon — it’s rough around the edges and soft in the middle, like a sweet melody for your ears.

“good morning, shouto.”

you admire him in all of his glory; his hair is slicked back since he took a shower and it’s still damp (you can clearly see him pushing it back, annoyed huff leaving his lips. the thought makes you smile). he’s shirtless — toned chest almost glittering under the golden sunlight — but wearing loose tweed pants.

“how’d you sleep?” he asks, chops some melon and places it on a plate as you walk over to him.

“splendidly well,” you wrap your arms around his waist, bury your nose into his chest — he smells like peony and rose water body wash and feels soft, smooth. you’re embraced by comfort. you look up, grin at his pretty face. “and you?”

shouto leans down to kiss you — a kiss that tastes like tea, a sweet little kiss that makes you smile even more, wakes you up for the day. “also splendidly well. someone was clinging onto me and they continued to murmur they were cold, so. it was an eventful night.” he shrugs.

you hop on the countertop as he goes to turn on the stove, takes out some eggs from the fridge. there’s a tiny smile on his face and it’s contagious as hell.

“if i remember correctly, you were also hugging me closer to you.”

“oh, so now i can’t hug the person i’m marrying?!”

you giggle like a lovesick fool. “you’re impossible, mr. shouto todoroki.”

“i get that a lot in the office.” he wiggles in between your legs and you swear his eyes are in the shapes of hearts. and then, quite suddenly, he’s holding your chin — thumb grazing your bottom lip, making you taste the fruit he was cutting.

it’s quiet, barely above a whisper, but you hear it either way — i love you. and he plants a kiss on your lips, wraps his arms around your waist.

with a kiss from his lips you go to heaven and speak to god. with a touch from his hand your soul shivers.

his forehead rests against yours and it feels like you’ve become one for the thousandth time. he smiles, almost giggles. “okay, let me make you some breakfast.”

you feel loved. and you think it’s because you’re drowning in shouto todoroki’s love. and he feels the same way, too, lets you know in these little moments.

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katsuki loves you. from the bottom of his heart, he does. he loves how you help so many people, even without realizing it. he loves the way you're so unbelievably contagious, cheering up your friends when they're not feeling their best selves. and he feels so fuckin' grateful that you chose him to share your existence with.

you save so many people. you tell them to take care of themselves. you listen, and lend a hand to those in need when they need it most.

but what katsuki can't stand - what he fuckin' hates seeing the most - is you refusing to lend yourself that helping hand.

you don't hesitate to take care of anyone... so why is it so hard for you to take care of yourself?

you think you hide it well; you think nobody can see that you're truly, silently suffering. but none of this is fooling him. he's too perceptive for that. he catches you one night, completely offguard while you're crying.

katsuki's quick to envelop you in the tightest of hugs. his fingers, gently thread through your hair. he shoves your face into the crook of his neck, and there's absolutely no way you can escape his embrace now. no way you can possibly hide from him. and before he speaks, with the softest voice you've ever heard, he kisses your temple, tenderly like lovers do. like they should do.

"let me help you," he says, feeling your poor body shaking in his arms. "i want to take care of you."

you haven't heard kinder words in such a long, long time, it's powerful enough to shake you out of your sobbing and leaves you ultimately frozen.

"please," he pleads. and katsuki never says 'please.' "teach me how to love you. let me save you when you can't. and don't give me that, 'i'll be fine,' bullshit."

he pulls back to look you in the eye, his forehead pressing flush to yours. nose to nose.

"don't you fuckin' get it? you're all i have," his voice, so used to commanding with confidence and barking orders, croaks underneath hidden pressure, and cracks.

"you're the most important person in my life, dumbass," his throat bobs as he swallows. "and i don't ever wanna lose you."

— 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ✫

𝐟𝐭;; xiao, diluc, ayato, scaramouche

𝐭𝐰/𝐜𝐰;; mentions of blood/bleeding/bruises, scaramouche thinks about choking someone, implied violence, this is being written before ayato’s official release, so inaccuracies may occur. apologies for any grammar errors.

— 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 feels his breath hitch. Your pained expression comes into view, and suddenly, his vision is filled with red red red, because you’re hurt and there’s blood everywhere and why is his chest aching? Mocking laughter brings his daze to a halt, and Xiao distantly realises that now, his vision is tinged with red for an entirely different reason.

— 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 starts to choke up. ‘Not again,’ a distant part of him cries out, ‘Not them too.’ He prays to every God in Teyvat, in the hopes that this is all just a nightmare. But the blood that stains your clothes is all too real, and Diluc can only escape reality for so long. Slowly, he begins to stand, and his knees nearly buckle underneath his weight. His fingers tremble with the need for his claymore, and his eyes burn with a newfound vigour.

— 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎 releases a deceptively calm chuckle. Blue eyes that usually shimmered with amused mirth, now held the frigid glare of an icy storm. Quickly, he shoots a brief glance in your direction, his eyes softening at your bruised and battered form. Ayato leans down to press a tender kiss against your forehead, before gracefully rising to his feet. As he gazed upon the person who was foolish enough to harm you, his lips curl into a slow smirk, one that does not reach his eyes.

— for a brief moment, 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 is left stunned by the sheer audacity. The amount of insolence is almost laughable, don’t they know who they’re messing with? His hands shake with barely suppressed rage, itching to reach out and wrap themselves around the fool’s throat. Instead, both hands clutch his sides, and a hollow, mocking laugh leaves his lips. His eyes glint with the promise of vengeance, because what goes around, comes around, and scaramouche is more than happy to deliver.

My request is for the dorm leaders x their s/o who they find crying and clutching a half burnt photograph of their family. It's the only picture they of of them since choosing to stay in TW with them instead of going back to their world. Some jerk students decided to burn their backpack where the picture was. "I don't regret my choice, I'll choose you ever time. I love you, and where ever you are is where my home is. But I want to hold on to my memories of them too. Do you think magic can fix it

Dorm Leaders + MC's Memoribilia

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Cut for length, slight cursing and also some spoilers for the boys' magical abilities. Also, slight warning: Some lines may have a yandere/possessive feel to them, so read with caution

"Love?"

There, your lover stood in horror as he watched you clutch a burnt sack, your fingers dirtied by the soot, running over a charred image of you and your family.

"I don't regret my choice, I'll choose you every time," You said, holding back your tears. "I love you, and where ever you are is where my home is."

You stood up, showing your lover the picture as you hesitated to ask. "But… I want to hold on to my memories of them too. Do you think magic can fix it?"

Malleus Draconia

Malleus hugged you, trying not to crush you. He let you cry in his arms

He wasn't sure why such a photo would hold such importance to you, but after hearing about how much your family meant to you, he wanted to try fixing it

"I… I'll try my love."

His magic wasn't inclined to this sort of thing, but he went day after day to Lilia to check if Lilia's magic would work

As for the pitiful student that burnt your bag…

Malleus does not show any mercy towards that student, shaming him in the worst way possible

The student was later found stuck on one of the towers due to a mysterious spell…

That wasn't the only part of his revenge… After all, he should return the favour since that student burnt your bag

The student was no match for his dragon flames, barely alive after roasting in Malleus' flames

"The humans call it 'an eye for an eye'… This is quite fair for burning my beloved's photo."

Riddle Rosehearts

He timidly shook his head, answering your question. He knew how much your family meant to you so he did try to preserve the photo as much as possible

He got a special frame for you to put a photo of your parents by your bedside

"I'm… I'm sorry I can't do anything YN…"

That was partially a lie. After all, he could just punish the student that did such a heinous crime

The resulting outcome was simply a student who humiliatingly lost to the Dorm Leader, with Riddle punishing him publicly on reasons of 'school property damage'

"What a disgrace… consider this punishment for breaking the rules!"

They didn't have to know the real reason, it was none of their business

As a treat, Riddle would replace everything that was burnt in the fire, and a little more, spoiling you with all your favourite treats

He had to admit, his heart would soften, remembering your promise to stay with him

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim immediately rushes to you, wiping any sort of soot off your fingers and setting the picture aside

He cried more than you did. He gazed into your eyes, trying to wipe away any tears that dared to leave your eyes

"Y-YN… Don't cry my Princess… If you cry, I… I can't help but cry too…"

He does become a little delusional, trying to find every single way to fix the photo, panicking every time his methods failed

You had to stop Kalim, and he settled for preserving the picture in a golden plaque

He wasn't done yet though, as he had to ensure this wouldn't happen again…

He was usually a kind-hearted boy, but this kind of thing pushes it over the line

"Hey, I know you're sad that I kicked you out, but next time you should consider the consequences of your actions. I'm sure you'll do great somewhere else, away from my Princess…"

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul, at first, was infuriated at this sort of bullying done to his beloved. He wanted to get revenge as quickly as possible, but first he had to take care of you

When you asked if he could fix it, he immediately wanted to guarantee it, but he knew it wouldn't be easy

"Angelfish… I'll try my best for you."

He enlisted the help of the Shroud siblings to try and re-visualise how the image would've looked like

With some bare success, only a partial amount was recovered, but you were utterly grateful to Azul. You were so overwhelmed that you couldn't help but kiss your boyfriend, much to his embarrassment

Oh, but now that you were oh so happy with it, he could finally enact his plan

"Jade, Floyd. Come with me. There's a student we need to drown in debt…"

Idia Shroud

It wasn't the first or last time he'd seen some sort of harassments at school, but to this point, it was unacceptable in his eyes

He couldn't care less if that student was favoured, or had great prospects. That student was doomed

Idia glanced over your photo, patting your head as he covered you in his oversized jacket

"I can fix it!... I… I'll make you happy YN."

He was a little ashamed to admit it, but he did have a digital copy of that photo unintentionally. It must've been one of the times his drones sneaked a love letter in your bag…

Besides the point! The photo was immortalised in a digital form, to which Idia had made a special display for all the photos you thought you lost in those flames

Speaking of flames… He'd figuratively burn the student, exposing everything he could possibly find

"Hmph. Serves you right normie. Hope you don't mind me burning your stuff too."

In addition to the display, Idia spoils you by replacing all your lost items with Twisted Wonderland's high end versions, no questions asked

Leona Kingscholar

Leona wastes no time pursuing whoever burnt your bag. Before he left in rage, he gave you a peck on the forehead

He'd storm in to every classroom, interrogating whoever witnessed it. Once he'd find the student, he'd make it clear that hell was waiting for him

"Hey, I wanna get back to YN as soon as possible. So just stay still while I break your bones."

The student barely makes it alive, most likely confined to the infirmary bed. Leona doesn’t care if he gets punished, he'll probably sleep through it

He makes up for suddenly running away by inviting you to a bunch of cuddles

However, he admitted that he was scared of trying to help you fix the photo due to his magic

"Hey YN… I know I can't do anything, but I'll get a nice frame for it…"

He also splurges some money to replace everything that you lost, despite you insisting that the photo was enough

Vil Schoenheit

He was horrified at the soot on your skin, hurrying to wipe it off

"YN, oh my dear YN… I can't fix it… Come, let me clean you up."

Vil doted on you for quite awhile, soothing any anxious thoughts you had. He listened to your many stories of you and your family, and how much they meant to you

He didn't think about the cretin that did this to you initially, but after letting you drift off to sleep, he considered who could've done this to you

He gets Rook to do some investigation, and once the perpetrator came to light, Vil makes use of his influence

Knowing his supporters, they'd bring that student down through shaming him

He savours taking some petty revenge for himself, the student suffering from Vil's wrath of insults

"To think a weed like you insulted my darling… Should I? I can't let any weeds growing around my blooming YN."

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 & 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔!!

featuring ; (husband !) akaashi keiji + iwaizumi hajime + kageyama tobio + atsumu miya + bokuto koutarou

warnings ; mentions of alcohol, iwa’s muscles ;;

notes ; i couldn’t help but switch up my headcanon layout, i hope you guys don’t mind

+AKAASHI placed the glass of wine to his lips, eyes trained on you who stared with confusion. his location : lake como, italy, and by far one of the most beautiful places you’ve ever seen. it was almost cliche, how you were sitting here drinking expensive wines on the balcony of your hotel ( which might i add was just as breathtaking as the city ) with quite a view of the massive expanse of crystalline water glittering pleasantly in the sunshine. “this is something keiji, how could you even afford it ?” you gasped, tilting your head back with laughter at his sly smirk. so silly. “don’t doubt my ways love, i make more than enough y’know.” followed with a pout, it was nice seeing this side of him. that childish, prudish side. “are you happy with how your ‘ways’ turned out ?” this time you smirked. a long pause followed, noticing how thoughtfully the editor gazed at you. “yeah.” he followed with a sweet smile. “definitely.” oh, his ways alright.

+IWAIZUMI was having the time of his life, from surfing to tackling you into the water ( don’t worry, he was gentle ), the islands of maui could not appear more inviting. it was sometime midday, although you’d both easily have lost track of time, and the sky was blazing with golden rays of light. and honey, hajime was glowing. his skin tanned effortlessly from the many hours outside, and not to mention with the tattoo you’d urged him to get around his tricep. hot wasn’t even the word that could describe it. in the night you’d fall asleep in his big arms, chirping of birds and buzzing of insects falling to deaf ears. this beautifully muscular ( and shirtless :> ) man serving as an excellent teddy bear. and it seemed at just how cuddly and affectionate he was, he didn’t mind a bit. he softly stroking a piece of stray hair behind your ear while he leaned on his elbow. “go to sleep baby, and don’t worry, your strong and capable husband will protect you.” he flexed his arm, earning a giggle from you. “weirdo.” — “your weirdo.”

+KAGEYAMA first through the of greece. when confronting you with the location of your honeymoon, upon your agreement he came to realize just how basic greece would be on a chart of most to least common honeymoon spots but he didn’t mind. especially when you reached out to him, hands opening and closing to beckon him closer as your slipped into the hot tub of the luxurious santorini resort he’d booked. known for the beautiful scenery and top-notch quality. only the best. he vowed. “c’mere tobio, the water feels amazing.” he didn’t need to be told twice to sink into your warmth, vulnerable disposition hidden in the private sector he’d requested ( only the best ). the heavenly feeling of laying his head on your chest, nearly snoring after only five minutes. “comfy ?” you grinned widely, he was like a puppy. “yes.” he mumbled, planting soft kisses on your cheek with half-lidded eyes, puppy.

+ATSUMU gripped your hand as you walked through the streets of mallorca, spain. at this point he was probably family to most of the locals who now referred to him as “son.” meanwhile, you bathed happily on the cushioned sides of the boat he’d rented, surveying the setter as he learned how to sail. despite his big-headedness, you remained shocked at how patient the instructor was, having not thrown the man off the ship just yet. “hey babe, look at me.” you looked his way, not disappointed at the sight. the unbuttoned white flannel ( cut in a deep v ) exposed his chest just enough, along with the unkempt blonde hair and unnecessary sunglasses. he was fit for this. “wow tsum, you look-“stunning ? i know.” he dramatically sighed, you simply frowned. “not the word i was thinking of but okay.” — “hey that’s not very nice.” his sunglasses tumbling off his face onto the floor clumsy, that’s the word for it.

+BOKUTO leaned back in the carriage with a satisfied sigh, watching the stars up above with rounded eyes of curiosity. “do you know the constellations kou ?” the heartfelt moment broken with a “not a clue.” you rolled in the grass, chest erupting in laughter. “seriously ? this would’ve been so romantic !!” you huffed, deciding to lay still. “mm nah. i think it’s still romantic just watching the stars in australia.” he shrugged aimlessly, perching up to then lean over your lips. his kisses always felt magical, but this time even more so. “see ? pretty romantic huh.” he wiggled his brows humorously, getting the chance to kiss him again. and again and again till it seemed like there was no one in the universe except you and him. completely enraptured in all of it. “i will admit.” you breathed after an intense kiss from the needy ace. “that was romantic.” he rocked his fists to the air, whooping triumphantly. yeah, i guess bokuto koutarou was romantic after all.

—maak

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