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Child meets their parent’s teen self Pt. 1

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Request: @sleepy-potato-chan Hi can i have a headcanon request of Izana, Kazutora, Mikey, Chifuyu and Angry (separated) with a female reader's child travel to their parent's past? like the child met their teen version of their parents?

Ooh your request seems fun, thank you so much for this great request! I really hope this is what you wanted, if it’s not I’m more than ok with fixing it to the way you want it.

Tumblr is bugging, I posted it with your ask but I noticed I forgot to edit stuff in and when I was pressing save privately Tumblr just deleted the post itself😭 good thing I wrote this request on a separate doc.

You and Izana were holding hands and walking home together when a kid ran up to you both and stopped you guys in your tracks. “Mom! Dad! I finally found you both.” This brought confusion to you and Izana. “I think you have the wrong people, kid.” “And I think you don’t know what you’re talking about.” The kid sassed back at Izana. You started laughing because of the kid’s sass. “Hey, it’s not funny, stop laughing!” Izana pouted at you. “You guys are still as lovey dovey as ever, gross.” The kid gagged. “Huh? I thought this was the first time we met.” “I already told you guys, you both are my parents, well in the future you both are.” You and Izana looked at each other then you slowly started to smirk. “So you proposed to me in the future huh.” “Don’t even go there, we’re still teenagers so don’t think that ahead.”

Your child has magically traveled to the past and the sight before them was confusing. What stands before your child is you and Kazutora, but it was the teenager versions of you both. “Mom?” “Dad?” This caught both you and Kazutora’s attention and both of your eyes widened. “Huh?” You both Chorused. You quickly stumbled out, “You got it all wrong, we’re not even together.” “You will be, in the future you both are married and have me.” Now you and Kazutora are looking at each other in shock. I mean sure you both liked each other but you both were too much of a wuss to confess to each other. With this instance, Kazutora worked up the courage to ask you out and the rest is history.

“Huh?” Your child rubs their eyes. “I swear I was just in my room, what am I doing here?” Your child looks around lost and then hears you. “Excuse me there, are you lost?” They turn around and see you and Mikey. “Mom!!” Mikey turns to look at you in shock “Y/N Chan, you have a kid?!” “No! I don’t even have a boyfriend, that’s impossible.” “You’re literally my dad, how do you not know?” Now you’re looking at Mikey in shock, he returned the shock look to you. “Well now that you mention it, you literally look like Mikey but also with some of my facial features too.” “Omg Y/N Chan, marry me.” “Manjiro, we’re 14, it’s too early for that.” “Plus, you haven’t even asked me out yet and you jumped straight to proposing?!” “Sorry, I got a little ahead of myself there.” While you two were bickering your kid was face palming. These are my parents? Embarrassing.

Your child is wandering around and spotted you two. Hmm they look familiar, omg that’s mom and dad when they were teens!! Huh, how come they’re their teen selves? You accidentally bumped into your child, “Ah I’m so sorry, are you ok?” “Yes mother!” “Huh?” Confusion was painted on both you and Chifuyu’s face. “Anyways, you look dumb with blonde hair dad, I’m just here to remind you to dye your hair black. Future you will thank me, ok byeee.” With that said, the kid took off. “Uhm ok..?” “That was something, I must say I’m curious on how you look with black hair now.” “I’ll get it dyed black soon then.” “I still can’t with how that kid roasted your hair though haha.” “Shut up.”

Your child is incredibly smart and observant. They somehow knew instantly what situation they were in when they spotted both you and Souya’s teen selves. The scene before your child was Souya freaking out and deciding whether or not he should approach you. Your child goes up to Souya and tugged the sleeves of his jacket to get his attention. “You should go for it, I know for a fact she’s interested in you.” “Really?” “Yep” Matter of fact, my existence is a literal indication that she likes you back. Souya then works up the courage to go up to you and we all know the ending.

The story both starts and ends with the exact same sentence, the last in a sad way. “She smiled at me, like any stranger would.”

Today's Luka Module Is:

School Uniform by teffish!

Hi there mari darling<3 so can i request a highschool au where kakucho,izana(im not sure if u write for him but if you dont you can write for someone else) and haitani brothers where they are deeply and madly inlove with a shy and a nerd reader.like no bullying and all just them being in love with her.i love you so much<33

Tenjiku crushing on shy reader (college AU!)

A/N: Hi love! I hope you don’t mind me doing it as college AU! since I usually age the characters up. Enjoy <3

Characters: Izana, Kakucho, Rindou, Ran

Izana:

Izana is a man of confidence and assertiveness, yet his heart belonged to someone of the opposite, Y/N, his shy and reserved classmate.

The white haired boy always had a crush on you, even when he wanted to look away, he couldn’t, you were too pretty to look away from.

“Cute” he’d mutter under his breath as he watches you scribble notes that no one else in lecture class was taking.

Although you made Izana’s heart beat fast every time he saw you, he would never shy away from you, in fact he would openly admire you.

“Is this seat taken y/n-chan?” He’d ask ever so smoothly, before taking a seat next to you when you shake your head.

“You’re so smart y/n chan, can you help me study?” he’ll ask immediately after, “sure!” you reply with that damn adorable smile, making him lose his breath.

And as you try to explain your notes to him, you couldn’t help but feel his stare, and when you looked up, you were met with a pretty shade of lilac eyes.

“Izana?” You ask anxiously.

“You’re so pretty” he sighed with his hand on his chin, stuck in a lovesick gaze as he watched you blush.

Kakucho:

Kakucho Hitto, everyone on campus knows him as Izana’s best friend. His very cute best friend

Everyone also knows him as the guy who has a crush on y/n 😭

He made it too obvious. The blush that would adorn his face when you’d enter class, Izana continuously nudging him, the way the usually intimidating boy would start blushing and getting defensive whenever anyone asked him about you.

And it all started because you once shyly told him his scar is pretty <3

But even though he would get flustered at your beauty, he’d overcome his shyness and walk you back to your dorm

Well actually it’s because Izana threatened to tell you the truth if he didn’t make a move 💀

“Pretty cold huh?” Kakucho said, looking up at the grey clouds, hoping to initiate some conversation. “Mhm” you agree shyly. Then you suddenly felt a hand brush against your own

“b-body warmth helps.. Izana said” he reasoned, looking away so you don’t see the blush on his face as you smile and hold his much larger hand.

Rindou:

Rindou knew you, his crush for a year now, didn’t think much about him. After all, he didn’t initiate much conversation with you, but that’s because he didn’t know how. What if he came across too rude? Too cold? He wouldn’t want to put a frown on your pretty little face.

That’s why he settled for non verbal ways of courting you.

He randomly sit down next to you in classes, telling whoever was planning to sit next to you to fuck off.

He won’t talk to you or even fully smile at you, usually he’ll place your favourite drink on the desk, muttering “it’s for you” because turning back to his laptop.

Wait how did he know your favourite dri- never mind.

One day, you felt brave and decided to initiate talk, “oh! I like that song too” you say shyly, looking down at his phone. He looks up at you for a second, his lazy eyes taking in your features before he leaned forward and placed an earphone in your ear. Leaving you more flustered than before.

Even your friends were left so confused by him. So they took into into their own hands to ask him before class began, despite your protests. “Hey Rindou! You like y/n or something?”

Rindou, slightly tilted his head before looking you directly in the eyes. “Yes”

Ran:

Ran likes you.

And I mean A LOT. And it’s about to become everyone on campus’ problem because he’s going to do everything possible to have your attention.

Ran’s crush on you is beyond obvious. No one even feels the need to mention it because they’re so used to seeing him tease you.

Yes, his love language is teasing so you’re in for a damn ride.

Tries to sit next to you in class always. If you happen to be sitting a bit far from him, he’ll stretch his long leg out, wrap it around your chair legs and tug you forward, making you blush in bewilderment when you suddenly find yourself face to face with him

Plays footsies with you under tables!

He likes offering you bike rides back to dorm. “It’s okay Ran, it’s only a 10 min walk” you reason with a shy smile, he leans forward to admire that pretty smile before replying “but pretty people like you shouldn’t walk for 10 mins” with a playful pout.

You laugh softly before joining him on the bike from behind. He audibly hums at the feeling of you wrapping your arms around his waist tightly.

At the traffic light, he leans back so that he’s slightly leaning on you “hey pretty, go out on a date with me in Roppongi soon?” he says with a genuine smile.

The wind softly blows past your face, and lays the grass low against the soil of the meadow you sit in.

Enkidu, who is sitting opposite of you, has a worse time of it--their hair flies right into their mouth, and you cannot help but laugh at the face they make. With their tongue stuck out and their face scrunched up, like that...

"Master," Enkidu chides you gently, "I'm glad you're enjoying watching me struggle, but would you be so kind as to lend me a hand?"

You gently set down the flower crown you were working on--though you hadn't gotten too far anyway--and sit behind Enkidu, gathering their hair up into your hands and brushing it with your fingers.

"Thank you," they hum.

"Mm. Thank you, too," you say, "for coming out here with me."

"I was expecting us to take advantage of those Hunting Quests Da Vinci set up for us, but I do not mind things like this either." Carefully, they pick up the flower crown, and pluck a nearby daisy from the ground. Practiced hands weave the daisy's stem into the chain; then another, and another.

Birds chirp. Another breeze blows by, rustling the leaves of a nearby copse of trees. This is one of the nicer simulation codes, you decide.

Oh, right. The hunting quests. "I didn't feel like doing them right now," you admit quietly. "I just wanted to hang out with you."

Enkidu seems to consider this in silence. "I won't say I understand," they say. "I believe I'm more suited to combat than anything, really. But I do not mind this, either."

"Mm."

"Are you done back there, by the way?"

"Oh! Yeah." The braid turned out kind of heavy, for all the hair that went into it.

Enkidu turns around and places a finished flower crown into your lap. You stare at it in awe. "You finished it so fast. Where did you learn how to--?"

"I simply examined your work and tried to replicate it." A small smile plays on their lips.

You lift the crown to your eyes, inspecting the neatly interwoven stems. "You did great!"

"Thank you, Master."

"Now lower your head, please."

"Hm?" They do so.

You fit the crown onto them, gently tucking a lock of their hair behind their ear.

"Oh," they say softly, reaching up to touch the circlet. "You intended to make it for me?"

"I thought you would look good with it."

"... Do you have a mirror with you, Master?"

"Um." You reach in your pocket for your phone and turn the camera on, handing it to Enkidu. They handle that carefully, too--but whether that is because it is an unfamiliar object or because they may break it if they aren't careful, you can't say. You watch as they scrutinize the image of themself on the screen, tilting their face at different angles.

"Do you like it?" you venture.

"...I think I'll make another one."

"Oh." Your heart drops into your throat for a second. "Um. Why?"

Enkidu hands the phone back to you. "It's nice, but now that we're here, we should make one for you, as well, Master."

before concert ~

Ref : Helmut Newton Woman into Man, 1979

After a long, drunken night, you wake up with a hangover. On your bedside table is a contract, scrappily signed by you, that you have sold your soul for magical powers and a familiar. The smell of bacon and eggs wafts through the air. “Good morning, master!” You hear from the kitchen.

daycare au!luxiem x gn!reader p1 ♡ INTRO

note : i’ve never written any long form series before so i’m interested in seeing how this goes. i’ve been wanting to write this since i deactivated so i’m glad i finally did !! haha i hope you enjoy this first bit.

you needed work.

that’s why you sat in a small office in the back of nijicare, a daycare establishment run by nina kosaka. you had found the listing when asking your friend, elira. her little sister went to a friend’s daycare and apparently they needed an extra hand. with elira’s recommendation you now sat in nina’s office. the room was very cozy, coffee-colored walls with photos of family, friends, and drawings from who you guess where children that came to the daycare. little objects scattered across her desk, whether it be a my little pony toy or a newtons cradle. this room had said a lot about her before she even spoke to you.

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You don’t know how far you’ve walked. But it must have been quite far already since you can’t see your house anymore. It’s cold and you’re tired but you can’t go back yet. After all, this is the third night you’ve seen the shadows, and if your mommy won’t believe you, then you’ll find someone who will.

So you walk, and walk, and walk. The wind got colder and the night got darker as you stray farther and farther from home. Before you know it, your pajama-clad, eight-year old self is lost. Maybe you should have planned your journey better... but you can’t do anything about it now.

It’s when your eyes start welling with tears that you finally spot him. Dragging your little feet across the field, you approach the boy from Mr. Zhongli’s stories and tug on his sleeve.

“Mr. Adeptus,” you sniffle. “There’s a monster in my closet. Can you please help me?”

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a/n: continuing this right where the prompt left off bc i love it thank u grape anon u have the biggest brain ideas as always, i absolutely adore this prompt! words: ~0.7k

The quiet of the field of wildflowers is disrupted once more and Xiao, ever vigilant, grips his polearm tightly in his hands at the sudden voice. Yet, it is not the one of hilichurls, nor is it one of a Fatui agent who is too curious for their own good. Rather, it is that of a child and it immediately raises Xiao’s internal alarms to an even higher level of warning. He turns to look at you, evaporating his mask with a wave of a hand across his face.

Your pajamas are dirtied, likely from the walk here, and your hair is mussed from sleep and the winds that coast over the open expanse of Liyue’s terrains. There is a village not far from where the two of you stand and Xiao deducts that you must be from there, yet it feels awfully far for a child to have traveled by themselves. You look at him with wide eyes, despite the sleepiness that prevails in them, and Xiao feels his heart twist a bit.

The Yaksha isn’t too keen towards humanity as a whole, yet he has always had a fondness for children. Perhaps it is because of them being crafted of the innocence Xiao was never allowed to experience or perhaps it is because they have not yet been tainted by the typical mortal follies that plague humankind. He does not linger on whatever might be motivating such thoughts because while he has all the time in the world, he knows that you do not. 

Xiao watches you shiver and he slides off the detachable sleeve that resides on his left arm. He gently wraps it around your neck and observes the immediate comfort it seems to bring you as you wordlessly nestle into it further, embracing its warmth in the chilly weather.

“Do you live in Qingce Village?” Xiao asks. Despite how he cared for children, his tone is still harsh and uncaring, but you simply smile and nod, happy that someone is finally listening to you. Xiao crouches down and positions his arms. “Climb on. I will help you.”

You scramble onto the Yaksha’s back and, before you realize what’s happening, the two of you are standing in the center of the small village. Your eyes snap open, any semblance of tiredness washed away by the sheer awe you feel at the Yaksha’s abilities. Wordlessly, he begins to walk, as if he somehow knows the way to your house.

“How do you know where I live, Mr. Adeptus?” You ask and Xiao grunts in response.

“I can sense the elemental energy of the shadows,” Xiao responds and you wrap your small arms more tightly around his neck. Surprisingly, the grouchy adeptus doesn’t seem to mind the action. He can sense your increasing fear due to his words, yet he makes no move to placate your worries. After all, humans are so weak to begin with. In order to preserve their mortal lives, a bit of fear was necessary.

The familiar silhoutte of your house comes into view and, before you can jump off Xiao’s back and rush inside, Xiao sets you down and places a hand awkwardly on the top of your head, as if to stop you from darting away. The Yaksha crouches down to your eye level and his piercing amber eyes burn into your soul, yet you can only feel relief. You finally had a hero to destroy the monsters that lurked in your room.

“Wait here,” Xiao says, materializing his polearm in his hands once more. His expression is stern and you dare not defy his words. Instead, you watch as he disappears from your view and, through the window of your house, you can see him rematerialize once more. The jade of his weapon glints in the moonlight and, despite your childhood naivety, you are smart enough to look away as the fighting begins.

Even though the adeptus is your hero, you are far too young to understand the burdens of the weight he bears, yet it feels almost instinctual to provide him with one less burden as you stare at your hands. You are unable to help. Instead, you must wait for the Adeptus to do what he, like all other Adepti, is sworn to do: protect humanity, whether that be one life (or, in your case, one bedroom closet) at a time.