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Viktor x f!reader | SFW | wc: 3.4k + extra story| On his deathbed, Viktor remembers all the moments he shared with you, hoping he can see you once again... even in another life.

A/N: Angsty, but hopefully the extra story will make it a bit happier.

Zaun, Runaterra. Year 1.020

It was ironic, but he didn't mind at all, not after all those years.

Life and time were always something Viktor desperately chased after since he can remember, to the point of replacing all his flesh with steel, leaving almost every trace of his humanity behind to mechanical augmentations, becoming The Machine Herald. He was finally able to live without a limp, without his damaged lungs or any limitations the human body could come across. He became the closest definition to a god in the depths of Zaun and managed to help its population with his mind and creations, a Glorious Evolution, not only for him but for the Undercity.

But time runs out even for a god.

A miscalculation he didn't notice when creating his new body, specifically, when building the power unit meant to replace his beating heart, was the cause of an irreversible malfunction 30 years after being geared on his chest. He thought it could be fixed, like every other part in his body, but he was wrong. A single failure on a divine-built mechanical body was enough to crumble it all to pieces. He tried to repair his mistake, but soon found out he wasn't able to; not only because any efforts put on the task would be useless, but because if any screw was removed out of place it would cause his body to collapse immediately, concluding with a long-lasting pain until the power inside him stopped running: an inevitably hurtful death he didn't want.

Blitzcrank, his beloved invention, was there with him through it all. The golem expected his creator to be furious, knowing his life would come to an end at the age of 59 when his original intention was to, hopefully, become immortal. But, to his surprise, The Machine Herald accepted the slow painless death that time has planned for him with ease; no frustration, no fighting. He took his mask off, revealing the face of the man he used to be years ago, and asked the robot to stay by his side during his last days, taking care of him when his augmentations began to fail; he also ordered him to take good care of Zaun when he wasn't able to. Blitzcrank, intertwining its big mechanic pinky to Viktor's hand in an attempt of a pinky promise, swore to fulfill his wish no matter what.

That was the first time Blitzcrank saw his father cry.

The second time came a month later. Viktor had to be put in bed since he began to lose strength on both his arms and legs, being forced to ask the golem to help him dismantle the Hexclaw from his back so he could lay comfortably. Blitz, like the golden "son" he was, took good care of Viktor: making him sweet milk and reading him bedtime stories to sleep (even though the only books on the shelf were science and mechanic themed). That night, Blitzcrank went to the shelf to look for another book to read, but when trying to reach a leather-cover one, the book fell to the ground, and out of it escaped a piece of yellow old paper. Blitzcrank had always been curious in general, so it couldn't resist the impulse to investigate the paper's content.

Written in sleek calligraphy a short letter could be read.

My dear Viktor, words are not enough to describe how lucky I feel for having someone so brilliant and caring in my life. Not only your mind is bright and intriguing but your heart is pure and passionate. I'll be forever grateful to have met you in this life, you and all stand for; hopefully, this picture could immortalize our golden days for us to remember when our legacy starts speaking for ourselves. Happy 25th birthday!

Yours, now and always. Y/n.

It had heard that name before. Viktor always whispered it in his sleep... well, when he managed to sleep. Blitzcrank once asked him about it, but the nostalgic glance Viktor had on his face made him swallow any other possible question.

"Maybe one day I'll tell you about it."

Blitzcrank turned the letter around, finding a medium-sized photograph stitched to the paper. There was his father, way younger. His chestnut hair didn't have the gray hairs he had today and was wearing a fancy white and golden suit, supporting himself on a cane while staring mesmerized at the beautiful woman who was right beside him, circling her waist with his other arm. She had her eyes closed and a joyful smile on her face while her arms were wrapped around Viktor's neck, a golden dress that matched the man's suit molded her silhouette to perfection. Viktor seemed happy, genuinely blissful, a soft and warm expression on his face Blitzcrank had never seen before.

The golem got excited, holding the picture in its big robotic hands as it jumped slightly due to the curiosity that blossomed within, running to the room where Viktor was as the loud thuds from its steps filled the house.

"Father! Look." Blitzcrank exclaimed as it entered the bedroom, handing Viktor the letter and photograph.

It took Viktor all his remaining will to make the effort of lifting his arm and grabbing the picture, but the spark that ignited inside his golden eyes as he saw what it was made it worth it. When his body still responded to his commands, he would sit in his studio and stare at that picture for hours, his mind lost in thoughts of what would you say if you were still there with him.

Although his whole body was replaced with steel, there was a part that he couldn't replace: his brain, whose thoughts echoed your name like a prayer every night, knowing the only way he could see you again was in his dreams or in the memories that struck him daily, where your glowing eyes would appear or your voice gifting him a gentle giggle before calling his name. He didn't have a heart, but a ghost pain hunted him down his chest whenever your image popped in his mind.

A quiet tear rolled down his face, getting lost on the pillow his head rested on.

"Father, who is she?" Blitzcrank asked, hands hidden behind its back as its robotic voice showed how interested it was to get an answer.

A deep chuckle left Viktor's mouth, who gave his creation a tender stare. He didn't have much time left, so Blitzcrank deserved to know. Tonight, the bedtime story would be narrated by him.

"Her name was Y/n, Blitz." He began, affection and fondness flowing through his words as soon as he said your name. "She was a Councilor in Piltover, well, when the Council still existed. She was my biggest support, and who I've always thought of as my soulmate..."

The first time he saw you in person was at a banquet that was held in the middle of his last year in The Academy, a year before becoming Heimerdinger's formal assistant and creating Hextech alongside Jayce. Even when the room was filled with people, loneliness was all Viktor could sense, besides the insincerity coming from his classmate's mouths when being praised him for his intellect; they despised him for being a Zaunite, they made it clear since the beginning. Viktor didn't care about what people could think or gossip about him, but he wasn't a big fan of hypocrites either; so there he was, forcing laughter, faking smiles as the evening continued.

But it all vanished when he saw your face as you entered the banquet, excusing yourself for the delay and sitting next to the members of the Council. Even though you were a Councilor, you were young, maybe a year older than him. After greeting everyone present, your eyes caught his for the first time of many. He looked away quickly, a bit embarrassed; but through the corner of his eye he noticed you were smiling sincerely with your gaze still focused on him. He returned the stare and smiled as he saw how you subtly waved your hand to him before a subtle giggle left your lips.

Even now, he still remembered how graceful your giggle was.

The second time you met was in The Academy's lab, while Viktor was polishing the last details of his graduation project. He didn't notice you came in the room until you spoke, saying his project seemed promising with your back resting on the doorframe. The spanner he was holding fell to the floor due to his surprised reaction, but you quickly picked it up as you got closer to him and began to ask what his work was about. Viktor spoke a little nervous but found your comments comforting.

"This is incredible, Viktor." You said, and he gave you a confused look.

Did you know what his name was?

"Have we met?" He asked back.

You were about to reply but Professor Heimerdinger entered the room, commenting on how fast you arrived in the lab and how glad he was Viktor and yourself finally had an opportunity to talk. He then began explaining to Viktor the reason you were there: you had been interested in his inventions and projects since the last semester, which were almost all built to guarantee better living conditions for both Piltover and The Undercity, focusing more on the last one. You saw the potential he had within his mind and were hoping to become his sponsor, his first ever sponsor. He replied almost instantly, thanking you for the trust you had in him and accepting the offer.

Heimerdinger left, joyful your encounter turned out amazingly, leaving you two alone in the lab.

"I'm enchanted to meet you formally, Councilor Y/n."

His hand reached for a handshake, which you corresponded softly while staring directly into his eyes.

"The pleasure is mine, Viktor. And there is no need for formalities, call me Y/n."

Time flew by and not only did you become his investor but his closest friend. You used to accompany him daily in the lab after finishing your duties in the Council, helping him from time to time to design and build his future inventions since you had an immense amount of knowledge in the field, which is why you were so interested in him to begin with. The days in the lab were followed by nights where you two shared your deepest thoughts and dreams, nights both you and Viktor began to treasure more than you should have, taking into consideration your current status: friends.

He remembers one of those conversations you had under de moonlight that peeked through the lab's window, where you asked him what his religious believes were.

"I don't believe in the idea of a god, to be honest." He replied honestly, staring at the scenery throughout the window. He felt your curious eyes looking at him, so he elaborated his answer. "If there was actually a god out there, I think he must hate me... so it's better to believe there's nothing out there."

He shuddered when he felt your head resting on his shoulder, admiring the scenery while sitting next to him. The corners of your mouth created a discreet smile when you noticed his heart beat seemed to accelerate due to your action.

"That's a valid view. I think I'm stuck in the in-between: I can't say I believe in something but I can't deny it either; I suppose I'm opened to all the possibilities..." You fidgeted with your fingers before continuing, a gesture Viktor spotted and found intriguing. "What I do believe in is the idea of living multiple lives, I'm not sure if the right term is 'reincarnation', but it's somehow similar."

Viktor looked at you curious, his eyes asking you to keep talking. You leaned a bit closer to him, and he decided to lay softly his head on top of yours.

It was warm, intimate in a tender way.

"I like to think that we have another chance to make things right if we failed to do them in this life, maybe with some complications of course, but I think it's worth the try. Perhaps we can collide again in one of those lives."

You thought you got too carried away while explaining your believe, maybe Viktor didn't like the theory or found it boring, but all those concerns vanished when you felt his fingers traveling to reach your hand, slowly interlocking with yours. A bit of courage gathered inside of him after you corresponded to the touch, so he softly cupped your cheek with his other hand, making you face him.

"I have no idea if we would see each other again in another life, but I'm more than fortunate by getting to meet you in this one."

Shinning tears crystalized your eyes before you stole Viktor's plan as you leaned closer to him, leaving a velvety kiss on his lips that he corresponded with pleasure while his thumb cleaned up a lonely tear that rolled down your cheek. He still remembered the feeling of your lips on his: tender, warm, like it was meant to be, just like any touch or embrace you two shared.

That sparkling night you began your relationship, and Viktor couldn't have been happier. He recalls walking wonderstruck through the empty halls of The Academy, blushing all the way home, the feeling of your lips still burning on his.

A week later Jayce's incident happened, and when you and Mel found your boyfriend and his new scientific partner trying to sneak inside Heimerdinger's office, you gave Viktor a playful smile before agreeing to covering up for them.

"Thank you, my love." Was his reply, leaving both Jayce and Mel shocked since they didn't know you guys were together.

After their success with Hextech, a party was held a day before Viktor's 25th birthday, where the picture you gifted him was taken. He still can't get out of his head how you two coincidentally matched outfits to the event, both adorned in golden pieces of fabric. When he read the letter you gave him, he pulled you into his bed and tickled you and covered your nose and cheeks with faint kisses, a sweet revenge for paraphrasing the sentence he told you when he confessed to you.

Your relationship blossomed wonderfully as years went by. Not only were you a couple, but were friends still, making your bond even stronger and minimizing any chance of fighting that may have crossed your way. You helped him and Jayce from time to time, specially when they decided to built the Hexclaw. It all seemed wonderful, perfect even, until the Hexstone was stolen and Viktor collapsed due to his illness for the first time.

He can still picture your swollen eyes from crying and the tears running down your face when he woke up in the hospital bed. Jayce decided to leave you two alone after telling Viktor the medical results. You held his hand tight as his face turned to look at you.

"Do you still feel comfortable in this relationship after knowing I'll die?" He asked.

Your grip on his hand tightened as you told him you didn't care, that you will find a way to cure him while you tried to control the sobs from leaving your lips since you couldn't do that to your tears. Viktor's chest felt heavy, he had never seen you cry so hard, but he brushed his thumb on the back of your hand as he gave you nostalgic tightlipped smile.

"You're gonna suffer more when I pass if we stay together."

A heavy chuckle left your lips before pressing a kiss on his hand. He remembers the stare and smile you gave him that night: broken like never before, but a spark of hoped remained intact. "I don't mind suffering if I get to stay with you. I love you, hear me? You idiot." You whipped your tears away quickly. "Besides, we still have more lives to meet again, right?"

Viktor smiled back softly at you and nodded. "I love you too, darling."

You didn't leave his side that night.

Sadly, no effort was enough to cure Viktor, and when he tried to use the Hexcore on himself, a life was lost in the act. He felt miserable and considered ending things once and for all, and he probably would have if Jayce didn't find him and repeated the words he told him 4 years before.

"Am I interrupting?"

They decided to make a huge change in Piltover now that Jayce negotiated peace with Silco and The Undercity, and that night The Council was going to decide if they agree to that negotiated peace.

Viktor sat next to Jayce, but his eyes never left yours. He remembers the warm smile you gave him before raising your hand, voting in favor of Jayce's proposal. Once all of the Councilors' hands were raised, he felt a weight leaving his shoulders. Maybe things were really starting to turn brighter.

But all hoped for a brighter future faded when Jinx's rocket crashed in the Council tower, leaving no survivor but him and Viktor. He still remembers how disorientated he felt as he tried to get up after the impact, and the panic burning inside his chest as he saw the destroyed room he was in, crumbling to pieces and burning in flames. All of the Councilors he spotted where death so his desperation to find you grew bigger by the second. He didn't care about not having his crutch or inhaling the smoke from the fire, his priority was finding you.

But his heart dropped to the floor when he did.

Enormous crumbles from the wall fell on your chest, breaking your ribs and crushing your insides, unable to move. Viktor dropped to his knees next to you and held your face with his hands, begging you to stay with him a little longer. You seemed like you wanted to speak but you were unable to get words out of your mouth, you didn't have the strength to. And so, while a single tear rolled down your face, your eyes closed for the last time and your last breath escaped your lips. Viktor, broken beyond repair by then, brushed that tear away from your cheek with his thumb, just like he did when he kissed you for the first time.

Uncontrollable sobs he let out as he cried like he never did before. He didn't believe in a god, but begged every single one he knew to do something, to bring you back, but none seemed to listen. Buried his face in his hands as he screamed in despair and sadness for what he thought were hours, but he didn't care. There were 'I love you's that he couldn't tell you anymore, dreams to be crated. He had so much planned to tell you and do, but it was all lost in the flames. When Jayce got up, he had to drag Viktor away from your body to leave the building before death caught him both as well, but the tears running down his face didn't seemed to stop, not even when his sobbing did. He wondered what could have been if you were still there, if faith wasn't so cruel, if the plans you had could be fulfilled. He wondered why he got to live and not you, but that's an answer that came to him not long after: the Hexcore.

Blitzcrank couldn't cry since it was not programmed or built to do so, but a sad expression could be seen in its mechanical eyes as it put its hand on top of Viktor's.

"Don't feel sad, Blitz. She was incredible after all. Bright and smart like no other. Oh, she actually was the one that came up with your name, did you know that? I had the idea of creating you back in Piltover, and she corrected your blueprints and came up with your name. Names for the projects were important to her." He said to the golem, trying to light up its mood a little.

Which worked, since Blitzcrank didn't knew it, somehow, was also connected to you.

"Mother seemed like a wonderful person. Father, do you think she would have liked me?" A spark of excitement was present in its gestures.

Viktor left out his last chuckle before answering. "She would have loved you, Blitz... But I think I'll spend forever wondering if she knew how enchanted I was to meet her."

Maybe in another life...

"I'm sure she knew, Father. You can tell her later if you want." Blitzcrank tucked him into bed properly before placing the picture Viktor had in his hands on the nightstand next to him. "Good night, father. Rest."

And so he did, closing his eyes with an undetectable smile due to his last thoughts as the power in his chest finally stopped functioning.

EXTRA STORY.

London, England. 2022.

You walked through the University's halls looking for lab #3. Professor Heimerdinger, a small man with ginger hair and a mustache was supposed to guide you there, but since he ran a bit late, you decided to search for it yourself.

Gladly it wasn't so far away as you initially thought, so you were able to find it easily after a couple of minutes. But you noticed a bit of noise coming from opened door the room had. You didn't want to intrude, since it could be considered rude, but curiosity filled your body since you probably already knew who was making so much noise in the lab. You decided to peek, the door was wide opened either way.

A tall man you already knew (kinda) had his back facing the door, working on a golden human sized golem like robot while trying to screw in some pieces that didn't seem to cooperate the way he wanted them to, making him curse from time to time in a language you were a little familiar with. You already knew about his project thanks to Heimerdinger... and about the inventions he made the past semester. He had an unique intellect that caught your attention when the candidates for your sponsorship were sent to you: a man that left his country to pursue his dream of becoming a well-known scientist and inventor, who you could tell was casted away by some of his classmates purely because of envy or xenophobia.

You rested your back on the door frame while watching him struggle with the spanner and screws, it was funny somehow, but perhaps he needed a little help.

"Seems promising."

The spanner he had in his hands fell to the floor with a loud clank as he turned around to find where the voice came from, feeling embarrassed when his eyes met yours. He knew who you were since he saw you in the party that was arranged in the middle of the year: you were an inventor yourself and your name was well-known in campus since you were pretty powerful as a sponsor for scientific and mechatronic investigations within the University, even though you were just a year older than him. He didn't expect to see you there, just as he didn't expect you to smile at him back at the party.

You chuckled softly and stepped into the lab to grab the fallen spanner, giving it to Viktor right after. You noticed his golden eyes sparkling at yours, and that familiar feeling you had back in the party appeared again.

"It does?" He asked you as a response to the compliment, to which you nodded.

"Nice accent, by the way." You complimented him. "It's Czech, isn't it?"

He nodded back in reply, expecting a mean comment about where he came from, just like his classmates used to do. However, you only gave him a subtle smile as you approach the robot's blueprints he had on the desk.

Your eyes analyzed them with care, finding a miscalculation in the equations meant for the power unit he was trying to gear inside the robot's chest. Grabbing a pencil and eraser from the desk, you quickly corrected it as his eyes stared at you in confusion.

"Come here." You asked him, and he stepped closer to you as you pointed out his mistake in the blueprint. "Look, I think you have to rebuilt some pieces of the power if you want to screw it properly so it doesn't fail or fall latter on. You made a mistake here."

Viktor inspected the blueprints and your correction with care, and found out you were right about his miscalculation. Why didn't he notice them before?

"Yeah, you're right. If I rebuilt it and place it correctly then all that's left it's to-"

"Crank it?"

His eyes left the blueprints and focused on you. The same warm smile you gave him at the party placed on your face, making his cheeks blush a bit. "Yes, crank it."

You smiled once again and began walking towards the robot, examining every detail Viktor had put carefully on his work. Even if it was steel, it was all painted gold; big hands and a fizzing arcs of lightning that danced around their frame even tho it wasn't powered on yet. This particular detail seemed interesting to you, so you turned back at Viktor, whose eyes where still focused on you.

"Does it have a name?" You questioned, pointing at the robot with one of your fingers.

"Uhm, not yet. I haven't really thought about it." He replied, a little ashamed for not giving you a useful answer.

Your gaze turned to the robot once again as you hand grabbed your chin in a thinking pose, eyes focused on the arcs of lightning still. "What about Blitzcrank?"

Viktor looked at you confused but when he noticed where your eyes where looking at, he understood where you were coming from with that name... well, besides the brief conversation you had seconds before.

"Seems like the name suits well here, so I'll take it into consideration." He said as he placed himself next to you, gaze focused on your face as you still contemplated his invention.

Something inside you knew he wasn't just taking your name into consideration but you didn't mention it, knowing he liked the name.

"This is incredible, Viktor."

Wait, you knew his name?

"Have we meet?" He questioned.

You were about to reply, but a familiar voice interrupted you.

"Y/n, dear! Sorry for the late timing." Professor Heimerdinger ran into the lab, adjusting his glassed properly over his nose and catching his breath. When he did, he noticed you both were holding a conversation before he arrived, which made him relieved since Viktor wasn't a really social person. "Oh! You got to know each other."

You both laughed softly to his comment since he was correct, but Viktor wasn't expecting the Professor to come by the lab either.

"Excuse me, Professor. May I ask why you both came here to visit me?" His tone was soft, but he couldn't hide the obvious interest that glistened in his words.

"Oh sure, Viktor!" Heimerdinger began. "You see, I've been talking to Miss Y/n for quite some time, and she seems really fascinated by the inventions you've developed during these semesters. So she came here to ask you if you were interested in receiving a sponsorship from her to help with your current project and the ones you create once you graduate."

"Well, I was supposed to be the one to ask," you giggled and shook your head at Heimerdinger, who let a 'ups!' slip his lips, "but I assume you get the idea. So, what do you think, Viktor?"

He stood there, completely speechless to the information he just received, but he knew it would be dumb to decline such rare proposal.

"It would be an honor to be sponsored by you, Miss Y/n. Thank you for putting your trust in me." Sincerity flowed through his every word as he discreetly bowed to you, something you found quite cute, making you blush.

Heimerdinger looked at you both, joyful your encounter turned out amazingly, and decided his job there was done, saying his goodbyes soon after. Now you were alone in the lab again while a comfortable silence filled the room.

You turned to face Viktor to talk to him, but you stopped the words from coming out of your mouth when you saw his hand held in the air, reaching for a handshake.

"I'm enchanted to meet you formally, Miss Y/n."

Your hand grabbed his, corresponding the handshake softly while staring directly into his eyes.

"The pleasure is mine, Viktor. And there is no need for formalities, call me Y/n."

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how bout ex husband nanami missing his ex wifey so much and uses bringing back one of his childs toy as an excuse and things getting smutty someway just an idea🤷

A Casual Conversation - Part 2 (Ex-Husband!Nanami x F!Reader)

A/N: (PART 1) - I like how your brain works, anon! 👀 I hope you enjoy this! [Tags: Angst; Tension; Smut] - PS: the child is nameless, mainly because I can’t think of a good one. - taking requests for drabble ideas for ex-husband Nanami & Suguru! (please read link beforehand)

Nanami Kento is an honest man.

He’s always been an open book with you. When the two of you first started dating, he was blunt about his intentions towards you. When you were both in a relationship, he confessed his love for you in passing as if it was something you were already expected to know. He’s never hidden the harsh reality of what it meant to be a sorcerer and maybe that’s one of the only things he regrets in his life.

Who knew the truth would be so burdensome?

The evening took a turn when your ex-husband surprised you by greeting you at the front door of the home you both formerly shared together. 

“I forgot to pack Yoshi this morning,” Nanami fibbed, sounding exhausted as he stepped inside while carrying the mint dinosaur plush toy in one hand. 

This was the second lie he’s ever allowed to escape his lips. Of course he would never admit that he deliberately forgot to pack his son’s favorite doll just because he needed an excuse to see you.

The man was desperate, especially after succumbing to his own weakness when he stupidly kissed you without reason.

He stopped by your place after finishing up with work. His attire disheveled, his signature blue shirt unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. His blazer and tie were missing but that’s because he dropped it off at his place before making his way over to you. 

Nanami insisted on living close by after he moved out, refusing to be anywhere significantly distant from either you or his son.

“He’ll be happy to see this guy tomorrow!” you chirped as you reached for the toy he was carrying.

Your fingers lightly grazed over your ex-husband’s, triggering the memory of him kissing you in his apartment just a few weeks ago. You cleared your throat, desperately erasing the sensation of his mouth on yours and clutching the dinosaur close to your chest as you both walked towards your bedroom. 

“How did you manage to put him to sleep?” Nanami questioned, arching his brow in confusion when he noticed that the lights were off.

A small sigh escaped you, “he got a new present today…”

“From?”

You pressed your lips together to hold back a smile, “your favorite colleague in the whole world...”

The two of you peeked inside the bedroom, only to see your infant son resting comfortably in his crib. You quietly made your way in to place the dinosaur next to him.

Meanwhile, Nanami was leaning his shoulder against the frame of your door his eyes glancing from you to the corner of the crib where he made out the shape of an obnoxiously round duck that hovered next to his sleeping son. The thing was so fat - it’s wings and eyes tinier than the rest of the body with a large beak stitched next to two pink circles that represented it’s cheeks.

“What the hell is that?” 

You laughed under your breath as you exited the room, “that is Maru the Duck...”

Nanami rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief as he rubbed his tired face with his hands. 

“When did he stop by?”

“”Late this afternoon, it seems like our son feels differently about Gojo than you do. He absolutely adores him…” you playfully teased.

“He’s too young to understand the term idiot to relate to my frustration. It’s a blessing that his purity hasn’t been tainted yet…”

Your giggle made Nanami’s chest bloom with warmth, his heart tightening from the comforting sound of your voice.

“I was making tea before you came in, would you like some?” you politely asked.

“Yes, please.”

You studied him out of the corner of your eye, hating how exceptionally handsome he looked as he plopped on the white sofa in your living room.

“It’s bad enough I have to see his face everyday...” he groaned before easing the tension on his brow while making a conscious effort not to allow any silence to fall between you both, “but I guess he does have a soft spot for our boy...”

“The softest...” you reiterated, pouring the tea in twin cups before returning the kettle back on the stove and grabbing the beverages.

You seated yourself right next to him, placing the two cups on the wooden coffee table in front of you and watching the steam swirl above the ceramic.

“How was your day otherwise?” he questioned.

“Productive for the most part. Although during one of my online meetings I had the silly “Choo Choo” song stuck in my head, it was very distracting…”

“I’m sorry the what?”

“You know, the “Choo Choo”’ song! The one that plays on that cartoon program that he likes to watch every morning…”

“I’m still not quite sure what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do!” you insisted, before proceeding To adorably sing along to the lyrics.

The smile that curved his lip should be illegal, and you felt your cheeks heat almost immediately as he flashed you a gentle grin.

“I just wanted to see if you would actually sing it,” he joked with a wink.

You leaned your body forward, “how very mature of you, Ken.”

He licked his lips, his eyes blatantly taking in the outfit you had on. You were wearing one of his old white shirts over a pair of your bike shorts. He vividly remembered you keeping it the first time you both slept together, and had absolutely no desire to ever take it back. 

Besides, it looked better on you anyway. 

 Every time he assumed you’ve slipped out from his reach, a moment like this would put him back in his place - reminding him that the love you both shared for one another was still there.

The conversation carried on seamlessly, neither one of you reaching to drink your tea as you were busy lost in each other’s eyes.

Thirty minutes passed by and in between your positions slowly shifted. Nanami had his hand stretched out on the cushion behind you, noting that your knees were bumping into his thighs as you curled a little closer into his frame. From here he could see the outline of your cotton bra underneath his shirt, which only made the blood rush between his legs.

Since the divorce, Nanami found himself adjusting back to a life without you in all aspects. However, he had absolutely no desire to seek out any sexual relief with anybody else over the past year.

Up until the moment you kissed him back, he believed you thought differently about the situation.

Why else would you have agreed to start dating again?

The truth is, you’ve been distracting yourself enough to ignore how touch starved you were. Between working and the baby, you haven’t allowed yourself to bask in the loneliness you felt every night when you slept in that big empty bed of yours.

The last time you had an orgasm was when you slept with your ex-husband, which was the silly confession you casually let slip when you were speaking with your co-worker.

You’ve both been getting along so well lately, Nanami didn’t want to potentially ruin that. However, he wanted to push his boundaries a little bit just to see what might happen.

“You never told me how your dinner went...” your ex husband wondered, his free hand boldly moving to stroke your bare thigh.

You shivered against his touch, “it was...fine...” 

“Just fine?” he pressed, his curiosity hidden behind a sly grin.

You swallowed hard, watching as he flattened his palm across your flesh to hold your leg. You glanced back to meet his gaze, subconsciously biting your lip as you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly.

“Nothing special” 

His eyes flickered to your mouth, deeply satisfied by you body’s reaction. He hesitated for only just one second, before tightening his grip on your leg as he leaned down to peck you lightly on your neck.

“Oh?” he breathed into your skin. Your husband hovered his lips over the spot he kissed you, his thumb rubbing the meat of your thigh as he patiently waited for you to continue the conversation.

“Nothing much happened...” you gasped, curling your fingers into your palms as you clenched your hands into fists. “We just went out for dinner and talked…”

Nanami hummed, brushing his mouth down the line of your neck to kiss the point where it curved to your shoulder.

“And what did you and your date discuss…” he pressed, visibly emphasizing his annoyance upon making that statement.

“Uhm,” your murmured, your eyes fluttering feeling his hand roam dangerously high up your thigh, his fingers caressing just under your rear. “We-we talked about work mostly, and…general interests…”

A whimper followed your statement, feeling his tongue lick you as he proceeded to openly kiss your neck the way he used to. You grabbed onto his forearm, hoping to stop this from escalating further but just as you parted your lips to protest the act unfolding, Nanami interrupted you with another statement.

“I’m sure he must have been smitten by you. You looked unforgivingly beautiful that night…”

“I thought you said my dress was too short…”

He guided his hand up your ass, sliding it underneath his white shirt to hold your lower back. He lifted his head, bringing his face closer towards you as he brushed his nose over yours.

“I’m not used to the idea of letting other men look at you yet,” he admitted, pulling you even tighter into his frame. “…or have them touch you, or want you in the way I do…”

His lips met yours, his kiss slow but incredibly heated. He swallowed your moan, allowing your body to naturally shift as he pulled his weight forward. You lay your head down on the pillow, bringing your hands to cup his face as you cradled that strong jaw in your palms.

He began to undo each button on the shirt you were wearing. His hands moving across your belly until he was cupping your bra. He tugged at the fabric, allowing it to rest just under your breasts, before releasing you from his addicting lips and tracking his way down.

“So,” he whispered, the sensuous tone of his voice heating the depths of your core. “Did you two hit it off?”

You inhaled, your back arching lightly off the sofa as he swirled his tongue over your nipple, blowing air over it and watching it pebble in front of his eyes. He sucked on the pert bud, teasing you as you tried to formulate your answer.

“We just talked,” you reassured. “N-Nothing happened.”

Nanami guided his hand down to meet you between your legs. He palmed your clothed sex, the fabric damp from your growing arousal and causing him to strain against his pants.

“He didn’t ask you out on another date?”

“We…” you breathed, your hips bucking into him as you naturally began to edge off his touch. “…we only exchanged numbers but I don’t…”

You sighed in frustration when he retracted his hand away from you, all before finding relief in the fact that it was because he was choosing to slip himself underneath your shorts instead.

The man let out an audible “fuck” feeling how wet you were for him. His digits stroking your folds until he eagerly pushed his middle and ring finger deep inside you. His thumb met your clit, circling over it with an even pressure as he soaked in the sight of you immersing yourself to the pleasure you were receiving.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he continued, ensuring that your mind was still focused on the conversation at hand.

“I don’t know if I’m interested…” you protested, your words traveling faster as they blended into each other. Your draped one hand over the arm rest of the sofa, gripping onto it tightly as the other reached to grab the blue of Nanami’s shirt. “Ken…that feels so good…”

He pumped his fingers, increasing the speed as he felt you gush all over his hand. “God, you’re so fucking wet, my love,” he pointed out, unaware that he let the intimate phrase slip from his lips, “how long has it been since you’ve taken care of yourself?”

“Too long,” you whined, and the man nearly came right there at the sight of you falling apart before him.

He leaned forward to kiss you again, only this time it was with feverish urgency. He worked you with his fingers, sensing how close you were every thrust, until you let out a string of curses before finally reaching your climax. His forehead was pressed against yours as he retracted his soaked hand from underneath your shorts then resting it lightly on your hip. He waited patiently as he watched you steady your breath, before noticing you glance up at him from under your lashes.

“It’s been a long time for me too,” he whispered as he lifted himself back in place watching you do the same as you pushed yourself up on shaky arms.

There was no going back now, and you knew for a fact that sleeping with your ex-husband is a terrible idea. However, your body was overriding what your mind was advising, wanting nothing more than to have this man bury himself between your thighs.

You straddled his lap, proceeding to kiss him as you tossed your shirt then removed your bra. You pressed your hips eagerly into his own, feeling the length of his erection push into your begging pussy.

“I miss you,” you confessed in between kisses, threading your hands through his golden as you tugged on them lightly.

Nanami groaned, the pads of his fingers digging into your hips as he forced you to roll over his stiff length.

Your hands fumbled to undo his own shirt, untucking the fabric before pushing it over his broad shoulders. You guided over his chiseled physique, missing the feeling of those muscles pressing into you whenever you both made love. You were moving down to undo his belt, when you brushed over his abdomen and felt the material of a cloth bandage.

You pulled away from him immediately, your eyes shooting to the injury on his stomach. This isn’t the first time you’ve seen him hurt but the circumstances surrounding it were just so much different now.

In those few fleeting seconds, Nanami knew he had lost you. The insatiable sparkle in your eye diminishing to darkness as you fixated your attention on his wound.

He loosened his hold from around you, “sweetheart…”

“This is a mistake,” you blurted as you pushed yourself off his legs, quickly reaching for your white shirt.

It’s the way your voice cracked that broke Nanami’s heart into a thousand little pieces.

“It’s not a big deal. I’m fine…” your ex-husband insisted, but his words carried no weight.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you repeated, as you fastened the last button refusing to make any eye contact with him to avoid showing the panic on your face. “I’m…I’m going to get ready for bed. Feel free to see yourself out…”

Nanami barely could another sentence in before you dashed straight into the bathroom, immediately shutting the door and locking yourself inside.

Nanami closed his eyes, sighing to himself as he slumped onto the sofa. The situation reminding him of the first time he has ever lied to you.

The morning after another fight, Nanami woke up to a surprise while considering how to handle the current situation as he watched over his newborn son.

When he stepped out into the room is when he noticed something black move in the corner. With his son still cradled in his arms he approached the mass, freezing in place when he saw the cursed spirit. The thing posed no threat, crawling around his home like an annoying little bug. However, what unsettled him is how it appeared in the first place and he swallowed his guilt thinking that the pain he’s been causing you manifested the beady eyed creature before him.

He could hear his son sniffle, tiny lips trembling with uneasiness and making the sorcerer’s heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

Babies were more in tune with their sensory experiences but there was no way for him to know if his child was also able to see what was right before his eyes.

Yet.

By the time he exorcised the thing it was too late. His son was weeping in his arms uncontrollably, enough to wake you up from your slumber and stumble out into the living room.

“Is everything alright?”

Nanami met your worried eyes, nodding his head with reassurance.

“He’s fine, just a little cranky this morning...”

Ever since that day your husband prayed that his child turns out nothing like him.

Since he was unable to bring you peace, all he hoped for was that his son could do it instead.

best of luck y'all!!! Stay strong!

match up request — Hiii! I really love your works <3And i was wondering if your still doing TR matchups if not feel free to ignore this! but if you are My name is Ana i’m a heterosexual female that has short dark brown hair that go along with my brown eyes and glasses, I’m not quite athletic and I kinda suck at sports so I prefer to read, draw and edit most of the time. My MBTI type is an INFP enneagram 5w4 a Ravenclaw and my zodiac sign is a Pisces Most describe me as stoic, quite, and really emotional with a bit of attitude. but that’s mostly how I come off in the inside I’m a really kind person with a big heart and lots of love to give. I’m extremely shy and closed off, I don’t really trust people as I been let down many times. I can be irrational at times, but I’m very logical when it comes to a lot of things, Although I may be more of a feeler I don’t always let my emotions get the best of me.I am also idealistic I always tend to drift into my imagination with an ideal life and the ideal “ME”. I always see myself contemplating on who I may be cause in all reality I’m not quite sure who the ”REAL” me is. I tend to have a hard time talking to people and it’s not quite easy for me to make friends even when people try to speak to me I don’t really know how to keep a conversation and I hate small talk. To make things a bit easier I Kin Shinji Ikari just think as if your doing this for him :)

I match you with...

¡! Mitsuya Takashi ¡!

why?

he found you very welcoming when he first met you, your personalities were compatible and your looks killed him, it was a matter of time you two ended up together

general headcanons:

SFW —

you met by common friends, takemichi being the responsible of such title. you knew the rest of toman too so you saw each other very frequently. he started talking to you first, not like the normal talk you do with everyone, but really showing interest in knowing you. bit by bit you fell in love.

the classical mutual pinning, everyone knew you liked one another but neither of you noticed it. takemichi made you confessed accidentaly, embarrasment eating you alive until he said he reciprocated the feelings.

you didn't start as a couple right over, some uncomfortable moments were shared time to time. he asked you to be his girlfriend on new years eve, you looked so pretty in his eyes, he wasn't going to let the moment go.

overall he treats you as the princess you are and always looks for the same, you are equals and more of a team than just s/o 's to his eyes. he will never dissapoint 🥰

A.N — Im baaack, and I promise you I'll finish the rest! girl its almost like if you were describing me omg shinji kinnie , also don't worry about your surroundings and how other perceive you, that's their problem, not yours ^^

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