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ozzgin · 5 months

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WORST Characters x Reader

Featuring Tsukishima Hana, Kawachi Tesshou, Hisashi Amachi, the Muroto Brothers, Tsukimoto Mitsumasa and a reader in her senior year of high school.

If you’re not familiar with the characters and want to give it a try: it’s high school delinquents, the leader of a biker gang and a pair of hired thugs that got out of juvie. (Once again I’m begging y’all to read the manga so I can share my delinquent daydreams with other people ;-;)

Tsukishima Hana

Hana is such a sweet and honest boyfriend. At first he can’t even tell he’s in love with you. He really enjoys spending time with you, just like he does with his other friends, like Sakota, Renji, Tora, Takumi…Which can only mean you’re also part of the group. Right? It takes a whole intervention for him to understand it’s an entirely different feeling. The rest of the Umehoshi household members are gathered around the table and offer him examples to make it clear: he wouldn’t hold Sakota’s hand and Tora would probably be dead if he tried to kiss him on the cheek (not that he’d ever want to, anyways). So no, whatever he has with poor (Y/N) is not just friendship. It finally clicks.

He will be very shy initially. He’s barely interacted with girls before and has no idea how to handle you. Before he would just treat you like any of his friends, but as a girlfriend? He’s a fumbling mess. Once he becomes comfortable with the idea, he’s extremely affectionate. He’ll insist on holding your hand everywhere and loudly introduce you as his girlfriend to everyone. Often he’ll get an incredulous reaction of “How the hell did you pull someone like her?” and he’ll scratch the back of his head, goofy and proud. He has no idea either.

Hana can’t wait to introduce you to his grandma. You know once things get serious he’ll insist on bringing you to his village in the middle of nowhere. Unlike the time Tora accompanied him, though, he’ll be hovering all over you making sure you’re not tired or uncomfortable. The moment your breathing becomes audible from the effort he’ll pick you up and carry you the remaining way. He lives to serve you.

Kawachi Tesshou

Similar to Hana, Tesshou is incredibly awkward and wary of you at first. He’s head over heels the instant he meets you, but the idea of dating you is just too ridiculous to him. He might be the leader of a fearsome biker gang, but when it comes to you he feels like a scoundrel that has no business being around a pretty girl. So there’s two possibilities: either the other members will eventually let him know he’s an idiot and should just ask you out already, or you’ll have to confess first. He’ll stare at you in disbelief and ask you to repeat yourself several times, wondering if you’re joking or just teasing him, his blush gradually turning into a deep red.

Let us assume that no tragedy happens in this scenario. Tesshou is extra careful on his bike and he frequently takes you on rides, so he can’t afford any accidents. Now that you’re dating, he might as well be a cool boyfriend for you, eh? He likes to wait for you outside the school or part time job, resting against his motorcycle as people pass by whispering and glancing over. He wants everyone to know you’re his.

Naturally you’re now a package deal, so you often hang out with him at the junkyard belonging to TFOA. If you sneeze or mention it’s getting cold, he’ll instantly rip his jacket off and carefully place it over your shoulders. He’s thought of getting you your own custom leather jacket, but if he’s being honest, he just loves having you wear his instead. It emphasizes your small frame compared to his, and afterwards it will smell just like you. The other guys may or may not be planning his assassination, having to deal with his constant cocky grin and offhanded comments about having a cute girlfriend. Sometimes they will tease him by approaching you with “Hey (Y/N), if Tesshou’s ever being an asshole, you can always date me instead.”

Hisashi Amachi

In a way, Amachi acts a lot like a spoiled child. Things must go his way and rejection only challenges him to press further. So if he sets his eyes on you, in his mind, you either accept it now or after some convincing, but at the end of the day it will be a yes. He has money and authority, what else could you possibly want? So his initial approach will be rather cocky, mainly focusing on impressing you with his plans of ruling the city. Once his army crumbles and he loses to Hana, he finally begins to accept that you’re not with him for money or influence. He will be terribly frustrated and ashamed for losing, although this motivates him to try harder for your sake. He’s not like his father. You’re his reason to continue living no matter what.

I feel like he has the biggest potential as a yandere. He probably has significant trauma around abandonment and would immediately cling to you once in love, but in a not so obvious way. He doesn’t want you to see him as weak or needy, so instead he’ll act jealous and possessive towards anyone that could pose a threat. Hell, he might even doubt his own subordinates. He needs the occasional reassurance and secretly adores being praised by you. He wants to be the kind of man you trust with your life.

Amachi is more of a stoic boyfriend and prefers to listen to you talking, quietly going along with whatever you’re doing. While he has dropped his arrogant act, he still has some leftover tendencies, mostly in the shape of gift giving. Every now and then he’ll show up with some ridiculously expensive item he thought you’d like. Old habits die hard. Especially when they involve spoiling his Princess. I suspect he might be into slightly kinky jewelry, like dainty necklaces that need a key to be opened. He enjoys the visible, tangible proof of owning you.

Muroto Zenmei & Koumei

Now, the Arson brothers were paid for a very specific task. That doesn’t mean, however, they can’t take their time and have some fun while at it. The town has plenty of cute girls, but you really caught their attention. And they’re not very fond of sharing, but they can always figure it out as they go. What’s certain is that they won’t give up easily in their almost predatory pursuit.

Koumei is the more reserved sibling. He’s a bit cautious about parading you around, because he doesn’t want to put you in any danger. He has a lot of enemies and he worries about you becoming a potential target. That’s not to say he wouldn’t be able to protect you, he does have quite the reputation after all. He’s a bit clumsy when it comes to romance, but he does his best to spoil you. He’s always been preoccupied with fighting, so he hasn’t really considered the scenario of having a girlfriend. If he’s completely honest, he didn’t even expect you to actually accept his confession given he’s…well…the worst of the worst. Worry not, you won’t regret it. He’ll prove to you no other guy compares.

Zenmei is the cockier sibling. If he had patience or self-control, he wouldn’t have landed in juvie. He wants you and he won’t make it a secret. In fact, he’s a big fan of PDA and loves letting everyone know you’re his. Your designated seat whenever you’re with him is his lap. He’s not too worried about others harming you because either him or his twin lackeys will always have you under their watch. Additionally, who would be mad enough to mess with the girlfriend of Muroto Zenmei? Most small fries will cross to the other side of the street if they see you. And you can’t blame them, really. Zenmei can be very territorial and dominant. He can’t help it. You’re his pretty little thing.

Tsukimoto Mitsumasa

Mitsumasa has two younger sisters, so he’s probably the most relaxed when it comes to approaching you. He can be very charismatic if he wants to, and what better motivation than the girl of his dreams? I also feel like he’d be so easygoing in general. He’s one of the strongest students in Housen, yet one wouldn’t know it when he’s with you. He’s all smiles as you brush and braid his hair, occasionally blushing at your compliments. God forbid anyone messes with you, though.

His biggest hurdle are his brothers. It’s an inside joke that in terms of looks, he’s the least threatening. They didn’t expect the statement to come bite them in the ass once the blonde brings you home for dinner, introducing you as his girlfriend. His mom is over the moon and immediately begins to call you “daughter in law” (to Mitsumasa’s great embarrassment), occasionally asking you if her son didn’t somehow coerce you to date him. You reassure her awkwardly while simultaneously avoiding the burning stare of the other boys. “This bastard, landing a cute girlfriend out of nowhere” is the unified inner monologue at the table. You don’t know it yet, but poor Mitsumasa will be harshly interrogated after your departure.

Bonus points if you like playing video games or have nerdy interests. Mitsumasa spends most of his time playing, so he would absolutely love to share this hobby with you. Then he could spend his lazy days with you in his arms as he finishes quests or levels up, and you could do your own thing, whether reading, watching something or also playing a video game. As long as you’re cuddling him. He’ll be giddy all day in anticipation and can’t wait to hang out with you. Even better, he gets to brag about it the next day. He’ll yawn dramatically and apologize with a cheeky grin: “Sorry guys, I was up all night with (Y/N). Time sure flies when you’re having fun, you know~?”

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shobaku-shots · 9 months

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episode 8 part 2!!!

#retro anime #shobaku #shounan bakusouzoku #90s anime #old anime #anime gif #anime aesthetic #vintage anime #湘南爆走族 #delinquent #bancho

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bunny-yan · 1 year

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Delinquent!Yandere x GN!Reader

TW: violence, language, graphic descriptions, no minor being allowed

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He was a fraud.

It was what you told yourself as you knelt before his girlfriend. Your nose was dripping blood, unable to wipe it as two of her goons held your arms behind your back. She glared down at you, arms crossed as she sat like the natural born leader of the pack. She was the last person you wanted to get involved with, but you didn’t seem to have much of a choice.

It had started off innocently. Rushing to class, you made a quick turn around the corner and bumped into him. His arms reached out to catch you and you looked at him, surprised as he steadied the two of you.

He was known throughout your school as the guy everyone wanted, but no one could have since he was already taken. Teachers labeled him a delinquent since he showed up to class disheveled from fights with rival schools if he showed up at all, so everyone saw bad news, running the other way when he came around.

“Are you okay?” he asked, making you flush in embarrassment that you hadn’t been watching where you were going, but you were glad. It would’ve been more embarrassing for your ass to be planted on the ground for everyone to see.

“Yes, thank you so much.” you said. He wasn’t at all what you expected. Just as he began to let you go, a shrill voice called from down the hall.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You turned to look and you regretted it the moment you laid eyes on her. It was the self-proclaimed popular girl at your school and she did not look happy. Stalking down the hallway, you tried to find words to explain that it was all just a big misunderstanding and that you had no intentions of hitting on her boyfriend, but she shoved you before you could even get two words out.

You hit the wall, your bag taking the brunt of the impact, but it still rang in your lungs.

“What the hell is this?” she asked him, hands on her hips as she stared him down. His hands rested in his pockets, looking annoyed as he glanced off to look at literally anything else.

“It was nothing.”

“You’re lying! Why were your hands all over that loser?” she screamed, attracting more attention to the quickly escalating situation. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Everyone knew about the famous lover spats the two of them had and it was common knowledge that if you ever came across one, you weren’t to get involved. It’d hurt you more than it would help them.

“My hands weren’t all over them. They tripped and I caught them before they fell.”

She scoffed as he continued to deny the illicit affair she was sure was going on.

“Are you cheating on me?” she asked, with her arms crossed. “If you are, just tell me. We can work through this.”

You could see he was getting frustrated. You could’ve used this opportunity to sneak off to your next class, but you didn’t want to leave him hanging after he had gone through the trouble to help you out in the first place.

“Um, excuse me?” you said, trying not to appear too timid. “It really was my fault.” He turned to look at you and there was something odd in his eyes as he watched you speak. “I ran into him on accident.”

Whispers spread throughout the hallway at the ridiculous commotion and you couldn’t help but flinch when her head whipped to pin you with a pissed off glare. “No one asked you, bitch!” Grabbing her boyfriend’s hand, she stormed off, leaving you lost in the aftermath.

You shook your head, guessing that was the end of that as you rushed to get to your next class. You didn’t know how wrong you were.

It started off small.

Whispers in classes that seemed to float your name around the room. Your friends slowly pulled away from you, giving any excuse as to why you couldn’t eat together, pair in class, or hang out during the breaks you had. It upset you, but you reasoned there was a good reason for it. You’d approached them multiple times to ask if you had done anything wrong, but they would only stare at you before running away. You found yourself alone a lot these days.

You tried to move on, but then people started bumping into you. You’d say excuse me the first few times, thinking maybe you just hadn’t seen them coming, but it progressed to happening multiple times a day. You knew there was no way you could be that clumsy and you realized that you had a serious problem when you started going home with bruises that seemed to increase by the day.

Trays knocked out of your hands, books stolen from your bag, outright taunting whenever a teacher wasn’t around. It was obvious that you had made it onto someone’s shit list, but you couldn’t think of why. You didn’t stand out. You had a few friends—emphasis on had—and you weren’t really involved in a lot of afterschool activities. You didn’t understand why you were being targeted so fiercely.

Until she poured a cup of water over your head one day in the cafeteria.

“Just wanted to cool you down because you were looking a little thirsty.”

You sat, dripping wet and frozen as others whispered and laughed around you. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes and you could hear her laughter ringing in your ears as you bolted from the cafeteria.

You didn’t know where you would go. There wasn’t anywhere safe. The teachers would only make things worse and you were an outcast to your peers. No one would get involved unless they wanted to end up in the same position as you.

You choked on a sob as you just tried to get to the nearest bathroom. You didn’t want anyone seeing you like this.

It felt like deja vu when you once again ran into someone, arms wrapping around your waist this time as he looked at you with surprise.

“Are-Are you okay?” You wanted to cry. You wanted to collapse in his arms after finally finding someone willing to talk to you, willing to comfort you after all you had gone through, but you couldn’t. You pushed away from him at the sounds of whispers and ran. You didn’t need the bullying to get worse.

But of course it did.

One whisper turned to two until it made it down the grapevine straight to her ears that you were boldly making moves on her boyfriend.

She cornered you in an empty classroom one day with a couple of her followers, your back screaming at you after she shoved you against a desk.

“I thought you’d leave well enough alone, but maybe you’re too stupid to understand.” You looked for a way to escape, but they were blocking the only exit. You thought to scream for help, but the minute you tried they were shoving a piece of cloth in your mouth to gag you.

“Stay away from my boyfriend.”

You were sprawled on the floor by the time they were finished with you. You had tried to put up a fight, but it only made it worse. There was no way you could fight 4 on 1. Easily overpowered, they beat you until it hurt to move. They didn’t even bother to close the door behind them, slapping you in the face with how little it mattered.

You didn’t want to get up. Too ashamed and embarrassed at the sorry state they left you in, you wanted to wallow in your own misery, but a voice ruined your pity party.

“Are you okay?” It was familiar, too familiar and with a growing sense of dread you turned to face the one person you were meant to stay away from. You tried to push yourself off of the ground, desperate to get away, but he rushed to your side, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you’re okay. I can help you.” You slapped his hand away, shocking both of you as you struggled to get to your feet.

“Please, just stay away from me.” you said in a quiet voice. You felt guilty. It wasn’t his fault and yet he was the catalyst to your misery.

You stumbled towards the door, unsteady on your feet before you fell into his waiting arms.

“Just let me help you.”

It took a moment. You wanted to say no, but your body hurt too much. After a quick nod showing your consent, picked you up.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Shhh, it’s okay. No one’s going to hurt you.”

This didn’t feel right. You wanted to tell him to put you down, that it’d bring less attention to you if you walked, but he was already leaving the classroom.

Eyes traveled to your burning face as he carried you shamelessly down the hallway. From the stares you got, you knew it was only a matter of time before this incident reached her ears. The least you could do was enjoy the peace while it lasted.

He set you on the bed, grabbing things like bandages and antiseptic to clean your wounds. He moved as if he knew where everything was.

“Do you visit the nurse often?” you asked, trying to make small talk so the situation seemed less awkward.

He pulled up a chair to sit in front of you with a smile.

“Yeah, the nurse is probably my best friend at this point. He’s always lecturing me about getting into fights, but it’s not really my choice at this point.”

“What makes you say that?”

He took your hand, spraying a generous amount of the medicine on your wounds, holding your wrist firmly when you tried to pull away from the harsh sting before beginning to wrap your arm in a bandage.

“When you get a reputation for being good at fighting, you don’t have to look for a fight. The fight ends up finding its way to you.” he moved on to your other arm, care meticulous as he repeated the process again. “So I get a reputation for being good at beating people up without having to try.”

“Well, your reputation might be bad, but I think you’re a good person.”

The hand wrapping a bandage around your arm paused for a moment. You missed it, distracted by the aching pains in your body.

“I don’t think you’d be here with me right now if you were a bad guy.”

Had he ever heard words like that before?

More often than not, people were cursing at him. He was hated for winning fights, he was hated for fighting at all, he was hated because others were afraid of him. He knew the only real reason his girlfriend clung to him was to get a status boost. It was probably why she was able to go as far as she did. No one wanted to get on his bad side. But he let it happen. No one wanted to be alone and even if their relationship was superficial it was better to have one than to be lonely, right? But here you were, calling him a good person when he was far from it. You didn’t know about the things he did when people grated his nerves more than usual. You didn’t know about the amount of people he’d put in the hospital simply because he was in a bad mood. There was a lot you didn’t know about him, but if that meant you viewed him as anything, but bad he was willing to do anything to hold onto the delusion for just a while longer.

“I can be a good guy for you.”

You laughed, unaware of the serious confession as you shook your head, thinking his words a joke.

“I’d prefer that you talked to your girlfriend so she’d stop making my life a living hell.”

But he didn’t do that.

As expected, her treatment got worse. She’d heard about the little rendezvous in the nurse’s office and was not happy to say the least. You earned yourself another trip to the nurse and who better to take care of you than him?

He’d talk to you about his life, random things to get your mind off of the pain and it began to happen so often that you were no longer surprised when he showed up like your knight in shining armor. You began to hope that he’d come quicker, that he’d save you before things got too out of hand, but that didn’t happen.

At least he was there to pick up the mess that you’d become, right?

He’d apply medicine to your stinging wounds and wrap the pain away. It was your little routine. He’d linger longer than necessary to touch you, keep in contact with you, and most times you didn’t notice or maybe it was that you just didn’t care because you were grateful for any time you got to spend with someone that looked at you. Someone that saw you and didn’t treat you like a ghost.

It’s how you felt most days. Drifting from class to class, nonexistent until it was time for your daily retribution. The nurse’s office was your favorite place at school these days.

You felt yourself opening up the more time you spent with him and you felt less alone in the hell that your life had become.

That was, until you caught a glimpse of him waiting for your daily punishment to end.

You’d hoped that your mind was playing tricks on you. You struggled for the first time in ages. You had to know the truth. If he was standing there, watching it would crush you.

And it did.

He was inconspicuous, hidden behind a corner, but you’d recognize that leather jacket anywhere. It was him and he was watching you get assaulted by his girlfriend.

He was a fraud.

How many times had he’d sat there and let his girlfriend harass you? Why did he approach you afterwards? Was this all one big joke? A chance of the two of them to laugh at how foolish their victim was being.

You sobbed as they released the hold on you.

It was over, but it hurt more than it should have.

“Stupid bitch. Fight us again and we’ll put you in the hospital.” Their shrill laughter rang in your ears and you only cried harder. Paranoid that your assumption was true, any chance of reason was lost.

A hand touched your shoulder after a moment, and fingers tilted up your chin. Your devastated eyes met his shocked ones.

“What wrong?” he asked.

What’s wrong, as if he hadn’t just seen a group of girls beat the shit out of you. What’s wrong, as if he hadn’t been a part of their cruel little game for months. What’s wrong, as if he didn’t approach you and give you hope day after day that things would be okay when all of it was just a big lie.

You should’ve realized that it was the first time that he’d seen you cry like this, but his words cracked something inside of you.

You shoved at his chest, forcing him away as you cried. You tried to get to your feet, but your legs struggled to hold your weight.

“Talk to me.” he said, his voice desperate, unsure what to do when you refused to let him in.

He came forward, catching the hand that threatened to shove him again as his other hand wrapped around your waist to pull you up.

“I saw you!” you cried, looking into his eyes and noticing the confusion that was there. “I saw you. You-”

What would you say? That he had betrayed your trust? Ask him if this was all a big joke and you were the perpetual punch line?

You didn’t owe him anything. You didn’t owe any of them. You were too exhausted and in pain to give an explanation that he should’ve been well aware of.

“I’m sick of this!” you cried, pushing at him to get him to let go of you but he refused to budge. “I’m sick of her targeting me for a relationship we don’t have.”

But you did have a relationship, didn’t you? Did all of those days in the nurse’s office mean nothing?

It hurt him more than he thought it would, his grip faltering on your waist but nothing prepared him for your next words.

“And I’m sick of you miraculously appearing each and every time to save me from your mess!”

“I don’t understand why you’re getting upset.” he growled in your face. “I’m helping you!”

“You’re a liar! You’re making things worse! She’s only doing this because she thinks something is going on between us and you’re not doing anything to make her think otherwise!”

“So what do you want me to do?” he asked, bringing his hand to your face to cup your cheek in his hand. Your eyes widened when his thumb began stroking your cheek, rubbing away the dried blood he noticed was there. “I can break up with her if that’ll make you happy. She won’t bother us. I’ll make sure of it.”

Rearing your hand back, you slapped him across the face. It shocked him so much you were able to push away from the grip he had on you.

“There is no us. Stay away from me.”

He was frozen as you ran/limp out of the building. He watched you escape from him, a hand touching the cheek you had slapped.

It hurt.

He should’ve felt anger at your refusal, especially after he has taken the time to be so kind, but all he could think about was the fading sting on his cheek. His belly was warm and his legs felt like jelly as he covered his flushed face. He couldn’t help it as he felt a tent bulge at the thought of the anger on your face.

You did things to him. Things he had never felt before. He wanted to be a good guy for you, but he’d give that up if it meant letting you go.

#yandere oc #yandere #male yandere #delinquent #delinquent yandere #violence #oc #yandere x reader #yandere x gn #yandere x you #yandere x gender neutral reader

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ukiyoebirds · 20 days

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I like drawing these punks.

#references are life #digital art #friendship #lmk swk #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk fanart #lmk #six eared macaque #lego monkie kid fanart #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid sun wukong #lego monkie king #delinquent #There's just something about lettermen jackets

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mhsofe · 2 months

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hehe umeji brainrot lately..

umeji x reader <3

"Sweets, you left your bag at my house yesterday" You turned around to see your beloved, Umeji. You smiled at him as he gave me my bag, "Oh! It was with you all along. thank you ume.. " you tried hard to keep your face serious, but seeing your boyfriend in front of you? No amount of biting your cheeks could stop your smile. Umeji smiles slightly before going back to his serious expression. "Well, me and the boys are skipping a few classes today." He blurted out. "Really? This is the third time you skipped classes this week," you frown. "Oh" Umeji's shoulder's sagged slightly."Sorry sweets, we got some..Troublemaker that has been fussing around the school lately.." He sighed and leaned closer to you, giving you a small peck on the lips before pulling away. "I'll make it up to you okay?" He smiled. You gripped your uniform and nodded "Alright then, I'll let it slide this time," you huffed and looked away "Awh, don't be like that.. I promise you I'll treat you out this weekend" The breeze picked up, blowing the ends of his hair onto his face. You turned to Umeji. "Will it be the usual place?" You looked at him and he smiled. "The usual of course," He circle his arms around your waist, lifting you up slightly before putting you down. "Now kiss me, sweets.." You smacked his head and nearly fell to the ground "Not this time, weirdo" you can hear some of his friends laughing in the background as you walked out of the scene leaving him confused and amused. "Cheeky," He said before going back to his gang.

#umeji kizuguchi #umeji kizuguchi x reader #yansim #yandere #yandere simulator #yandere x reader #delinquent x reader #umeji x reader #yansim x reader #delinquent

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eimmzy · 1 year

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The lieutenant begins to heel-kick the church floor with such intensity, it's reasonable to fear he'll kick a hole right through it, causing the floor to crack and the pillars to collapse, bringing the church roof down on all of you. It doesn't look like he'd *give a shit* either

#discoelysium #disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #delinquent

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to-fly-with-clipped-wings · 5 months

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A Fight Well Fought

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: when Hogwarts is being faced by a surge of bullies, Remus Lupin finds himself at the brunt of it. As a prefect, and a victim, he has to bring in extreme measures to get this surge under control.

And you, the knight in shining armour and self-proclaimed bully buster, are the extreme measures.

Inspired by the bully x student council member trope. I read some really great ffs with like the student council x delinquent trope and I feel so bad because I can't remember their titles for the life of me TT but my heart goes out to the authors of those books <3

Reader's house and gender is ambiguous!

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“You-Know-Who is an incel.”

You sweatdropped almost immediately after you said it. Perhaps that wasn’t the best thing to say to Bellatrix Black and her gang of future death eaters, but on the other hand, you didn’t really care. Someone needed to put that daft cow in her place, and boy, had you been lined up for a long time.

The mass of curly hair that was once hovering over a sobbing first year snapped in your direction. Bellatrix’s right eye twitched as she made her way toward you, stopping inches away from your face.

“What did you just say?” she wasted no time in brandishing her wand at your throat. A shadow was cast on her face. “How dare you. You foul little no-life! How dare you speak of the Dark Lord in that manner!” You narrowed your eyes at the tip of her wand before spitting out your reply. “You heard me. He’s an incel. A loser. A joke!”

You expected her to curse you on the spot, but instead she let out a high-pitched laugh as she bent down closer to you, her breath hot on your ear. “Oh, how amusing. You really think you know anything about the Dark Lord? You really think you can - ?”

You don’t give her the chance to finish her prolonged monologue. You leaned back, curling your fingers into fists, and whirled forward, causing your knuckles to make full contact with her face.

The punch sent Bellatrix flying backwards. Her head slammed into the wall of the corridor with a loud strike, accompanied by the gasps of the portraits surrounding you. You glared at her with a deep scowl, watching as blood slowly began to seep out of her nose. You flexed your fingers, ignoring the stinging sensation that was blistering out from your hand.

Adrenaline coursed through your body. You basically thrived from it, your love for fights and conflict often resulted in an overdose of the hormone. You grinned a malevolent smile, wiping the back of your blood-stained hand over your lips; you were pretty sure you now had a streak of red painted across your face.

Rodolphus Lestrange, Bellatrix’s husband-to-be, rushed to her side, blubbering panicked words of comfort to her. You had no idea where the other members had run off to.

Listening to their quiet whimpers (well, Rodolphus’s whimpers, Bellatrix was still quite motionless), your expression falls flat into a look of deep annoyance. “It’s funny how just one punch can take you down so easily.”

Now, it was you who took out your wand. You pointed it at the couple, with a derisive taunt. “Let’s see how your precious master reacts to this. Stupef- ! ”

You were cut off by a rush of frantic footsteps headed in your direction. “A-ah! (Y/n) (L/n), right?”

You turn your head to face the new voice, still keeping your wand poised at the centre of Bellatrix’s forehead.

Oh. Remus Lupin.

You appraised him with furrowed brows. Remus Lupin was a member of the notorious boy-band squad “the Marauders”, but from what you had gathered, he was the most tame of the group. Your eyes dropped to the shiny red prefect badge on his chest. Yep. A goody-two-shoes indeed.

Remus skidded to a halt several steps next to your posse of four, if that’s what you would call this exchange. He was completely out of breath, steadying himself by placing his hands on his knees as he hunched over.

Now, just what did Remus Lupin want? He was in your year-level, and in quite a few of your classes, yet you couldn’t say you were well-acquainted with him - or any of his friends, for that matter.

Remus, rather unimpressively in your opinion, sucked in a final breath of air before standing up straight. He ran his hand through his brown head of hair and made his way next to you.

“Black and Lestrange,” he started, his voice now enforced with authority, a stark contrast from the huffing boy you had witnessed literally seconds prior. “Harassing younger year level students, let alone any students at all, is a clear violation of the student code of conduct at Hogwarts! For that, I will be speaking with your Head of House to ensure you receive the proper punishment.”

Wow, you thought. That sounded really scripted.

Remus paused, and added as an afterthought, “20 points from Slytherin, each.”

Rodolphus, the only one conscious between the two, twisted his ugly mug into a snarl, evidently severely displeased with Remus. “You filthy half-breed! Do we need to remind you of your place, again?”

You internally raised an eyebrow at this. Had the Remus Lupin gotten into a fight with the ‘slytherin gang’, as the school lovely christened the huddle of death-eaters-to-be.

Rodolphus suddenly stretched his arm out, presumably to drag the other boy close to attack him. His fingers circled around Remus’s collar, ready to seize and-

Rodolphus’s head was slammed back into the wall, narrowly dodging the bombarda curse you’d just fired. He blinked rapidly, as if just remembering your presence. Your lips twitched as you saw the tremors in the hand that was holding onto the front of Bellatrix’s robes. Someone needed to put the fear of Merlin in him. Asshole.

You sneered at him. “You and your girlfriend better get out of my sight, because I assure you that the next time I see you, I won’t miss.”

With that, Rodolphus grabbed Bellatrix and scrambled away.

You stuffed your hands in your pockets, watching the pair run away with a sense of amusement. As the supposed leaders of ‘the Slytherin gang’, you would’ve thought they’d put up more of a fight. Maybe they weren’t on the tops of their games today, you’d heard complaints that they usually do much worse. Well, whatever. It’d do you good to keep your guard up for the next few days anyways, in case they decided to jump you in the middle of the night.

The first year student, who you’d totally forgotten about during the tussle, suddenly stood up, tear stains trailing down his cheeks. He didn’t stop to acknowledge you or Remus in his haste to get the hell out of your corridor. You rolled your eyes and sighed. Kids. Realising that it was just you and Remus left now, you began to follow the first year boy’s cue to leave, still scowling and fiddling with the wand in your robe pockets.

“(L/n)!” said Remus, snapping his head away from the notebook he held in his hands - when the hell did he get a notebook - and toward you.

“You’re (Y/n) (L/n), aren’t you?” he asked, repeating his previous question.

You eyed him from your spot near the end of the hallway. “...why do you care?”

He gave you a soft smile. “I’m Remus Lupin. We’re in the same year level. I don’t think we’ve met before.” You stayed silent, blinking lazily at his tall figure.

He gave a nervous laugh. “Anyways,” he said, scratching his cheek. “I just wanted to say thanks for helping out. Bullying has gotten completely out of hand and even though we’ve been trying to catch people, it's been really difficult to get everyone. So, I just wanted to say thanks! It’s really nice of you to step in for that first year boy.”

He has a lot of scars, you noticed, staring at his face. Gazing at him, you realised that he was still staring at you expectantly. “I wasn’t doing it for him, or for you. Black and Lestrange annoy me. I wasn’t trying to help out anyone,” you answered shortly.

“Well, regardless, thank you!” he gave you a cheesy thumbs up, causing you to roll your eyes.

An abrupt thought crossed your mind.

Remus had to have been there the whole time, right?

The corridor you’d been in was one of the most secluded in the school. From what you knew, prefects were given small sections to patrol each night plus the fact that the confrontation between the Slytherins and the first year boy had been going on for quite a while before you stepped in. There was no way that such a loud fight (especially when one of the three was screaming at the top of her lungs) would go unnoticed by him. Hell, if you were able to hear it from the next corridor over, then there was almost no evidence that Remus wouldn’t have known about it before.

You let your gaze settle on Remus. Just what has you so scared that you can’t step in first? The question sat at the tip of your tongue. The most plausible reason was that he was afraid of being harassed by those Slytherins (not to mention that sketchy line Lestrange had shouted before. ‘Again’? Did they usually gang up to teach Remus a lesson?)

Huh. Maybe that’s why he has so many scars.

Regardless, your eyes swept Remus up and down once more before you spun around and stalked out of the corridor. It doesn’t concern me anyways.

—---------------------------------

The next time you bump into Remus, you realise that your theory-conspiracy skills were surprisingly on point.

A midnight stroll, stemming from you raiding the kitchens, had led you to a dark, dingy little room in the corner of the dungeons as well as a front row seat to what looked like a Slytherin, pure-blood ritual with Remus Lupin as the sacrifice.

One, two, you started to count in your head, three, four.

You could make out Wilkes (from his foul stench) and Avery’s scrawny physique in the weird circle they’d formed but you had no clue who the other two were.

Wilkes had been muttering something into Remus’s ear, his hand firmly gripping the ends of his chocolate coloured hair. Remus looked quite dazed, and you realised with a start that his left eye was darkened and deeply bruised.

Wilkes sneered and he suddenly reared back, only to bash Remus’s head into the floor. What followed was one of the loudest cracks you had ever heard, as well as the ugly cackles of the four Slytherin lackeys.

Forcing his head up, Remus raised his gaze to the roof, revealing the wound on his forehead that was beginning to drip with blood.

What happened next was quite unclear to you.

One moment you were glaring down the group with your hand coiling around the base of your wand, and then, the next were occupied by the groaning sounds and creaking limbs of four students who’d been ungracefully tossed into a heap.

You stood next to Wilkes, staring intensely at before raising your foot and ramming it into his face. Good Merlin, did you hope that the heel of your shoe had dug into one of his eyes. He let out a howl and he brought his hands to his face to assess the damage. But before his hands could contact his skin, your foot harshly slammed down onto his fingers once again.

Irritation was flooding through your veins, pounding like an alarm, as you glowered down at him and his lackeys. You held out your wand, your dominant hand busted from the force of your punches, as you intended to use reducto on them (or at the very least turn him into a chicken) when a hasty thud caught your attention.

Remus had fallen over trying to stand up, his mind clearly still blurry from when the Slytherin brutes had struck his head into the ground. You watched silently as he staggered over to you, placing his hand on your shoulder in an attempt to both placate you as well as regain his balance.

He offered you one of his small smiles. “We have to stop meeting like this.”

Your eyebrow twitched as you raked your eyes up and down his lanky figure. Aside from the wounds on his face and the slight tears on his robes, he seemed to be relatively functioning.

You turned your gaze away from him and toward the Slytherins convulsing on the floor. “How long have they been giving you shit like this for?” From the corner of your periphery, you saw his smile falter. He didn’t answer your question, and from that you could presume that it had been going on for quite a while.

Taking in his sullen expression, a fresh wave of anger coursed through you as you bent down to grab the hair of one of the Slytherins moping on the ground. With a satisfying ‘thwack!’, you threw a punch that left a lovely, blooming purple bruise just underneath their eye.

Before you could crack his skull into the floor, similar to the way they had done to Remus, the said boy spoke up. “(Y/n).”

His eyes pleading with you to stop, for some Merlin-forsaken reason. Though you wanted to say that you were an independent person who took no crap from anyone, it was enough for you to drop the Slytherin’s head and stand back up.

You glanced at Remus, your eyes dropping to his busted lip. Huh. When did that happen?

“You said there was a bullying problem,” you spoke suddenly, diverting your gaze. You scuffed the floor with your foot, where a dark red liquid was stained across the ground.

Remus blinked, surprised that you were initiating the conversation. “Yeah. Heh. Maybe I should’ve mentioned that I knew that from first-hand experience…”

You pocketed your wand and raised your eyes to meet his. The tips of your ears burned slightly. “I’ll help. I’ll take care of it.”

And for the second time, in the span of a few days, you stalked out of the room, plotting murder in your mind and leaving Remus to his own devices.

—---------------------------------

The next time Remus bumped into you, there was at least a dozen thoughts running through his head - the loudest one of all being “what the fuck.”

There were, if he had to estimate, about twelve students dangling above you, strung up like some gruesome chain of fairy lights. It didn’t help that their eyes were shiny with tears, reminiscent of little flickering bulbs.

You were sitting under your halo of bruised and bloodied students, apathetically scanning your nails. You only looked up when you heard him approaching.

“Lupin,” you acknowledged dryly, looking vaguely unperturbed about having beat up members of the Hogwart delinquent squad that were at least double your size.

“(Y/n),” he meekly responded, dipping his head in greeting. His eyes were fixed on the students dangling above you, swaying whenever a soft zephyr passed by. The handiwork of levicorpus, he supposed.

You frowned at the concern etched on his face. How could he still have sympathy for punks like these, when he knew first-hand the damage they'd done to the students of Hogwarts. “I took care of it.”

Noticing how he was now staring into the widened eyes of Rosier, who was hanging pleasantly upside down, you helpfully added “I know it's not all of them, but I’m working on it.”

Remus’s shoulders shook slightly as he attempted to muffle his laugh.

“Oh,” you said, “I almost forgot.”

You waved your wand and about 4 of the students were sent crashing down. They groaned, clutching their heads. The sudden transition from hanging upside down into foetal position must have been unsettling, but you held little sympathy for their plights.

You nudged one of them in the back (more like kicked) and they all scrambled into a bow at Remus’s feet.

“Lupin!” it was the four Slytherins who had jumped him the other day. They spoke in almost precise synchronisation, like they’d been forced to rehearse it several times over. “We’re sorry for attacking you! We promise to never do it again! Never!”

Remus, charmingly surprised at their sudden revelation, looked over at you. You were frowning again, and you shot off a spell at Wilkes, who let out a whimper. “Lupin!” he cried out. “I’m worse than worse! A monster among men! Please accept my sincerest apologi- !“

His apology speech ended shortly as he paused to hack out blood. You death-stared him, plotting only Merlin knows what, to force him to continue his apology to Remus.

Sweat-dropping, Remus bent down and placed a hand on his shoulder. On any other day, Wilkes would have spat in his face and called him a disgusting half-breed for touching him; but this was not like any other day. Wilkes’s teary eyes met Remus’s own as he mouthed out ‘help me.’

“W-well,” Remus flashed Wilkes one of his gentle smiles - you fought the urge to ram the Slytherin bully’s skull into the portrait of Sir Ewarn the Fifth (who had been watching the scene with a vague horror in his painted eyes). “I accept all of your apologies. Just, preferably, don’t do it again. Please?”

He stood up. Some of the people you had strung up weren’t even the traditional, pureblood supremacist Slytherins, he realised. Jeez. This bullying problem had spread to all the houses. His lips twitched when he caught you scowling at Zacharias Smith (senior), a fourth year Hufflepuff notorious for stealing people’s homework assignments and hiding them in the abandoned girls’ lavatory.

You watched as the Slytherins you had released began to scramble away, and with a sigh, you let down the remaining students. Before they sprinted away, though, you stared intensely at them, reminding them to promise Remus never to torment anyone again.

Once they were all gone, you turned to Remus with an almost cheery demeanour - or at least the cheeriest he’d seen on your face so far. “I don’t think you’ll be hearing any complaints about them anytime soon!”

Remus, bless his pure soul, cracked a weak grin at you. His golden eyes furrowed as he took your hands in his. “Everytime I see you, your knuckles are always split open. Do you not get them treated?” Your somewhat happy expression had returned to its typical deadpan. “I used to go to the Hospital Wing, but after a while Madam Pomfrey got wary of how many times I would show up. Eventually, I just stopped showing up altogether.”

Wow, thought Remus, absentmindedly glancing down at your hands. (Y/n) is just a fighting spirit through and through, huh? Of course, he had his own reasons for his perpetual presence in the Hospital Wing, but that was a story for another time.

He grabbed your hand and began tugging you softly to follow along with him.

You weren’t entirely sure if he was aware of the extensive hand holding he was doing, and it made your ears burn with embarrassment. The two of you stopped in front of a broom closet, where he leaned in to grab a roll of bandages.

“Sorry,” he said, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he gazed upon you gingerly. “I’m not really that great with healing spells and I don’t want to use you as my guinea pig just yet.”

Merlin, you thought angrily. He needs to stop smiling like that.

Remus kneeled down in front of you. He began unravelling the roll to wrap the bandages around your knuckles in a firm, yet delicate??, way. A way, you thought, glancing off to the side as you felt your face heating up, that felt oddly specific to Remus.

When you felt his warm touch leave yours, you glanced back down, your face starting to cool down. You flexed your fingers experimentally, pleased to see that you could still curl them into fists easily enough.

“Hey, Remus,” you said, surprising both yourself and him with the use of his first name.

You bent down to peer closely at his face.

He made eye contact with you, and you could hear his breath hitching as he realised the distance, or lack thereof, that was between the both of you. You reached your hand out, cupping his jaw and brushing your thumb against his cheek. You could feel his face heating up at your touch.

Just as Remus’s emerald eyes began to flutter shut, you pulled back abruptly. Your ears were warm as you too took notice how close the two of you were. You quickly showed him your thumb, where a single strand of brown lay.

“Eyelash.”

—---------------------------------

“Oi! (L/n)! Sit with us!”

You spun around to face the voice who had called out for you. You were greeted by the grinning face of James Potter (who was standing way too disturbingly close to you).

“(L/n),” he repeated. “You’re friends with Moony, yeah? You should sit with us.”

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to the spot at the table where the infamous Marauders had claimed for today. You opened your mouth to protest (you and Remus weren’t really friends, more like partners in crime or something along those lines), but you decided to leave it.

You took a seat next to your (favourite) marauder, who gave you one of his insufferable, pure, tender smiles. You forced your lips into a straight line, praying to whatever higher power watching over you that no one could feel the heat radiating from your face.

You glanced around hoping that by the time you have to look back at Remus, your face would have cooled down. Lily Evans, Marlene Mckinnon, Mary Macdonald and Alice Fortescue were seated on your other side, deeply engrossed in whatever conversation they were having. Lily Evans was sitting unusually close to the Marauders today, especially considering how much she allegedly hated them (or did, at least, before her falling out with Snape which kind of neutralised her hate for them. Slightly).

Lily caught you staring and offered you a smile and a giggle, You froze awkwardly and blinked at her greeting.

“So, (L/n),” began Sirius Black, the resident Hogwarts heartthrob. He was grinning cheekily at you. “How are you on this mighty fine day?” You deadpanned at his wack attempt at a Texan accent. “Good.” “Ah, good, good.” he sweatdropped at your lack-luster answer. “Yep. It’s great to be good.”

You raised an eyebrow at him before glancing at Remus, who smiled sheepishly at you.

“I- we noticed how you usually sit alone during mealtimes,” he said, shoulder brushing ever so closely to yours. “I thought it would be nice if you could join us.”

Merlin, you could feel your ears burning again.

Remus continued on, seemingly taking no notice of your internal (and external) struggles. “We’re friends now, so you’re more than welcome to sit with us if you want.”

He finished with one of his dazzling smiles and - jeez, you had to stop getting flustered over his smallest gestures.

“I’m James Potter, in case ya didn’t know before!” James Potter announced helpfully.

“Right, and I’m Sirius Black,” he said, grinning at you. “It's siriusly great to meet’cha!”

James and Remus chuckled at the joke. You blinked awkwardly at them before swivelling your head to look at the final boy.

“I-I’m Peter Pettigrew,” he said, smiling nervously (though his smile wasn’t nearly as cute as Rem- wait, what on earth were you thinking?!)

They all looked at you expectantly.

“Oh.” you began ever so eloquently. “I know who all of you are. We’re in the same year level. We take most of the same classes as each other?” Seeing them stare blankly at you, you sighed.

“Well, whatever,” said Sirius, leaning forward, a shit-eating grin on his face. “We heard, from our dear pal Moony here, that thanks to your solo vigilante efforts, Snape, Wilkes, Rosier - the entire little death-eater wannabe squad were basically prostrating on the floor, begging for forgiveness!”

“They piss me off-,” you began, wanting to repeat the same speech you had given Remus when the two of you had first met - that you didn’t care about honour, or revenge for the ickle first years who had fallen victim to their wrath - but Lily Evans suddenly cut you off.

“That was you?” she said, eyes wide. You didn’t even know she was listening to the conversation. “Like, you’re the person they’ve been talking about?”

James was practically bouncing up and down in his seat. “Tell us, Evans- the rumours!” Lily ignored him (for the most part), but she did in fact tell you the rumours. “They say that there’s been a monster of sorts attacking wandering students in the dead of night! But they only target the ones who no one really likes.”

Marlene gasped, bringing her hands to her face. “So, you’re telling me that the other day, when I saw Lucius Malfoy sporting a black eye, that was you?”

Everyone in a five-seat radius of you was looking at you with new-found admiration. To top it all off, Remus patted your shoulder and announced “bullying at Hogwarts is at an all time low, thanks to (Y/n)!”

With that single touch, you basically combusted.

For all of your years here at Hogwarts, you’d remained fairly asocial. You’d sit by yourself during mealtimes, be the last to be partnered during group projects and stuff like that. The only socialising you ever got was when you beat the crap out of your enemies.

How were you supposed to know that your enemies also happened to be everyone else’s enemies?

But still, it had all unfurled to where you were now.

And so, surrounded by Remus and the rest of your new friends, you found your lips twitching into the smallest of smiles.

—---------------------------------

It had been a few months now, since that first time you had run into Remus. And it was now, that we would be witnessing your final fight.

You were standing behind Remus, hands stuffed in pockets as per usual, whilst the boy gave his usual lecture on why not to bully others (well, ignoring the fact that you were essentially a bully now too pretty much).

Remus waved off the fifth year student you had cornered prior before turning to face you with a great smile.

Remus hadn’t been touched for the last few months either. Not with you, basically standing around as his bodyguard. Even a wrong glance at the boy would result in your death-stare gracing the halls of Hogwarts.

“That was it,” you began, your voice quiet and hoarse.

Remus blinked at you.

You coughed. “I mean, that was the last one. There are no more delinquents left.”

“Ah,” he said. “I see.”

He exhaled, seeming to work up the courage to do something. Then, he leaned forward, taking your hands into his and smiling earnestly at you. “Well, then. Thanks, (Y/n), for putting up with me and being my partner in crime for so long. It’s been really great having you with me, a-and I’m glad we could work together.”

He laughed his little nervous laugh, the one that he usually did, and you were pretty sure that your heart rate had tripled.

Yeah, you wanted to say, but the words died coming out of your throat. Me too. We make a great pair.

Your final fight wasn’t one you were expecting. It wasn’t one that involved you beating anyone up or stringing them upside down. Instead-

You took a shaky breath, cursing yourself for getting so flustered over Remus’s words. Your fingers furled into their typical fist shapes, but rather than them swinging back (like they typically would), you rested them softly on his chest.

Ah. So your heart wasn't the only one having palpitations right now.

“(L/n)...?” Your hands gripped the front of his robes as you shut your eyes and pressed your lips to his. You can basically feel him falter against you at your action, but almost just as quickly his own lips begin to move.

His kiss was gentle, and very, very unsure. You move your hands to the back of his neck, to press him impossibly closer to you. You don’t know what’s going on, but all you know is Remus. Remus, Remus, Remus your heart is quite literally singing.

That revelation - the one where you realise that the only reason your heart was beating was because of him - literally shoots spikes of warmth through your body. The tips of your ears are red-hot, and you were pretty sure that you were seconds away from overheating. You glance to the side, trying to hide your face from Remus.

Nevermind. Your eyes flickered back toward him. He looked dazed, and he brought his hand to brush softly against his lips. He met your gaze and you could see the blush rising to his face. He cupped his cheeks, darting away from you as you had previously done.

You, laughing - yes, laughing - took his hands in yours once more and allowed your lips to finally reunite.

A fight well fought, indeed.

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