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xxblairexxss · 10 months

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Duty (part 2)

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x pregnant!reader

Theme : Angst / fluff

Word count : 3.7k (The last time I checked before proofread!)

Thank you so much for the amount of loves on the first part! I wasn’t expecting that at all. Oh, and since I got a lot of expectations for the second part, it might comes out as a disappointment if you were expecting a lot. I had to end it in two parts. 😔

Warnings, mentions of throwing up, slight description of childbirth and inaccurate infos on childbirth (I tried)

Requested!

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“I hate this!”

“Woah, princess.” He moved his head away, hands high up as you threw your snickers as it hit the dashboard and made a thud sound. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to wear them but tying the shoelaces is so hard. I can’t even reach my legs.”

Charles didn’t say anything when he left the car and walked to the shotgun side. You looked at him in question as he opened the door and kneeled down, his arm extended as he was expecting something from you while you kept on looking at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping my wife to tie her shoelaces? Give me that.”

You turned towards him and was going to bend to get the sneakers when he grabbed it instead after seeing how difficult it was for you. “You know you can always ask me to do these things for you, right?” He placed your feet on his knee and brushed off the dirt on your sole before he put the socks on.

“I know, but my feet are swollen and ugly. I don’t want you to see them. Charles, that tickles!” You shrieked with giggles when he tickled on your other foot.

“That’s what you get if you say anything silly.” He giggled along seeing how you still couldn’t stop laughing.

“I nearly kick you in the the face! Don’t do that again!” You leaned closer to hold his face and pecked on his lips. “But my feet are so ugly, honey. Look.” Charles tickled on your foot again and you tried to retract your feet away which caused it to bump against his face.

“Ow! Did you just kick me?” He fell on his bottom and covered his face with his hand.

“I told you to never do that again!”

“I told you to never say anything silly, didn’t I? He pulled his hand away and you bursted out laughing. “What?” You didn’t reply and chortled again when you looked at him. “Y/N, what?” He asked, confused yet still finding himself slowly laughing along with you.

“Your cheek is red. I’m sorry.” You moved your upper body closer to stroke on his now, blushed cheek.

“Oh, that’s okay. I’m just gonna go around and tell everyone that my pregnant wife kicked me in the face.” He went back to put the sneaker on your other foot. “It kinda hurts though. Since when did you get so strong.”

“You asked for it! Are you saying I’m fat?”

“There you go twisting my words again. I never say that.” He gave one last twist and pull on your shoelaces. “All done. Easier to ask for help from your husband than to throw the sneakers around, right?” He stood straight then helped you to get off the car.

“I’m sorry about that. I wasn’t going to throw it towards the dashboard.”

He then tilted your chin up and planted a kiss on your forehead. “No one’s talking about the dashboard, honey. I’m saying that you should let me know if you needed my help. It’s my duty, isn’t it?”

“I’m sorry, and I’m sorry about the kick.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m used to it. Let’s go and get the things you are craving for.” He grabbed your hand and started walking away from the car.

“What do you mean you are used to it? The help or the kick? I have never kicked you before!”

“You did!”

“Did I?”

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“What is going on?” Joris strode to the engineer that he had asked to pass the message forcefully pulled him by his shoulder. “Did you actually tell them?”

“I did! I told them exactly what you told me.”

“Then why isn’t he coming back to the garage?”

“Maybe he just wanted to finish the race first. He’s leading it.”

“No,” Joris shook his head the second he heard what the engineer said. Ever since Charles got married to you, his career had fallen into second place in his priority list. He saw how his friend went from never missed a tennis day to only join the casual tennis match twice a month as he had to accompany you to your hair or facial appointment so he could be the first one to compliment you on your new hair or nails. He saw how Charles used to stay and got drunk at any parties to the point he couldn’t stand up to having to call it an early night because he didn’t want you to go to sleep alone. “No, that doesn’t make any sense. That man is willing to retire for his wife. They are not telling him!” Joris cried in frustration and was about to take control of the matter himself by walking to the pit lane but he was stopped by the engineer again.

“You can’t go there.”

“I need to tell him!” He tried to walk away but was held by even more people this time.

“We can’t risk any penalty point.“

“How can you be so heartless. His pregnant wife is in the emergency room!” He stared at the men in front of him in disbelief.

“I told you I’ve told them to pass the message and he’s still not coming back into the pit lane. He just wants to finish the race. Which part of it don’t you understand?” Joris saw the look the engineers were looking at him as if he was mad for being this way.

“You don’t get it. They are not telling him because if they did, he would have been here by now. Please, just let me pass the message.”

“We did what we can, you need to wait here until the end of the race or leave the garage.”

There’s still 51 laps to go.

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“Her water has broken and we suspect it might have been more than 24 hours since then.”

“That’s impossible. She would have known if her water was broken.” Your mom shook her head in denial as the OBGYN informed her about your condition.

“She might not have realised about it. We had to induce her labor as she was showing symptoms of infection and we can’t risk it. Can you ask for her husband come as we might need to proceed with the delivery soon.” The OBGYN dismissed herself and left the two mothers alone.

Fishing her phone out, Pascale clicked on a contact number that was right at the very top of her recents.

“Hel– “

“Bring my son here right now.”

“I’m trying! I can’t do anything else or they’ll kick me out of the garage.”

Pascale was so close to scream. She should have known something was wrong that stopped her son from coming to the hospital when she knew Charles barely left you alone during your whole pregnancy, there was no way he would leave you alone when you were in labor. “How much longer will the race be?”

“It should end in an hour. I’ll get him as soon as he get off the car.”

“Please bring him here as soon as you can.”

Joris felt like all of his blood was drawn out of his body when he heard the tone of Pascale’s voice and knew you weren’t doing well. Not only he had to tell Charles about you being taken to the emergency room, he had to tell him about your condition too and he didn’t think there would be any husbands in this world who could take the news well.

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It was around 20 laps after when he finally entered the pit lane but it wasn’t him alone. The rest of the grid were asked to do so as there was a red flag that had been put out. Joris was walking past the engineers so he could maybe, got Charles’s attention when they held him again before he could take any steps.

“You can’t go there.”

“The red flag is 25 minutes long. I can’t wait any longer.” He pushed away the engineer but felt another grip on his arms from the back, forcing him back. “Are you guys seriously doing this?”

“He is in the car right now as our driver and we are treating him as one. Please leave the garage.”

“He won’t be your driver anymore if he knew what you did to him. Don’t touch me. I can walk myself out.” He heaved a sigh and stormed out of the garage.

“What’s happening in the garage?” Charles spoke, he was lining up on the pit lane behind every other cars, waiting for the red flag to end but his car happened to be near his own garage where he saw the whole commotion and a group of people formed up together.

“Nothing, Charles. It’s none of your concern.”

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“And there goes the checkered flag! Thrice in a row! Charles Leclerc is the winner for the Monaco Grand Prix!”

“That’s P1. Well done, mate. Thank you for giving the race victory for us today.”

“Well done, Charles. You did a good job.”

“Well done, guys! It was tough race but great job for the race and for the weekend. Let’s hope we can keep the consistency.”

He was screaming into the radio team to the point he could barely hear what his engineers were saying. He had been dreaming to get the podium in his country even since he joined Formula 1. It felt like he had finally accomplished the last final tick in his wish list. Soon as he crossed the finish line, he saw a glimpse of your smiling face, jumping around as you congratulated him and he was so eager to see you, and to stood on the podium, making his country proud.

“Charles, we have an interview and a press conference in 5 minutes– “ His assistant’s steps went faster when he realised that the driver was heading to the other way after the whole podium moment.

“Can I see my wife first?”

“No, I don’t think so. It’s better for you to get these done first.”

Charles still continued his way to meet you while bumping into a few people in the paddock lane who congratulated him with the assistant still chasing after.

“Charles, we really need to– “

“Let me see my wife first. Just one minute. I’ll make it quick.” He gave his assistant a smile before leaving to get to you.

“Charles,”

Still ignoring the assistant, he went inside the hospitality with the assistant trailing behind him to keep his schedule in check. “Where is she?” He looked back at the assistant when you were not in the lounge area. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Your interview–“

“Answer the damn question! Where’s my wife?” He wasn’t looking for you in the paddock at all as he knew you would be in the hospitality so he was expecting to see you in the lounge area where he left you but you weren’t there. Not even Joris.

“She was taken to the hospital earlier.” The assistant’s voice trailed off when Charles’s gaze on him went darker.

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“I don’t know. I heard the guys said they already informe– “

“How long has it been since she was taken to the hospital?” He had rolled down the zipper on his race suit, and get his arms out from the sleeves, leaving him in his fireproof suit though it still made him hard to breath. He didn’t even know how to act or what to say. It was too much to take at one time.

“More than an hour ago.”

“What? You should– “ He breathed in. “You should have told me about that. How could you do this to me.” He was going to head out but he was pushed back on the shoulder.

“You still have things to do. We are still not done for the day.”

“I have to get to my wife. If something happened to her, it’s on you.” He glared back and pushed the grip of the hand on his shoulder rather too rough and headed out, bumping into Joris who was sweating and out of breath.

“Charles! Oh, thank God. I was looking for you after the podium like crazy. Hospital. Now. Y/N is not doing well.”

He knew something was wrong with you. If only he had listened to his gut feeling. The fact that he was kept in the dark for more than an hour when God knows what could and might have happened to you during the period of his absence.

Charles had left with Joris as his hands were too shaky he could barely held the steering wheel so Joris had to be the driver. He tried to call his parent but none of the calls were picked up. “What happened to her?”

“She fainted. They refused to tell you what happened and I got kicked out of the garage for causing a ruckus, they said.”

“That was what actually happened in the garage..how did I miss that.” Charles’s voice trailed off as he buried his face in his hands. He didn’t say anything else after. The rest of the whole ride to the hospital, he was quite. He just needed to see you right now before he lost himself to every negative thoughts that had been filling his head.

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“Honey, are you okay?”

You had woken up to the sound of your husband throwing up and groaning in pain and you knew where to find him when he wasn’t in bed. He had been feeling sick these past few weeks and it happened every morning or when both of you were cuddled up together. You had forced him to see a doctor so you thought he would feel better by now. When you peeked inside the bathroom, you saw him leaning against the wall and face scrunched up in pain.

“Oh my god, are you still sick? Didn’t you go to the doctor yesterday?”

“Yeah, I did and they said it might have something to do with your pregnancy because they checked everything and I’m supposed to be fine. Apparently none of the medications are gonna work until we have our baby.” He washed his face and you walked to his side to rub on his back.

“Are you having morning sickness?” You giggled while he was still leaning against the counter, completely didn’t find the situation funny.

“Not too close, baby. I don’t think I can stand the smell of your perfume.” He moved away and out of the bathroom and you giggled again as you chased after him.

“But it’s the perfume you bought for me! I just want to hug my husband.” You whined.

“I love you so much, Y/N, like so, so much but please step back. I feel it coming again.” He moved away and groaned. “Stop it, honey. I’m serious.“ He made a gagging noise and turned away.

You chuckled and decided to stop teasing him by standing on the other side of the bed. “Why is it so bad though?”

“I really don’t need those questions now, Y/N.” He heaved a sigh of defeat and your eyes trailed on him as he scurried back to the toilet.

The morning sickness went on for a couple of months to the point he had to take some painkillers during race weekends while you didn’t feel anything at all. Thankfully it stopped after your second trimester.

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Soon as Charles barged inside the room, he saw you were laying on your back with a few medical staffs inside the room prepping things up. Your face contorted in pain and you were sobbing. “Y/N,” He called out as he made his way to you. His heart pounded when he saw you had an oxygen mask on, the back of your palm was hooked to IV. You were squirming on the bed, unable to sit still on the bed.

“Charles!” You pulled the oxygen mask away and stretched out your arms, waiting to feel the warmth of his body against yours. You felt your tears gushing down even more when he engulfed you in the tightest, most comforting hug as you cling on him. “I’m scared…I can’t do this.”

He left a few lingering kisses on your crown while your arms still wrapped around his neck, refused to let go as you felt him pulling away. “No– no, please don’t leave me. Please, I can’t–“

“I’m not, baby. I’m not. See? I’m right here. I promise I’m not gonna go anywhere else.” He pulled your arms away and held it tightly in his as he stared at you reassuringly. He knew you weren’t listening to the midwife when they repetitively asked you to breathe so he had to break the hug even when you refused to. “Baby, I need you to breathe, okay. I’m right here. Just follow along my breathing. That’s it, that’s it, baby.” He saw you slowly went back to control your emotions and brushed his lips on your damp forehead. “You are so, so strong.”

The whole pushing process was a nightmare. You had been pushing for hours and though you knew your body was moving on the motherly instinct alone, the endless pushing made you started feeling nauseous and light headed. “I can’t do this. Charles, it hurts so bad.” You bawled and whimpered in pain as you pulled Charles closer to bury your face on his neck.

“You are doing so great, love. Just a few more pushes, alright? I can see her head already.”

“It hurts! I can’t do this. Ow! It hurts so bad!” You collapsed back and grunted with the end of the contraction as the head felt like it was tearing you apart.

Charles rubbed on your inner thigh and kissed your shaking knee. “I know, baby. I know. You are almost there. I promise.” He wiped your tears with his thumb and left his lips lingering on your forehead. “You are so, so close. Just a little bit more.”

You pushed again once your midwife had checked for the cord. It was Charles’s first time to see you in this so much pain. Your face was red and your legs were shaking with all the pushing.

“That’s it, that’s it! One more push and she’ll be here. You are doing amazing, baby.”

“I can’t do it…please… I can’t. Charles, I can’t.” You shook your head with tears streaming down your face and you wanted to close your legs shut when the midwife quickly tried to hold it as Charles immediately squeezed on your thigh.

“You can. Y/N, listen. Hey–“ He cupped on your cheek so you would look at him. He had to be strong so that you knew you could rely on him but seeing your broken facade was something that he wasn’t prepared for. “Baby, listen to me. You can. She’s nearly here. One more push, honey, I promise.”

You gave one massive push and gasped loudly when you heard your little girl wailed. “You did it, Y/N. She’s here.” Charles exclaimed as the midwife lifted your newborn and placed it on your chest. You were still out of breathe when you gently wrapped your arms around the newborn with Charles’s hand under her for a support.

“She’s finally here, Charles. Oh my god, our baby girl is here.” You leaned in and kissed your daughter’s forehead.

“You were amazing, honey. She’s so beautiful, isn’t she? I love you so much, Y/N.” Charles planted a kiss on your crown and stroked on your hair, feeling himself blessed with the little moments.

After the whole labor process ended, he was offered to cut the cord and gave his little one the first bath while you were given some time to rest where you could fall asleep almost instantly, still feeling drained and sore but you did get a glance of your husband’s back giving his newborn a bath, seeing his arms slightly shaking with the help of the nurses. He had hold a newborn baby from one of his close friend’s before but definitely wasn’t prepared to hold his own daughter and it was very obvious to everyone in the room, including you. It was a heartwarming moment for you though.

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You woke up feeling something warm on your cheek and opened your eyes to see your husband’s head on the little space on your bed, his forehead against his arm while his other hand on your cheek. He looked like he had fallen asleep and you found yourself beaming at the sight. When you placed your hand on top of his, you felt him stirred a little as you stroke on his knuckles. He was no longer in his Ferrari’s shirt, his hair looking a little unkempt when he lifted his head, face got a little sullen when the bright light hit on his face.

“Morning.” You poked on his cheek.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep, baby. Do you need anything?” He rubbed on his eyes and sat up straight to stretch out his arms.

“Can you get me some water?”

“Of course, love.” He then stood up to pour you a glass of water, slowly pulled on your stretched arms so you could sit up a little as he inclined the bed.

Charles was looking, more like staring at you the whole time, as if he had something to ask or to say so you scooted aside and held out your arm, leadinh him to sit by your side when he took your hand in yours. “What is it?”

You the saw the way he got confused with your question so you had to ask again, this time more elaborated. “You look like you have something to ask me?”

He was quite for a few moment before finally he gave you a reply you was waiting for. “Why didn’t you tell me you had been feeling pain, Y/N?”

“I didn’t want you to do anything silly before the– oh, did you win the race?”

“I did, honey. I think I did? There were so much things happened after my podium I think part of the memories were deleted.” He chuckled and carefully wrapped his arms around waist to pull you close so you could lean against him.

“Well, congratulations, baby! I told you there was nothing to worry about.”

He only hummed in response, his cheek tilted to rest it on your head. “They didn’t tell me.” His voice is full of disappointment.

“Didn’t tell you what, love?”

“I asked them to let me know if anything happened to you but they didn’t.” He left a lingering kisses on your hair. “I could have been here with you more early.”

“Don’t beat yourself too hard, Charles. It’s fine. You excelled both your duty as a husband and as a F1 driver today. You were a great help. I would have given up if you weren’t there.” You leaned in to peck on his cheek and heard your newborn started wheezing. “Oh, is she awake?”

“Can’t have my moment with you even for a short time now, can I?” He left your side to slowly pick his little girl from the bassinet and claimed his seat back by your side.

“Aw, she looks like her daddy! She’s so adorable.” You slightly pulled the the garments that swaddled her and leaned against his arm. “She’s my little gift to you since you won the first podium in Monaco today, honey.”

“Will I get the same gift every year?” He squirmed a little when you pinched on his arm, making him winced in pain. “Ow, that hurts! I’m gonna start having bruises on my arm if you don’t stop doing that, honey– oh, bless you!” His attention shifted to the little one when she sneezed, melting his heart with the cuteness. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for making me a father.”

“I love you.”

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scuderiasundays · 10 months

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chili’s angels

summary: carlos can’t say no to his little girls, leaving him with some explaining to do on media day + a little insta au at the end 🌶️

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a/n: this one was in my drafts for a while but i brought it out for @thatsdemko and all the dad! carlos girlies out there. i know there are a lot of you! tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee, and @diorleclerc just because. feedback is much appreciated as always. hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

When Y/N found out she was pregnant with twin girls, Carlos was over the moon. He had been raised by a vivacious mother and alongside two sisters, who despite driving him mad as a child, had become his closest confidantes. Carlos stopped wearing the Tom Ford cologne you once loved when it started to trigger your nausea. He rushed to a nearby drive-through at midnight solely to satisfy your craving for fries and a milkshake. And when your shoelaces needed tying, he was always there to help.

“I feel like I’m asking way too much of you,” you spoke. He smiled and gently caressed your growing belly. "Never, mi amor. Taking care of you and our girls is my purpose now," he said tenderly. "You're an amazing mom already, and I can't wait to see our daughters grow up with the same strength and love that you have."

You had held off on naming the twins because you strongly felt you owed it to your daughters to meet them and get an actual feel for their energies. Together, you spent an evening brainstorming a list of potential names, Carlos voicing a particular preference for their names starting with the same letter. Labor proved to be more challenging than anyone had ever prepared you for, leaving you drained once it was over. Carlos cradled the newborns in his arms, softly uttering their names, "Melina" and "Mila," while his gaze shifted from one little face to the other.

Flash forward, and your twin daughters thought the world of their dad. You loved getting to see Carlos in a new light, your love for him only growing as you watched him interact with your girls. "Can we go outside and play? Please!" Melina and Mila were like the Energizer Bunny times two on the rare weekends when Carlos was home. Although he rarely said no to them, they were both feeling under the weather, so he shook his head. "How about we stay inside and do some drawing?" he suggested.

"Can we paint your nails? Mamá always lets us," the girls asked, their eyes widening as they edged closer to him. Carlos paused for a moment, thinking, what harm could it do? Eventually, he nodded in agreement. The girls knew exactly where their mother kept her nail polish kit and eagerly fetched the equipment. "We have Barbie pink and Ferrari red, just like our cars," Melina said, holding up the bottles with her pudgy fingers. "Mama wears the red one when we watch you drive on TV," Mila chimed in. He assumed Melina was referring to the little toy LaFerraris he had bought the girls on their birthday. He loved watching the girls as they raced in their garden, a tangible sign they had inherited his passion for cars.

"What's that thing you always say, Papá? For the Ferrari?" Mila looked up at her dad with chocolate brown eyes. "Forza Ferrari, mija," Carlos replied. Before he could even pick a color, Melina grabbed his hand and started painting his thumbnail bright red. The girls both had a hard time staying within the lines, so Carlos took it upon himself to clean up the edges. After they were done, he was instructed to place each hand under the UV lamp. He couldn’t help but wonder if the nail polish would come off easily later, but he soon noticed the excitement of being nail artists had worn the twins out. He picked them up and gently laid them down for a nap.

As Carlos boarded his flight to Hungary, he realized that his red manicure was not coming off without a fight. He absentmindedly picked at his nails, silently wishing his wife had been there to offer him the mini nail file she always carried. With media day approaching, he knew that people would definitely pick up on his vibrant nails.

"Nice nails, Carlos. Whose handiwork is this?" Natalie, a familiar face, pointed at his hands with a smile. Carlos chuckled and replied, "Oh, this masterpiece? My twin daughters painted them. I just don’t know how to say no to those two." He shrugged, shaking his head.

"Well, here they are to say hello.” The TV presenter had organized a surprise Zoom call with Y/N and Carlos' daughters, who had been nicknamed "Chili’s Angels" by his fans.

"Buenos días, mis hijas. I hope you're feeling better," he greeted them, waving at the camera. Melina proudly held up her mom's hand, showcasing her red nails. "Look! You and Mamá match now!" she exclaimed. Carlos winked at his wife, grateful for the little moment of connection despite the distance.

"Forza Ferrari, Papá!" Mila squealed, waving goodbye. “They really are my angels, all three of them,” he thought, setting off a mental countdown of days until he was back in their arms again.

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mango-bango-bby · 8 months

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yandere! platonic miguel w a reader who isn't treated too well by their parents in their dimension and tries to be at HQ a lot to escape please?

Ty for ur time!

♡ Escape ♡

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, dad!Miguel, teen/tween!reader, mentions of abuse and neglect, isolation, basically kidnapping

Summary: Your family is mistreating you and Miguel notices (Platonic!Yan!Miguel O’Hara x GN!teen/tween!reader)

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♡ You loved being a spider-person. Although it wasn’t the powers, or the love from the public for your super-hero persona, or even really saving people that you loved about it. You liked being able to hide. You liked swinging your way up to the top of a building and staying there for hours, away from home until you absolutely had to home.

♡ So when you were introduced to the spider-society, of heroes just like you, of course you wanted to be there. You stayed there for hours, even late in the night. Even doing mundane things, just at HQ instead of home.

♡ Miguel of course noticed. Yes, you were an “annoying kid” as he told himself. But you also helped him, you were strong and helped him track down anomalies. He didn’t want to admit it, but he had grown fond of you. You were just a silly kid, he didn’t outwardly say it but he felt like he was responsible for you. Perhaps it was the father in him, but he felt the need to care for you, keep you safe.

♡ He did notice that you spent a lot of time at HQ, but more specifically in his office. You would just say hello to him and sit on the floor. He was a bit annoyed at first but you weren’t interrupting so it didn’t bother him to much. He did notice that you would just… sit there. You wouldn’t do anything spider-man related, you just exsisted. You would eat in there, watch things on your phone, do your homework, watch him do stuff on the monitors. You did everything in his office, maybe because you felt safe with him.

♡ Miguel noticed, but foolishly didn’t think much of it. He actually liked you, so it didn’t bother him too much. Maybe it was the father in him, or maybe that you clearly were trying to help him. But he felt protective over you, you were just a kid after all.

♡ What he definitely noticed and was concerned about is when one day, you showed up wearing your hero mask. You kept your spider-person mask on. But not in battle, just hanging out in his office. You were just watching him do stuff on the monitors while wearing your hero mask. Of course, you were hiding a bruise but no one knew.

♡ Although you eventually couldn’t take it anymore, all of your emotions erupting out at once. So you went to the only person you trusted, the only person who made you feel safe. Which was Miguel. You walked into HQ crying, keeping you mask on to try and conceal your tears. And you just hugged him and he rocked you side to side as if you were a baby.

♡ After you tell him, he knows exactly what he has to do. How could he ever let you go back to a family like that!? So you stay with him for that night. But he convinces you to stay with him longer, your family isn’t safe for you to be around. Perhaps he may need to pay a visit to your parents, they were going to be your canon event anyways so he might speed that up.

♡ You’re only a child. Nothing is exactly safe for you in your universe. Not your family, and especially not being a hero! So he begins to isolate you, convincing you to stay home. But it’s better than your parents so you gladly accept being isolated and kept away from the rest of the world. But at least you’re getting loved, being cared for and doted on by your real papa.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

(A/N: You all are loving platonic yandere lately because it’s like all that’s in my inbox 😭😭 Not that I’m real complaining though 🫶 I’ve been working on what Halloween requests I have lately 💗)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

#soft yandere #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere miguel x reader #yandere!miguel o’hara #platonic yandere miguel o’hara #platonic yandere miguel o’hara x reader

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wonbons · 7 months

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genre: probably angst!

summary: wonbin likes you, but anton is bored so he takes the wrong turn and decides to compete with wonbin for fun.

pairings: wonbin x reader, anton x reader

warnings: reader being played, miscommunication

posted on ao3!

note: villain!anton because why not??? btw might make a part 2 for anton's pov but idk! MY FIRST FIC sorry if i made any grammar mistake or typo. enjoyyyy!

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Wonbin is such an ideal guy. Well, people have preferences, but at least you think he’s one hell of a deal.

I mean, who could blame you? Magnetism looks, cool demeanor, reserved. That's his usual suit, he's different with you. He’s all warm and soft, maybe if you tell him to jump off a cliff, he would do it without any question.

It’s like he has no flaw at all!

Well, maybe one…

People are so obsessed with him. You realized how the girls went crazy over him. One thing that you fail to realize is he’s actually in a very toxic environment. Wonbin couldn’t tell you about it, he doesn’t want to worry you.

He always dislikes Anton, but nobody will believe him if he says Anton is actually evil.

Anton, with his friendly and soft voice, who would actually believe it if Wonbin told them about Anton being a copycat and never leaving Wonbin alone?

You actually would believe him.

Only if he tells you.

Now, he is very bothered.

Anton is acting friendly towards you, it’s making Wonbin activate his alert mode. This is weird. There must be a plan behind that friendliness.

“Wonbin! You’re here!” You smile brightly when you see your soon-to-be boyfriend.

“Hey, sorry I took so long.”

“It’s okay! You didn’t tell me Anton is your friend!” You chuckled.

Wonbin faked a smile, you could tell… but you chose to brush it away.

At least for now.

“Yes, our parents are best friends.” Wonbin puts his arm around you. “Let’s go.”

“Goodbye, Anton!” You waved at Anton.

“See you guys tomorrow.” Anton smiles warmly toward you.

Wonbin waves at Anton and then walks you to his car. He turns his head one more time to check if Anton is still there.

Well, he is.

With a sly smirk that makes Wonbin want to commit murder.

What is wrong with that guy?

Wonbin is definitely panicking inside.

“Hey, are you alright?” You asked him. “What’s wrong?”

“No, nothing…” His smile reassured you that he’s fine. “Let’s go.”

Well, those were a few months ago.

Now, Wonbin is sitting on the floor. Back leaning against his bed. His eyes are still swollen due to the crying sessions he had today. He kept looking at your picture. He really misses your smile. How he wished he could go back in time and tell you exactly why he hates Anton to his bone.

Wonbin decided to send you a few voice notes. He added a note to open it when you’re all alone.

He throws his phone to the coffee table across from him. Luckily, it doesn’t break. He sips his nth glass of whiskey today. Lord knows he hates to touch alcoholic drinks, but the pain is just too much to bear in sober mode.

Wonbin wished the star so you could come back to him, that this is not too late and Anton screw something up.

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“Anton, I’m gonna take a shower.” You said while tying your hair into a bun.

“Okay, just call my name if you need anything.”

“Yessir!” You happily walk into the bathroom. A relaxing shower is our favorite thing after an amazing date, right?

You turn on the shower. The warm water is a stress relief for sure! You rethink your day. Today is incredibly great. You spent a full day with Anton at the amusement park. Closing it with a kiss on the Ferris wheel while watching the sunset too… feels like a movie!

You’re so happy! The relationship felt a bit rushed though… or maybe it’s just an effect from Wonbin. Since he left you hanging for so long. It’s alright now! You have Anton.

You palm your forehead when you realize you forgot to bring your favorite soap with you. Well, the happiness makes you kind of forgetful. It happens.

You don’t turn off the shower, because you put your body care pouch near the bathroom door, if you remember well…

You open the door slowly and then close it again. You search your body care pouch and grab your favorite body wash. When you stand up, you realize that Anton is nowhere to be seen.

You heard a voice coming from the balcony. The door is open, Anton must be there. At first, you’re not really curious about what is he doing there.

But, then… you heard him mentioning your name. You thought he was calling for you, so you walk toward the balcony.

However, you immediately pause when you heard his next sentence.

“Well, yes, I only care about her because I want to beat Wonbin. What else?”

You froze.

He’s on his phone with lord knows who.

“I mean, it’s not my fault if she chose me. That’s on her AND Wonbin.” He laughed.

“Well, I am winning. I’m always winning.”

You hold your tears. You couldn’t believe this.

Is it all fake? His affection? His efforts? His smiles?

The kiss? It’s all just… a game?

You go back to the bathroom to finish your shower. After you’re done with your quick shower, you get ready and pack your things. You hurriedly put on your shoes with tears streaming down your face.

“Y/N? You’re done—wait, where are you going?” Anton asked with a warm smile. A smile that you no longer trust anymore.

“Anywhere but here.” You give him a cold shoulder.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? I’m wrong. It is a wrong choice to choose you over Wonbin.” You snapped. “Gosh, why am I so stupid?” You laughed at yourself.

“No, Y/N you must hear the full call. Here, I always record my calls—”

“No, Anton. We’re done.” You rush to the door. “Thank you for the lies.”

“Y/N, no! I can explain, please!” You slammed your door behind you while wiping your tears away. You take a taxi and get into the cab just in time before Anton can chase you.

“Where to, Miss?” The driver asked.

“I don’t know, just drive first.”

“Alright, I have a tissue right there if you need it.” The driver is so understanding. You are so thankful for that.

You open your phone and see some notifications from Wonbin. You deleted his number, but you remember it.

You open the chat and see some voice notes. With a note at the end, ‘listen to this when you’re alone please’.

Well, your intuition tells you to play all the voice notes now.

“Y/N… I’m sorry I didn’t make a fast move… sorry I took too much time…”

“Y/N, there’s one thing that I haven’t told you about Anton. Well… he is a hater of mine… he’s not actually my friend… I really wanted to tell you that he never leaves me alone, he always copies the stuff I did and all… I’m actually so irritated by him, but no one would believe me… I don’t know what he’s telling you. He’s really good at brainwashing, he ruined a few of my friendships too…”

“I have a feeling that he’s only chasing you so he could beat me… he loves to win at this non-existent competition… I really hope his feelings toward you are genuine, Y/N…”

“You know where to come back if he does you wrong, though…”

“I love you, Y/N… I’m sorry.”

You hold your sob now. All that you can feel is regret. Pain. Guilty. You did him wrong. Why are you so stupid? Why would you choose Anton over Wonbin?

“Emerald Tower, please.” You try your best to contain yourself.

“Well, we’re here then.” The driver pulls over to the right.

“Thank you.” You give him 50 bucks and get out of the car when one of the employees opens the door for you.

“Miss, this is too much.”

“That’s for your kindness. Thank you.” You try to form a smile and hurriedly rush to the elevator.

“Miss!” You could hear the driver call you when you entered the lobby.

“What floor, Miss?”

“28.” You smiled and wiped your tears away.

You wait in silence. Waiting for the elevator door to open. When it reaches the 28th floor, you smile at the employee and walk out to the left.

You are now in front of Wonbin’s apartment door. You call him and to your surprise, he immediately answers.

“Hello?”

“I’m outside.” You said softly.

Wonbin immediately hangs up. After a few seconds, you heard a thumping sound walking closer to the door.

Wonbin opened the door and let you in without any hesitation.

You drop your bag and hug him after he closes the door behind him.

You finally let out your sobs in his embrace. “I’m sorry-I’m sorry-I’m sorry, Wonbin. I’m sorry.”

He hugs you tightly and sobs with you.

“Wonbin, I’m so stupid. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s not your fault.”

“Wonbin, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Wonbin breaks the hug to stare at your face. It hurts seeing you crying like this, he cups your face and wipes your tears with his thumb. “I’m sorry I was indecisive.”

“Wonbin, I’m so—” He pulls you in for a kiss before you could say any apologies again.

“Please be mine, I know I’m so late. I’m so dumb for wasting your time. But, please be mine. Give me a chance to fix it.”

“Wonbin…” You collect yourself together. “You’re all that I need.”

Wonbin smiles at you warmly. He gives your forehead a long peck. His favorite form of showing affection to you.

“I love you, Y/N.” Wonbin caress your cheek. “I will always do.”

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#riize angst #anton angst #wonbin angst #riize imagines #riize #riize anton #riize wonbin #riize x reader #riize fics

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klttn · 5 days

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when I see someone asking for vox requests, I immediately sense it. what abr vox w a reader that's owned by him (smth like angel/valentino or husk/alastor) you can have fun and make it as smutty/fluffy as you want, ty!!

⁺˳✧༚ ˚ 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓅 ｡⋆୨୧˚

— 𝜗𝜚 vox x f!reader

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 summary : you sold your soul to vox only for him to treat you like the good little puppy you are. nsfw. toxic relationship. ownership. collars. leashes. reader is mute when she’s subby. vox is a smidge manipulative. dubious consent at times. vox is also a softie.

𝜗𝜚 vox knew from the moment he saw you, he had to have you. such a pretty little thing, how could he not? it’s safe to say sinners like you were desired in hell. you looked like pure innocence and sin wrapped into one. a cute fawn puppy with wide eyes and soft thighs.

𝜗𝜚 he found you by chance, crying, after his dick of a situationship had abandoned you for someone new. someone who would give up everything to him, including their soul. you wouldn’t even fuck him. part of you thinks that’s the only reason he kept you around. to try and earn the rights to your cunt. vox’s manipulation was much sweeter than that.

“hey little puppy,” vox had mused, voice thick as honey, “no need to be scared, i won’t hurt you.” he seemed so trusting, so gentle.

you’d only seen him with val on set or occasionally on ads so seeing him like this was entirely different to the picture you’d painted of him. so that’s when you decided to take a risk, “promise?”

𝜗𝜚 all you’d known with val was emotional mind games and verbal abuse for not submitting but with vox? he seemed to care so much more than that. he was so loving and sweet, treat you like an angel. loved you.

𝜗𝜚 that’s all you wanted, it was so easy. so you gave him everything. your mind. your body. your soul. just like he wanted.

“you’re mine right, puppy?” vox questioned hands stroking over your soft fluffy ears as you nodded in response. “so let me own you. give me your soul. you’ll be only mine and i’ll protect you forever.” his harsh words laced with something so sickeningly promising to your naive brain.

how could you say no?

𝜗𝜚 after that, vox never held back, you couldn’t leave him after all. he had you collared 24/7. using the leash that bound you to him to tease you and drag you where he pleased. he was still so attractively enticing. that would never change. his cunningness wrapped up in a pretty bow so well that you didn’t care he was manipulating you.

𝜗𝜚 he’d use you to make val jealous sometimes too, having you draped over him as his arm candy. have you dress so scantily. take you to all his events to show you off, show them what they couldn’t have. and more importantly who you belonged to.

“who’s this pretty girl by your side?” a reporter would ask, eager to put a name to vox’s ’girlfriend’.

“oh? her? she’s just my puppy,” would be his answer. so simple yet you loved something about it. a slight pat on your head and a soft “good girl,” to leave the viewers with the thoughts of your wide eyes and soft mouth as you bit your lip at the praise.

𝜗𝜚 it wasn’t only manipulation to him despite it getting you this far. he did love you. everything about you, like he was the love sick puppy here. your hair, your eyes. the way your soft ears would react to things. how easily excitable you were. the way you would cuddle up to him after work like a doggy would it’s owner. but i suppose that’s exactly what you were. just a simple little pup with her doting owner.

“where’s my baby girl?” he’d shout through the halls of his home as you’d come running to the door, so much excitement rushing through you. you’d think he’d been gone for days not merely a few hours.

“i missed you,” would always be the first thing you’d say. “now never leave me again.”

𝜗𝜚 eventually you let him have you. let him fuck you. the fact he waited despite owning you only spurred you on more to let him ravish you. he was loving and gentle at first, so vanilla and constant i love yous, earning the right for more than that. even though he didn’t have to. so when it came down to it, you’d coyly asked him to take care of his baby in heat too. giving him full control of your sex. every aspect of it.

𝜗𝜚 the first time you allowed yourself to drop into that subby state of mind, vox couldn’t quite believe what he was witnessing. how was it possible for someone already so innocent and pliable to become more so? he adored the way your doe eyes would gloss over as you looked up at him through battered lashes with full submission.

𝜗𝜚 he loved everything about ruining you. how he could tell by the way your thighs would flush exactly what you needed. how you would stick your tongue out and pant on your knees for him when you wanted to suck him off. but what he loved the most about this was how you would go mute. he revelled in how you couldnt say no or stop him. your ditsy brain too full so all you could do is whimper n whine and mewl such pretty noises.

a tug on your leash pulled your malleable body closer into him. his cock abusing your cunt to the point of tears, “just a bit longer pup, please” he'd groan, out of breath, wiping your tears and gripping you harder, pumping into you til it had you yelping and trying to pull him off of you. he wouldn’t let you. vice grip overpowering you and forcing on to say on his cock. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, fuck, baby i’m sorry, i’m so close, i know it hurts, shit, i’m gonna cum.”

he’d pull out and hold you tighter than ever, littering your face in kisses, telling you you’re such a good girl, such a good puppy for letting him use you. how proud he is you milked his cum. of course that’s all your silly head needed to hear.

𝜗𝜚 vox always gave aftercare. always. running your baths, getting you your favourite snacks, taking care of you, not dare letting you lift a finger after the harsh activities he’d assault on your body. when you’d settled down enough, he’d hold you, letting you watch your favourite shows on his screen. that was something he loved to do for you. so much.

𝜗𝜚 he was just as clingy as you sometimes. needing you close and on him, always by his side. whining and mumbling how you don’t love him if he doesn’t have your eyes and attention on him. he always made you giggle with that. so when one night you were cuddled up watching tv, he came up with the idea.

“puppyyyyyy,” vox grumbled, watching how your ears would twitch in acknowledgement, “look at me!!” he was tugging at your pyjamas and pulling on your collar, needy in such a demanding and assertive way.

“wanna watch this, voxie, already so close n got my head on your chest.”

wrong answer. he didn’t like that.

vox sighed and clicked his tongue, turning off the screen and wordlessly forcing you to straddle his lap. “my puppy should do as she’s told,” your breath hitched at his words as his screen glitched and the show you were watching flashed across where vox’s face should be. “even if that means i have to make her.”

your cheeks blushed as you got comfy to his thighs. vox’s hands raked across your body, zoning out again. trying not to get too embarrassed and show how much you liked this. loving how vox needed you this badly. “so much better, right baby?”. you nodded your head before one of vox’s fingers crept to part your lips and let your oral fixation take over, sucking and lapping.

𝜗𝜚 overall you were the happiest you’d ever been, no matter how toxic it may be, and so was vox. it all went according to his plan that day when he decided he had to have you. you were now his. owned and controlled. loved and cherished. his puppy.

A/N : i just love vox okay!! i would sell my soul to him for free just to get to submit to him <3 anyways… i hope you liked this and as always please please give me support!! tell me your thoughts, they’re always welcome

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mxdnightlvers · 2 years

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hiya there:)

i was in my filthy boy mind palace thinking about stuff and i thought about genshin men and jealousy.

i would absolutely love to see kaeya, childe and/or diluc jealous of the reader's friend getting extra touchy, (i thought it would be cool if the friend was an in game character, doesn't matter who)

specifics: nsfw, bottom!sub!male reader amab, jealous boys getting hot and steamy 😭🙏

side note: i am in love with your writing! you are probably one of my favorite writers on here lol. do whatever you want with this concept and no pressure to take it! tysm:)

➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jealous sex with the Genshin men

➸𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Diluc, Childe/Tartaglia, Kaeya

➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Rough sex, lots of cum, marking, semi public sex, slight slight exhibition if you squint

➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬/𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Amab + Gender neutral pronouns + one use of ‘pretty boy’ in Kaeya part (it says Amab but it’s still pretty gender neutral apart from a few parts)

➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: sORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG,, I been busy irl</3 BUT ANYWAYS TYSMMMM?? Im so glad you enjoy my writing it means sm<333 ty for waiting and I hope ur living life anon <3 Also also,, writing Amab is a tiny bit difficult for me,, so I kept it pretty gender neutral if that’s okay :>

𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 ❦

He's just had it with Kaeya's antics. If a reaction is what he wanted from Diluc, then he got a reaction. Even if he wasn't actively intervening, it was no secret that he was eyeing you two down in the tavern. He wasn’t more excited to close for the night and happily send Kaeya away. He was even happier to bend you over the counter and shove his cock inside you. His hand is on your stomach and pulling you closer as he pounds into you and he's just a mumbling mess in your neck. He doesn't want to think about what happened but can't stop thinking about how Kaeya leaned in closer to you, his hands lightly brushing against yours, the way his voice rang so annoyingly teasingly through the chatter of the customers. Surely he knew not to mess with what's his? He's practically slamming himself into you at that point. “Mm you..you’re mine alone.” He’s grumbling needily against your neck. If you weren't going to snap him out of his thoughts, your legs would give away. With whatever stability you can find between his rough thrusts, you pushed his head off you, causing him to finally slow down and look at you with a worrying look. His cock is throbbing so much inside you, it's stretching you out so much, that you can tell that he just needs to fuck you senseless. His breathing is labored and he’s practically panting, nails lightly digging into your skin as he just waits for you to say something, anything. “Diluc,” You finally break the silence, “you need to slow down what if someone hears us?” You didn’t expect to be met with such a confused look from him. He looked at you like you were saying the most farfetched idea in existence. If someone hears? You must be mistaken for sure because that’s exactly what he wants. To fill you up with his cock and cum, to see his seed spill out your hole and smear all over your thighs and to hear you scream his name so all of Mondstadt could hear. To have you all to himself yet share how much he’s yours to others. Don’t worry though, he’ll make sure to hold you upright if your legs give out. <3

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 ❦

He couldn’t wait. He needed to bury his cock deep inside you right then and there. He simply wants to reclaim you!! Seeing the way that worker had their hands on you, surely a worker won’t need to be touching your lower back so casually? Or caressing your hand? It was so irritating, he simply needed his hands all over you now. He pulled you off to an alley where you were out of the public’s view. Legs wrapped around his waist as he plunges his cock deep inside you. You’re trying your hardest to not be loud but it’s so difficult when his cock hits your sweet spot so rhythmically and his hands are running all over your chest. “Don’t you think… it’s pretty unfair how they get to touch you like that hm?” He coos at you with a grin on his face, knowing that if you answered you’d probably be unable to hold your moans back. Yet you still tried to answer, and as expected, you couldn’t help yourself from fumbling your words as he fucks you faster. “Ah-” he tuts, “Wouldn’t want anyone else hearing how much you’re a whore for me now hm? As much as I’d love for everyone to see, I don’t think you’d want them seeing you crying on my cock now?” All you could do is glare at him over the hand you were biting down on, a chuckle resonating deep within him as he pulls you closer. Pressing kisses all over your neck, going lower to leave a few hickeys on your shoulders and to look back up and your teary eyes. Your legs wrapped around his waist now hanging loosely as you feel your orgasm near. Head hanging low onto Childe’s shoulder and biting the fabric of his shirt instead. His hand suddenly grabbed and started jerking your sensitive cock off, the sensation having you bite harder down on his shoulder. Your seed spilling out and staining his clothes, but he didn’t stop. Continuing to fuck you through your orgasm before finishing inside you. Feeling his cock twitch as the warm liquid fills you up and spills out. Childe finally pulling out and putting your clothes back on. His cum would be leaking out of you for the rest of the day but you’ll have to bear with it, at least until you two got home, then he can fill you up properly again. <3

𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚 ❦

If you think that you were going to be let off the hook that easily. You couldn’t be more wrong. To think a respected friend like Jean would be taking you away for an entire day and when he did get a chance to see you, she was just a little too close to you. It’s only until you meet him in his office after your duties that he finally gets to have you all to himself. Lifting you up and sitting you nicely on his desk, he’d start waste no time and dip his hands between your legs. His free hand unbuttoning your shirt before pushing you onto the desk he previously cleared. Teeth finding their way to your exposed neck and sinking into your skin. Marking you so nicely as he traces his dips his fingers inside your hole. Your lips hurting from how hard you were biting down on them just trying to hold back your whimpers. He’s probably left a hickey in every spot on your neck the way he simply won’t stop sucking and biting. Not to mention his slender fingers that were attacking your sweet spot over and over. His tongue swiping over your skin and his fingers were enough to make you cum but sadly, he pulled away. Blue eyes observing your now marked skin, tongue licking his lips as if he was savoring your taste. If only you know that those eyes carried a more sinister intention behind them. His head dipping between your thighs to suck and mark even more hickeys there, eyes occasionally flickering up towards you to see your flushed expression. He was purposely ignoring the place you wanted to be touched the most, just focusing on leaving his marks on your soft skin, and of course he wouldn’t mind making you a little bit needier for him. To crave him. Finally being satisfied with his work, he pulls away to gaze at the way your skin now had his name all over it. “You’re such a pretty boy with my marks all over you? What do you think about being marked more hm?” He keeps eye contact with you while he unbuckles his belt and finally freeing his hard cock. All red and leaking with precum and ready to fill you up. Swallowing, you nod, already eager to feel him inside you. “Mhm yeah? I’m gonna let everyone in this damn office hear how you’re mines.”

#genshin smut #Kaeya smut #childe smut #diluc smut #kaeya x male reader #childe x male reader #diluc x male reader #diluc x reader #childe x reader #kaeya x reader #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia smut

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beewolfwrites · 1 year

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for part 2 of the Japanese speaking one, can u do one where reader and chishiya fall for each other and the reader wants to confess to him in Japanese but doesn’t know how and he helps her? ty :)

Language Barrier - Part 2

Since this is a second part for the original prompt, I've kept it also in the AWIAF fic world, but more towards the end.

Hope you enjoy!

(Chishiya x oc/reader)

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‘You’ve improved.’

Chishiya emerged from the hallway and sat down in the armchair opposite mine. Even in candlelight, the furniture store was cosy and quiet, the perfect place for curling up and studying in a comfy reading chair. With the games suspended after the Ten of Hearts, life in the Borderlands had slowed. On one hand, we were waiting for something to happen at any moment, yet the more days that drifted by, the more we were lulled into a sense of security. Kuina had ventured out earlier to find supplies, leaving Chishiya and I alone in the store.

He had spent most of the evening upstairs, tinkering with a can of orange soda and wires, whilst I focused all my attention on reading out sentences and committing new words to memory. Ever since my first game - Rummy - where I had barely understood the rules being read out, I had been chipping away at the Japanese language, making a note of and practicing phrases I had heard Kuina and Chishiya use. Although I was still laughably bad at it, I was actually quite proud of how far I’d come.

‘ありがとう.’ Thank you, Chishiya.

‘Your pronunciation is clearer too,’ he commented. ‘You’ve stopped blending the words together. I can actually understand what you’re saying.’

I thought for a minute about how I wanted to respond, double checking a certain word in my pocket dictionary. ‘あの缶に何してるの?’ What are you doing with that soda can?

Earlier, I’d briefly seen him connecting it up to a string of wires, but he had worked quietly and avoided divulging any information. I hadn’t wanted to pester him at the time, but I was genuinely curious about his latest project.

‘爆弾を作っている,’ he replied simply. I’m creating a bomb.

‘Wait, really?’

That was definitely not what I thought he was going to say. At all. How did he expect me to react to this? Chishiya didn’t exactly look like a terrorist in the making, nor an angry schoolboy locked up in his bedroom surfing the internet. Seeing Chishiya’s raised brow and lack of response, I quickly realised I had slipped up.

‘本当か’ I corrected myself. ‘どうやって学びましたか’ Really? How did you learn to do that?

‘学んだ,’ he said, simply. ‘学びました is too formal. You’ve never spoken formally with me anyway.’

He explained his answer in quick, fluid Japanese, and although I understood some of the words he’d used, he was running through each sentence far too fast. The words only stood out individually like stars, and I couldn’t quite harpoon them together to form anything coherent. And given the mischief dancing in his expression, he knew exactly what he was doing.

‘I give up,’ I admitted. ‘You’re speaking too fast. And I don’t know half of those words.’

He didn’t admonish me, like I’d expected, but instead simply translated his answer. ‘I taught myself over time, the same way I made that taser. Once you have a grasp of circuits and wiring, you’re already halfway there.’

This would also explain how Chishiya knew how to screw with the wiring in Niragi’s bedside lamps. Either he payed a bizarre amount of attention at school, which I couldn’t see him doing, or he had too much spare time on his hands.

I frowned, flicking through my notes. ‘And you genuinely thought I’d be able to understand all that wire talk?’

‘You never know. It could come in useful in a game.’

I couldn’t argue with that. But in actuality, I did need his help with a certain phrase. There was something I wasn’t quite sure about - it was said differently depending on formality, but as I was still dipping my feet into Japanese culture, I wasn’t quite confident about the difference between each variant and when they should be used.

‘Hey, Chishiya? There’s something I’m not sure how to say.’ I flipped my notes around so that he could read them better, though he simply stared at them with apathy.

‘What is it?’

‘Well… I’m really grateful to Kuina, for being my friend throughout all this craziness,’ I explained carefully. ‘I wanted to tell her that I love her, because I really do. But I didn’t want to use the wrong “I love you”. I know there’s 好き, and there’s 大好き. But this dictionary translates it as 愛している. If Kuina’s my friend, which one do I use?’

Chishiya closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the armchair. ‘Kuina already knows you’re her friend. There’s no need to say it.’

‘But what if I want to?’

‘Then you’d just use 好き or 大好き at the most,’ he said. Half asleep like this, it was uncanny how much he resembled a cat, or even a fox. ‘But you’re not really asking for Kuina’s sake.’

My heart shuddered.

He knows?

I swallowed, nervous that I had been caught out so easily. ‘And if I’m not actually asking for Kuina, which one would I use instead?’

His mouth tilted upwards. That sly, sly man. ‘It depends on how you feel. 愛している is only used in movies.’

‘And you wouldn’t use 好き or 大好き?’

‘Maybe,’ he said. ‘If you’re a schoolgirl.’

‘And people definitely don’t use 愛している in real life?’

‘Nobody really says these things,’ he replied curtly. ‘It’s too embarrassing for most Japanese people.’

Except I’m not Japanese.

I didn’t reply, muling over each of the three possibilities. One was too mushy and gushy to use in real life. The other two were apparently too simplistic. From what I knew of Japanese society so far, people didn’t usually say these things out loud. Love and affection was something to be expressed in small actions and gestures.

One eye cracked open. ‘Well?’

‘Well what?’

‘After all that, aren’t you going to say anything?’

Now it was my turn to smirk. ’Only when you’re not expecting it.’

Faintly entertained, he sat up straighter, pulling himself out of his catnap. His small break over, he retreated back upstairs and returned to tinkering with the can. The evening drifted on, and I did try to stay awake in case Kuina returned with goodies. But as the darkness crept in and the candles played magic tricks with shadows on the walls, I sank down into a different darkness altogether, dreaming of sand and chlorine, playing cards and bullets.

In my dream state, I hadn’t realised I was shivering until the softness of a blanket was wrapped around me. A pair of hands gently removed my notebook, pen and dictionary. Barely awake, I slid my eyes open a fraction, registering the silhouette walking away from where I was curled up in the armchair.

‘Chishiya,’ I murmured. ‘もう愛している.’

I love you too.

#alice in borderland #imawa no kuni no arisu #chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x oc #chishiya x reader #aib

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writerlyhabits · 2 years

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Bed Rest

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Request: “Reader takes care of a sick Din send tweet ”

Warnings: mild language, pre-established relationship, helmetless Din but it's dark and technically no creed is broken, its just fluff. I did spell a Mando'a word funky, but that's cause he says it weird, just trust me on this one, kay?

AN: Okay.... this request has been sitting in my inbox for a hot minute and I'm so sorry, but every time I opened the doc all thoughts just left my brain and I couldn't make anything I liked. I know it's short, but I think keeping it short and sweet made this a lil easier. @deceiverofgodss you're wonderful as always ty 💛 Thanks for requesting, I hope you all enjoy!

Din Djarin is a complicated man.

There are many layers to him, both on the surface and buried behind the layers of his beskar armor. He’s clever, his brain moving faster than you could even comprehend to get your party through high-tension situations. He’s kind, offering his genuine thanks wherever he could, and – as you’d noticed on more than one occasion – tips generously where it is deserved. He has his hard edges, but there is a softness to him in his lingering touches at the small of your back, and when he cradles his foundling to his chest.

But he’s also one of the most stubborn men you have ever met.

As of late, he’d been sleeping for far longer than normal, had been partial to cranking the heat up at the inns, and you could hear his stuffy nose affecting his ability to speak – even through the helmet. Din was very clearly sick, or at the very least under the weather, but would he admit to it? Of course not. He powered through, acting like nothing was wrong.

It was getting on your nerves.

So you took matters into your own hands.

“Love,” he whined, having traded your preferred mesh’la for one he could pronounce without hindrance from the blockage of his sinuses, which you kept commenting on and he kept ignoring. “Where did you put the tracker?” He was searching the front table – where he most definitely set it down beside his vambraces the night before – not looking over at you.

“I haven’t seen it,” you feigned innocence, and you admittedly could have been a better actress, but in his state that was the last thing he would notice. Which was exactly why you had taken to hiding the fob in your hands behind your back.

He couldn’t go on this hunt. If he didn’t run himself into the ground and make his symptoms worse, he would get himself killed trying to function despite of them.

For a moment you thought you were going to get away with it, until the traitorous device beeped in your hands to remind you it was still working. Dank farrik. Your Mandalorian turned around steadily to face you, the intimidation of his dark visor lost on you because you knew he was avoiding making himself dizzy by moving his head too fast.

Usually, this would become an unfair game. You would try to keep it close to your body, using every defense you had to fend him off, Din’s large strong frame being able to overpower you with little effort as you both laughed. Sick Din, however, simply sagged his shoulders in disappointment.

“Please don’t make me take it from you, I can’t.”

Sometimes it was so hard remembering just how human Din was underneath all of the beskar. Seeing him act just like any other man with a cold was refreshing. You just wished it also came with the usual desire to sit around and do nothing.

“You can’t?” You repeated, eyebrows shot up on your forehead as you waited for him to hear what he was saying. “Din, if you can’t overpower me, how the hell do you think you’re going to be able to hunt down a bounty?”

“It’s different, I won’t have to-”

“Din.” Your firm tone had taken to sounding similar to his, even causing Grogu to look up at the two of you from his spot on the chair in the corner, and Din halted his argument. “You’re sick, you need to rest. If you don’t stop and take care of yourself, it’s only going to take longer before you can get back out there.”

You let him sit with that reality for a second, watching as his visor turned to look at his green child across the room. You knew where his thoughts were going; the longer he couldn’t hunt, the longer it would take for him to provide for you all. The longer you kept Grogu cooped up in the shabby inn, and it was only a matter of time before you went out and took the bounty out yourself.

You were not incapable by any means. In fact, he loved having you by his side in battle, the two of you being able to read the other as if by some ancient jedi mind trick. But he was fiercely protective, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the idea of sitting on the sidelines while you were on the hunt, unable to come to your rescue should you need it.

All of this, you knew, went through his head as he turned back to you. You knew each other too well for his thoughts to be any kind of mystery to you, just as yours were second nature to him. Which meant that he knew you were prepared to fight him on this.

So he sighed in defeat.

“Fine.”

“Good choice. Now take your armor off and get in bed.”

“Mbesh’la, I don't think that’s-“

“Mbesh’la,” you taunted back, making fun of the way his congestion morphed the usually elegant word. You could practically hear his eye roll. “C’mon, I’m gonna get you soup from the shop downstairs. When I come back, I’ll help you out of the rest of it,” you finished sweetly.

Din nodded in reply – a slow movement to avoid a headache – and you slipped the tracker into your pocket. Just to be safe. He made an attempt to start discarding his gear, gloved fingers fumbling with the clasps of his cloak now that they were free of his weapons.

Before he struggled for long, you walked up and gingerly took his hands in yours, removing his leather gloves with a tenderness you rarely got to share with your Mandalorian. As you got the material over his large hands, you kissed his knuckles before reaching up to unfsaten the clasps he’d been struggling with, folding it across your arms when it released. You gave him a sweet smile, and placed one hand on the side of his helmet to bring it down towards you, leaving him with a keldabe kiss before you made your way out of the room.

When you came back with the soup in hand – a large bowl for Din, and a small one for the foundling who never stopped eating – the room was dark, save for the oranges of the sunset outside peeking in through the cracks of the drapes. On the sizable bed in the middle of the room were your boys, Din cast in the shadows of the room as he laid on his side, and Grogu playing happily with his father’s helmet from his spot on top of the covers. Din’s hand was resting against the child’s back, and you just about melted at the sight.

And then Din sneezed.

At the very least, it amused the child, a laugh gurgling out of him at the ridiculous sound. It reminded you to keep moving, delivering the steaming bowls to a grateful Mandalorian, smiling at his quiet thanks. Only leaving them for a moment, you went into the fresher to run a cloth under hot water, bringing it back out to the shadow of a man tilting the edge of the bowl to his lips.

Success.

You made your way back to the side of the bed and began your usual dance, moving around him comfortably while never focusing on the patch of shadows where his face would be, trusting you not to find the features that may slip into the light while he was without his helmet. Your gaze landed on his dark curls, brushing them away from your peripherals to place the warm towel to his forehead, pleased with the quiet groan that left his body.

“Keep this here until it gets cold. It’ll help you keep warm,” you instructed, pressing a kiss to his temple before you turned to walk away. The hand not supporting his soup reached for yours before you could get far, squeezing your hand as he found his words.

“Could be warmer… There’s room for you to join us,” he offered, as close to a formal request as you would be getting out of him in this state. It brought a soft smile to your face as you looked down at your hands, woven together in his attempt to keep you close.

You squeezed his hand with a promise to be right back, following his lead and changing into softer clothes more suitable for the sauna that was waiting for you under the covers. While you were up you tidied up the small space a little, stalling to let the other two finish their soups, smiling to yourself when you watched Grogu climb up into his fathers arms as the empty bowls were placed to the side.

Coming back to them, you crawled into bed behind Din, wrapping your arms around his chest as you nuzzled into the muscular planes of his back. You listened to his breathing, his strong and steady breaths unaffected by his condition, and his heartbeat thumping in his chest. When his breathing relaxed, the tension in his limbs went right along with it, and only then were you able to follow him to sleep. Your Mandalorian could rest, giving his body the time it needed to recover. And you would enjoy every quiet, laidback moment it brought you and your little family.

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#thanks for being patient #din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin x you #request #anonymous request #thanks for requesting shit from me #my writing

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lillylvjy · 9 months

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please please please

llg smut

please even just a drabble

I need a cocky ghost boy to watch as I sit in my room frustrated cus I can't get off. need to feel his eyes on me without knowing he's there and then have him appear and claim me pls and ty

or whispering dirty things to tease me cus I can't see him

-husband <3

………. I’m on it- (minors fuck off)

He kept playing with you. Kept moving behind you, making a cold chill fill in the room as you turned all around to find the source. You knew it was him but you hated how you couldn’t see him.

“Don’t look so helpless darling. I know you like this. Like being watched and teased with.” You felt a breathe fan over your neck as a dark, gravely voice whispered in your ear.

“N-no. I don’t. Your wrong.” You said, cursing yourself for stuttering.

“Oh? Than why do you like it all the time when your crying out for me to help you get off?” He says as he slowly runs his fingers up your thighs and waist.

“T-this is different. I can’t see you.”

“Darling you can never see me in the dark of night when your grinding and gripping my hair as tightly as you can. So no this isn’t different. This is almost exactly the same. I can practically smell how needy you are.” Wil grips your hips as he pulls you against his body. “Now. We can either do this the hard way, or my way. And I know you love my way, so what’s it gonna be? Gonna be a difficult slut and make me hold you down or are you gonna let me take it easy tonight? Your choice.”

#this is so short but have faith.#im getting back into writing-#llg!bur smut #ghost!wil smut #wilbur soot x reader smut #18+ only please #smut

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yanderemommabean · 2 years

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(Idea💡! Yandere Prince x Male bodyguard Reader!)

Prince Ashton had always been a rather...odd boy.

As a child, he was quiet and kept to himself, preferring not to interact with others, especially other children stating he found such things to be annoying.

However, there was one that the prince seemed to like or at least tolerate and was his personal guard and only childhood friend, Y/n.

The two met when they were only 10 years old and seemed to immediately click with one another to the everyone's shock.

No one knew what exactly made the guard different than everyone else. Hell Ashton didn't even know himself. He just had a strange attraction towards you.

As you both got older, Ashton's view on you began to...change. He eyes began to look at you in a way that many would deem... Inappropriate.

It started when you both were 14.

Ashton was watching you spare with the other knights. His eyes stare intensely at your form. At some point, you notice Ashton watching in the sidelines. You smile and wave at him.

Ah, such a lovely smile~ what he wouldn't give to see it contort into a pleading face as he thrusts his cock into your- Ashton stops himself, slightly surprised by his own thoughts.

But he can't say he dislikes the idea of making you his lover.

That thought only grows more enticing as the years go on.

Whenever Ashton's alone his mind Will always wander back to you.

He imagines himself sitting on the throne with you sitting between his legs sucking his dick like a little good pet.

Or having you on your hands and knees moaning like a bitch in heat, while he fucks you from behind.

Or maybe he'll have you ride him while he watches as you fuck yourself on his cock.

All of these are fantasies he has about you daily.

You truly are the perfect pet for him~...So why are wagging your tail to others...

Ashton has seen how friendly you are with the other guards and it pisses him off like nothing else.

You are his guard and you obey his orders and his orders alone.

So when he sees you acting all buddy buddy with those low-life pests, Ashton is so tempted to just fuck you right then and there to remind you who exactly you belong to.

Perhaps, he needs to discipline you by tying you to his bed while forcing you to endure hours of arousal without any form of release.

Or maybe he should make you wear a collar with his name around your neck, so everyone will know just who's pet you are...

“Sir Ashton, this seems a bit much-” you protest, watching as the Prince simply presses further, forcing you to stay still. “You’re my guard, are you not?” he questions with a raised brow. You shrink back, like a scolded puppy, and look towards the ground as you answer softly under your breath.

“Ah ah, couldn’t quite hear that. Speak up when addressing your Prince” he taunts, tilting your head up with the tips of his fingers. “Now, I’ll try this again. You’re my guard, yes? You’re to listen, obey, and submit without hesitation. Correct?”.

“Sir please! This is too-”

“Answer me, Y/N, or I might assume you’re neglecting your sworn duty”.

You swallow down a retort, and resign with a defeated sigh. “Yes, sir, I am your sworn protector and…servant”.

Ashton hums, pleased, patting your cheek affectionately “That’s right! Good boy. And good boys like you, will listen to my demands, no matter how it affects your life. If I say you are to live at the castle?” he questions, waiting for you to finish.

“...I agree, no hesitation”.

“Good. If I tell you to kill an enemy on sight?”

“I...I do not stop until the deed is done”

“Good, good. And so, if I want you to wear a collar with my name, what are you to do?” he asks while gesturing vaguely, awaiting your response. This whole act feels so odd, so wrong in a way you can’t quite pinpoint. Ashton’s always been a bit odd, but now it seems something more sinister is beneath those eyes that you once saw comfort in. You’re still pressed against the wall as the crazed prince begins to reach behind your neck with both hands, coming up to clasp the collar.

You stifle an embarrassed whimper, and force out the answer he craves to hear.

“If you ask of me to bear your name, I am to wear it proudly and without shame”.

Ashton doesn’t move, face pressed so close to your neck he could steal a taste, savor the sweat forming on your skin as you try to keep your composure. How cute, his loyal pet not wanting to disappoint his master. Your face will falter soon enough, when he usurps the throne and has you all to himself. Chained to his chambers day after day, being his dutiful lover and allowing him to bask in your ethereal essence.

“Yes. Exactly” he murmurs against your skin, tempted to sink his teeth in as a parting gift of the day. But the collar should suffice for now, others will know he’s claimed you and if they make any trouble for you he’ll kill the pigs himself.

“You better get used to serving me more than you usually do. The King is not long for this world, and you and I have much to do once I take over”. Ashton doesn’t elaborate on that, pulling away and leaving you to sit in confusion as he begins to walk away. He pauses, turns to face you once again, and grins.

“I also demand you move your sleep chambers to my room. How can I be protected at night if no guard is there with me? I’ll see to it that your room is given to someone else, mine is much more comfortable anyway”.

(I hope you liked it bean! -Mommabean)

#yandere princes are pretty great #yandere royalty #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #mommabean #yandere male

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jellymellydraws · 2 months

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Astarion x Dark Urge Chapter 15 Rating: E Tags: Angst, Fluff, hurt/comfort, slow burn, two guarded people fall in love so hard it makes them stupid

Chapter Summary:

Astarion begs Rose to gossip about Gale's super secret but very obvious condition. She learns that the resident sassy elf might be starting some rumors about her promiscuity. Withers makes his services available, for a fee. With all their scouting and prep done, the whole camp marches towards the Selune Temple.

Whether it was foolishness, desperation, and a deliberate step towards openness: Gale revealed there was something going on with him. Eyes were on her as she departed from the wizard’s tent. The questions were clear on their faces, but she wasn’t going to be the one providing answers. They had to know that much, by now.

Rather than entertain their curiosities, she continued towards the command tent. Aside from distributing the magical items, she still had to prepare her own pack for their visit to the Selune Temple. Anything could happen once they arrived, and she was going to be prepared.

Goblins could be wielding more powerful weapons, or have new mastery of magic. Drow soldiers could be hiding within the shadows. Spiders as large as the arachnid matriarch could be lurking in the rafters. All of this was a possibility. Not to mention: surprises.

Detestable surprises.

Of course, hoping to do this prep in peace was as reasonable as hoping a fish could breathe air. She didn’t need to look up at the shadow which stalked over to her. She already knew who’d be ballsy enough to ask. Only one very nosy and gossip hungry elf: Astarion.

“We all saw that— you can’t honestly believe that you can pretend none of us saw that!”

“I can, and I will,” Rose couldn’t help the small smirk which snuck across her face.

Astarion didn’t understand the concept of ‘minding his own business.’ That was a cute little trick he pulled that morning— toying with his tone to imply he was being coy, stating he heard nothing but sounding like he did. His words spoke true, his tone tricked.

Clever man. Too bad he sucked at committing to the act when very valuable information came to light. In this case, bright purple lights emanating from their wizard. But oh, his desperation to know what was going on was the sweet confirmation she was waiting for. He had absolutely no clue what happened between her and Gale that morning.

The elf wasn’t going to leave it alone. Not until he knew what the hells he saw. Even if that meant stalking after their leader while she meticulously prepared her pack for the rest of the day. She tried to feign her next steps a few times, looking one direction but turning towards another. He kept up with the fancy footwork, and somehow managed to keep up with her speed.

”Right outside his tent,” the elf continued, “what was that— he hugged the damned things and—“ he crouched next to Rose as she sifted through their potions crate. His voice suddenly hushed, “can he make our stuff more powerful?”

”Wouldn’t that be something?” She sassily answered, stowing a small healing potion in her pack and tying it closed.

“Do you know how useful that would be?”

“I do.” She stood up, turning towards the rest of the camp.

”You still aren’t going to spill, are you?”

”I’m not.”

She playfully bumped her good shoulder into his as she walked by him. He groaned with defeat.

But he continued to follow.

Alright, fine, she’ll give a little. What was a little fun before heading into uncertainty?

Rose turned on her heel, arms crossed in front of her chest as she faced him. “How about a trade?”

Astarion’s brows raised, before a tempted smirk crossed his features, “A trade? For?”

“Information,” she offered, stepping closer to him as her words softened, “Gale said you have quite the imagination, I’m still intrigued: what exactly did you say to him this morning?”

“Oh, my dear,” his finger hooked beneath her chin, gently tilting her face towards him, hovering closer, “I just asked him if you left him satisfied with…” he pulled away with a devilish smirk, “whatever it was you two did in that tent.”

“Gods above,” she stared incredulously, “you asked him if he fucked me in there?!”

He burst into laughter. She dragged her hand down her face, only briefly stopping to pinch the bridge of her nose. Her cheeks darkened and she could hear her blood rushing into her ears. This only made him laugh more boisterously. Wasn’t she supposed to be the one having fun, here?

Mission: failed. Miserably. No— not miserably.

Laughably.

“You think I’d be so tactless as to ask outright?” He gasped, remembering to act scandalized once he regained control of his amusement, “Well, maybe I’d ask you, but Gale?! He’s much too, erm,” he circled his hand in the wizard’s direction, searching, but finding nothing but a frustrated tut, “he’s Gale. ”

She knew she should’ve changed assignments. Of course she should’ve! She knew better— she knew Astarion better!

“But,” the elf continued, much to her delight, “if you weren’t having a quick one in there, what was all the sneaking for?”

”He entrusted me with a private, personal, matter,” she stated with finality, despite his pout. She rolled her eyes playfully towards him, “he’ll divulge the details when he’s ready. Or I’ll do it when I find it necessary for the camp to know.”

“I thought we had a trade,” he continued to poke his lips out, dramatizing his pouting.

”We did, and I kept my end of the bargain. We talked about something private, and I won’t share the specifics. That’s it.” She smirked at him, triumphantly. “Don’t sulk, I’d do the same for you.”

“Hm, I suppose you would ,” his tone shifted. Less playful. “Seems you owe it to me, afterall.”

”What is this about?” Her eyes narrowed warningly. Sounded like their fun was over.

“Heeding your advice,” Astarion answered plainly, pretending to examine his nail beds, “something about favors?”

“Don’t underestimate the power of a favor owed,” the words felt like an echo as she recited them.

“Yes, that was it,” he shifted his gaze towards her, lifting a brow at her cautionary expression, “at least you can remember some things.” He hissed his emphasis, not-so-subtly slicing with his words.

“And what is it that I owe you for?” Her tone dropped out of its playful lilt in response. “Remind me.”

“Oh nothing much,” he began counting on his fingers, “just for keeping quiet about your quirky little bursts of murder. Or perhaps for being so discreet about your memory problems, especially considering how easily Lae’zel reaches for her blade. Oh, and you know, Shadowheart asked me about your scars— I kept that to myself too, in case you were concerned. Quite a debt you’re accumulating, it seems.”

Her eyes widened with disbelief. A speech given several nights ago, a mantra that came to her in the moment that she gave no thought towards. It meant more to him than she intended. He was keeping score in a game she had no intention of playing.

And yet, she had a finger on a piece, in need of completing her next move.

“The favors thing doesn’t apply to the camp,” she clarified.

“Sure it doesn’t!” He scoffed, throwing a hand up flippantly, “you just gave Gale whatever he asked for?”

”Yes!”

”Must not have been so important then, if he doesn’t need to pay you back.”

Her blood simmered as he glanced at her from behind his nose. Through her fury, she saw a slight smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.

No. No, he would not trick her into whatever the hells he wanted. Whatever outburst he hoped to pull from her, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

”I’m not falling for this,” she finally managed after taking a controlled breath, “I’m not going to tell you what he wanted. I’m not going to tell you what that magical light show was about. I’m not going to tell you anything.”

”And why’s that?” His red eyes burned towards her. The creases of a scowl began to form.

“Because I take care of my team,” she articulated slowly, “no favors required. If you need anything Astarion, I’ve got you; just ask and I’ll see what I can do.”

He stared at her, brows furrowed. Examining her face for traces of a lie, of deceit, of trickery. “Just ask ? Just like that?”

She nodded, “just like that. Exactly like how we got you that violin. If it’s that hard to believe that I’m a woman of my word, that’s your problem. Not mine.”

Waves of expressions washed over his face like phases of the moon. Everything from doubt to relief to disbelief flashed over him. Watching him closely, she was just realizing how weary he looked. Bags had begun forming under his eyes, which in turn made her see how pallor his face was. In short, he looked like hells.

Her eyes couldn’t help but soften. She released another heavy sigh, running a hand through her violet locks as she pushed back her frustration.

“Astarion,” she met his gaze, sincerely, “if you need the score to be settled, we’ll go over who owes whom later. I have to focus on our mission right now.”

He said nothing as she left towards the edge of camp to finalize prep for the afternoon.

The living corpse marked an open scroll with a quill that never needed to be dipped in ink. No one knew where he found such a thing. He muttered in a voice that forever carried from the beyond, faintly echoing at the end of his words.

“Withers,” Rose announced herself as she approached. He didn’t move his eyes from his task. Frustrating as it was, she became accustomed to it. At least, in some capacity, she knew he was listening. “We’ll be departing soon, can you handle watching over the camp?”

“I shall be here in thy camp, for whenever thou hast need of my services.” A practiced response.

If his voice didn't hint at his age, his manner of speech could make it obvious. She was sure it was in the range of twenty years to twenty centuries.

“Services like....watching over the camp?” She pressed, somewhat sarcastically.

But, to be fair...would he actually do that? Someone was ALWAYS back at camp to keep watch, never just Withers. For the most part, he might as well not be there. He haunted the outermost edge of their camp, hardly said a word, and hardly made a sound. If no one else saw him, she’d be convinced it was her mind playing tricks.

There was still time for that. Best not to get too sarcastic, unless she wants to accidentally curse herself further.

Finally, he paused his scribbling. His next line of thought needed his full attention and effort, it seemed.

“A mending of threads between life and death.” He lowered the scroll, eyeing her dully, “that is what I can offer.”

Her brow raised, intrigued, “go on.”

“For a pittance of coin: should thou or any of why compatriots perish, I will cleave soul to body once more.”

Both brows raised. “How much?”

“200 pieces of gold.”

Her eyes would've popped out of her head, had they not been firmly tethered to her skull. Suddenly the price of Astarion's violin felt like copper pieces by comparison. Gods, they haven't even been to a proper storefront! Where in the hell's would they get that amount to do coin?!

This was a joke, right?

It had to be?

This was Withers they were talking about-- where the hell would he even spend that money?!

...this was Withers she was talking to. No, this wasn't a joke.

No, he probably wouldn't answer where the money would go.

“Huh, well...that’s,” she adjusted her stance, trying to make light of the price. “That’s a pittance of an assassin’s contract.”

“I know.”

She shifted her weight again, chewing her lip as she stared at the living corpse. She took a quick glance around, making sure the coast was clear before lowering her voice, “do you know anything about me; my bloodlust?”

“Yes.”

“Keep talking,” she demanded.

“For a pittance of coin--”

“How much?”

“--should thou or any of thy compatriots perish--”

“You already said that--”

“I will cleave body and--”

“Withers.”

Uninterrupted by her attempts to disrupt him, unphased by her frustration, he continued. As she rubbed her temples, a dull thudding started to come on as he completed his speech.

“Are you going to charge me,” she quickly interjected, before he could start another rehearsed line, “if I ask you to watch over the camp?”

“No.”

“Okay,” she sighed with relief. “One last thing, then: if the owlbear shows up, give it some food.” She pulled a small parcel from her pack, passing it along to the animated undead being.

Wrapped carefully in a piece of torn cloth, were pieces of meat that had been dried overnight while traveling. Some of the last pieces of meat that she had for herself, but untouched. Withers held the package with an open palm, as if he collected payment from her. He said nothing.

“Well then. That's that.” Rose turned on her heel, ending the interaction on her own terms (seeing as the skeleton wasn’t going to). From her pouch, she removed her journal and a piece of charcoal, opening to a fresh page towards the back, “I guess we’ll…” she muttered as she scribbled words to the page, “start a revival fund…”

The entirety of the camp marched their way through the destroyed village. With their reputation of being True Souls, the guards were eager to ask Rose if she needed anything.

An escort. They needed an escort.

Utilizing one of the goblins, they were able to walk by the guard post with ease. The power of their status continued to intrigue Rose. A thrill ran through her veins with every passing acknowledgement. ‘Yes True Soul,’ ‘right this way, True Soul,’ ‘the temple is just up ahead, True Soul.’

Very few people would question their reasons for being there, none dared to ask. She could get used to this.

Once they were beyond the guard post, their escort was dismissed and free to return to their position by the village.

”Here we go,” Shadowheart sighed, “walking right into a goblin camp. Most would think we’re insane.”

”Aren’t we?” Astarion hummed with a smirk.

”Speak for yourself.”

Rose couldn’t help but shake her head at the banter behind her. They approached the wooden bridge, leading to a stone entrance that was dirtied over time. Statues of similar form to those in the village guarded each side, both in various states of destruction. The bridge was decorated with spike traps, and whatever railing existed had been torn from their posts.

From the looks of it, the goblins were prepared to destroy this bridge, if they needed to. Her eyes scanned along the top of the wall, looking for signs of guards and other goblins who they needed to be wary of. No one watched atop the walls, despite the bits of activity she saw beyond the doorway.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Rose asked Alfira, who stood beside her clutching the lute in her hands. The bard hadn’t said a word as they got closer, and most of the color drained from her face now that they were mere steps away from the heart of the nest.

“I have to be, right?” She tried to chuckle, weakly.

As they approached the bridge, their footsteps began to feel heavier. Rose’s heart thundered in her chest, the hairs on her arms began to raise. Reflexively, she grabbed Alfira’s arm, stopping immediately.

“What’s wrong?” The tiefling asked, looking around with caution.

“Hear my Voice,” a feminine voice spoke calmly, steadily. “Obey my command.”

“Shit!” Rose fell to her knees, head aching to the point of her vision blurring.

“Is it the tadpoles again?!” Alfira’s voice started to sound distant.

The others behind her were all brought to the ground, straining to get up or even move.

Then everything went dark.

“These are my Chosen,” the voice continued, echoing around her. “They speak for me.”

A soft light forced her vision to focus on three figures before her. Her chest tightened. Fists clenched. Blood boiled. The longer she stared, the louder her head pounded.

An old hardy elf stood at the front of their formation, looking down at her with an unfeeling expression. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel he was annoyed by her. Disgusted. He wore heavy armor, carrying himself like a commander would. But the voice she heard in her head was feminine, it did not fit this man. His chest piece was illuminated by a colored gem.

Behind the elf was a human man wearing a draped coat adorned in gilded thread. He did not look as old as the elf, but his face was aged by a lifetime of troubles. She saw it in the creases of his brow, the tiredness in his eyes. Old enough to be tired, but young enough to have fire. His smile was easy, sleazy, but oh so charming in a dangerous way. Arrogance oozed from his stance as he looked at her with a cocked brow. Intrigue. Curiosity. Another pang in her chest, joined by a sickly turning in her stomach at the sight of him. She wanted to scream. She couldn’t. Embedded in his shimmering gauntlet was another gem, much like the elf’s, which softly illuminated his features as it glowed.

Opposite of the human was another elven woman-- elven-like, more precisely. Pale was the only descriptor appropriate for her. Pale hair, pale skin, pale eyes. Pale like the corpse she deserved to be . Rose clenched her jaw. The desire to drown this woman in her own blood grew. How beautiful she would be, a blank canvas covered in red. The woman’s grin appeared to grow, burning down onto Rose. Taunting her. She was frozen in her stance, licking the curve of a red blade, which glowed with another gem centered in its hilt. Rose reached towards the blade, but the weight of darkness forced her hand to the ground.

The voice continued.

“Aid them, and you will be worthy to stand beside them. In my presence.”

It was tempting. Delicious.

Power.

Authority.

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#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #dark urge #astarion #astarion x dark urge #baldurs gate 3 #durge #astarion x tav #oc: rose #I've Got You

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mutual-monsters · 1 year

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oh, the things that you do in the name of what you love

Pairing: soft!dark!Richie Kirsch x gn!florist!reader

TW: dark/yandere themes, stalking, possesiveness, drugging, kidnapping, forced intimacy, pet names, mentions of masturbation (m), Richie is a creeper

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Word count: 964

A/N: Requested by @ouijaboardemo a year ago as a sort of ‘unofficial sequel’ to this. I completely forgot about it until a week ago, and now it’s here. A lot of it is based on a convo I had with Carrie, so maybe follow it if you like brilliant ideas 😏

Title is from this song.

Also, again, because this is like my 20th yandere fic in a row, please know that I’m not condoning this. I’m just a guy who sits a computer and writes fanfiction.

Modesto wasn’t a small city, to say the least. It was quite easy to get lost in if you didn’t know where you were going, and for the most part, it kept you feeling like fresh faces were always within your reach. Working at a flower shop also helped, as you met all sorts of clientele whilst behind the counter.

In the beginning, Richie had come into the shop a few times, always leaving generous tips in the jar and always chatting extensively with you about what exactly to buy. His job was at the bowling alley next door, though he spent his breaks watching you, carefully memorizing your mannerisms and photographing you from a distance. He’d spend a shift working, and follow you home, taking only a few hours to himself before starting it all over again the next day.

However, it didn’t take long for him to start craving more. Once or twice a week, he’d unlatch one of the locks on your windows, and sneak inside. The first few times, he just looked around, content with jerking himself off to the very smell of you before leaving. After that, though, he started to snag small things, stuff he was sure you wouldn’t miss; some hair from your brush, a piece of jewelry or two, and, eventually, when he found himself desperate enough, a toothbrush from your trashcan. He found himself repulsed by his own actions, but nothing could satiate the hunger.

He needed you.

He started coming into your shop more often, chatting you up, flirting, anything he could to be closer to you. He had to see you. He’d bring you coffee before work, line his lunch up with yours, whatever it took. He knew it wouldn’t take long before he was craving more, and it scared him. And, when he was right, he knew what it had come to. He knew it was wrong as he called in sick to work. He knew it was wrong as he climbed in through your window, still unlocked from the last time he was there (and he noted to himself, that maybe he was doing you a favor). He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself from placing a rag soaked in chloroform over your mouth as you walked into your bedroom that night, shushing you to sleep and gently petting your hair before tying you up to put in his car. And then, as he had resigned, didn’t want to stop himself from packing your bags, and driving away with you.

The world came in and out, hazy in the back of Richie’s Prius. It didn’t register to you then as you fought the drugs in your system– you were too out of it. You just let the feeling of the car and the faint sound of Billy Joel lull you back into sleep.

It was the sound of the chain that woke you up. You had tried to roll over, causing a rattling, metallic sound, awakening you from your slumber. The room was relatively nice– small, but furnished minimilistically. Once again, you tried to move your leg, resulting in the same loud clanging as before, only this time, you saw the cause; a leather strap around your ankle attached to the floor with a thick metal chain. A quick scan of the room provided the culprit.

“Richie?” You croak, still under the effects of whatever he had given you to keep you sedated.

He looks up from his comic, and a spark ignites in his eyes.

“Oh, hey, bunny! I’m so glad you’re up!” He exclaims, rushing to your side, beyond eager.

“Richie, I don’t think I under–”

“It’s okay! You don’t have to understand right now!” He says, placing himself on the bed next to you, and holding your hand. “The thing is, I love you. I need you. You’re like– well, to me, you’re like air. I don’t think I could go on without you. So, I brought you here. Somewhere where I could take care of you. Somewhere where you’d be safe.”

He keeps one hand on your back, rubbing circles to sooth you. He knows the realization is hitting you, he knows how scared you must be, and it kills him.

“I don’t understand, Richie. I can protect myself just fine, I mean–”

“No. No, you can’t protect yourself. I’m the one who does it. Do you have any idea the amount of times I’ve saved you from being mugged? Do you have any idea the amount of times I’ve chased off people trying to hurt you? I mean, for fuck’s sake, you don't even check the locks on your windows!”

Once again, the wave of realization hits you. You feel like vomiting. He speaks up again.

“But, it’s a good thing you have me, huh?” He slides in a little closer, and presses his lips to your forehead.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry! I brought all of your favorite movies! Well, actually, they’re my favorite movies, but you’ll come around to them eventually!” He says, a giant smile forming on his lips.

He pulls a remote from the side table and presses the ON button, scrolling until he reaches Stab on Netflix.

“Here, let me hold you, the opening’s kinda intense.”

And you do.

The shock wears off in time. Eventually, he lets you off the chain, content that the coded locks on all the exterior doors will detour you from escaping, and even if you did, you know deep inside he’d hunt you down. Maybe one day he’ll take you out on a long car ride; Maybe you’ll even go see a movie, but not until he’s sure you’re mind is broken enough to do so.

Let’s hope you like the Stab franchise.

#richie kirsch x reader #plus sized reader #gender neutral reader #richie kirsch x you #tw stalking #tw dark #tw yandere #tw drugging #tw kidnapping #dark!richie kirsch #yandere!richie kirsch #yandere!richie kirsch x reader

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xenya1111 · 2 years

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HELLO MAY I REQUEST twst boys or (who ever are your fave ) reaction to reader not knowing how to tie a bow/tie I have this problem myself though I have watched some instructions before but I kept messing up I JAUT CANT GET THE HANG OF IT 😭😭

Gender neutral please? and I hope you always have a wonderful day !

Of course, I myself also don’t know how to tie a tie lmao it’s okay 😭 and thank you, I hope both sides of your pillow are always cold @poeta243

Warnings: None, (I’ll be replacing Kalim with Jamil, apologies, I like him more, don’t get me wrong I love Kalim I just prefer the dark haired one 😀💀) overall, just some tooth rotting fluff and some crack lmao, this is gender neutral and doesn’t mention a gender :) hope you enjoy!

Dorm leaders + Jamil with a S/O that can’t tie a tie

Riddle Rosehearts:

One day, Riddle had found himself awake more earlier than usual, so he figured he’d get up and get ready since he couldn’t fall asleep again

As he’s getting ready, he flinched as a pair of arms made their way around his waist, you then buried your face into his shoulder and inhaled, he smelled like roses and you loved it. It was a comforting scent, but with him having woke a bit early, you were still half asleep and wanted him to go back to bed

“You’re up way too early. Come back to bed babe…” you nodded off, placing a small kiss on his exposed shoulder, then relaxed, dozing off soon after. Riddle then turned around to kiss you in the forehead, then flicked that same spot, making you cry out in pain

“Ow, what was that for?” You pouted and rubbed your head as you sat back down, Riddle chuckled to himself, going off to finish getting dressed

“You know I have to wake up early. You should join me, dear.” Riddle only needed his tie left, you then suddenly had the urge to tie it for him. You found yourself already walking over to him, you didn’t know why, but you simply felt like giving it a try

Much to your dismay, you failed miserably. The uniform that was tailored to you by Crewel didn’t have a tie like the rest of them, since you didn’t know how to tie one, he made it so you wouldn’t struggle with it every morning. You didn’t know why you went through the trouble of trying to tie his tie for him but you did and now here he was, trying not to laugh at your struggle

“Need a hand, my rose?” He chuckled as your pout only got worse, you ignored him and still struggled with the fabric, until you felt his warm hands wrap around yours. He pulled his hands away to quickly fix the fabric around his neck and then cupped your cheeks, leaning in to kiss you. After a few seconds he pulled away, leaving you feeling dazed

“I think I’ll have to teach you sooner or later my dear. However it was quite endearing watching you struggle.” He smiled as your pout turned into a frown, you then rolled your eyes at him

“Come on. Let’s get ready for the day, y/n.” You sighed and walked off with him, him still laughing about your struggle with his tie as the both of you made your way to your classes, maybe you’d mess his tie up later to get him back. Or maybe you’d kiss him in front of everyone so he’d learn not to make you mad 🫢

Leona Kingscholar:

So it’s actually canon that Leona doesn’t like ties, he even mentioned how it’s too annoying to put on, he doesn’t like how it chokes him and he simply doesn’t bother with it

But for HC’s sake, let’s say the both of you were attending a Gala together, his family of course, forcing him to go and since they had wanted to meet you, his new lover, they had invited you as well. Today was the big day and Leona did NOT want to wear a suit

The lion had been irritated ever since this morning and you were just about fed up with his attitude. Until you saw him staring at his tie, pondering if he should even put it on. You weren’t exactly good with ties, but you figured you’d try for him

After wrapping it around the lions neck, his face dangerously close to yours, you tried to focus on tying the damn thing, but to no avail. Leona’s smirk kept growing as he watched you struggle with the stupid fabric, your pout only growing into a frown as you continued to struggle with it

“Looks like ya need a bit of help there, herbivore.” Leona’s chuckle pissed you off and you tightened it around his neck to fuck with him, then ran off giggling as he struggled to get it off of himself

“You little shit, get yer ass back here!” Leona ran after you, you having got a head start from the lion

“I swear when I get my hands on you-“

“You’ll what, I wanna hear you say it, jack ass!” You laughed as you ran around a table, trying to stay on one side so he couldn’t catch you.

“You won’t exactly like what I’m about to do, so get your ass over here so I can get it over with.”

“Fuck you.”

“Later, now come here.” You laughed as his remark stuck in your head, and you then ran off once more. I’d keep running if I were you, since this man will not let you live that down 💀 I can honestly say y’all may or may not be a little late 👀

Azul Ashengrotto:

Since Azul’s dorm uniform has a tie you’d best believe this boy has endless ties with him, he’s got dressers filled, bae he’s a business man, he’s gotta maintain his image somehow

One morning after you two had gotten up, he was busy putting on his shirt when you had walked up to him from behind, kissing his neck and hugging him

“Angelfish, If you’d wanted something from me, you should have simply asked.” He turned around and gently placed kisses around your face, making you giggle. You helped him out with the rest of his outfit, him doing the same with your uniform. All that was left was his tie. You gave it a shot, despite not knowing how to properly tie one around someone

Azul, being the shithead he is sometimes, was trying not to laugh while he watched your struggle with his tie, but you noticed anyway since his shoulders were shaking from his laughing

“Stop laughing!” You become more irritated as you fondled with the fabric, him reaching for your hands, stopping your attempts. He kissed your forehead and pulled away, swiftly tying the fabric

“I think I may need to teach you how to tie a tie, angelfish. After all if we get married later you’re gonna have to tie my tie for me every morning.” He turned around, chuckling as your face turned red from his remark about you two marrying each other

“My struggling was funny to you?”

“Perhaps.”

“You’re a jerk.” You pouted as the both of you walked out into the lounge, where the twins had been waiting.

“Your secret is safe with me my dear.”

“It’d better be.” He smiled at you once more before leaning down to kiss you. The both of you then made your way to school, where you pondered over how you’d get him back later on in the day. Maybe a prank with Jade and Floyd would do the trick.

Jamil Viper:

Jamil never really wore ties as well, his dorm uniform didn’t need one, the only time he wore a suit was because of his uniform. But, let’s say one day, Kalim had been invited to a party in the scalding sands, it was a family party and it was huge. It was formal and both him and Jamil had to go. Kalim mentioned you could come as well, since many people were being invited.

Getting up that morning, you were not expecting to wake up to Jamil taking his shirt off, revealing his shockingly nice build. Your eyes lingered as he put his suit on, you not noticing that he’d noticed your eyes on him a while ago

“You know, your eyes are going to get stuck like that from staring.” His comment made your eyes shoot somewhere else, trying to feign innocence

“What? Me, staring? In your dreams.” You got up and began to prepare for the day ahead of you. Your outfit in the back was a bit tricky, since you were wearing a traditional Scalding sands outfit, in the end you didn’t know if you were getting it right, the fabric kept getting wrinkled and you were just about done with it

You struggled until you felt warm hands trail up your back, sending shivers up your spine. His fingers’ touch lingered as he fixed your outfit, you looking away from him as you knew he was probably thinking about how silly you were for not being able to put it on right. Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt him trail kisses from up your back, to your shoulders, leaving you a blushing mess

Once he had pulled away, you quickly gathered your composure and turned around, wanting to get a good look at your lover. You could definitely say Jamil looked good, really good since he never usually wore suits. The only thing closest to one was his school uniform and that was nothing compared to the outfit he was currently wearing. The suit fit him perfectly, his hair flowed behind his back and you took a strand and played with it.

Noticing his tie wasn’t readied yet, you went to go and fix it for him, wanting to thank him for fixing your outfit.

Although, in the end you only became flustered once more as he smirked at you, finding your struggles with the fabric amusing

“Need help?” You pouted as you tried fondling with the damn thing once more, only becoming more irritated. He then grabbed your hands and kissed them

“I think you’ve done enough.” He swiftly tied his tie and lead the both of you off, your cheeks still a little bit pink after the amount of teasing affection he’d given you. As the both of you took off you pondered on about how you’d tease him later. Maybe making him flustered in front of Kalim later would make him regret teasing you a bit >:)

Vil Schoenheit:

I’m not sure why but I also think he doesn’t really wear ties that often, not unless he’s on the runway or he’s in a movie perhaps, but the only tie you’ll basically see him with is on his school uniform

But of course for HC’s sake, let’s say Rook had decided to host a Gala at Pomefiore, everyone was invited, even girls who were fans from other schools came over to the gala, and of course, you were invited.

You were in Vil’s room, watching him finish his last touch up with his make up. You had gotten ready a while ago, but knowing Vil, he had to make sure he was looking flawless of course. The only thing left was the tie to his suit. You had pestered him about wearing a fancy one since you hardly ever saw him in one, and of course he indulged in your request.

You then walked over to your lover, looking over his outfit before reaching for his tie.

If he told you he wasn’t laughing, that would be a fat fucking lie, his shoulders were shaking as your frustration grew and you became fed up with the fabric.

“Looks like you need a bit of learning when it comes to tying a tie. After all, if your going to become my partner later on, you’re supposed to learn how to tie it for me in the morning.” His comment made you turn red, he then swiftly tied the fabric around his neck and took your hand, then he led you down stairs to the gala

You weren’t sure how to get him back for making fun of you, he always knew about your little pranks and they always ended with him scolding you. Instead, once the both of you entered, you waited until everyone’s eyes were on you

“Is that Vil? Oh my god he’s so handsome!” One girl squealed

“Who’s that beside him though?”

“Maybe his lover? There’s no way-“ you suddenly grabbed him by the tie and pulled him down, then kissed him in front of everyone. Everyone gasped and Vil’s eyes widened as he wasn’t expecting you to do something so scandalous~

“That’s for teasing me earlier. Bye Vil~”

After you pulled away you winked at him, leaving him to gather his thoughts on his own as you left to go and find Rook. He simply smirked to himself as he watched you walk off, he would eventually get you back for that little stunt, and you weren’t going to be prepared for what he was going to do later on.

Idia Shroud:

Let’s say this was during the ghost marriage event, where he was actually forced to look good for once and he had to put on a suit and a tie

Having woke up early with him, the both of you were getting dressed as the event was in a few hours and the both of you wanted to get ready earlier than everyone else

Helping him with his suit, he returned the favor to you, turning you around and fixing your clothes from behind. You fixed your outfit in the front but stopped when you felt his breath fan the side of your neck

“T-the heck? What are you d- Idia??” Your face turned red as you felt him leave kisses along your shoulder. This was out of character for him to do, but sometimes, when the both of you were alone and he was feeling bold, he usually pulled moves on you that left you breathless

“Y-you just looked so good, I couldn’t really resist…” His kisses lingered as he trailed them along your neck. He then gently bit down, making you squeak

“Hey!” You turned around and pouted, him giving you his signature laugh, which was enough to make you forgive him since you loved his cute laugh. You looked down and saw that the only thing he needed left was his tie. You went to tie it for him, but after a while you began to give up as you struggled with the damn thing. Idia’s laughing didn’t make it better

“Y’know, you suck at tying a tie.”

“Shut it.” He laughed once more before tying it himself.

“Let’s go, I want to get there already so I can get this over with.”

After arriving at the Cafeteria, you were shocked as a lot of people had come, making your boyfriend turn even more pale. You weren’t exactly sure how to distract him but an idea suddenly popped into your head and you giggled, making him turn to you, confused

“What’s so funny- mmph?!” You grabbed him by the tie and made him lean down so you could kiss him. People around you gasped as you passionately displayed your affection to everyone. Idia surprisingly leaned into your kiss, finding comfort in your lips. Much to his dismay, you pulled away, making him pout

“That’s not fair y/n…” he frowned and you kissed the side of his lips, then smiled as you walked away

“That’s what you get for teasing me earlier. Good luck!” You laughed and walked off to find one of your friends, leaving him behind to deal with other people pestering him. Idia wasn’t really one to pull pranks on you or get revenge, he’d definitely get you back later though, and you’d best believe you won’t be expecting it 👀

Malleus Draconia:

For the most part, the only time you saw the fae in a tie was when he was wearing his school uniform, his dorm uniform didn’t have a tie and he found them to be a bit tedious

One day, however, that was a different story. There was a gala being held at his homeland and you were invited since you were his lover.

Malleus didn’t need too much sleep, since the fae were different from humans, they required less sleep than humans so, naturally, he was awake before you were.

You woke up to find your boyfriend finishing up his suit. With how good he looked, it was only natural that your eyes would linger for a little bit. Having sensed your eyes on him from the moment you awoke, he chuckled

“Darling, you might make me blush if you continue to stare at me like that.” You buried your face in the pillow of his bed, pretending to sleep so you could hide the small blush that creeped up onto your cheeks. He chuckled and used his magic to pull the blankets off you. Groaning as you rose from his bed, you suddenly felt his hands on your cheeks.

“Morning, little beastie.” He leaned down and peppered kisses all over your face except your lips. He did that to you since he knew it frustrated you. You pouted and pointed towards your lips. He chuckled and pulled away, leaving you to pout even more

“Later my love. Now you must get ready, we only have an hour left since somebody decided to sleep in.”

“To be fair, you kept me up all night so I needed some sleep.” Your shameless comment left him stunned in his place. You giggled as you began preparing yourself for the gala. You had noticed that his tie wasn’t tied correctly so after having finished your outfit, (with the help of his magic), you went over to tie it for him.

Instead of actually tying it like you wanted, you made it worse and Malleus simply chuckled. Despite how hard headed and strong you were, you couldn’t even tie a proper tie yet

“Child of man, do you need my assistance?” He chuckled as he watched your face turn pink. He pulled your hands away and left one up so he could kiss the back of your hand. He used his magic to finish the both of your outfits. You looked into the mirror and you gasped. The both of you honestly looked like you were ready to rule with an iron fist

“You look simply amazing. Truly, you look ready to rule by my side. Let us be off.” He smiled and took your hand.

After the both of you had teleported to Briar valley and had reached the palace, you both walked into the ball. Everyone turned to look at the both of you, some fae bowing and some whispering about the mortal by his side

“Is that a human? How dare they make themselves present at this ball.”

“Are they supposed to be Malleus’ lover?”

“That’s impossible, why would Malleus chose a human-“ getting fed up with the fae’s shit talking, you looked up at malleus and asked,

“Malleus, can you do me a favor and lean over for me please?” He looked confused, but none the less he leaned over for you. His eyes widened, however, when you suddenly grabbed his tie and yanked him towards you, kissing him.

Every single fairy present at that Gala stopped to gasp as you displayed your affection to every single one of them. Malleus simply leaned into your kiss and pulled you closer

Somewhere in a corner of the room Lilia laughed at the display while Sebek turned bright red. Silver had simply chuckled as everyone whispered about the both of you. Malleus pulled away and turned to face the audience

“Listen well all of you. They may be a child of man, but they are your future king/queen. You’d be wise to respect them.” Above the castle, thunder roared across the sky, making some faeries flinch and some bow. Somewhere in the room someone ordered the orchestra to begin playing a slow song. Malleus lifted your chin with his fingers and said,

“Child of man, would you care to dance with me?”

“Of course.” You smiled and let him lead you around the dance floor

“It’s odd Malleus… I could have sworn we’ve done this before.” You said as the both of you slowly danced together in the spotlight, Malleus paused and quirked a brow

“Oh? And when have we done something like this?”

“It was once upon a dream.”

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst riddle #twst leona #twst azul #twst jamil #twst vil #twst idia #twst malleus #twst dorm leaders #twst #twst imagines #twst mc

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brownieracha · 1 year

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Cat café

pairing: Felix x reader

wc: 2.5K

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

a/n: this is my first fic so be nice please :)

(ty @georgenootfound for beta reading this ily)

“Oops sorry,” I try looking up from the floor to see who I’ve run into. Literally. All my things are on the floor. Kneeling on the floor next to me I see a young blond man collecting everything that’s spread everywhere.

“Oh! don’t worry” he hands me my last things “I wasn’t looking, it’s totally my fault.”

I finish shoving all my stuff inside the tote bag. I turn back to thank him, but. Wow.

The first thing I can notice is that he looks like an angel. He’s smiling down at me with a charming look in his face. His hair is blond and slightly pushed back, and I can’t help but notice the little freckles decorating his pale skin.

Fuck I love freckles.

“I’m Felix by the way” he scratches the back of his head nervously. Could he get any cuter? “Again, sorry for bumping into you” his deep voice snaps me out of my trance.

I introduce myself back.

There’s not a day that has gone by since that accident. I have not stopped thinking about that Felix. At this point, I don’t even think I can stop.

Thinking about his perfectly styled blonde hair or his tiny freckles decorating his face. The color of his eyes. The way he smiled at me before introducing himself. But the one thing that kept me awake at night was his voice. That deep voice would make anyone feel things they’ve never felt before. How someone who looks so angelic could sound so devilish?

With those thoughts on my mind (always on my mind. I can’t stop), I started the day. Just like every other day, I get ready for work and leave my flat, not forgetting to say goodbye to my cat. On my way to work I stop on a shop nearby to buy some stuff for my little fluff ball. I was wandering through the corridors in the pet shop when I bump into someone.

Again. Can anyone ever look where they’re going?

“Sor-“ I start to apologize to the stranger when, to my surprise I realize who it is. This couldn’t be real, not again. “Oh-”

“Hi Felix” I look up at him before looking down at the floor. God, my shoes really need some cleaning. I chose the worst day to wear these – did it have to be in front of him? I laugh nervously, a little embarrassed. What are the chances?

“Oh hey, didn’t see you there…again” I feel my cheeks going red “It seems like we can’t meet in a normal way.” He chuckles.

“Oh, I wish we could,” I mumble, still looking down at my shoes.

“What was that?” I look up immediately. Stupid, why did I have to say that out loud? I feel my cheeks heating up more- if that’s even possible. I bet I look like a fucking tomato. Crap.

“Huh?” Huh? That’s all I can say? God. I wish I could function like a normal human being. “I didn’t say anything” ugh.

“Are you sure?” A devilish smile paints his face “are you sure you didn’t say anything?” he tilts his head.

Damn. I wish I could disappear.

Instantly.

I don’t know what to say, so I stay silent. I look back down, too embarrassed to keep eye contact.

He grins. “Me too, by the way.”

And with that he turns around and walks away. It takes me a few seconds to process everything that happened.

Wait. Did he just-? I might have just lost an opportunity to hang out with the nicest guy I’ve ever met.

I try to forget about it and continue with my day. But I can’t. I keep thinking about him all day long. Even when I need to be concentrating at work.

“… and it’s the third order you’ve got wrong.” My coworker’s voice brings me back from my daydreaming. “Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry girl but I don’t know where my mind is today.” Lies, lies, lies. I know exactly where it is – but I’m not about to tell her where. “I guess it’s one of those days” I laugh and go back front to avoid any more questions.

A couple of weeks go by, and my life goes back to normal. No more weird run-ins with handsome guys. God, I wish I could see him again.

“... he is really handsome.” I hear my two coworkers giggling while I’m getting ready to start my shift.

I roll my eyes, smiling a little. I work hard every day because I need the money to make my dream come true: opening my own bakery. Sometimes they don’t do the perfect job and I must jump in and do it myself, mostly because they get distracted by boys. But I understand them, I also was 18 once. Sometimes I feel old even though I’m only 23.

I finish tying my apron and go up front to start my shift.

“Hi, welcome to Fruity Paradise, what can I get for-” I shut up as soon as I look up from the screen. This can’t be true. What were the possibilities that Felix is here, at my job, and I’m the one taking his order. I hear my coworkers giggling behind me.

“Oh, hey again” he smiles. “I would like a mango smoothie, please”

I keep staring at his face, he’s more handsome than what I remember. He runs a hand through his blonde hair while he keeps smiling. It takes me a second to stop staring at him and place his order on the screen. I pick the glass and turn back to start making his smoothie.

I can feel someone’s eyes on me, so I turn back around. Unsurprisingly, he’s looking at me – unsurprisingly, I still feel myself jump when our gazes meet. I quickly turn back around, my heart at my throat.

I’m finishing pouring the mix into the blender when one of my coworkers comes next to me.

“He can’t keep his eyes off you, do you know him?” I hum.

“He’s so handsome, right?” my other coworker joins us. Awesome.

I rush to finish Felix’s order; I don’t want to explain why or how I know him.

I hand him his order and when I do, our hands touch. He smiles toothily.

“I was wondering, actually-,” something seems to get stuck on his throat and he coughs.

His freckles stand out against the blooming pink of his cheeks. He’s so cute it makes me a little light-headed - my heart races thinking that maybe I’m not the only one who’s nervous “would you like to go on a date with me?”

What?

“Oh-” I laugh nervously. Can I, for once, not turn into a ball of nerves? I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. “Yes, I would like to go on a date with you” I look down and notice that my apron has a dirty spot on it. Okay, well.

He hands me his phone with the contacts app open, and I add my number into his phone.

“I’ll text you, so that you can save my number back” and with that he goes to a table to drink his smoothie.

I smile at him and get back to serve the next costumer in line.

An hour later I see Felix leaving but I don’t even have time to say goodbye to him. Today seems like one of the busiest days we’ve had this week. I keep making smoothies until it’s close time.

Checking my phone on my way home I see that Felix has already texted me.

Felix: Hi :)

Felix: It’s Felix

I add his number back before replying.

Me: Hii!

Felix: are you still working?

Me: no! I’m omw home :)

Felix: nice!! Get home safely :)

I catch myself smiling at my phone. He’s so nice. I put my earphones on and listen to my favorite playlist on the way home. Once I arrive home, I say hello to Patches jr. and to my roommate. I go into the kitchen to bake something.

“Hey! You seem really happy today” my roommate hugs me. “Did something happen at work?”

I stay silent for a second, thinking about what to say. Should I lie right now? This thing feels too new - too fragile - to talk about. And frankly, I’m a little embarrassed ever since I saw how dumb my face looks when I think; let alone talk about Felix.

But he’s been my best friend since forever… I can’t make something up. He would know I’m lying right away.

“Are you going to tell me, or I will have to guess?” he looks at me without letting go of the hug.

“Mmm…” I grimace at myself. “Maybe I’ve met someone…”

He gasps.

“No!”

In the end, I tell him everything that has happened with Felix and how I feel about it. I really can’t keep anything from him, we tell each other everything. He’s the only one I can trust this much.

“So, you’re going on a date with him” he sounds more excited than me. “We need to get you the cutest outfit ASAP.”

“Chill, I still don’t know when or what are we going to do” I laugh at his excitement. “But if that means going shopping, it’s the perfect excuse”

The next morning, I wake up later than usual. I don’t have to go to work today so I decide to clean up the apartment. Since Jisung is working today I can blast my music to get myself in the mood of cleaning.

Two hours later I finish with everything and check my phone. To my surprise, Felix has texted me. I feel myself start to smile as soon as I see his name pop up on my screen - see? Disgusting.

Felix: about the date… when are you free?

Me: I’m free this Saturday! is that okay for you? :)

Felix: sure :)

Felix: I was thinking about going to Whisker of Expresso, what do you think?

I look up the place he’s suggesting for the date. Is a cat café!

Me: a cat café?! Sign me up!

We decide to meet there on Saturday. I should update Jisung on the plans and go out to buy that “cutest outfit” he kept mentioning last night.

The day of the date arrives, and I’m a ball of nerves. I’ve been getting ready for an hour now and I still can’t decide what to wear. Jisung and I went to the mall and bought more than one outfit option - which was a bad idea, because now I need to decide.

“I’m not going!” I say after the fourth outfit change.

Jisung rolls his eyes. “You looked amazing in the last outfit, and the one before that…” I shoot a death glare his way and go back inside my room.

Jisung prides himself in knowing me better than anyone else in the world - and he’s right. I suppose, though, that even best friends have their limits. I heave a sigh, pouting to myself a little.

My room is a mess of clothes right now (I can’t even see the bit of floor that separates my bed from the wardrobe). After a few more agonizing minutes, I decide that I’m going to wear a pair of bootcut jeans and a white, long sleeve top that has a heart cut out in the middle of it (the first outfit I tried on) (I hope Jisung is conveniently in the bathroom when I leave. He’s going to yell at me).

For my shoes I go with my favorite platform boots. And, of course, my tote bag.

I arrive at the cat café 10 minutes earlier than we’ve decided to meet and I decide to wait outside for Felix. I’m looking at my phone when I feel someone tap my shoulder.

“Hey!” I look up to find Felix right next to me. “You look really nice. I like your makeup.”

“Oh! Hi!” I smile at him “Thank you! You look good too” I return the compliment.

We head inside the café, and the first thing I notice inside is the beautiful decoration. Well, apart from the cats, obviously, but I feel like that one was a given. On the walls there’s film posters, but instead of the actors they’ve changed it to cats. The tables are small, and instead of chairs, people are sitting on soft-looking puffs, making it easier for the cats to approach them and hang out with them.

We walk to one of the tables and sit down on the puffs. As soon as we sit down, a cat approaches us.

“Oh, hello baby!” I immediately go to pet him. I spend a couple of minutes petting and “talking” to the cat.

“I’m starting to get a bit jealous” Felix says laughing.

“Sorry” I also laugh. “I really like cats”

“I was joking” he adds, still smiling a little. “I get it, I like them too. So, how was your day?”

We start having a small talk about our day while more cats approach us. After a couple of minutes, we get our coffees and the cake we’ve ordered.

“Wow, this velvet cake is amazing!”

“Cat and cake enthusiast?” he laughs. “If it’s that good, can I try it?” he takes a small bite when I nod.

“Oh, velvet cake has always been my favorite cake, it’s kind of my comfort cake” I confess “I bake it whenever I’m feeling sad”

“You bake?”

“Yes! I am in fact a certificated baker. My dream is to open my own bakery” I explain. “it’s been my dream since I was a child and I’m working hard to accomplish it”

“That’s so cool! You have to let me try one of your desserts sometime” he looks at me and we maintain eye contact for longer than I expected. I get so nervous I have to look down, petting the cat that has been sitting on my lap.

“Uh- yeah, of course!” I reply still looking at the cat.

Get yourself together.

“So, what do you do for a living?” I look back at him. When I do I see that he has his phone pointing at me. “What are you doing?” I laugh.

“Oh, you looked so cute while petting the cat that I had to take a photo” he shows me his phone. “I- I’ll delete. Sorry” he blushes.

“Oh! I do look good! Don’t delete” I laugh “but you have to send me the photo” I wink.

We keep looking at each other and I can’t help but look at his lips. This time I don’t look away and I lean closer to him. His hand comes close to my face, and he places a strand of my hair behind my ear. Then he starts caressing my cheek while he leans closer to me. So, I close the space between us, pressing our lips together. His other hand comes at my face, and I interlace my fingers behind his neck.

In that moment I knew this was the first of many dates.

#felix x reader #felix fic #stray kids fic #felix fluff #skz fluff #skz fic

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zombryz · 9 months

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♡ all my suffering ♡ chapter 7

˗ˏˋ hiya ˎˊ˗

Chapter Seven

A/N: We're close to the end now!! This was honestly one of my fav chapters to write :3 I hope u enjoy!

Warnings: Specific to this chapter - death, masochism, blood, gore, unrequited love, noncon breeding, depression, self harm, possible ED, honestly this is the most fucked up of my writing thus far

Word Count: 9k

“You want to give my quirk an upgrade?”

“Yes, precisely!” The Doctor was rummaging through files that were scattered all over his desk. You take a moment to wrap your arms around yourself, unsure of how to feel about that.

You met with the doctor shortly after Toga’s visit that morning. After pacing the halls and avoiding the elevator, you realized whatever the doctor wanted from you must actually be important. Now that you were actually in front of him, you weren’t so sure you should've agreed to meet with him. For one, you are now in the basement again, where you and Tomura shared your first kiss the night before. You sigh and hug yourself tighter, feeling a tightness in your chest. You hadn’t seen his body yet, but you knew the moment you took a second to look around that you would spot him floating in a tank among the other nomu. It was too much to think about, so instead you just ignored it and kept your head down.

“Here it is!” The Doctor grabbed a document and scurried back over to you excitedly. He shoves the document into your hand, and you grab it, skimming over the text. “Essentially, I would give your quirk a boost by injecting you with another quirk that fuses well with your current one.” As you quickly read through the words, you hand him back the paper, slightly confused because you had never done something like that in your time as a nurse.

“Sure. I guess.” Your words come out more monotone than you intended; you had a hard time focusing on the present. The doctor frowns a bit, so you force a small smile to give in to his excitement. “Do I also need to go into a tank?” You ask curiously.

“No, no. Not for this.” He leads you into the same room as last night. The one with all the windows. He pulls you over to the chair in the middle of the room. The chair where Tomura fell into you, the chair where he looked so handsome, the chair where you pulled him in by his tie and where he --

Your thoughts were cut off abruptly by the doctor tying you down by the metal wrist cuffs on either side of the medical chair.

“Woah, what are you doing!?” Your voice cracks at his sudden aggressiveness.

“I’m sorry, but trust me, you’re going to want to be tied down for this.” He says this and turns to leave the room. You are definitely regretting your decision now. As you’re struggling against the cuffs, you look out the window and finally see him. There he was, Tomura Shigaraki. The King of Villains. Your - well, you’re not sure what he is to you, actually. You freeze while staring at him. It was surreal seeing him floating in a vat of purple liquid. He looked so fragile, still, and comfortable. His white hair was floating above him, and you couldn’t help but think about how beautiful he looked. You feel tears threatening to well up, but they are shaken off when the doctor enters the room again with a giant needle filled with some kind of serum.

“Okay, this is going to hurt a bit. I need to inject it into your atlas.” He says this as he moves closer to you.

You look up at him with wide eyes. For a moment, you wished you hadn’t gone to medical school because you knew exactly which part of your body he was referring to. Your atlas is the first vertebra connecting your skull and the rest of your spine. It’s also the perfect place for injecting something into your cervical spine if you want it to reach your brain, nerves, and bone marrow. Fuck, this IS going to hurt. You grant him access to the base of your neck by dropping your head lower. He then grabs the back of your head and pushes up your hairline to line up the needle. You clench your fists into tight balls. This was terrifying, and you weren’t sure why you were letting him do it.

You scream. You scream so loud, you’re sure the entire army heard you. Once he is done, everything goes black. When you wake up again, you blink a few times and unclench your jaw. Then your eyes roll back into your head, and-

After a couple of minutes, you stir back to reality.

“Oh, you’re back.” The Doctor says this nonchalantly while checking your vitals. “Good. Good, the first part worked. The good news is you didn’t die or morph into some kind of monster like Gigantomachia.”

“W-What happened?” You sit up and see that you’re still strapped down to the medical chair.

“You had a seizure, but you’re okay. It was just your body's initial reaction to the serum. Tomura Shigaraki had multiple seizures when he got his first quirk injection.” He turned to look at you while he quickly held a flashlight up to your eyes. Your instant reaction was to squint harshly, and then he pulled away the light to give you some space. “Give it a few days before you start training with your quirk again. You may have some uncontrollable quirk interactions, like when quirk users first develop their quirk when they’re kids and aren’t in control yet. Come see me if you have any signs of your body rejecting the boost or any adverse reactions.” He then carefully removed your wrists from their metal bounds, causing you to rub your wrists, and you got out of the chair quickly. You wanted to get the fuck away from that sadistic man.

A quiet “okay” was all that you could get out. You kept your head down, still feeling dizzy from your seizure. When you turned the corner to leave the room, you bumped into something hard. When you stepped away, you opened your eyes in surprise to see a huge display of red feathers.

“Hey, sorry, are you oka-” The man connected to the feathers turned around to assist you. “Y/N?” His eyes also went wide, recognizing you instantly.

“H-Hawks?” You back away from him, looking at him in confusion. What was he doing here, and where do you know him from? Not only could you barely remember anything about him, but the seizure you just had was causing a very painful headache.

“Hey, little bird, so you do remember me?” He smirks and you furrow your brows a little at the pet name, “Dabi told me you had lost your memory, but I guess that’s not true.” He then turns his head to the man standing behind him. Dabi awkwardly moved beside him so that he was in view of you.

“Hey Kid,” Dabi says, giving a small little wave. He rolls his eyes at Hawks’ display.

“I didn’t think you’d take our breakup this badly. I mean disappearing and joining the League of Villains?” He laughs. “I’m flattered by how much you care about us.”

Oh, so he’s a dick. “W-We dated?” You furrow your eyebrows again even more confused now.

“Yeah, we did, want me to refresh your memory?” He sends out one of his feathers to shove you toward him. You fall into his chest and he cockily lifts your chin up so that you can look him in his golden eyes. Nothing was ringing a bell.

After you collect yourself you shove him away, feeling disoriented and annoyed. Your eyes start flickering between glowing bright white and your normal eye color. You’re not even aware that you’re activating and deactivating your quirk. You reach for your head and tug at your hair.

“Hey now, Y/N. Are you okay?” Dabi moves in front of Hawks and acts as his bodyguard. You’re not budging, your quirk is still flickering. Dabi grabs your hands away from your head and pulls you into his chest. He holds you still to calm you down and eventually, you do. As he’s hugging you Hawks chimes in again.

“Oh I see, so you’ve moved on then.” Hawks shifts his weight uncomfortably as he continues to watch the scene before him.

Dabi quickly lets go of you after he realizes how this must look.

“N-No, we’re not together.” Dabi avoids yours and Hawks’ eyes. “She’s Shigaraki’s girl.” he clicks his tongue as his words spill out on their own and as soon as he said it his chest tightened.

As much as you didn’t want to deny being Tomura’s girlfriend, you knew you weren’t and you didn’t like how this very awkward interaction was going. Especially since only a few feet away Tomura was in a tank watching you. Presumably, he was comatose but still.

“I am no one’s girl!” You remember that you’re still mad at Tomura for leaving you the way he did this morning, and now you'll be unable to talk to him for months. You peek over your shoulder at his tank, and you feel a sudden sadness again. When you turned back to both men, they were just staring at you, confused by your sudden outburst. You sighed and walked away from them all.

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That day was the last time you went anywhere near the basement. It had been a month since Tomura went into the tank, and when you had your quirk boosted. You didn’t stay in Tomura’s room; you decided to go back to your own room. The first two weeks of getting used to your quirk upgrade were brutal. You arranged through Toga for the doctor to meet you up in your room, so you didn’t have to go downstairs anymore. Every time he would come in, he would open the blinds, allowing light to flow through your room, and you would hiss at the sudden light. He noted light sensitivity on your chart. Then he noticed your dark eyebags.

“Have you been sleeping?”

“No.” You spew in a hateful tone.

“I see. Have you been eating?”

“No.” You say it again in an even more angry and annoyed tone.

“Okay, I will see you again in a couple of days.” He kept writing on your chart as he walked over to your door to let himself out.

You sighed and fell back into bed. Maybe if you were lucky, you’d be able to sleep a bit today. The nightmares you had months ago have returned, and Toga has been away to keep an eye on the heroes. You wished that she was here so that you could relax enough to sleep. If not her you wish Tomura was here but he wasn’t and you were starting to resent him for it. What you would do to be able to go back in time and start over. You would decide not to become a hero, maybe just work a normal life at an office job and settle down with a sweet, non-quirk user. Oh, how complicated your life got you think while laying your hand across your forehead. Sleep never came. The sunlight eventually disappeared and it was night once again. Great, it was going to be another restless night.

After an hour or two had passed you heard a light knock at your door. It had the same cadence as Toga so you jumped out of bed excitedly. When you open the door you were met with familiar icy blue eyes. You immediately try to close the door on him but he puts his foot in between the door and the wall making it impossible to close it. You continue to fight back anyways and try shutting the door with all of your strength. That’s when his hand wrapped around the corner of the door and you started to smell the wood burning.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you princess. Do you really want to be responsible for the whole building burning down.” He struggled against you slightly but in the end his strength prevailed. Once he pushed through the door you stepped backwards falling on your ass. Dabi quickly rushed to your aid and helped you off the ground. “Oh wow, I didn’t think it was bad.” He scanned over your features and noticed your dark under eyes and how frail you felt in his arms.

“Dabi, please I want to be alone.” You pout up at him as he raises you to your feet.

“C’mon Y/N, you’re not taking care of yourself. Let me help,” He pulls you into his arms, and you give in, allowing him to lift you up as if you were a small child being carried to bed. He’s gotten stronger too. You’ve given a lot of credit to Tomura for getting so strong but Dabi must’ve been spending this time bulking up for the war too. He then brings you into your bathroom. He pulls the toilet seat down and sits you on it. “The doctor asked me to check on you. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy with Hawks.” You roll your eyes at the name and Dabi pauses before speaking again. “I didn’t know you two were a couple.” His voice is quieter as he says it.

“We weren’t.” You groan angrily. Maybe you were but you don’t remember it so he doesn’t exist to you anymore. Dabi closes the bathroom door and reaches his hand into the marbled shower to turn on the water. He lets it warm up before helping you to your feet once more.

“W-What are yo-”

“Relax,” He starts helping you out of your clothes, and a slight blush creeps across your face. “I won’t look.” He closes his eyes as he helps you fully undress. He feels down your legs as he squats beneath you to pull your pants and underwear off of your ankles. You watch him as he rises to his full height, mere inches away from you. His eyes were still closed, and you could feel the warm breath from his nose tickling the top of your cheek. He takes your hand in his and guides you over to the shower. The bathroom was starting to feel hot and steamy. His hair was starting to droop onto his forehead and the sides of his face. Your eyes never once left his face. You kept looking at his eyelashes, his lips, and his perfectly straight nose. He feels around the walls with his eyes still shut to make sure he was taking you to the right place. Once he made sure you made it into the shower, he turned around and started walking to the door.

“I’ll be out here if you need me.”

“Wait, Dabi!” Your sweet voice makes him freeze. His back was still facing you, but his face peered over his shoulder with his eyes still shut. “Can you stay?”

And he did. He leaned up against the bathroom counter for the entirety of your shower with his eyes shut the whole time, or so you thought. When you weren’t facing him and had your eyes closed from getting the soap out of your hair, he would slowly open his eyes. His gaze started low and then made its way up your body. The back of your knees, up your thighs, your ass, and your lower back, and the way you were running your left arm over your right one, and when you turned slightly to get the soap off your shoulder, he caught a glimpse of the plushy part of your breast when you pushed them together. Great, Dabi thought to himself. He looks away immediately and holds his face in his hand to keep from turning red. It was too late. He palms his jeans uncomfortably to try and get rid of the bulge that was forming in his pants, making his waistband extremely tight. He holds back a whimper and tries to think about something else, anything else, but the steam in the bathroom is too much for him. Then he hears the shower turn off. You take the towel off the rack beside you and step out of the shower. You’re dripping wet, and you don’t make a sound. You just watch Dabi cautiously. He is turned away from you, and his hair is slicked down, a sight you’ve never seen before.

“Hey, lover boy, you can turn around now,” you say, using the nickname you gave him the last time you slept together.

Confused by the nickname, he turns around to face you. You’re now wrapped in a small towel that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you before, anyway. He turns back to the sink and grabs your tooth brush, running it under warm water and lathering it with tooth paste.

“Here,” he says, holding the tooth brush out to you, avoiding eye contact. You furrow your brows but grab the tooth brush, slightly embarrassed by what he’s implying. You quickly brush your teeth, and he leaves the bathroom. Once you’re back in your room, you see him picking up after you and making your bed.

“Hey, stop it!” You shout when you see him grab Tomura’s red cape off your bed. You’ve been selfishly sleeping with the King of Villains’ cape since he left you. It barely smells like him anymore, but you don’t really care, it still makes you feel like he’s here. Dabi doesn’t say anything, but his face falls back into the frown you’ve grown used to seeing on him. He folds the cape neatly and places it in one of the chest drawers.

“I brought you some food. Sit down.” He demands you by patting on your freshly made bed. You obey and sit next to him as he pulls some nutrition bars out of his bag. He hands you one, and he takes the other. You’re still in your bath towel, but you don’t mind. You both sit in silence while you eat the bars. When did your relationship with Dabi get so… Awkward?

“So, have you trained with your quirk yet?” He tries to fill the silence by speaking up.

“No, I can’t get over my headaches and night terrors. I’m too exhausted.” You speak honestly with him now, taking another bite of the nutrition bar and finishing it. You then hand him the wrapper.

Dabi doesn’t really acknowledge what you just said; instead, he gets up off the bed as he finishes his nutrition bar. He did what he came for. He got you to shower, brush your teeth, and eat. He collects his things and shuffles toward the door.

“Okay, well, you should get some rest.” He is still avoiding your eyes. Was this it? Does he not want to be around you anymore? Has he moved on? Was this the end of you two? These thoughts were racing through your head, and you didn’t even notice he was gone until you heard the door shut behind him. You were alone again. You got dressed in a big t-shirt and you attempted to get some rest.

“Tomura!!” You yelled after him as loud as you could, but nothing came out. Your voice was gone, and he was flying so fast through the sky that you couldn’t keep up. You reached your hand up to the sky, and it suddenly turned black. When you fall backward, you fall onto something squishy and wet. When you look down, you’re standing in the skull of Twice. Your foot is now soaked with blood. You start to panic as you see Toga, Spinner, Dabi, All Might, Aizawa, Deku, your parents, and everyone you know next to him. Everyone was dead, and Tomura left you behind. You scream and scream and scream and then-

You wake up in a panic. Your heart is racing, and you're sweating profusely. It’s pitch black in your room, and you start sobbing while trying to search for the light. Your hands travel up and down the wall, but you can’t find it. In your panic, you just dash toward the door of your room and fall into the hallway on your knees. You looked at the closest wall clock and it read 2:32 a.m. You stand up and slowly calm yourself down. When you turn around, you go to open your door, but it's locked. Fuck. You didn’t grab the key. You stand there for a moment and hold your arms out to hug yourself. You’re cold, and when you look down, you notice you’re not wearing pants. Luckily, the t-shirt is big enough to go past the middle of your thighs but still. You look up and down each hallway. You can’t go to Tomura’s room because you left his key in your room too. You’re screwed. You sigh heavily when you realize you only really have one choice. You start walking. If you remember correctly, he’s one level down and a couple of rooms over from you. You take the elevator down and walk to what you think is Dabi’s room. You only learned his room number from Toga when you first arrived here. You knock quietly, and there is no answer. You knock again, a little louder, and silently sob out his name. After a few moments, you hear the door start to click open. You’re met with sleepy blue eyes. There are tears on your cheeks, and he immediately goes into protective mode.

“Y/N?” He rubs his eyes a little and opens his door more. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“I-I’m s-sorry, I had a night terror and panicked and ran out of my room and accidentally locked myself out.” You sniffle, trying to get the words out as fast as you can before you’re in full blown tears.

“Hey, it’s okay; you’re safe.” Dabi pulls you into him, and you use your hands to steady yourself on his chest. Your finger tips trace his scarred chest lightly as you cry into him. He was shirtless, and you couldn’t help but notice how toned he was now. The muscles on his stapled and scarred chest were so much more defined now that they’re under your touch, and you’re pulled from your previous thoughts. It had been months since you last saw Dabi shirtless. You sniffle as you slowly look up at him. There was a moment as he looked down at you and you looked up at him. You felt it. The tension from before, it was still there. In fact, it felt much stronger than before. You wonder if he felt it too, and maybe this wasn’t the end of you two.

Dabi grabs your wrists and moves them away from his chest. “I’ll help you get another key, ‘cause if you come in here, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep up this sweet friend act.” Your heart flutters at his words, and you blink up slowly at him, completely understanding what he means because you’re staring at him with those eyes and you don’t even mean to. You can almost hear his heart beat quicken beneath you, and the way he’s looking at you goes straight in-between your legs. You reach for each other at the same time. He pulls you into him while you lean up into him and grab his face. As soon as your lips touch each other, he lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his bare stomach. It had been a month since you last had sex, and for Dabi, it was before Gigantomachia, so close to four months. His last time was with you, but you didn’t know that. You were already dripping down his stomach.

“You’re not wearing any underwear?” Dabi nips your bottom lip, and it makes you whimper into his mouth. “You naughty girl.” He finally pulls you into his room and carries you over to his bed. He practically rips your shirt over your head before diving back into your kisses. He grabs both sides of your face and kisses you more passionately than he ever has before. You were both completely touch-starved, and it was showing in the way you were hungrily kissing each other. He rubs your cheeks as he kisses you tenderly. He pulls away for a moment to play with your nipples. Your needy whimpering made him realize he had pulled away too soon. You wanted his kisses.

“Dabi,” you whine while giving him the most sensual puppy dog eyes you’ve ever given him. He could jerk it to your face just like that if he wanted to, but he didn’t give in to temptation. He quickly yanks his pants off, freeing his hard and glistening cock. It bounces from the sudden motion, and you’re so horny, you need him now. Right now.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He says it cockily as he lines himself up at your entrance. You rub your slickness on his cock as if you were in heat. He is extremely sensitive, and he furrows his brows together in pleasure. Once he’s wet enough, he slides into you as excruciatingly slowly as he can without cumming already. You both fill the room with your whines and whimpers as he brings his face down to yours once again. He kisses you slowly and tenderly as he pumps in and out of you at such a loving pace. He cradles his arms around your head and pulls you into him as tightly as he can. He never wants to let you go. Tears start to form in your eyes from how good it feels and how deeply sad you were without him, without physical touch. You needed him desperately, and here he was inside of you, filling you up and making you feel so good. He plants kisses on your forehead, your nose, and your cheeks, over and over again. You and Dabi have always fucked, but there was something different this time. He was in pain, and so were you. As his pace slowed, you felt something wet drip onto your cheek. You went up to swipe it away. When you looked at your finger, there was blood.

“Dabi, baby, are you crying?” You move your face to look up at him as he still pumps in and out of you. You moan, and you grip him so tightly, milking him with each pump. He cradles your head again, refusing to let you look at him.

He brings his mouth down to your ear. “I-I know you love him.” His voice cracks into your neck, and it breaks your heart. You’re not sure what to say. When you go to comfort him, he starts talking to you again. “Just for tonight, I want you to pretend that you love me too,” he says, picking up his pace. He presses his forehead against yours, and you grip his back as his cock kisses your cervix over and over again. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you answer in a small voice. You can’t think about Tomura right now; it’ll just make things hurt more, and you want to feel good. If Dabi is using you for love right now, you’ll use him for love too. You’ll use each other.

You kiss him. He runs his hands down your neck, rubbing small circles into your jugular dip, making you feel breathless. He then palms your breasts and tugs at your nipples, making you squirm. His loving lust was quickly turning into something more dark and twisted.

“I love you, Dabi.” You whispered the sweet nothing into his ear, and it was like something snapped in him.

“Can I hurt you?” Dabi asks in a husky voice that you’ve never heard from him before.

“Y-Yes.” You didn’t care; you wanted to feel it all. Even pain.

He kisses your cheeks and makes his way to your neck. He bites you hard enough to make you let out a little scream. He then pins your arms down and sucks at the spot where he just bit, leaving a mark. His mark. He then does it on your chest again and again, leaving a bite mark each time. Then he pulls out his cock to flip you over. He man handles you and activates his quirk. He slaps your ass hard and leaves a pretty burned handprint behind. There are real tears spilling down your face now. “My pretty girl.” He coos in your ear while he wipes away the tears spilling onto your cheek. He then pulls both of your arms behind your back and yanks you up to him. He grabs your throat and kisses your shoulders. “You like the way I fuck, don’t you?” He growls as he slides you down on his cock again and into your dripping cunt. “I bet I fuck harder than him.” His pace is unbearable now; he is destroying your velvety walls, but you take him anyway. He feels so good, and you’re so close to reaching your high.

“Dabi, I’m going to cum! Please!” Your voice is like music to his ears. He pulls out before you can cum, and you wrap yourself around nothing. He flips you back over and puts you back into missionary while he sits up on his thighs. He slams his cock into you once more, and one of his hands comes down to grip your side while the other one circles your clit.

“I want to look at your pretty face while you cum.” He grips your side tighter, burning his fingers into your ribs. You turn red under his gaze, but that doesn’t stop you from cumming. You clench around him and throw your head back in pleasure. He moves his burning hand up to your face and grabs your cheeks, squishing them together and forcing you to look at him. He brings his forehead down to yours and rocks his hips into yours while quickening his pace. He’s about to cum too; you can feel it. He sits back up, lays his palm on your lower stomach, and pushes down slightly, causing you to whimper. “Since we’re playing lovey-dovey house, let’s have a baby.” He smiles evilly as he brings his other hand up to hold your mouth shut. You look up at him with wide eyes, and you usually tell him when he can cum in you so you know when you won't get pregnant. This wasn’t one of those times. He moans loudly, and you feel him deep inside you. His hot ropes hit your cervix, and you cry out to him, but his hand is still silencing you. You pull at the sheets to try and move away, but it feels too good. After he cums, he stills inside you. His heartbeat slows, and his bloody tears are back. He releases his palm on your mouth and hangs his head low, almost as if he were ashamed of what he just did.

“Dabi?” You sit up a little in bed, and he falls into you. He rests his head on your chest while wrapping his arms around your waist as he lies in between your legs. He lays his entire weight on you, and it’s actually quite nice. He was quiet, so you took the time to run your fingers through his hair.

After a minute or two of silence, he finally speaks up. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I just did that.” He nuzzles his face into your chest even more to stop himself from crying.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You shush him and run your fingers up and down his shoulders. “We can figure it out later.” You console him sweetly.

After a few moments, Dabi leaves and grabs a towel to clean you up. He then grabs a water and hands it to you. You thank him as he sits back on the bed.

He notices the handprint burned into your ribs and the bite marks he left all over your body. He cringes, and you look at him with confusion in-between sips of your water.

“Why aren’t you healing yourself?” His worried eyes meet your confused ones.

“Oh, um.” You avoid his eyes and continue drinking your water.

“You haven’t used your quirk at all since your boost, have you?” He starts interrogating you while moving closer to you on the bed. You stay silent. You’ve been caught, and you bring your knees to your chest, feeling small under his gaze. “Y/N…” He says it in a gentle tone. “I wouldn’t have hurt you if I knew you weren’t going to heal. You can’t keep my handprints on you forever.”

“Sure I can!” You say it with more excitement in your voice, trying to feign innocence.

“Shigaraki will be back in a couple of months. What do you think he will do when he sees my burn marks all over your body? He’ll probably think I did this to claim you.” Dabi looks away from you now and at nothing in particular. He looks like he regrets this night entirely.

“Isn’t that why you did it?” You huff at him, semi annoyed.

“N-No, I-I don’t know.” Dabi stammers, finding the right words. “When you told me you loved me, I just started acting without thinking.” You lift your head at this. Love. Did Dabi actually love you? Was this a confession? You thought it might’ve just been something he wanted to hear during sex, but maybe it was something his heart wanted instead. Dabi sighs again. “You love him. So heal yourself.”

“I don’t love him!” You were getting irritated.

“Yes, you do.”

“How do you even know when I don’t know that myself?”

“Because you’re different with him. I can see it with my own eyes! You care about him, you-”

You cut him off. “I care about you too.”

“But you care about him more!” Dabi yells, making you shut up.

A silence fell over you both.

“Fine. I’ll heal myself, but I’m scared.” You say this while biting the inside of your cheek.

“That’s okay. I’m here; I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You take a deep breath, sit up on the bed, and let go of your knees. Dabi hands you your t-shirt and you put it on. He puts his sweat pants back on and sits back on the bed.

You close your eyes and inhale before activating your quirk. First, your hair starts floating a bit, and when you open your eyes, they glow brighter than they ever have. You furrow your brows as if you were in pain, causing Dabi to inch closer to you. He watches as the burned handprint he left on your lower thigh and the bite marks on your neck start slowly disappearing. He even notices that your dark undereyes are returning to normal. For some reason you don’t stop and he is confused. Suddenly, the lights in his room start flickering, and then the light bulbs explode. He shields his face as the glass goeseverywheree. He’sstartings to feel light headed and weak. You were draining him of his energy. He tries to stay awake as he thinks of something to stop you. He snaps in your face, shakes your shoulders, and it does nothing. He has to do something. You weren’t snapping out of it. He does the only thing he can think of which is exactly what got you into this in the first place. He lights his hand on fire and places it on the top of your thigh. You scream in agony; he’s only ever warmed up his hand to burn you. He’s never used actual flames on you before. You snap out of it,and your eyes stop glowing. You immediately grab onto your thigh,where he had just burned you. You were shaking.

“Dabi?!” The first thing you notice is the blue flame that he is currently using to light up the room. Slightly confused, you just look at him in anger. “What happened?” When you looked down at your thigh, you saw another burned handprint.

“You were draining everything of energy. Including me.” He says this while he looks at you with worried eyes.

Before you could say anything else, an alarm started going off throughout the building, alerting everyone that there was a possible attack. You looked at Dabi with concern, and he motioned for you to follow him. He quickly gave you a pair of his sweat pants, and you followed him out the door and into the hallway, where a ton of other members of the army were shuffling into. It was pitch black, aside from the alarm lights flashing. Dabi kept his flame ignited so that you and those around you could see while they were evacuating the building. Dabi reached behind him and held out his hand for you. You took his hand in yours and wrapped yourself around his arm as you walked down the emergency staircase and out into the courtyard. Once you were there, Dabi waved off his quirk, and everyone in the crowd was murmuring amongst themselves.

“Did I do this?” You whispered to Dabi, hoping that you weren’t the one to cause this commotion.

“N-No, I’m sure it was something else.” Dabi reassured you, and you nuzzled more and more into his arm.

Your mind quickly goes to- “What about Tomura, is he-” You start to pull away from Dabi to run back inside, but he pulls you back into him. He pulls you into his chest and runs his hands through your hair.

“He’s okay. The basement is on a generator because it’s connected to the hospital.” His words allow you to breathe.

Suddenly, you hear Re-Destro’s voice boom over the crowd, silencing them. He goes on to explain that something tripped the alarm, making it send out a false attack signal. Re-Destro ensures that the army is not under attack, and this calms your nerves. Dabi is still holding you against him, but you’re sort of relieved that he is. As soon as Re-Destro gives the signal that it is safe to go back inside, you hear a familiar voice call out from behind you. Everyone around you started making their way back into the facility.

“Well, well, don’t you two look all cuddly?” His voice makes you and Dabi both turn around to meet his gaze. “I thought she was the boss's girl?” He sends Dabi a questioning glare now, and his voice makes your skin crawl.

“Shut up, bird brain.” You hiss, seriously annoyed with him and his comments. For a hero turned villain, he really is sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. “What are you even still doing here? Don’t you have appearances to keep up with?” You heard through the grapevine that he was still playing a hero so that he could get intel from the heroes. Like you believe that.

“I’m leaving tomorrow, actually. Your boyfriend here has given me a ridiculous task to prove my worth.” Dabi tsks at his words, equally as annoyed as you are.

“What task?” You’re not sure why you’re even engaging with him, but your curiosity got the better of you.

“I have to kill the number 3 hero, Best Jeanist.” Your eyes go wide, and you’re a little surprised at the task that Dabi has laid out for him.

“Yeah, it’s not like he’ll go through with it. He’s a chicken.” You giggle at Dabi’s bird joke, which just aggravates Hawks.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Hawks rolls his eyes. Well, Y/N, when you’re done playing housewife with these guys, I’ll be here to sweep you off your feet... again. You may not remember me, but I remember you, and I know what you actually like.” Ew, gross. You cringe at his attempt to hit on you. You’re not sure how you ever even “dated” him in the past. Dabi then moves in front of you slightly to cut off the contact. Hawks takes the hint and turns to leave. “Later, love birds.” He mocks you and then throws up a peace sign.

“Why does everyone call us that?” You click your tongue in annoyance.

Dabi laughs at your demeanor towards your ex. He secretly liked when people referred to you two as a couple. Even if it was coming from Hawks.

“I have to see the Doctor tomorrow.”

Dabi’s face quickly contorts into concern when he looks at you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N; I shouldn’t of put you at risk of getting pregnant, especially since there's a war about to start.” Dabi shakes his head into his palm.

“Oh, woah, no, I meant I had to see him about what happened with my quirk.” You look up at him with amusement. “But you’re right, I should probably ask him about that too.”

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It has been about two weeks since you started visiting Dabi again. Each night, you would sneak into his bedroom, and he would lull you to sleep with his soft touches, his loving words, and his caring acts of service. Every night you would look him in the eyes and tell him that what you two were doing couldn’t mean anything, and he would look at you and nod in agreement with lustful eyes. Then he would fuck your brains out and kiss you like he’d never get the chance to again. He knew that your time was borrowed and that you were just using him so that you weren’t lonely. Hell, he was lonely too, and with the war about to start, he knew that there was a very high chance that he would die.

During the day, you would meet with the doctor and tell him about how your quirk was progressing. You told him about the power surge, and he would set up exercises where you would drain the energy from batteries and use the stored energy to make things explode with either a push or pull of energy. It didn’t feel like your quirk anymore, but you felt more powerful, and you liked it. The doctor explained that you would need to be careful because storing too much energy could kill you and that you should only use it on an enemy because you could take their life force. But because you could take life force, it also meant you could give life force, which was just a working theory. He also said that you got lucky that night with Dabi and that you could’ve killed him. As he told you this, you looked down at your thigh. You will forever have his handprint scarred on your body to remind you not to take it that far. Dabi would constantly hold his hand over the scar when you two were having sex. He hated that he hurt you so badly. You would sweetly pull him out of his thoughts by kissing his nose or nibbling on his lip. You knew that he hated himself for it. Speaking of sex with Dabi, you were too embarrassed to bring up the possibility of you being pregnant to the doctor, so instead you sent Twice to get you Plan B. Twice didn’t ask any questions and delivered the pill to you within a couple of hours the next day.

You were actually starting to feel better about Tomura being gone. You knew he’d be gone for another month, and you weren’t really all that mad at him anymore. Dabi was really distracting for you. It was unfair to you both, but you were naive and tried not to think about it too much. The question did remain, though, did you love Tomura? Do you love Tomura? Dabi was positive that you do, but you’re not sure how you feel. You kept reassuring yourself that once he was back in front of you again, you’d know.

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You were called into an emergency meeting along with the original league of villains and the lieutenants of the Meta Liberation Army. Re-Destro explained that you all would be separated into your own squads and sent out to different locations around the city until Tomura woke up to guide you into battle. As he said this, you shot Dabi a nervous look, and he tried to console you with just his eyes. His eyes were heavy, and you could see on his face that he knew what was about to happen.

“Y/N!” Re-Destro shouts your name, and your attention is quickly pulled from Dabi and to the center of the room. “The Doctor has really commended you for your quirk upgrade.” You sent him a questioning glance, unsure of where he was going with this. “I hear that you can kill anyone with just a look.” Well, that seems a little dramatic. You were definitely pulling very strong energy, but you haven’t really tried it out in the field. “I would go as far to say that you’re the strongest among us currently.” Another overly dramatic statement.

“I-I, uhh.” You try to deny the words he’s trying to spit out as facts.

“You will stay here and guard our fearless leader. Your squad will ensure that he reaches 100% potential without any hiccups.” You nod your head in agreement with his demands, trying to understand what he’s preparing for. “You will retract your previous hero name, ‘Lady Medela, and from this day forward, your name will be ‘Siphon’.” You accept his demand by nodding once again, and then your eyes meet Dabi’s once more. He looks concerned now; he was on the edge of his seat. He was waiting for this meeting to be over so that he could return to your shared room and lay with you while he played with your hair. His daydream was cut short as Re-Destro continued telling everyone where their squads would be.

Then your heart sinks.

Dabi will be stationed at the hospital, which is a couple of miles down the mountain. He will be with Twice and Hawks. Your hearing goes fuzzy as Re-Destro continues explaining the plan. You’re internally panicking because that means Dabi will leave tonight. No, not tonight. Re-Destro said they would leave right after this meeting. He will leave you, and you may never see him again. When the war starts, you won’t be fighting together. You won’t even spend one last night together.

You sit there, staring at your hands on your lap. Everything was spinning. You didn’t want to never see him again. This was all becoming too real. You weren’t ready for the war.

Once the meeting ends, you run over to Dabi, who turns around to see you already looking up at him. You didn’t want to say goodbye.

“This is it, huh?” You stared up at him with such sad eyes that tears were beginning to form.

“I guess so, princess.” His words hurt more, knowing that might be the last time you ever hear him call you that.

A silence falls between you two.

“There are so many things that I want to say, but hell, I’ve never really been good with words.” Dabi brushes the hair out of your face and behind your ear as he sweetly rubs your temple.

You stand on your toes and wrap your arms around his neck to hug him tightly. He melts into the hug and wraps his arms around your waist. You’re trying really hard not to cry as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“Thanks for kidnapping me.”

“Yeah, sure, kid.” Dabi’s voice cracks, and your tears start to fall onto his shoulder. “Keep Shigaraki safe and remember how strong you are.”

“Dabi, I-” you choke on the softness in your voice as you try to talk to him with love on your lips, but Dabi cuts you off before you say anything else.

“If we see each other again, things will be different,” a beat, “It’s okay.” Dabi gives you a long, drawn out forehead kiss as his bloody tears begin to form. He then lets out the breath he was holding and turns to walk away. And you let him go.

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It had been three days since Dabi, Twice, and Hawks left. Three days have passed since you became Tomura’s guardian. The days were long and quiet. You spent them in the basement next to Tomura’s floating body. To pass the time, you would talk to him; after all, you were the last line of defense, and all of the other guards were a couple of halls over. You were ultimately left alone to talk to yourself. You told him about how your villain's name was now Siphon, not by your choice, but luckily it wasn’t too bad. You showed him the cool new throwing knives you were given and even showed him your new suit. You laughed at yourself when you even asked him if your butt looked good in all black. You knew it did. The suit was definitely your best suit yet and had a dominatrix vibe to it. After embarrassing yourself a bit, you wondered if Tomura could hear you the same way that you could kind of hear muffled voices if you were to go underwater in a swimming pool. Who knows, really? You wished he was fully here, standing next to you, so you didn’t feel so lonely. Sometimes you would sit next to him and stare up at his lips and the way they parted slightly. His eyes were covered, and he really was so beautiful. Your mind would go back to the question of whether or not you loved him. When you were in front of him like this, you realized you would lay down your life for him. You were honestly happy to do this job to keep him safe. But then you would think about Dabi, and you were so worried about whether or not he was okay. It was all so confusing. After pacing and being stuck in your head for the first half of the morning, you sat next to Tomura’s tank and laid your head on the glass.

That’s when the ground started to shake. The liquid in Tomura’s tank started moving slightly as you felt the building shake more and more. You rose to your feet and inched closer and closer to the door to hear what was going on. You heard yelling and screaming. Your skin started to crawl when you remembered that this is what it sounded like when the heroes infiltrated the Hassaikai. You quickly removed your throwing knives and held them backwards in your palms, ready to strike, while standing guard in front of Tomura’s tank. It was suddenly so quiet that you could hear yourself breathing. After a moment, the wall in front of you exploded, sending flying concrete everywhere. You held your arms over your face to protect yourself until the smoke dissipated. When you finally look up, you see her. The rabbit hero: Mirko. She had a sinister grin on her face as she sized you up. You stood your ground and readied your knives.

Then she started rushing toward you.

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